This part of Reptile Tales is about other stories, as Ceran says about the main one “I dont think I will be able to keep up with this conversations, everything is so sad and, annoying”. But there are no voids, after these, the Reptile Queen confronts Aurora, who is hidden in the practical less emotional personality called Ceran, because there is no plan for life.
I thought I was going to remove the other stories, but I read again and I liked them, and Ill be able to recover the original “puzzle of a lost girl” story, about the abused girl in the rich family, that has nothing to do with the actual one. Then theres is the Nun Aurora and the Alice star singer story.
In animal news, besides this stubborn monkey, there is a new uninvited resident here at Auroras headquarters, probably comes from next door and their very lousy kitchen, were the presence is known for some time, a very fast on his little feet mouse decided to move in while I was in high in the clouds for a couple of weeks, or so, I dont even remember. The small fellow made me land back to earth, I dont know if I appreciate it, but, was meant to happen, me back to earth.
Now, he has behaved well, and in other circumstances I would even adopt, take him away from the world of intense hate and fear of the humans, but I am already above my means with the pigeon project. He doesnt like (so far) the pigeons millet, he is in for the prepared corn powder. I already tracked his movements and places, Plan A, there is no food for him so he goes elsewhere on his own (which was happening last night but I scared him coming out of a pigeon hospital check and went back…); Plan B, gently catch and release (I already had caught him by accident, but couldnt fast think and decide what to do…).
I do feel bad, just because he has no wings… life is so unfair. So I was thinking of a way, you know, something like… I wish I was a warrior king, in every language that I speak… Im big, smart, strong and tough, yet sensitive and kind, and though I could crush you like a bug, it would never cross my mind… poor little one, I seriously thought of adopting, its a marvel what they do with their little hands, but then, I had to dismantle a nest, cause you know, it happens with young pigeons too, I can never guess their gender… an in construction nest… aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!
And thats the moment I landed back to earth. I must confess, I admit the deed, admit!! I do run an abortion clinic at the shadows of the bathroom, I dont even count how many… but in this case its different, you know, mammals.
I did saw him earlier but havent since I woke up, so maybe he finally left.
I am not even that worried about him anymore (wasnt he a she?), I got a new sick old bird aaaaand I have to temporarily relocate the hospital… aaaahhhg, I should have bought what was necessary, now its too late… ahhhggg, all work and no fun :(
Back to the stories. All remade drawings.
Storytelling Days ~Reptile Tales~ 02
Chapter 2 is a combo of something called “ridiculous rhymes” and the “rock star story”, of someone very normal and not so smart at all. It talks about marketing in entertainment and such. Meanwhile, I vow, as long as I have my very, very, very low income job, Ill just do whatever I want. Well, what else to expect? I have no antenna stuck on my forehead, I cant connect, and I have a ton of work to do, I wonder if Ill ever be able to finish, also, Im reaching bodily limits in my daily activities and the hours fly fast.
Storytelling Days ~Reptile Tales~ 03
Chapter 3 its, a different, more serious and realistic way of telling Ocarina of Time, for that, the hero must be gone.
Storytelling Days ~Reptile Tales~ 04
Chapter 4 is the “Grandma Aurora the Third” story. I think she would be worst in real life. There is a lot of mockery in the story, from how names are so dumb and meaningless, to how ridiculous it is that her offspring is “normal”.
Storytelling Days ~Reptile Tales~ 05
Chapter 5 is a combo of a creepy person and daughter short story, and “New Feathers”, which is about an author who writes very dark stuff, and eventually involved someone she loves, so she regrets and tries to change, of course the people making money from it couldnt care less, neither the mobs enjoying the circus, yet she writes about the new emotions…
If I could be anything in this world that flew
I would be a little bird and plane gently after you
And if the last time you were here things were a bit obscure
Well you know what happens after dark
Eyes cannot see and hearts show their other side
And so many brave poses lose their bark
But all the trees are calling out for you
Dont you know? the sky lights dancing after you
And theres no essence in the air from you.
If I could be anything in this world that bites
Instead of a big monster on a leash
I rather be a very small one
And hold to the end of your hair
Or your pinky toe as a ship sailing fast
When all the bells are ringing after you
And all the shadows fighting because of you
Green slime creatures turn to prince for you
If I could be anything, in this world that loves
I would be you and say “I dont know, try to change now”.
It also has to do with the main story, with Aurora cooling down her old aggressive ways.
I have written a few versions of this on different matters, and the structure comes from:
Theres a new story I want to do but I guess its gonna be for later, its about progressive sickness, mostly about this song, it is from a game that had a great concept, but Ill spare you the annoyance, it was done terribly, you dont believe for a second that they are sick, there is no grueling pain nor bodily mess, cause you know, certain things are just teenage escapism. Anyway, I like the song a lot, its about someone normal going through that, I really love the, mmm, “theatrics” of it. Ahh, the sadness and desperation, its easy to do with Aurora because shes too strong, has a fighting spirit and the so childish stubborn sense of humor, but in these other stories… you have to be very careful, it brings you a very heavy depression as you live and recreate many times this grey overwhelming everything that consumes the will of the main character. I remember how it happened to me with the “Ashes to Illusions” war-profit suicidal story, it is very worth it, but so painful, were it actually hurts. You actually only need the first two lines to wildly run the storytelling motors:
~I have given up on prayers
On mornings of transparent clear skies~
Whatever the feelings that I hold inside
To never be able to reach anyone
It’s almost as if I were echo
From that cold white narrow room
I can see the same scenery
I only wished for the ordinary
But even this most modest of all fates,
I learned just how fleeting those things were
These maps spread out wide, as if I were traveling
Here I can come and be free
If I just close my eyes, never ending highways
I can forget, all the pain and everything
Out beyond where all those flowers are
There is the gently shining emerald sea
And such a hollow shell as myself
It will hold silently in it’s warm embrace
And it will take far away
With wings injured long ago
A motionless bird in a cage
God truly is not there
These maps spread out wide, with these weakened fingers
Firmly taking hold of me being here
The proud white flowers there, even now at this time
Surely they continue, to bloom there by the waves
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