The night of 4/16/19, the Duck had a spooky dream courtesy of a PC game called SCP: Containment Breach. If you’re not familiar, the SCP Foundation is a fictional group that basically collects and studies anomalous creatures and objects. Kind of like the TV series, Warehouse 13. But scarier. This particular dream featured SCP-173, a statue that moves at incredible speeds as long as you aren’t looking at it. (If you’re thinking that they stole the idea from Dr. Who’s Weeping Angels, well, SCP-173 was actually created first, so…) Continue reading The Duck Dreams of SCP-173
In the past, I discussed a creative writing class I took in high school where we were only allowed to write essays and creativity was, in fact, discouraged. Fortunately, I had a very different experience when I tried my hand at creative writing once more in college. Because this time, we were actually allowed to be creative with our work and spent every class writing fictional works rather than stuffy essays. Oh, and our teacher was great. I’ll be sure to recount his funniest story later. Continue reading Can I Be Creative Now?
I had mentioned in the past that I enjoy watching a Youtube channel called Kitten Academy. They foster kitties, and in addition to regular videos about their current adoptable kitties and non-adoptable “faculty”, they also have a 24/7 live stream where you can watch kittens play to your heart’s content. Lately, however, something special has been happening that I simply must tell you all about. Continue reading Tempest and Teacup
Today, the Duck felt like recounting a memory that took place when I was in high school. Since middle school or even earlier, I had always liked writing stories. My stories from my ducklinghood were truly abysmal, to be honest, but that didn’t stop me from trying. And then, sometime in high school, I had the opportunity to take a creative writing class. Needless to say, I was really excited to finally learn how to become a better writer, but things did not go as expected. Continue reading Stop Being Creative!
For whatever reason, the Duck has been having lots of rather creepy dreams lately. I heard that cold air gives one bad dreams, and whether or not this is true, it certainly seems to be, considering winter is the major time when the Duck finds herself in the midst of a good deal of weird nightmares. Continue reading Dream Time: An Uncooperative Door
The night of 2/16/19, the Duck had a rather stressful dream indeed. It began where I was in my garage, but the door that leads outside led, rather, to another room. A guy was in this room and was trying to break into the house via this door, and he seemed largely unaffected by the door’s lock. Though I would lock the door to bar him entrance, I would then watch in horror as the lock would slowly turn. Eventually, I had to start placing furniture against it to keep the door secured. Even though this finally worked, the man was clearly determined, as he merely decided to sleep in this room as he awaited his chance to break inside the house. Continue reading Dream Time: Higgledies to the Rescue?
In case you haven’t heard, the Duck lost her kitty Elsa a little over a week ago. Since the loss of my other two cats about five years ago, I have learned that memories fade far more quickly than we would like, and so I wanted to write a little bit more about her so that this post could serve as a refresher in case I ever forgot. There won’t be much rhyme or reason to this post, other than to recount a few memories that I don’t think I’ve discussed prior. Continue reading Memoirs of Elsa Part 1
Well, in about a five-year time span, the Duck has lost her third cat. Elsa was going to turn five in a few months, but six months ago, she developed a sudden case of what the vets thought was asthma. None of the medicine provided did much to help her, and coaxing her to sit still long enough to use her inhaler was typically a failed affair. Even so, nothing could have prepared me for what happened. Continue reading A Farewell to Elsa
The night of 1/18/19, I had another spooky dream. I get them often, and though they are unpleasant while I’m in the middle of them, sometimes they can be interesting to think back on during daylight hours. The dream revolved around an abandoned, probably haunted house. Continue reading Dream Time: Race Through the Haunted House