A Tiny Tale of Overturned steps!

Genre : Humor

Once upon a time... 👁️😣❤️‍🔥😣👁️

A Tiny Tale of Overturned Steps !

I looked at him, the holder of my heart for what he had done. On this earth 🌍, it’s a whole new world. I couldn’t help but think so. And looking at life from that angle seemed no surprise to me. I thought to myself —“With eyes shut, are we blinded to suspect any foul play in our graced destinies. No, it can’t be ! “ Thinking so, I moved on.

My holder’s divine gusto, and least to mention, our walk together, seemed like an undecadent prospect,but surely not an epiphany. We were actually going somewhere but headed nowhere. We were on a casual walk. And we had carried on (side by side) that way, for some time now. All the while we seemed emptying our heads in the midst of those auspicious 🏃‍♀️ treads with no verbal exchanges left.

The humdrum of routined life made us often seek such a respite. It was an urgent need. And, by engaging in such a step-by -step actionable philosophy of self help we were learning to catch our breaths, down the vestibules of nasal alleys, upheld to stiffen our tubular necks.

And, all this was,so much so, ending in a reverberating whelp—what the heck!

So with a gaze above—with a gentle look imaged there, we walked around in an intense interest. The joy which rushed in with first sightings of children playing in the park was nothing less than a commotion at a fest. Yet, in the midst of all this, a silence crept between us, bringing in a strange kind of seclusion to test. The winding road ahead marked it’s course to a muffled effect as we crossed past those cheerful strikings, echoing in happy begets.

There, more silently than ever, a whispering breeze whirled in the dervish air. A moment of calm enveloped us instantly. I felt speechless, and so was my partner keeping at ‘it, nevertheless. An unspoken silence made me wonder whether this was a human conquest or a humanely organized quaintness at its best.

Thereupon, our awakenings were caught up in the sheer regulation of our treads. Slowly our steps sped.

Unlocking there, at the open field was my regret. Ask why ? We appeared to be possessing litte talent in saving our deeper breaths, and with it’s considerable ardor of gentleness waning , we were miserably claiming exaggerated strains of oratory, twanged over in huffs and puffs dangled everywhere.

I know it may sound vaguely wicked! But, there we were, frantically rolling through those pathways without a single word to confess. Right there, we weren’t engaging in any kind of exchange, depicting orderly conversational behests. Our measure of muted countenance accounted to no public distinction. We were devoid of any sophistry nor pretense to that end.

Once in a while our eyes met but, we never spoke about anything. At times, we had an urge to scream ‘to let out —that—which we was holding back to say in a whim. Silence was taking over to argue wisdom much beyond any means. I was ardently hoping that my companion would somehow catch up with my thoughts.. However, those inklings were left unattended. We kept saying nothing but, strolled adjacent to each other instead.

Once again, in the middle of those wanderings, like another awakening geared, we hastened to execute whatever everywhere. A time or two we looked askance literally leering ,as though, it were a winner’s virtue greatly spared. So there we were , quietly wallowing in the flux of something said-unsaid.

Yes , I was an earthling, whelping over fear, and in a commotion with a perilous confusion held over my head. Those were the garish situations blaring over there. And then, invariably scattered in such commanding impetuosity, bearing all, I dared … Thereafter, undisturbed and indisposed to all dignities before me , I resorted to this natural penultimate act of —barking !

Yes, bestowed in a clear magnitude, and pouring out that brewing tumult, I indulged in a terror attack!

This eventually led me one step closer to the reality which I didn’t expect.

Not knowing the wrongs, and journeying thro’ my world, my owner suddenly sped. He started jogging, only to later claim his— clogged-de-commandments as some lunatic’s scare. To be frank, strolling through the park, I was already blanked out , and now, I was reeking my owner’s blessings spreading across my second sleeps going nowhere. I felt scattered over those randomly glaring nightmarish flares. The ambiance was instigating leaps,abounding me to a heightened pace. ‘Twas ,as though, an incendiary’s stick had suddenly appeared in a campground ardor,swirling over my spirit and frantically extricating me to this land of ultimate dread. I too doubly sped … literally whooshed out as I fled.

We were now going past an outpost that was literally non existent to my owner’s jettisoned zest.

Deluge pungent was drowning my spirit to a total arrest. I naturally craved to halt at the street lamp.My soul was getting below drowning state as I couldn’t flounder about those naturally- perpetrating, attractive requests. It was a disaster.

I was one step closer to a howl, a sort of a shocking reveal! But yes, I was closer than ever to a whelping croon as well.

