Puddle - Blog Posts
Martian Laundry Gone Wrong A window into the Martian Laundry Experience:
1. Put clothes in washer
2. Put Soap in Soap Slot & Quarters in Quarter Slot
3. Come back to mysterious puddle and open soap slot
4. Put soggy clothes in dryer and more quarters
5. Come back to soggy clothes that smell funny
6. Throw anything not absolutely vital to the week back in the laundry bag
7. Decide to hang pants
8. Discover you do not have a strong enough rope
9. Braid together several feet of plastic bag
10. Hang pants and spray with disinfectant
Alternative Method for same results:
1. Throw pants over chair, spray with disinfectant
2. Pour some water on your laundry bag
3. Throw some quarters out the window
This method is a more efficient means of achieving almost wearable pants, soggy funny smelling shirts, and losing quarters.
The puddle
A short horror story I just finished writing:)
Word count: 469
While waiting outside, I spot something strange.
A puddle lighted by a street lantern moving in a rather strange manner.
It doesn’t take long for me to notice that it’s probably just the wind playing with it, just as the wind is playing with my hair.
Blowing it in and out of my face continuously, almost like a small child that just got its hands on a new toy. Tirelessly as if to signal that it will never bore.
Again my gaze wanders back to the puddle.
It ripples in a strange manner, almost as if something alive is in it.
But I know for certain that it can’t be anything, since it should be as shallow as any other small puddle on the neatly tiled streets.
Perhaps an inch deep at most, but most likely even more shallow.
The water starts to move around quicker and more wild, making me almost believe there to be a fish flopping about.
Perhaps it is a bird, who knows.
As I start to feel the slightest bit of guilt, of possibly letting some small animal die, I get up.
I slowly stand up from the cold bench and walk over to it… slowly… very slow.
Now the water seems to almost be dancing, dancing inside the small puddle.
Up and down it goes, now I’m sure the wind doesn’t have the power to do something like that.
As I gaze into the dark puddle, I can’t seem to find the bottom of it.
Is it just too dark outside already for me to spot this?
No, I can see inside the other puddles perfectly fine, the many lines of them neatly in rows.
Before I know it the darkness inside it seems to grow, the puddle has gotten larger and larger..
It can’t be!
I try to take a step back, but it’s as if the puddle itself has taken me within its cold gaze, staring back into my very core.
Nothing I can do about it, I stare back, into the cold wetness of its never-ending insides.
Something deep and dark is within it.
Would I seem possessed to those around me?
Well, I’m sure I’m alone though. It’s too late for someone to see me, for someone to stop this staring contest.
The water has calmed down again, as if seeing me has made it sink deep into thought.
Calmly it ripples again at the rules of the wind.
Then rapidly something comes out of the puddle.
An arm.
A human arm.
Grasping in the air for some unknown reason.
Perhaps for help.
Without thought or perhaps still possessed by the water I take it, trying to take it out of there.
It’s coldness seeps deep into my body as it grabs my arm with full strength.
For a moment nothing else happens, just me staring at the body part clenching me.
With a quick yank it suddenly pulls me closer.
Closer and closer.
Until I too am taken into the darkness of the puddle
Sunset 🌄 during walking 🚶♂️puddle 💦❄️of water. F/1.89 5.43mm 1/100s ISO-100, #raw 📷 #pocox3nfc . . #sunset #puddle #clouds #snow #luxiumtaurus #look #instagood #life #insta #naturephotography #follow #me #smile #instalike #photooftheday #nature #awesome #photography #picoftheday #nothingisordinary #rebels_nature #raw_community_member #rebels_united https://www.instagram.com/luxiumtaurus/p/CXZJHUMoLU7/?utm_medium=tumblr
icy puddle ❄️💧 from my previous post Pic1: 1/735s f/1.89 5.43mm ISO100 . 📷 #pocox3nfc . . . . #icypuddle #frosty #puddle #jogging #aftersunrise #look #instagood #life #insta #naturephotography #follow #comment #instagram #instalike #instagramanet #photooftheday #nature #awesome #amazing #beautiful #lifestyle #photo #photographer #photography #picoftheday (at Wiener Neustadt, Austria) https://www.instagram.com/p/CJyZoE1hhGS/?igshid=jf1pg4np6qcr
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Puddleshine
Name meaning: Splotchy fur, gentle, playful, glossy fur, hopeful
Sleek-furred, brown tom with white splotches, pale blue eyes, and scars hidden under his thick pelt.
Cleric herb: Lungwort
Voice Claim: James Pratt
Family and Education
Mother: Pinenose
Father: Spikefur
Brothers: Birchbark, Slatefur
Sister: Lioneye
Foster Sister: Violetshine
Mentor: Leafpool
StarClan Mentor: Yellowfang
Apprentice: Shadowsight
Nature
ISFJ
Social Moral
Social
Platonic Love: Birchbark, Leafpool, Lioneye, Shadowsight, Slatefur, Violetshine
Romantic Love: Alderheart
Friend(s): Tigerstar ii
Mixed feelings: Frecklewish, Mothwing, Pinenose, Rowanclaw, Spikefur
Enemies: Ashfur, Berryheart, Darktail
original artist n/a
APRIL
Rain wipes the air clean - green begins to fill bare branches and vast fields - water droplets nourish the roots of blossoming leaves and petals - dancing and washing troubles away in showers from clear skies - laughing while jumping and splashing from puddle to puddle - nuanced floral aromas gently rise and perfume the air.
Quando il bambino era bambino,
camminava con le braccia ciondoloni,
voleva che il ruscello fosse un fiume,
il fiume un torrente
e questa pozzanghera il mare.
Peter Handke
guys i made a carrd for liu yao with updated links
(read liu yao. please.)
Reflection and Shadow of The Green in A Puddle
After The Rain
Dead in a Shallow Puddle
The face of it
The eyes fully open as if it was looking for something in me
The short hair sticking straight up, floating in the gentle movement
of the little puddle
But the eyes, cold, ice, blue
I dared to touch the dead person's face
I could see the sky, wind, water in those blue eyes
Wondering what their story might have been
The eyes were still alive, searching
You could tell that the body was withering away
In those eyes there was everything but fire
The bones becoming visible
There was nothing scary in those eyes
Who left them behind like this?
You could tell from their eyes that the person was gentle but they were too
delicate,
Like frosting on a cake
What was the last thing those rich eyes saw?
How many winters?
His eyes give me meaning
Something to live for even though he is dead
But his eyes stay awake
Then it hit me like a sword in the throat, he did it to himself
But his eyes are so big and beautiful
Why did he do that?
Those eyes of ice
His body was ice
His eyes spoke of sweet passions and dreams
He must have been a hard worker
But I fell in live with those eyes of ice
My heart will forever be frozen in time
His eyes alive
If only by miracle he came back to life
My eyes are locked with his
I always fall in love with something I can't have
Why must my eyes do that?
Inktober 2024 - Grungy
Baby Srebrna, a dirty piggy sitting in the mud xD
Based on childhood days, when on rainy days my mom would dress us in wellies and some old clothes and let us jump in puddles and play in the mud. Next to one of the playgrounds, by the merry-go-round, there was always such a big puddle of mud, with earthworms, slugs and snails all around. I liked to make mud castles for them ;3
Still have soft spot for this memories~
