Stories (143/0)
So Close, And Yet, So What?
...Continued from It was a cool autumn morning, Tinka woke feeling the dew on her fur as she woke. She blinked away the sleepiness from her eyes and yawned. As her eyes came into focus and the light streamed through the shrubs, the folded note in front of her was clear. Nestor. At least he didn't put it in an envelope this time. She pushed the note open and read it.
By Tinka Boudit She/Her3 years ago in Fiction
Renaissance Festival War Stories 2021. The Lost Scrolls.
When you're a cast member at the renaissance festival, you make the show for people. But sometimes, you meet rock stars. It was early in the season, second weekend I think. I was taking a break and I go to my friend Tara's shop. She makes and sells reasonably priced jewelry and accessories. There's a man in there who looks familiar, we walk out around the same time and I say something like, "I know you. Musical Blades, right?"
By Tinka Boudit She/Her3 years ago in Humans
Renaissance Festival War Stories Sept 25/26, 2021
It's the sixth weekend of the festival season. I am getting tired. My voice was strained badly leading into this week. I had to explain to my callers that I had laryngitis again and again. It's embarrassing, and I am not easily embarrassed. I was ill (in a non-contagious way) on Thursday and Friday and had terrible sleep before the weekend and was worried about being my best for the weekend. No, not even my best, just exist for the weekend. As tired as I am, as much as I am missing my husband, who doesn't work or play at the festival, it would still break my heart to miss out on it due to illness.
By Tinka Boudit She/Her3 years ago in Humans
Renaissance Festival War Stories Sept 18/19, 2021
Saturday Morning, early, the riddle booth starts fairly slow. People walk by and no one stops for almost an hour to riddle. During that time a couple is walking and stops to take a selfie near us. I stop them and offer to take their picture. Of course, I flip the camera and take a selfie first, but that was not the point. I take several nice framed up pictures for them. I get the iron dragon in the background, no people walking in the background, and say things to make them laugh to get genuine smiles. They are grateful and thankful for the pictures, and the fact I took the time to get a variety. They are in regular clothes, then they tell me, today is their 31st wedding anniversary, and they are former Renaissance Fest workers themselves. They worked at Jacob's Ladder in their younger years. I was so happy to start their day on a positive note.
By Tinka Boudit She/Her3 years ago in Humans
It Should Have Been The Deer!
We were fourteen years old. Rachael, Mike, and myself were just six or seven weeks into our freshman year of high school. How the three of us ended up hanging out that day at my house, I do not recall. We were better friends the previous couple years, and this was probably the last time the three of us ever hung out together. We all had friends within our larger friend group we were individually closer with besides each other.
By Tinka Boudit She/Her3 years ago in Geeks
Renaissance Festival War Stories Sept 11/12, 2021
Saturday: Unofficial PRIDE Day. I made a facebook event for it months ago and the whole thing started after MNRF had done a PRIDE day in the past, but none made this year. So many flags, shops, and people taking part in support of one another in the spirit of love and PRIDE. It warms me inside and out.
By Tinka Boudit She/Her3 years ago in Journal
Renaissance Festival War Stories Aug 21/22, 2021
Aug 21/22, 2021 It's been 692 days since closing cannon in 2019. I am so excited. It's Christmas morning. I have collected 125 four-leafed clovers this spring and summer. I have around 70-80 or so left to give away as fest favors. It was my husband's idea to do so. I wasn't sure how to determine how or who would receive them.
By Tinka Boudit She/Her3 years ago in Journal
Tales of Bette: Mark's Perspective, Halloween Senior Year
Friday October 31, 2003 The bell rang at the end of photography class sixth hour. Mark timed his walk to the door to get there at the same time as Bette. "All black clothes. Is that a Halloween thing?" Or a Wednesday Addams thing?
By Tinka Boudit She/Her3 years ago in Horror