Tag Archives: Dee Tales

Dee Tales: Loving Home

89 - Loving Home

Dee Tales are whimsical stories inspired by photographs taken with my i-phone. A tiny story for you, a wee sense of accomplishment for me. Enjoy.

The Agency has a sign with a baby carriage but rarely do new parents use one of these. The baby trolls are too big, the fairies too small – the dragons will fit, but they often set them on fire.

Maybe they have it to try and fit in with the other storefronts. I don’t think the new parents and adopted creatures care much about fitting in.

Maybe they just think it’s cute.

Leave a comment

Filed under Dee Tales

Dee Tales: Teddy Bear School

76 - Teddy Bear School

Dee Tales are whimsical stories inspired by photographs taken with my i-phone. A tiny story for you, a wee sense of accomplishment for me. Enjoy.

School was hard.

Red Teddy had short arms so teacher couldn’t always see he was raising his paw. He was slow to finish tests because he had trouble holding a pencil. And memorizing ways to chase away nightmares is tough when you have a head full of cotton.

Red Teddy hoped he passed. He could use a good cuddle.

Leave a comment

Filed under Dee Tales, Writing

Dee Tales: Exit

Exit

Dee Tales are whimsical stories inspired by photographs taken with my i-phone. A tiny story for you, a wee sense of accomplishment for me. Enjoy.

I don’t know how long I’ve been here. A long time, I think. There are others. Some are desperately seeking escape, others are just wandering. If we worked together maybe we could find out way out. We could scale the walls or dig under them. But when I try to speak nothing comes out.

When I see the sign I’m ecstatic! I point it out to the others but they can’t see it. I feel bad leaving them, but I can’t stay.

It’s time for me to leave.

Leave a comment

Filed under Dee Tales, Writing

Dee Tales: Mailboxes

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

Dee Tales are whimsical stories inspired by photographs taken with my i-phone. A tiny story for you, a wee sense of accomplishment for me. Enjoy.

The regular mailbox is at the front of the house. That’s the one with all the bills and junk mail. These boxes are different.

There’s one for good news, one for bad, and one for thank yous. The largest box is for advice. As you can imagine, it’s always full. The very smallest of boxes is for love.

I complain to my mother that nothing is ever in it. She said you can’t receive what you don’t send. I point out that I never send advice and but that box is always full. She just smiles and shakes her head.

It takes me a few days, but eventually I relent. I hope we have enough stamps.

2 Comments

Filed under Dee Tales

Dee Tales: The Generator

64 - The Generator

Dee Tales are whimsical stories inspired by photographs taken with my i-phone. A tiny story for you, a wee sense of accomplishment for me. Enjoy.

The city is crowded. There’s a lot of angry energy floating around. People can’t relax.

“It’s better than yoga!”
“It’s better than meditation!”

It’s a cleanse, really. A washing away of all your negative thoughts, the ones that refused to leave you. You walk into it’s centre, stand in the middle of the light, and when you walk away you’re happy. At peace. The energy it generates is just a happy coincidence. A byproduct.

Your thoughts are powerful.

Leave a comment

Filed under Dee Tales

Dee Tales: Keys Found Keys

57 - Keys Found Keys

Dee Tales are whimsical stories inspired by photographs taken with my i-phone. A tiny story for you, a wee sense of accomplishment for me. Enjoy.

Cupid lost his keys.

Everyone thinks he uses arrows but that’s not true. “A heart,” he says “Is a door with many locks. Vulnerability, trust, friendship, they each have to be unlocked at a certain time.” Each person, therefore, needs many keys.

How he loses so many keys at once I really don’t know. I’ll have to keep a better eye on him.

That, and get him a cell phone.

1 Comment

Filed under Dee Tales

Dee Tales: Sky Water

clouds.jpg

Dee Tales are whimsical stories inspired by photographs taken with my i-phone. A tiny story for you, a wee sense of accomplishment for me. Enjoy.

It took them three years to build. Part machine, part magic, the device loomed over all of us.

They flipped the switch, they said their spells, and we waited.

At first there are only wisps in the sky. Soon they expand and form round, fluffy shapes. Our cracked lips are spreading wide, smiling.

It won’t be long now.

Leave a comment

Filed under Dee Tales

Dee Tales: CONTEST WINNERS!

Live Plants

Two weeks ago contest participants were asked to write a mini story based on the picture above. Congratulations to James Hall and Arbiter Kitty for their spectacular entries.

James Hall

He needed to get these plants into his little shop quickly. For lack of space, all of his shipments were stacked beside his shop wall. Presentation was everything when running a flower shop, If these flowers weren’t on the shelves, no presentation. Just to the left of his three stacks of boxes, a hobo leaned against the wall where it made a corner, asleep.

