The search is on for the perfect Pumpkin. Wallie loves all Pumpkins. My house is not a pumpkin patch. Wallie is optimistic.
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To an Imp
When Wallie the Imp, my Friend, and I heard the prompt for today’s post, courtesy of The Daily Post—“Write a letter to your 14-year-old self”—we rushed to grab our pens and paper. I sat at the table, my Friend took the armchair, and the Imp was on top of the refrigerator.
Wallie the Imp tells me mortality is all in the definition.
My Little Monster
Wallie the Imp and I flatter ourselves we do quite well under pressure. This is another story.
“But where do the ideas come from?” It was a warm summer evening, sticky, stifling, but his aching limbs were somehow relieved by the lulling intensity of heat. He was tired. Very tired. And it was such an old question. “Grandpa…”
Wallie on Weather
Wallie the Imp loves all sorts of weather. He is not particularly fond of rainy days and clouds, but he understands that they are a part of life without which all goblins and imps would die. So in honor of the four changing seasons, and to meet today’s Daily Post prompt, Wallie has applied toContinue reading “Wallie on Weather”
Alice in Dunderland
Wallie the Imp and I love learning foreign languages. However, no matter how much one enjoys a subject, there are times when learning is less a pleasure than an exercise. Having learned only the rudiments of Impish myself, I have to admit that learning a language is slow going. And how better to explore this frustrationContinue reading “Alice in Dunderland”
Wallie on Animal Friends
Wallie the Imp and I were somewhat confused by today’s Daily Post prompt. Wallie refuses to let me call him a pet. Imps are not pets. They are personalities. We had the good fortune to know a friend of a friend who does in fact own a small cat. He was good enough to send us material to helpContinue reading “Wallie on Animal Friends”
Mad for the Hatter
The truth of the matter is, in addressing this confessional prompt—that is, the call to describe a time when you were furious out of your senses—Wallie, my Friend, and I were unwilling to think beyond acknowledging that we had perhaps known anger once, prior to evolvement.
Planet of the Imps
When my Imp and I realized today’s prompt for the Daily Post, we were naturally eager to participate. But our interest was in no way matched by the whole-hearted enthusiasm of my Friend. He threw himself into the creation of a planet as if it were the end of the world. Wallie the Imp wasContinue reading “Planet of the Imps”