The Kraken Attacks 1 A seven year old girl stands on the edge of a swimming pool. She’s shivering from the cold, confused by the amplified noise and screams of other children around her, and she stares dubiously at the big, deep pool in front of her. She’s very small. It looks very, very big […]
Author: RamblingBlueOwl
Scotland, where’s the Compote?
Dear Reader, As you know, I visited Scotland a few years ago, and I’ve been struggling to write about it ever since. Nobody, I said to myself, wants to read a long panegyric where I keep lyrically saying over and over how beautiful it was, how nice the people were, and how well everything was […]
The Banshee of Glen Path Hill
It was Halloween. We were all huddled in a circle, telling ourselves scary stories. True stories that happened to us for real!! This is Maurice’s tale. The Banshee of Glen Path Hill (from Maurice) A few years ago, we stopped for a few nights in the village of K, on the way back from visiting […]
The Knife of Destiny (or something)
Years ago (in 2020), in the faraway land of Montreal, a foul demon invaded the city and terrorized the citizens. (Not a metaphor for covid. I’m talking about a real demon with horns and fire and stuff.) The Queen of Montreal assembled the wisest people of the town and asked them to find a solution. […]
17 – All’s Well that Ends Well
Spring had arrived, at last. The temperature where oscillating towards comfortable, noses where working again, the air smelled of fresh leaves, and of whatever had been rotting under the snow. It was that time of year where you hesitate before going out… Should I take a hat? A scarf? Gloves? No? I can just… go […]
16 – An Intervention
As you certainly noticed, dear Reader, I am a sweet, peaceful creature, but when listening to the woeful tale of the Tyrex, my brow got more and more furrowed. I mean, enough is enough. I mean, first laughing at Muffin because she’s a beautiful hamster, then, calling the Tyrex a…a …. I can’t even repeat […]
15 – The Tyrex’s Plan
For a few minutes after the sudden departure of the Tyrex, a heavy silence reigned in the living room. Charles was inwardly cursing me, I was inwardly cursing Charles, and Jimmy was inwardly taking note of all the new and improbable curse words he had just heard. How I went from vexed and fatally wounded […]
14 – Jimmy’s kidnapping
You may be wondering, dear Reader, why I volunteered so eagerly to kidnap Jimmy. You see, as soon as I realized that they would kidnap him, with or without my benediction, I also comprehended, in a flash, that for Jimmy’s safety, it would be much better if I was to do it. The Tyrex and […]
13 – The Conspirators Meeting
A few days later, I was facing the black door of Charles’ lair. I rang the old fashioned bell, bearing the usual offering of chips and wine in my arms, with some fruits for vitamins. The door creaked ominously, opened an inch, Charles’s beak peaked through and Charles whispered: “Password?” I had obviously forgotten all […]
12- The Healthy Dinner
Jimmy’s birthday was soon organized. Aunt Patricia was there, so was Maurice, and there was what, to my untrained eyes, looked like a swarm of kids of Jimmy’s age, hastily dropped off by apologetic parents. The thing only lasted a few hours, so I’m told, yet I’m quite definite those hours each had 60 hours […]