"Tales of Life" drabbles by Isaac Grant

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Shifts

Tales of life #4

He unfocused his eyes and the floor began to churn and move. It slithered this way and that, squirming away at all costs. Whole hills moved, at least the outer skin, the dirt and grass, did. Everywhere that he looked the ground slowly progressed until he refocused his eyes and the world snapped back into the correct focus and stopped moving away. He got back on the lawn mower and resumed the mowing, rejuvenating the vibrations hat had caused this phenomenon in the first place. Two hours later he had nearly finished his grandparents gargantuan lawn behind their old house.

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Marbles

Tales of Life #3

The three tiers of marble are these: Arcane, Bewilder, and Struggle. The first is a bright blue, used for simple things like summoning, sending, and other such tasks. The second, answers questions, giving from simple words, to long explanations, depending on how much exertion you would like to go through. The last is the most powerful. It solves many problems, such as hunger, peace, and war. This one was used to show the foolishness of our humanity. We sent it far away from this world, from this universe in fact. We Lost it forever, fearing its great and unknown, power.

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A New Nickname

Tales of Life #2

"Zoee, no, you don't understand, your dollies and little pink stroller aren't actually real things used in the world!" Isaac tried in vain to explain to Zoee that her toys are merely toys and not actual tools used in real life. Zoee came up with an EPIC comeback, "You have fake legs!" She shouted this as she ran away, dragging her little pink stroller and small dollies, draped in cute white blankets. That day Isaac gained a new nickname, "Fake Legs." He could learn to accept that. After all, his loving sister had come up with it. It was perfect.

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Snow

Tales of Life #1

The snow billowed down on the already frozen ground. Isaac tramped after his father on the way into school. His dad was a teacher, and for some reason teachers couldn't park anywhere near the school, so here was Isaac soaking his backpack and gym bag in a mountain of falling snow. He sprinted across the snow-covered road, rushing up the icy sidewalk, and into the warm school building. The sudden warmth of the Heater in the small lobby hit Isaac in the face. It felt great as his cheeks returned to their normal color as the morning bell rang.