Hunter

It looked at him, head askew, eyes full of hunter's cunning, teeth bared in a deep, snarling welcome. Ug-Tah crouched before the immense Saber Tooth tiger, hands gripping his primitive spear with a survivor's intensity. He was his clan's best hunter and with the encroaching winter this was likely to be his last big kill of the season.

But today was different from other hunts; Ug-Tah was tired of hunting, preferring to spend afternoons sitting outside his cave, surveying the valley below, watching his children at play, mixing the colours with which he tried to capture the beauty around him in rough, urgent strokes.

His eyes filmed over dreamily as he contemplated these things, before his last moments were filled with wonder at the magnificent beauty of this creature that leapt towards him, carrying eternity in its fangs.

Forest

He stood outside the wooden cottage, listening to the silence interspersed with creaking trees and lone nightingales calling for mates. The pile of wood he had just chopped lay stacked high against the rough wooden wall of his timber lodge. It was going to be a tough winter, he could sense it, and was glad that their stores were full from the plentiful summer: cured meat, dried fruit, roots and even a bit of flour from their little patch of land. Every year the trees encroached on their space, and every year he hacked back the forest, using the wood to help them survive the increasingly harsh winters. He felt a gentle touch on his arm; his wife, done with her chores, joined him in contemplating the early evening sky, whispy clouds following the auburn setting sun. The forest watched the couple, waiting, patient - soon the axe would tire and the trees would return to their rightful place.

Sky Castles

She lay on the grassy, daisy smitten carpet staring at the endless sky above, not sure if the hue was blue or azure. The clouds wafted by, playing tag with each other, wondering where the wind would be taking them today, but not too fussed either way. The sun hung in self-centered, emblazoned glory, quite bored, shining hopefully on the little girl below, looking for a little appreciation. She basked in the rays, oblivious to the fragile neediness above, dreaming of castles in the sky, princes on white stallions, love.
A mother hedgehog snuffled by, lifting its nose in danger sensitive expectation, but carried on nonetheless.

Time slowed, then paused to capture the scene forever in the immortal full stop.

Tree

The little girl stood at the foot of the giant oak tree which for so many years had stood inaccessible, towering, beckoning at the bottom of the family garden.

For years she had stood like today, looking up at the manifold branches, the heavenly stairway of her dreams, but today was different - she could reach the bottom branch, and so she reached up, tentatively at first, before eagerly grabbing the branch firmly and pulling herself up.

She paused a moment, triumphantly, before she resumed her ascent, branch by branch, finally arriving at the top where she peered through the verdant curtain at her beloved world below and shouted with glee, "Look at me!"

The world however did not notice or applaud any of this, preferring to carry on with more important things like making money and wars.

She sighed and sat down, noticing for the first time the neighbours' cat cowering on the branch besides her, claws embedded firmly in the bark. She stroked the cat who looked up at her hopefully, wondering what all the fuss was about and whether this person was there to feed her.

Lost

The barren wasteland lay in front of him, blindingly white, devoid of detail, an endless emptiness.
Nearby birds sang silly songs and children played, laughing, crying, oblivious to the lost wanderer just a few moments away.
Downstairs she hummed quietly to herself, love songs from younger more passionate times.
Suddenly before him a shape gradually appeared, at first a mirage he thought, but then no, it was full of detail: tangible, refreshing, taking the form of his lost muse.

The typewriter clattered into action.

Sexy Christian Singles??

Is it just me or is this a bit twisted?

Garden of Eden

What have they found?

Cold Calling

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The thing is that the email is in my Spam folder, so perhaps these people need to attend their own seminar? :-D

Interesting Numbers???

Assume that you have a non-empty set of natural (counting) numbers that are not interesting. Due to the well-ordered property of the natural numbers, there must be some smallest number in the set of not interesting numbers. Being the smallest number of a set one might consider not interesting makes that number interesting. Since the numbers in this set were defined as not interesting, we have reached a contradiction because this smallest number cannot be both interesting and uninteresting. Therefore the set of uninteresting numbers must be empty, proving there is no such thing as an uninteresting number.

Did you find that interesting? ;-)