Runis

The big sunflower named Big Sunflower who could also walk and talk stood on its only two hind legs, leaned in closer to the most botanic plant in the plant collective and said quietly: "I acknowledge that this is a total improvisation on my part. I'm a grown flower, and I've sat in here for too long, specifically my whole life. Let's go out and see the world, oh you're a stationary plant." - Big Sunflower And so it was off alone, genderless as it was, out the door, out the window. The window was outside the door, it made sense in this universe. As Big Sunflower strolled across the lawn and passed the phone booth, the phone conveniently rang and the main character of the story which is a big sunflower picked up the phone. "HELLO!" - Big Sunflower, 2019. "Hi, we're calling from a gameshow. We call phone booths. Please help, you're the first one to pick up the last three hours." - Gameshow host. "Do I get to name the g...

Making horsies as usual. Someone: I'm afraid to ask why would you need such a detailed horse... Well, I religiously practice neighanity in fear that when horses rise above and enslave the human race to carry carrots and care for cargo and carelessly act as their cars, they will see me as their equal and grant me an outhouse in which I can practice my craft and make proud memorials of their excellent long faces and noses and puns regarding hay and neighing. Two weeks later they instruct me to build a trojan horse. I go along with it, I'm on their side. They enter and have humans pull the giant wooden horse across the country to the residence of the up and coming beetles. Long have they been an invading pest, but the horses extend a hoove in peace. The beetles accept. I'm inside with the horses, they don't realize I'm a human by now. I don't care, I give the signal. It's night time and the beetles are outside roasting peanuts over a cam...