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FB3X Drabble Cascade #184 - 'apple'
Nov. 1st, 2016 05:30 pm
FB3X Drabble Cascades
Welcome to the FB3X Drabble Cascade, a weekly blog hop where we want you to share your drabbles, or flash fiction inspired by our word of the week. To join in, just post your piece to your blog/social media/website and add your link to the list with Title (Rating, Genre), e.g. A Little Bit of Fun (PG, Science Fiction) and then to perpetuate the cascade, add the list code to the bottom of your post :)
Title: The Halloween Costume (PG, Fantasy, series)
Continues from Class
prior Andy & Simon drabbles
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 100
There were lots of complements on Newt’s Halloween costume. Exclamations on how cute he was and how inventive his parents were to dress him as a worm poking his head from an apple. Of course the apple was actually a small pumpkin but Newt had grown and an apple wasn’t big enough anymore.
“I cuuuuuute,” Newt cooed wiggling in his bath water.
“Yes you were and are,” Andy agreed, “very cute.”
“Cute enough to nibble on,” Simon smiled though he was contemplating nibbling on a different fruit, more of a sensitive plum shaped fruit. Newt should fall asleep early tonight.
Continues with The Toy
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Devil's Fingers Timelapse
Oct. 27th, 2016 01:03 pmWatch the Devil's Fingers Rising From the Underworld
Who knew fungi could be so creepy?
By Mariana Zapata OCTOBER 24, 2016
Picture this: You’re out on the woods on a fair autumn afternoon when you’re stopped in your tracks by the horrific sight of the devil’s fingers emerging from the earth. Your mind flashes back to that day in third grade when you stole Jimmy Patterson’s lunch and blamed Amy Johnson for it. The devil has finally come to take you back with him.
As the fingers come out of the earth, they seem as if they’re looking for you. They get closer and closer until they, suddenly and with seeming pain, deflate, leaving behind the putrid smell of rotting flesh. You’ve been saved from damnation—or you’ve simply encountered one of the world’s most visually horrifying fungi.
This time-lapse video, shot by Belgian photographer Kris Van de Sande, captures this exact scenario by following the hatching and maturity processes of the devil’s fingers (Clathrus archeri). Also known as octopus stinkhorn, this fungus is unique in its shape. It hatches from an egg-like stage and develops four to eight arms which move freely. Its reddish inner skin is dotted with black spores and exudes a horrid smell that’ll make you feel as if you’re in a horror movie.
In real time, the devil's fingers life cycle takes place over several hours. But with this time-lapse version available, why prolong the horror?
Who knew fungi could be so creepy?
By Mariana Zapata OCTOBER 24, 2016
Picture this: You’re out on the woods on a fair autumn afternoon when you’re stopped in your tracks by the horrific sight of the devil’s fingers emerging from the earth. Your mind flashes back to that day in third grade when you stole Jimmy Patterson’s lunch and blamed Amy Johnson for it. The devil has finally come to take you back with him.
As the fingers come out of the earth, they seem as if they’re looking for you. They get closer and closer until they, suddenly and with seeming pain, deflate, leaving behind the putrid smell of rotting flesh. You’ve been saved from damnation—or you’ve simply encountered one of the world’s most visually horrifying fungi.
This time-lapse video, shot by Belgian photographer Kris Van de Sande, captures this exact scenario by following the hatching and maturity processes of the devil’s fingers (Clathrus archeri). Also known as octopus stinkhorn, this fungus is unique in its shape. It hatches from an egg-like stage and develops four to eight arms which move freely. Its reddish inner skin is dotted with black spores and exudes a horrid smell that’ll make you feel as if you’re in a horror movie.
In real time, the devil's fingers life cycle takes place over several hours. But with this time-lapse version available, why prolong the horror?
These are in our Weekly Bulletin which is put together by our Principal... a blonde. *sighs*
1. What do you call a blond witch in an institution of higher learning?
2. What do you call a blonde witch with half a brain?
3. How do you get a one-armed blonde witch out of a tree?
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1. What do you call a blond witch in an institution of higher learning?
2. What do you call a blonde witch with half a brain?
3. How do you get a one-armed blonde witch out of a tree?
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Grave of the Lady in Red
Oct. 18th, 2016 12:56 pmWhy am I thinking of Sleeping Beauty Snow White and the evil queen won this one.
In summer of 1969 farmhands were digging on Egypt Plantation in Cruger, Mississippi when the backhoe operator felt a crunch. Just three feet beneath the topsoil, he had hit a very, very old coffin—made of cast-iron and glass. The body inside was visible.
It was a young woman wearing a red velvet dress, white gloves, and square-toed boots from sometime in the previous century. The body wasn't decomposed, as one might expect for a corpse in such antiquated garb. The coffin had been filled with preservative alcohol and sealed, and the woman inside looked almost as she did the day she died, her hair a bright auburn and her skin pale white. The glass had shattered when the backhoe hit it, and the alcohol seeped into the ground around it, exposing the body to the elements after a century of rest.
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Link to the site: The Lady in Red
In summer of 1969 farmhands were digging on Egypt Plantation in Cruger, Mississippi when the backhoe operator felt a crunch. Just three feet beneath the topsoil, he had hit a very, very old coffin—made of cast-iron and glass. The body inside was visible.
It was a young woman wearing a red velvet dress, white gloves, and square-toed boots from sometime in the previous century. The body wasn't decomposed, as one might expect for a corpse in such antiquated garb. The coffin had been filled with preservative alcohol and sealed, and the woman inside looked almost as she did the day she died, her hair a bright auburn and her skin pale white. The glass had shattered when the backhoe hit it, and the alcohol seeped into the ground around it, exposing the body to the elements after a century of rest.
