ninjababy

It's a misty morning, for late December. A very dense mist, the kind of mist that piles itself from your ankles to just below your collarbone, looking wet without being wet. Still, millions of people brave the strange weather to push me aside on the sidewalk, rushing with impatience towards their New Year celebrations. Keep your head down. Say nothing. It'll be over soon enough. I turn a corner, my hands stuffed inside my jacket. The center of the city comes into view, the mist muting the appearance of what would have been hundreds of dazzling city lights. I focus on them, the colors blurring together as if someone had smudged the scene wit

An elf lay in a tree, comfortably as if it was a hammock. A dwarf stoked their campfire and lit his pipe. The forest was quiet but for the rustle of leaves and the occasional hoot of owls. The night spun lazily above them. 'Do you ever wonder who lives in the sky?' said the elf after a while. 'Birds,' grunted the dwarf. 'No, I mean the people up there.' 'All the poor buggers who fell up into it, I would imagine.' The elf sighed. 'Where do your gods live?' he asked. 'Our gods are wrought in stone,' replied the dwarf. 'What would they do up there? There's nothing to do, nowhere to stand.' He paused, then added 'Nothing to hit with an axe.