Math Is Beautiful!
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maxwelldpoetry, writing prompt #65: write a ten-word-story (via wnq-astrology)
Okay - math - right?
If your mom was 20 when she bore you, you are 20 years younger than your mom. Right when you were born, she was like infinity times older than you. But then when you are 10, she is now 30. And she is only 3 times older than you. Then 10 years later you are 20, and she is 40, she is only 2 times older than you. Which means while you are always 20 years apart, you are actually decreasing the age gap.
When you are 30 she is 50 = 5/3rds
When you are 40 she is 60 = 1.5
When you are 50 she is 70 = 7/5ths
When you are 100 she is 120= 1.2
When you return to dust and fossils at 1000 she is 1020 = 1.02
Which means you’ll always be 20 years apart, but the percentage of difference is a horizontal asymptote at 1. Epiphany.
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When you love someone, you share their energy. You are connected.
Not the unlikely, never going to happen, children from a family who hate each, never seen them before in my life kind. We are here for the unadulterated kind of love that happens between a cat and a pringle’s can. The cat named Scrunchy, always longed for something that would love, protect, and surround him with warmth. One of three Pringle’s cans stands topless on the room’s center piece, early in party, feeling empty. The cat notices the can. The can almost seems to wink back as the cats tail perks up. The cat, curious, gracefully hops onto the table. Walking around the can to feel it’s cardboard exterior brush gently against Scrunchy’s fur, he looks inside, & sees the shimmering foil interior. The cat purrs at the thought of how wonderful that might feel. Brushing past the exterior of the can, almost knocking it onto it’s side, the Can spirals around it’s base with the slowly increasing frequency of wombling revolutions before coming to a testy final stop. Scrunchy looks back, needing to know, jumps headfirst into the can. Warmth! The scent of sour cream and onion rez! Everything Scrunchy has ever wanted. Leaving only his furry white&brown tail sticking out the end.