Ev, soon to be Evruhwrweiaum (but you can call her Evie)
Hey anyways you should all go read A Fire Upon the Deep by Vernor Vinge.
It's a real good book.
A long since finished com from 12/1/25 for cadencecall.bsky.social
Made a Tine! Her name is "Seeker" or "Ramdimirukam"
Carver and I have been obsessed over this book/species for a while now.
Tines are a pack species from "A Fire Upon the Deep" - What you see here is one character, spread between four fragments. They use those patches on their heads and hips to transmit thoughts through the air, and to receive thoughts of nearby members.
I very highly recommend the book. It is so much better than I can do it justice
Imagine a tasty piece of tender meat on your fork.
A fork has three tines.
It’s related to the verb ‘tener’: it can hold something.
A famous tenor, lets say Plácido Domingo (he’s Spanish) finds the right note using a tuning fork at the start of a concert in front of Lake Geneva (where the picture of the big fork is taken).
Could you bring us a fork?
¿Podría traernos un tenedor?
Nice, glad that it's a possibility! I know he's not the most popular villain, but it'd ne neat to see something with Clayton from Tarzan. Maybe him coming across tiny people while hunting? Could be one person or multiple, maybe evena whole village.
A Small New Species
This was so much fun to write! Thank you for the suggestion!
You weren't the only being of your size in the vast jungle. There were others, but you tended not to stay too close.
For survival.
You were quiet and preferred things to stay that way.
The larger beings, like gorillas, frightened you.
Especially the hairless one. Those blue eyes sparked with a dangerous curiosity.
There were too many close calls with that creature.
It was the worst day when you discovered that there are more creatures like him. And they were even more curious than the original.
The biggest one terrifies you.
He carried a long stick that sounded like thunder.
It killed things with ease.
You decided to call the big one Thunder-Stick. The smaller male was Shiny Eyes and the female one was The Female.
They all were too curious for your taste.
But they had food...
You like food.
You spent days stalking their odd-shaped caves, learning their patterns and habits.
You didn't want to get trapped in their sack of food.
Nor did you want to hear Thunder-Stick's footsteps get louder.
Your stomach turned as the world around you move.
He picked up the sack.
You couldn't help the squeak come out of your mouth.
"What do we have here?" a voice boomed around you, "Another varmit?"
Your world got turned upside down as something grabbed your leg and pulled you out of the sack.
You scratched at the hand that grabbed you, survival instincts kicking in.
A warm hand wrapped around you, trapping your arms to your side.
The color drained from your face as you were eye to eye with Thunder-Stick.
He looked...delighted to see you.
You went from being in his hand to being in a hard, invisible hut.
He put you in a glass jar.
You hit the smooth clear walls around you, scared and confused.
He looked at you with greedy eyes, "Looks like we don't even need the gorillas. I've found a little gold mine right here!"
You didn't know what those noises meant, but you doubt it was good.
Maybe if you tried to repeat the noises, he'd leave you alone.
"Right here! Right here!" you shouted, hoping you didn't just seal your death sentence.
Thunder-Stick froze, looking at you with wide eyes. "Did you just speak?"
"Did you just speak?" you mimicked. You had no idea if this was working, but you weren't dead yet, so this may work out in your favor.
He looked at you with an evil grin. "Speak."
"Speak."
You really just wanted to get out of this weird cave thing.
He put you on a tall flat log, smiling wide. "Wait right here, little gold mine."
"Gold mine?" you say, tilting your head in confusion.
He was walking away, leaving you all alone.
You pounded against the glass yelling the sounds he said. "Speak! Mine! You! Gold! Gold! Right here!"
Frustrated tears formed in your eyes as you sink to the floor.
You only wanted some food... not to be trapped and make weird noises to giant creatures with loud sticks.
You don't know how long you were alone in a clear prison, but Thunder-Stick stormed into the odd cave and grabbed you.
He put you in a large wooden chest and shut it, leaving you in darkness.
You banged against the glass, screaming to get out.
A loud bang silenced you.
There was now a hole in the wooden chest.
He almost shot you...
You tremble in fear as you curl into yourself. You didn't dare make another sound.
Even your sobs were silent.
The world around you went quiet, too quiet.
You hear rustling after a while. Some odd sounds and clicks echoed through your ears.
It was the Female. She was communicating with someone.
Maybe she would help you!
"Gold?" you said nervously, "Speak! You! Right here!"
You squinted as light flooded your vision. You cover your eyes and curl up, immediately regretting your decision.
The world around you moved and you refused to uncover your eyes.
"What on Earth?" the Female said.
You then hear a noise that made your stomach drop. Why? Out of all the creatures in this damn jungle was he there.
Why was the hairless gorilla there?
You peek from between your fingers and your stomach turns. Both the hairless gorilla and the Female were staring at you.
"Oh, you poor thing! What on Earth was Clayton thinking, putting such a fragile creature in a jar?"
She takes the lid off the jar and gently takes you out.
Only for the hairless gorilla to snatch you from her hand with a tight grip.
You scream and flail in his grasp. You fruitlessly punch on his fingers, not enjoying this at all.
The Female makes some more noises in a calm soft tone, but the hairless gorilla ignored her and ran out of the cloth caves with you still in his hand.
You still try to escape him, not wanting to be in this situation at all.
He runs away from the cloth caves, the Female chasing after him. He runs deeper into the jungle and starts to climb a tall sturdy tree. He flops down on a thick branch.
To your surprise, he put you down.
He bent down to your eye level, looking at you with those big curious blue eyes. He pushes you with his finger, causing you to stumble and fall back with a pained cry.
You stagger back until your back hits the trunk of the tree. You were confused, hungry, and scared.
The hairless gorilla places a pile of nuts and seeds in front of you before climbing back down the tree.
You weren't going to let good food go to waste, and you were certainly not going back to that awful cloth cave hell.
You stuff as much food as you can in your mouth before walking away from the hairless gorillas, definitely planning on telling the others to stay the hell away from that place