For what should have been an uproar in a hell, I somehow managed to suddenly bring my owner down in a casted spell. Those effusions and the neighboring dog’s yelling reassurances, assisted me, I guess. So, with all reasons regained in my owner’s consciousness,and somehow, the culprit in me lit his last to lasting light switched -onto 💡 my thought 💭 quest. Hence , he halted instantly at rest. It was all in an irritation though !

And,as a Guph-gawd strayed at a strange gas-spelled-station and gasping for breaths, I lifted my leg and mistakenly sprinkled showers on my owner’s feet, instead. That was diametrically opposites to his my competence’s best !

Feelingly compelled, my owner immediately blurted in unspoken silence.

O! The bull has gone wild , with gloom to hunt doom raging aright !

Believe me , I readily felt it and it all looked like a forest🌳gump !

Thereupon on , O! God!

For the best damnation to unfurl, I indulged in a foxtrot, lulling down my two left feet and lunging forward to perform cirque-du-soliel feats, as I leapt !

At this point, my owner too blurted out in his silenced bleats or so he professed :

O-limpic bleep-ty beast ! Lo! Behold behest !

Upon all that and more , which I must confess, laying a curse upon my words , as some great granted oracles effect , and just like a 👑 Kingsley craftsmanship thrust fullest, my thoughts and his desires met in a secret. I pissed and he fled as though possessed.

And when my anger as in an argument slowly crept,

For what concerned me most, he was shy to contest!

Long drawn, so much as that creator supreme, he flew furies at me and settled for a groan steadily, moving aside, instead !

Holy Moly! He was as much a King as a man w’d know it then and there …To that belief —How wretched c’d his ways then be. Seemingly he brought in a fortune teller to speak to me in a jest … he headed at me and called me :

A Discrepant. And where I was to show and make all the difference to him —between this world to that, and where, that which should have been decrepit, yet it was all coming out as a derogation filed to mirrors endless.

Then again, to tell everyone and discredit me in every ease of breath , he came incumbent upon me —as a deviant. Alongside, in a second and for the matter of that, made me seem strange in all aspects. Abruptly then, he rooted me out, more horribly, as some unguent urgently spread while he finally yelled out : come let’s go ! A purpose —much more than anyone might have expected it to be there …

So he was disparaging and so blatant, but nearly not correct !

Further to that great effect, and determined to prove that his veracity was perfect, he plaguingly allied and gave away chalices to others’ dogs 🐕 who actually demonstrated so many other defects. Hawww ! I said. And spitting in savage envy, I very much declared this : who in me is so defunct, echoing in repetition —“how can yea —like an oracle give such commands, to lose me to fortunes 🔮 as in an early death!

And without us realizing this incident became such a chutzpah and so useless!

When queried ardently, my owner might mysteriously harrow to announce that he was unstuck in time to devotedly detest !

And weaving further to furthering, as if in a concern, he c’d unknowingly bring in fate to go free in order to show me my worth —noosed to that effect; bringing in that heralded post for me to attend.

And so, my owner, whom I trusted as a friend , and who was supposed to bring me to myself, was actually —in truth— living for others and coming off to me as —God of indolence, goading down embarrassment upon my head ….

I say so ‘Coz he had playfully plotted and arbitrarily digressed , or so ,I guessed !

And, as a choice so forthcoming with the great nest of being (held over my head ,) simply put, felt like a conquest, so abreast!

Thusly, grappled over those ongoing sweeps of conscious threats —for whatever he did or said — it all became a tempest ! To which , Contest-ably, in avowed altruism,I shall let out to life , this foaming gulp —grrrr-ing in whelps ...

Then, I shall hail prayers🙏 🤲 🧘🏽 , more than ever more, and beg for blessings , with all my gratitude pinned to “that —almighty’s grace ,” in all respects!

For Now , This is my world —a residue of life , in a world contrived and created by the rest, for the rest … much to suit the two wolves and a lamb voting against the other two innocent puppies, held over footed-arrests.

Meanwhile , a storm of roaring winds , long gone, returns to threaten innocent birdies sitting in their nests up there. It’s a place they call home —and that —which may soon get rounded in a dust , and vanish as in buried death .

🚀 Detonated so , — the maker of this situational context , must now turn around, with his tail tucked , in between his legs,to walk away gently, on all his four peds! And, if History were to be a narrative gift —hereinafter, only known for what that almighty does ,not nearly enough for all of the purpose, he must —at least —cast a new naked hope fully dressed 🫡

My owner’s Name: Mr. Elegant Quickness, disguised 🥸 , Perhaps!

My name: Ronny Screwalla !

P.S: A short story for the crucibles holding credibility contests !

Dear Reader —now, please don’t start humming : “Where did this come from, where did it go …if it hadn’t been for the sweet —cotton eyed joe !😃🤣😊 “

THE END

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©🙈🙉🙊October 2nd, 2023, Madhu Goteti