The Quill Scene Awakens!

Birthday Party Circuit Keeps Woman Awake

BIRTHDAY PARTY CIRCUIT KEEPS WOMAN AWAKE ALL NIGHT. the summer birthday party circuit ended with a rousing celebration of seven on a sweltering evening in Olympia. The cake was magnificent and perfect. “Last week I baked two cakes for a party”, one participant remarked, “Each one was, I thought, ruined: one not done enough, the second attempt overdone.” The report from that party was that two terrible cakes combined make for a four-layer cake which, no matter how you cut it, is divine. But back to the story. “I was up all night” the same reveler recalled. “Thank goodness for inflation or there would have been frosting in the middle too.” The thick chocolate sheen of love was in no way held back. The baker decided to slather that love on top and drizzle it down the sides. A young chef, age ten, added raspberry jam for the filling and prompted discussions of their future “Cakes of the World” tour they should take someday.

-The Editors of TQS would like to extend our thanks to the Makers of that exquisite chocolate love for stirring the blood of journalism after a summer hiatus of absolutely no news whatsoever.

AURORA BOREALIS. The icy sky at night was unfortunately covered by the minute ice crystals of a cirrus veil. TQS sent our reporter to the shore of the Salish Sea to peer as far as they could into the north, but clouds and the north being nothing but people and people, lighting up every space they can all night long, they saw no dancing sheets of green. “I was alone. I considered paddling out to get a better view.” But though it’d be a romantic thing to do, our reporter chose to stand in the water and listen to the seals. “They were disappointed. They were looking forward to seeing the sky dance.”

AUGUST BERRY REPORT. Multiple news agencies have reported ( Ed. We took a breakfast break and our copyright copywriter should have partook in the coffee. They had weak tea. We apologize.) Back to the story! THE BERRIES ARE LATE. or is it a case of retired baby boomers waking up early and picking the day’s newly ripened berries, one from the tip of each cluster? “The first berry is always the best berry”reports professional berry picker Nikki McClure of Olympia. “The drupelets, the sheen, the weight….” She runs off and slings an old yogurt tub tied to a ribbon around her neck. She glances back and runs faster trying to ditch TQS investigative reporters. She is last seen jumping into the thorns. A search of her phone records uncovered a mysterious text. “Want to come canoe (Ed.!!) to my secret blackberries tomorrow in the am high tide?” The tide is rising. We will keep you posted on this developing story.

TQS suggested soundtrack: Pocahontas by Neil Young and Thorns by Karl Blau