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Lolita VS Broadway

“Lolita VS Broadway”… A Tragic Whale Story

All her life, Lolita’s mother made sure she felt special.

She encouraged Lolita to dream big and pushed her to go far.

Lolita could do no wrong.

Which is how Lolita came to believe that her life was limitless. “Mom, I’m not going to college,” she said one day. “I’m going to be a ballet star!”
What could a mother say?“Of course you are, Lolita! You can do anything!”

When Lolita decided to reach beyond her physical limits, her mother was at a loss for words. “And I’m going to dance on Broadway!”

“Lolita, honey,” her mom tried to reason with her. “Whales, we need to stay in the water. To survive.”
Lolita couldn’t be swayed. “I want to dance. On Broadway. I will dance. On Broadway. And Broadway will just have to accommodate me.”

But no Broadway director would take her. Their shows called for nimble, two-legged dancers, not big, clumsy, water dependent whales. She decided to crash a show. “I’ll blow them away! They’ll beg me to dance for them after this!”

Lolita sprang up on stage during a production of Cats. She started strong but soon her dehydrating body began to stiffen.

Lolita had achieved her dream of dancing on Broadway. She would never dance again.

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This week on The Tragic Whale…

I’ve got a lot of good stuff for you guys this week. Today I updated the “About” page, making it generally better.  There’s a bit more history now and an updated picture of me (since I got contacts and don’t really wear my glasses anymore!) Anything I missed but you want to know? Get at me.

I also added a “Gift Shop” page with a link to my etsy shop where I’ll be selling Tragic Whale related goods. Check them out! Here’s a picture to help you find the updated/new pages:

I also cleaned up the Categories section a bit aka I gave “Fashion Advice” its own link.

And the line up for the week is (DUN DUN DUN):

Monday: a new fashion Advice from Mom

Tuesday: a new Tragic Whale story

Wednesday: Wednesday Whale Love, the second addition

Thursday: a short about a grill

Friday: book review of Cloud Atlas

That’s right, folks! I’m aiming for a POST EVERY DAY! Can she do it? Check back and find out :)

mini tragic whale clutch

Just when I think I can’t come up with any more dead whale ideas, I come up with the mini Tragic Whale clutch:

Coming soon to the (also coming soon) Tragic Whale gift shop!

Vacation, day four :)

A couple of things:

1. Sorry for the poor hand writing that’s featured in this post/story. It’s mine, it’s shameful, and now we can work past it. (Hope you can read it, hahaha.)

2. I finished that t-shirt blanket and FORGOT to take pictures of it! What an idiot, right!? And then I delivered it, still forgetting pictures.

3. I had something else to say but I can’t remember what it is now.

I decided I was going to sew a book but forgot that fabric is floppy. I’ll have to try another one with some heavy interfacing or cardboard in the cover, but I said, “Hey, I’m not going to waste this little book. I’m going to kill a whale in it.” So here we go:

Sorry for the shotty craftsmanship. Hahahaha, I’m not really sorry! I’m just ditzing around over here and sharing it with you. You’re welcome.

I resisted soda today at the Chinese food place at the mall. They had it in cans and everything. I drooled looking at it, then got a bottle of water. And here’s today’s dress!

No pockets, but it’s a good twirling dress (as you can probably tell)!

Bernice and the Big “C”

Bernice and the Big “C”… A Tragic Whale Story

Bernice had been working at the DMV for almost a year and the customers were
beginning to wear on her.

She decided to step out back with a couple of her co-workers while on break.

Within weeks, Bernice was out of work and in the hospital. It was hard for the doctors to determine the cause of her symptoms.

Finally, they discovered the problem. Bernice was suffering from cancer.

Bernice didn’t know what to do. Not wanting a slow death surrounded by white coats, she ravaged her hospital room and swallowed every pill she could find.

Unfortunately, the doctor was only moments away from telling her that he had mixed up her X-ray with another patient’s.

a Short and a Preview

I know it’s been a while, so I have three things for you! First: another Mom-themed short.


Second: the cover of a notebook I doodled all over during lunch.

And third: a preview to the contents of that notebook, also known as the rough draft of the newest Tragic Whale Story.