“Get out of here! Scram!”

The man stirred and looked at him through dejected eyes.

“Move it!”

“Leave me ‘lone man. I ain’t hurtin’ nothin’.” The groggy bum complained.

“I said get out of here!” He pointed sharply to his left. His face was red.

“I’ll leave when I’m awake.”

“Get out of here you filthy bum!” The shopkeeper kicked him in the side.

The bum, his breath lost, crawled along the brick wall and tried to catch his breath. Nearing a trash can, he tried to pull himself up, but the shopkeeper shoved him from behind, causing the aluminum trashcan to rattle around in a circle on the pavement and the hobo to fall face first into the rough ground. Back to his hands and knees, he crawled away. The angry shopkeeper looked on as the bum got to his feet and, without looking back, disappeared. Presentation was everything.

Arbiter Kitty

“Live Plants. Seriously? That’s really the best name you were able to come up for these?”
A short, chestnut haired woman stood in front of the stacked boxes currently lined up on the side of Redmill Tavern. She eyed the labels with obvious disdain, tactfully ignoring the much taller, much stockier male beside her.

“Shut up,” the man grumbled, scratching her fingers against the short 5’oclock stubble on the underside of his chin. “Wuzzint no time for being all fancy like.”

“And here I was, thinking that remaining inconspicuous was so important,” she deadpanned, finally turning her scrutinizing gaze upon him.

“Goddammit, Tammy. You gotta be so damn picky alla damn time? Nobody but you worried ‘bout all these lil’ details-”

“Nobody but me has a business as strong as I have going for me, now do they?” She snorted when she received silence in response. “That’s what I thought. Trust me, Kardis. The ‘little details’? They’re important. Bring these inside. We’ll keep them in the back storage for now so nobody gets to poking around the ‘Live Plants’.”

It would be some time before all the boxes were brought inside. Tammy tactfully ignored the man’s grumbling as he hauled each box in, feeling like it was his fault that he’d dismissed his workers before bothering to wait and see if they’d be needed for any other manual labor.

When he was done, she gave him a very curt dismissal, smiling a deceptively serene smile as he offered a glare of irritation in return before making himself scarce.

Once alone, she turned back to the boxes, a devious grin tugging at her lips as she peeled open the top flaps of the nearest one. The inside of the box was lined with a thin film of plastic, presumably to keep the moisture of the dirt packed inside from seeping through into the cardboard. The box was filled about halfway with the peaty earth, and at the very center, a tiny, crystalline object poked through its surface.

“I’ve certainly hit the jackpot with these,” Tammy whispered in congratulations to herself, staring at the tiny thing with an expression bordering on awe.

To Kardis and the other workers, she’d made it seem as if these plants were just very rare, very exotic imports from another land. Which, technically speaking, they were. What she failed to mention was in what manner these plants were rare and exotic. Namely the fact that, upon consumption, they could produce a variety of nearly superhuman effects upon the user with variable time frames.

They were Deisticis, Divine seeds that, when cultivated properly, yielded some of the most powerful plants in the world. Not only would she monopolize and make a fortune off of potential buyers, but she would also personally benefit from the plants’ godlike properties.

Live Plants, indeed.

And Tammy managed to score them right from under her biggest competitor’s nose.

“Greater fame and fortune, here I come,” she murmured to herself, her gaze lingering just a few moments longer before she closed the lid on her greatest possession.

2 Comments

Filed under Contests

The Dee Tales Writing Contest!

Live Plants

Calling all writers! Let your creativity loose on this photo. There’s no word count, but try and keep it short. Feel free to write in any genre. Multiple entries by the same author accepted!

The top three submissions will be posted along with a link to your blog/website if you have one. Not sure how to get started? Click on the Dee Tales tag for inspiration.

Please submit entries to deannadilello@gmail.com by 4pm on August 2.

Good luck!

Leave a comment

Filed under Dee Tales

Dee Tales: The Changing of the Tides

41 - Water

Dee Tales are whimsical stories inspired by photographs taken with my i-phone. A tiny story for you, a wee sense of accomplishment for me. Enjoy.

Slaves, soldiers, immigrants, all sinking down into the deep… Hundreds of years worth of burying people at sea is bound to upset the ocean.

At first there weren’t enough of them to cause an effect. (The ocean is fairly large, after all) But now it’s happened. It is no longer the moon that controls the tides. It’s the water ghosts. And they… are not… happy…

Leave a comment

Filed under Dee Tales