Adventure
The Power of Painting in Year 3,000 Part 11
“Okay human, you’ve shown me that you got what it takes to fight this disaster head-on. I see that these stone shards are helping your party inflict damage. If you let me borrow your heart-shaped locket with the shard in it, I can assist you. Besides, I really don’t care for these Cona Vights. This monstrosity will disrupt the balance in my lake,” the water-nymph said.
By Patrick Oleson4 years ago in Fiction
The Power of Painting in Year 3,000 Part 8
Everybody joined in for a wholesome breakfast and CJ provided shade, by elongating his branches and sprouting more leaves. “Hey Pops! Nothing like Italia’s home-cooked breakfast under a tree, right? Stick with us and you’ll never run out of anything,” CJ said with sincerity.
By Patrick Oleson4 years ago in Fiction
The Power of Painting in Year 3,000 Part 9
A shadowy deviant looks curiously upon frosted bliss. He’s been looking deep into the frozen pond for a minute there, I wonder… Is he checking himself out? It must be hard being a Cona Vight, with no real facial features or anything like that. How different is each Cona Vight?
By Patrick Oleson4 years ago in Fiction
The Power of Painting in Year 3,000 Part 5
After a stupendous battle like THAT we all had to take some time to breathe and absorb our surroundings. We hiked a big trek through the Foggy forest and found ourselves half way there to Mrs. Hardware’s shop, where we would find Augusto and another elder from the village. I kept thinking about grandma Italia and her button statement as the awkward silence blew through the emptiness in my noggin.
By Patrick Oleson4 years ago in Fiction
American Savages
The world is full of hidden marvels, and great wonders. Everyday it seems there is some new discovery; A whale who is the first of his species, a flower that was thought to be extinct, an atom that can be split and weaponized, an unidentified deadly bacteria discovered in a melting glacier. I was twenty-seven when I discovered my own hidden wonder of the world. Boogie Blue Darling, the dame that never looked down. Peculiar, I know. It sounds even a bit insane. How could one walk peering at the clouds through their oculars? How could someone like that survive in society? Boogie did, with grace even. Upon first glance one wouldn't be able to notice Boogie’s ornate posture. I was three beers into my night when Boogie sauntered through the Inn's shabby wooden doors. I watched as she walked right past the gawking eyes, head held high all the way to the bar. Small brunette tufts of hair peeked out from her beanie
By Misty Atchison4 years ago in Fiction
The Power of Painting in Year 3,000 Part 6
Augusto's face lit up delightfully after hearing that a Cona Vight went down after eating some of the chocolate cake. "This is fantastic! You have completed the other half of the research. Now none of us have to risk our lives in order to figure that out," Augusto said.
By Patrick Oleson4 years ago in Fiction
The Power of Painting in Year 3,000 Part 4
Italia brought us to the heart of Sweetie Pie village after telling us a story of a time in her youth, where she cleaned the negative energy away and drained the power from a dog-shaped dark spirit by lighting sage in the household where the spirit made its habitat.
By Patrick Oleson4 years ago in Fiction
The Power of Painting in Year 3,000: Part 1
Ahhh… Snuck away yet another delicious cafecito on the clock, thanks to the one and only welcoming Andrew. He makes the best coffee and brings the best conversation to the table. He’s a very neat and particular individual, who specializes in making button sculptures.
By Patrick Oleson4 years ago in Fiction
