“Aaaand N.T. with the win!”
The crowd went wild—-or, rather, Reid, Carli, and Talia went wild, cheering and dancing around, as N.T.’s sled crossed over the line drawn in the snow by Reid’s boot. Margaret trailed N.T. by a few seconds, sliding slowly on her toboggan and laughing at her own loss.
Normally, Ned Theodore Ed would not voyage into the thick of a blizzard in the middle of the night. Normally, N.T. would not leave the warmth and comfort of a fortified house with quilted blankets, candles, and a room full of books, for the sake of throwing himself out into the cold, harsh, sideways snowfall that raged outside, extending into the darkest hours of the night’s reign. However, N.T. did not find himself in a very “normal” scenario that evening, and so contrary to any of his instincts or preferences, N.T. was suited up in a snow coat with a flashlight in one hand, a sled in the other, standing in the garage doorway of Margaret’s house preparing to face the elements.
Have you ever had a dream in which you’re running to get somewhere, but no matter how much you try, you never seem to get there? It’s like you’re running so slow, even though you’re trying so hard, and sometimes it feels like you’re not even moving. Well if you do, then you know how N.T. felt, because N.T. Ed was currently running up a winding, mountain road, struggling to get to the dream version of his house; however, to him, it felt like he was making no progress at all.
When N.T. regained consciousness, he was lying underwater, on an uncomfortable bed of pennies. Quickly he jumped up to his feet, splashing out of the water with only a fraction of grace, and looked around him rapidly to discover he was standing in a wishing well in the center of a town. Water dripped off of him as he took a moment to look around and jog his memory.
The muffled sound of churning water rushed Ned Theodore Ed’s ears, and he closed his eyes with the intensity of the sensation. Suddenly his skeleton body was tumultuously flung about, and he gulped but received no air, only water. He struggled with the underwater current, but his bones were propelled in random directions he wasn’t strong enough to resist, and within moments, he was hugging sand and the water rushed away from him as the tide retreated from the beach.Continue reading “N.T. Ed and the Encyclopedia of Dreams Part II”
Have you ever had a dream that seemed so real, you felt surprised to wake up? A dream that delighted you to laughter, or scared you to screaming, or saddened you to sobbing? A dream that maybe inspired you so much, that if affected the rest of your life? As you think about your dreams, let’s quietly pan into the living room of our friend for the hour, Ned Theodore Ed, who was conked out on his living room couch in front of his little television and burning fireplace, dreaming up a storm himself. N.T., as we call him, was a special person—-well, special skeleton, more accurately. A skeleton who didn’t have any voice box, but had a giant heart, even if it was a metaphorical heart.
It was a Thursday morning early in January when I returned to my room from eating breakfast downstairs and clicked on my dresser lamp–it was a very gray day–and caught a set of bones out of the corner of my eye.
Once upon a wintertime many years ago in Spinesville, when my dearest skeleton friend Ned Theodore Ed was just a young set of bones in fifth grade, Spinesville Elementary School had just returned from Thanksgiving break. All the kids in N.T.’s class were pretty bummed to go back to school, except N.T. had spent the entire Thanksgiving break reading in his room, and so he was very excited to be back at school so he could talk about his book with his favorite teacher, Ms. DeMarcio. Continue reading “N.T. Ed Finds his Voice”
There’s nothing quite like a Halloween tale about a scary skeleton, but would you believe me if I told you I knew a skeleton who wasn’t scary and who didn’t like Halloween? It’s not that he disliked Halloween, but he didn’t really like it, either. But regardless of whether someone likes something or not, it still sometimes happens, and so it turns out I do have a Halloween tale about a skeleton, after all, just a not-so-scary skeleton. Is that okay with you?