“Bernice and the Big C” coming soon to The Tragic Whale

The Loneliest Whale

This story was inspired by a REAL LIFE tragic whale story. The poor thing sings too high and doesn’t have any whale friends. To read the full article, click here!

The Loneliest Whale… A Tragic Whale Story

 

Ernest swam the seas all day, singing his whale song. He imagined he sounded like a tuba.

 

For some reason, though, none of the girl whales would give Ernest the time of day.

 

Ernest’s song became a song of sorrow. He spent his days in the ocean alone.

 

One day, Ernest met a friendly submarine. The sub slapped a tracking device on him and took off.

 

Ernest was confused, but because he didn’t know what the tracking device was and it didn’t hurt him, he went on his way.

 

Sometime later, the submarine returned and introduced itself as Ronald. He explained that Ernest was singing at a much higher frequency than all of the other whales.

 

“What if we record your song and play it back at a much lower frequency?” Ronald suggested. Ernest jumped at the idea and the two set off together.

 

For the first time in Ernest’s life, he was proud to hear his song. He even attracted the attention of a girl whale!

 

But she fell in love with Ronald and they swam off together, leaving Ernest alone again.

 

Ernest died of a lonely, broken heart.

Margo the Cargo Whale

Margo the Cargo Whale… A Tragic Whale Story

It was a cheery day at sea when Margo the Whale realized her life was purposeless.

She’d have to come up with something to justify her life. Otherwise, she was afraid, she might wither away.

She tried becoming a bird catcher, but she felt too guilty imprisoning her friends.

The next obvious choice was a hair dresser, but whales have no hair to style and no hands to style with.

Things were getting rough. “Oh!” thought Margo. “I can sell cell phones! Maybe this is my true calling!”

Margo took a break from her search. What could she do with her life that was both satisfying and helpful to others? She frowned, deep in thought.

Then it came to her!
Margo would become… a Cargo Whale!

Trailing behind small ocean liners, Margo the cargo Whale could fill her life with meaning and purpose.

But the cargo began to block her breathe hole. And it became quite heavy.

Margo’s cargo crushed and suffocated her.

 

t was a cheery day at sea when Margo the Whale realized her life was purposeless.

Louis’s New Friend

Louis’s New Friend… A Tragic Whale Story

Louis traveled aimlessly on his own for several years before finally stumbling upon a new companion.

 

Judy the Fish had recently lost her entire family to a fishing boat. Louis listened to her story with a sullen look on his face.

Louis informed Judy that all would be fine now; he would keep her as safe as he could. She was so pleased she temporarily changed from purple to red.

She changed back. Louis took a deep breath and dove. Judy followed.

They dove to the deepest part of the sea and warmed their bodies by some heat vents. Judy was glad for the company; Louis was sure he could fall in love.

But Louis, unlike Judy, did not pull oxygen from the water. They were too far down for him to make it to the surface again for air. He smiled his last smile and suffocated.

Judy couldn’t help but feel as though she was doomed to a lonely life of lonesomeness. She gazed down at her dead new friend and debated her next move.

Just then, an Angler fish came out of no-where and charged at Judy!

He speared and ate her. Neither Louis nor Judy were lonely after that.

Emily’s Dream Comes True

Emily’s Dream Comes True… A Tragic Whale Story

As Henry eyed with glee his prospective whale casualties, Dwight had already captured a small, but promising, prize. It bled profusely.

 

Seeing their imminent danger, Emily and Louis dove deep below the sea.

 

The harpoon grazed the water, and Emily and Louis yelped out loud. Much to Henry’s dismay, the harpoon fell short several feet.

 

While Henry wept, Emily and Louis mourned the death of their friend, but celebrated their own survival with apple-tinis and disco music.

 

Henry sailed his boat away, still feeling down. Emily looked on sadly, realizing she loved this cruel, fishing man.

 

Emily moped for days, completely overlooking the plentiful school of rainbow fish that she and Louis used to enjoy munching on so much. Louis was at a loss for how to cheer her up.

 

Nearly a fortnight passed before the sun was high in the sky again and Emily and Henry were reunited. Both were at a loss for words to express the overwhelming joy that completely overpowered them.

 

Sadly, it was a different joy for each. Henry harpooned Emily and dragged her bleeding carcass home.


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