#comedicwriting

[wordstarling]

A Social Experiment?

Outside the pub, chilled twilight is settling around the glen. The pub chimney allows lazy smoke to rise and wander off. The diurnal creatures of the forest head toward their respective homes for the night, while the nocturnal ones are rising, yawning and sniffing the air to gauge the mood of the forest. The pub itself is cozily lit, amber light shining from the windows. Inside, the hearth is…

[wordstarling]

Minor Magic, Major Inconvenience

It’s evening outside Sprinkles Mystic Pub. The evergreens stand in quiet, creaking judgment of the starkly naked foliage. The copper still is…well….still. The cold seems to wrap everything in a vacuum hush. A little field mouse shivers as it wanders out of its burrow and decides dinner can wait till breakfast. The blue neon of the sign above the door shines brightly in the newly darkened…

[wordstarling]

Wizzle Wants a Drink...Free.

Sunshine plays along the forest floor, rodents chase each other foraging as they go. One lone dark elf naps against a tree—until the tree smacks him for snoring louder than a chainsaw cutting firewood. Inside the pub it’s bright and cheery for an afternoon. The jukebox is brightly kicked on, playing “You Spin Me Round (Like a Record)” by Dead or Alive. Hecate is sitting with Marge, both women…

[wordstarling]

Desire, Thy Name is…..Marge??

Sprinkles Mystic Pub is in full swing party mode. Decorations are everywhere, confetti carpets the floor, and the drinks are flowing like waterfalls. Rufus is at his customary table, two legs of his chair suspended as he leans back. Hugo sits at the end of the bar nearest the door, sipping his Ambrosia Lite and complaining to anyone who’ll listen that his wife decided he needed to “lay off the…

[fosfato-demonico]

eating veggies

So...will you eat your vegetables? While it is always recommended to incorporate vegetable fiber into the diet, as self-described omnivores, the nutritional value of this voluntary contribution which we have adopted daily in our meals has lost its meaning, in a good way I think, and despite that it will continue to be contemplated in our plates. Being omnivorous, more than evident from the archaeological record, shows how opportunistic we have been throughout the history of man, generalized physiological traits lead to generalized diets, we are not between "carnivores" and "herbivores". Because once again, within the implicit nuances of this "black and white" life, choice prevails. I have given up on vegetables, milk and practically the three meals a day, but here I am, I'm just a little bored and I feel like eating a whole week of fruit (frugivores), at other times nourish myself with leaves (folivores) but never insects (insectivores) for the economy does not suit me to be strictly graminivorous so there is no other option, without forgetting that there is always the power to choose. Well, I choose not to listen to my mother for a long time, even if it jeopardizes my needs (yeah those). Because, although vegetable fiber cannot be degraded or absorbed by our organism, since we do not have substances capable of digesting cellulose and therefore absorb its components; glucose, the bolus that is formed and travels through the digestive tract maintains a significant volume that generates a pressure inside the intestine, which stimulates its activity making that so called digestion and is completed successfully. So, its low intake would cause the risk of being constipated, that feeling that I get just thinking about my duties as an adult that I still do not assume in case it was not clear yet.

[crystalmelville-blog]

Ken Levine and David Isaacs on how they worked together early in their c...