Foulport

A friend of mine is in a place named Fairport today. I now want to write a story where a place is named Foulport. I’ll bet there are interesting characters to be found there.

The big light in the sky

The dog nudged my feet, waking me up.
“There’s a big light in the sky!” he said.
“That’s the moon,” I said.
“But part of it is gone!”
“That happens.”
“Let’s go outside to see it better!”
So we did.
(The dog didn’t exactly say that, verbatim. I’m doing some interpretation.)

Fall approacheth

A banner appears in the distance, one month removed from today. “Welcome to fall,” it says. Each day is a step closer in the march to the equinox. If you can’t stop the march, dance instead.

Becoming apart

The importance of spelling (or typos, or a properly located space): I just got an e-mail from a local business celebrating “10 years of becoming apart of the community.”

“Yeah, when we started, we were really close, but thanks to ten years of sustained effort, we’ve never been further away than we are now!”

Barman v. Superman

I was just writing something and wanted to look up the run time of Batman v. Superman (two hours and three minutes, in case you’re wondering), but instead typed Barman v. Superman, which I might be more interested in seeing.

“Closing time, Superman. Finish your drink and go home.”
“NO ONE TELLS ME WHEN TO STOP DRINKING.”
“Don’t make me call your mother.”
“SHE’S NOT MY REAL MOTHER.”
“Let’s not go through that again. Let me call you a cab.”
“I’M FINE TO FLY. JUST FINE.”
“The last time you said that, you flew into several buildings.”
“A DEER RAN OUT IN FRONT OF ME.”
“A hundred feet in the air?”