Humans had desired to achieve flight for decades before Muriel squeezed into her off-green leotard. She had been training for months, listening to Rocky montages, combing what was left of her hair, massaging her swollen feet, and it was all in preparation for this. The day that she would spread her wings and fly..
Attention is a hard thing to come by in this day and age. With smart phones here and netflix there it is a wonder that anyone gets anything done. Slowly decending into an ever-growing spiral of attention-seeking devices, humanity is at a crossroads. Do we look here or there? or there or here? For once the thought of having eyes on the back of your head may be a viable option, as then you could look at your phone and watch netflix simultaneously.
They call him Zuber. They call him Zubey. They call him Zubes. But he does not answer, as this is not actually his name. He has been infiltrating areas of knowledge for most of his life, seeking something. Perhaps seeking to find himself. Perhaps simply playing hide and seek. However he is indeed seeking. And he will not be truly satisfied until he can call what he has sought his own.
Painting has been an embraced hobby of humans since they discovered that they could draw phallic images on their distracted friends backs with mud thousands of years ago. After this rise in phallus art, humanity rose to greatness through the renaissance in which art was their passion. Now, after this accession, humans have taken it upon themselves to go back to their roots and once again paint phallic symbols on anything and everything.
Wandering the streets of Southbank, this old man dons his squeaky balloon hat. His face is covered in poorly-applied paint and his tie is poorly-tied. The unmistakable look of conceit may lead some to believe that he in not happy. However to him, it is not about his happiness. To him it is all about getting rid of his excess balloons.
Long has man looked in complete awe at the humble pug. In awe of their bulgey eyes, and their fat-rolled neck. In awe of their stubby legs, and their pig tails. If only man was aware of the humble pug's secret passion. Weightlessly floating through the great expanse that is the universe. Seeking out lone sausages, ejected from their buns a millennium ago. If man were to bare witness to this pug-pastime they would be truly be in awe.