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Link to the site: The Lady in Red
Victor Noir's romantic effigy in Père Lachaise Cemetery. (Photo: Atlas Obscura user allison)
Victor Noir was a 19th-century political journalist shot in a duel by Prince Pierre Bonaparte in 1870. He became a symbol of the imperial injustice and a martyr for the Republic. More than one hundred thousand people came to his funeral, where frenetic weeping was mixed with calls for insurrection. After the downfall of the Second Empire, Victor Noir’s remains were transferred to the Père Lachaise Cemetery, and a bronze effigy was commissioned.
Noir was depicted as an elegant man, lying dead on the floor after the impact of the lethal bullet, his top hat tipped over on his side. Dalou chose to represent Noir in a very realistic way, his face having the detailed quality of a cast death mask. However, another detail of Noir’s anatomy would soon get more attention than the sober realism of the memorial bronze.
Victor's grave remains one of the most popular at Père Lachaise, but not because of his political symbolism. Generations of women have come to kiss his lips and rub his bulge, believing it will bring good luck. After a century and a half of this action, Victor Noir’s lips and groin are shiny and nickel-clean, while the rest of his body presents the greenish tone of oxidized bronze.
The weeping angel on Francis Haserot's tomb. (Photo: Ian MacQueen/CC BY-SA 3.0)
Perhaps the most famous statue at Lakeview Cemetery is "The Angel of Death Victorious" seated on the marble gravestone of one Francis Haserot. The life-size bronze angel holds an upside-down torch, a symbol of life extinguished. Perhaps its most unsettling feature, however, is how the statue appears to be weeping black tears at all times. These "tears" formed over time, an effect of the aging bronze combined with the impressive sculpting work of the piece itself. This lacrimal feature attracts a number of visitors and tourists each year.
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The Spirits of the Season
Sep. 24th, 2015 07:39 pmTitle: The Spirits of Season
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 390
Swearing could be heard all the way to the kitchen and Jon raised his eyes to the ceiling knowing what had to be happening. Nathan had unearthed the holiday lights from last Christmas.
Halloween was next month and Jon had made the mistake of showing Nathan the link that used plastic gallon milk containers. The colored water inside the jugs was supposed to be lit by small bulbs set within the crease formed into the jug’s bottom. They’d even laughed at how even gallon jugs had cracks for sticking things into.
Swiftly scooping up the ingredients that were going to be dinner and putting them away, Jon grabbed keys and Nathan to go to Home Depot.
“I would have gotten them untangled,” Nathan was complaining. “You could have helped too.”
“It wasn’t worth it,” Jon kept his eyes on the road refusing to look over at a pouting 30+ year old for fear of his grin resulting in him sleeping on the sofa. A pouting Nathan was cute. “I wanted to pick up a few chrysanthemums to pot up for decorations. They’ve advertised that the Fall color selections are in.”
“I could see you trying not to smile,” Nathan called after him already in a better humor when they split up to get their different items. His, “Meet you in the Gardening Center,” had Jon nodding, his grin hidden by his retreating back.
The flats of flowers in orange, gold and red were cheery in the cart and still no Nathan, had Jon searching out where his wandering husband might be. Nathan was where he should be, just not still. How long did it take someone to choose a string of mini-holiday lights after all. Then Nathan took in Jon’s stance.
Jon stood in front of the ‘way too early for Christmas holiday’ lights display, a hand over his face, his other arm wrapped around his chest supportively, and his shoulders shaking. “What’s wrong?” he asked worried.
Nathan lowered his hand to show a mirth filled face and pointed at the package of lights.
Grabbing up his husband, Jon said, “they’ve got glow sticks over in the Hunting and Fishing Dept. They’ll do just as well, cost less, and they won’t need to be untangled since they’re meant to be thrown out anyway. Come on.” And he dragged Nathan away.
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Author: charisstoma
Word count: 390
Swearing could be heard all the way to the kitchen and Jon raised his eyes to the ceiling knowing what had to be happening. Nathan had unearthed the holiday lights from last Christmas.
Halloween was next month and Jon had made the mistake of showing Nathan the link that used plastic gallon milk containers. The colored water inside the jugs was supposed to be lit by small bulbs set within the crease formed into the jug’s bottom. They’d even laughed at how even gallon jugs had cracks for sticking things into.
Swiftly scooping up the ingredients that were going to be dinner and putting them away, Jon grabbed keys and Nathan to go to Home Depot.
“I would have gotten them untangled,” Nathan was complaining. “You could have helped too.”
“It wasn’t worth it,” Jon kept his eyes on the road refusing to look over at a pouting 30+ year old for fear of his grin resulting in him sleeping on the sofa. A pouting Nathan was cute. “I wanted to pick up a few chrysanthemums to pot up for decorations. They’ve advertised that the Fall color selections are in.”
“I could see you trying not to smile,” Nathan called after him already in a better humor when they split up to get their different items. His, “Meet you in the Gardening Center,” had Jon nodding, his grin hidden by his retreating back.
The flats of flowers in orange, gold and red were cheery in the cart and still no Nathan, had Jon searching out where his wandering husband might be. Nathan was where he should be, just not still. How long did it take someone to choose a string of mini-holiday lights after all. Then Nathan took in Jon’s stance.
Jon stood in front of the ‘way too early for Christmas holiday’ lights display, a hand over his face, his other arm wrapped around his chest supportively, and his shoulders shaking. “What’s wrong?” he asked worried.
Nathan lowered his hand to show a mirth filled face and pointed at the package of lights.
Grabbing up his husband, Jon said, “they’ve got glow sticks over in the Hunting and Fishing Dept. They’ll do just as well, cost less, and they won’t need to be untangled since they’re meant to be thrown out anyway. Come on.” And he dragged Nathan away.
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