The colors ran riot in front of her eyes. It was a sight to never behold, presenting itself to the enlightened or the insane.

a weird thought about names that end with 'do'. Fernando, Orlando, Shokudo... Do a deer, a female deer. (Yes, it is what it means)

So it would be a battle of the wits then. Better that than a battle of custard.

The inn was empty save for a drunk slumped over a dank table. It would have to do for the night. Tomorrow would be brighter.

Rolling languidly through the covers, she sighed. 'Why can't everyday be this gratifying,' she mused.

She stared blankly at the fork in the road. 'This isn't supposed to be here,' she muttered. 'Who puts a choice in a straight road?'

"'Splendid. Another rabbit hole. What is it with these inane quests and their rabbit holes?' She sighed as she gingerly dipped a toe in.

"Her toes squirmed into the loamy soil. 'Bliss,' she thought as the wind caressed her in the dappled light of the forest."

"She watched forlornly as the ship left the harbour. 'The life we choose to lead is seldom the life we want to lead,' she thought bitterly."

thinking about starting the written equivalent on doodling online.