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It knawed down, that horrid feeling that stuck with me wherever I go. "Be productive. " it screamed. #SmolScritchSeries
January 1, 2026 at 1:00 PM
It knawed down, that horrid feeling that stuck with me wherever I go. "Be productive. " it screamed. #SmolScritchSeries
The Christmas tree lights reflected in my cats eyes as it ascertained an idea on how to scale it. Never had it felt more like Christmas. #SmolScritchSeries
December 31, 2025 at 1:00 PM
The Christmas tree lights reflected in my cats eyes as it ascertained an idea on how to scale it. Never had it felt more like Christmas. #SmolScritchSeries
I closed my eyes, held on, and felt my guts drop as we slid a cross five feet of ice. It would have been helpful if I wasn't the one in the driver's seat. #SmolScritchSeries
December 30, 2025 at 1:00 PM
I closed my eyes, held on, and felt my guts drop as we slid a cross five feet of ice. It would have been helpful if I wasn't the one in the driver's seat. #SmolScritchSeries
Maybe this year, they wouldn't mention all the previous years we weren't grateful enough, or happy enough, or involved enough. I flinched. Well, one could put it on Santa's list. #SmolScritchSeries
December 24, 2025 at 1:01 PM
Maybe this year, they wouldn't mention all the previous years we weren't grateful enough, or happy enough, or involved enough. I flinched. Well, one could put it on Santa's list. #SmolScritchSeries
Stockings embroidered with family members' names, hung in a row. The number that would remain empty far outweighed the two that would be full in the morning. #SmolScritchSeries
December 23, 2025 at 1:00 PM
Stockings embroidered with family members' names, hung in a row. The number that would remain empty far outweighed the two that would be full in the morning. #SmolScritchSeries
He wore bitter like a badge, smirking at the couple that implicitly trusted each other. #SmolScritchSeries
December 22, 2025 at 1:00 PM
He wore bitter like a badge, smirking at the couple that implicitly trusted each other. #SmolScritchSeries
A folded line pebbled white against the coloured construction paper. It was my first time trying origami. #SmolScritchSeries
December 17, 2025 at 1:02 PM
A folded line pebbled white against the coloured construction paper. It was my first time trying origami. #SmolScritchSeries
The lines on each drawing didn't match. They didn't connect. The face was a smushed puddle and the hair was one giant cord.
"Maybe I should stick to landscapes" #SmolScritchSeries
"Maybe I should stick to landscapes" #SmolScritchSeries
December 13, 2025 at 1:00 PM
The lines on each drawing didn't match. They didn't connect. The face was a smushed puddle and the hair was one giant cord.
"Maybe I should stick to landscapes" #SmolScritchSeries
"Maybe I should stick to landscapes" #SmolScritchSeries
"Cameron.. Carlyle... Colliste... Coriander... "
"What are you doing? "
"I'm looking at C baby names."
"Does our baby's name have to start with a C?"
"No, that's just what I'm looking at. "
He snuggled into her crunched back as she studied the laptop screen.
#SmolScritchSeries
"What are you doing? "
"I'm looking at C baby names."
"Does our baby's name have to start with a C?"
"No, that's just what I'm looking at. "
He snuggled into her crunched back as she studied the laptop screen.
#SmolScritchSeries
December 12, 2025 at 1:01 PM
"Cameron.. Carlyle... Colliste... Coriander... "
"What are you doing? "
"I'm looking at C baby names."
"Does our baby's name have to start with a C?"
"No, that's just what I'm looking at. "
He snuggled into her crunched back as she studied the laptop screen.
#SmolScritchSeries
"What are you doing? "
"I'm looking at C baby names."
"Does our baby's name have to start with a C?"
"No, that's just what I'm looking at. "
He snuggled into her crunched back as she studied the laptop screen.
#SmolScritchSeries
These scritched words flow lightly on a square paper, tossed into a box with a honey and peanut butter sandwhich. It's your daily reminder of how much I love you. #SmolScritchSeries
December 11, 2025 at 1:02 PM
These scritched words flow lightly on a square paper, tossed into a box with a honey and peanut butter sandwhich. It's your daily reminder of how much I love you. #SmolScritchSeries
I always scratched the lottery tickets with a quarter - as if I increased it's value by contact. #SmolScritchSeries
December 10, 2025 at 1:01 PM
I always scratched the lottery tickets with a quarter - as if I increased it's value by contact. #SmolScritchSeries
He kissed me. I kissed him back. Two days later I realized I hadn't liked it at all. #SmolScritchSeries
December 9, 2025 at 1:01 PM
He kissed me. I kissed him back. Two days later I realized I hadn't liked it at all. #SmolScritchSeries
The cold wrung my hands and bit my knuckles but I smiled in the snow. #SmolScritchSeries
December 8, 2025 at 1:00 PM
The cold wrung my hands and bit my knuckles but I smiled in the snow. #SmolScritchSeries
For my ongoing pile of smol paper scritches: Every step felt like a marathon or a great leap and there was twenty of them to the bathroom. #SmolScritchSeries
December 7, 2025 at 1:01 PM
For my ongoing pile of smol paper scritches: Every step felt like a marathon or a great leap and there was twenty of them to the bathroom. #SmolScritchSeries
A new scritch: I needed a quick shot of joy and she had a way of carrying it with her wherever she went. Whether it was quiet joy or excitement, her home and her attention was sunlight. She turned the darkest parts of everyone into art. #SmolScritchSeries
December 6, 2025 at 1:01 PM
A new scritch: I needed a quick shot of joy and she had a way of carrying it with her wherever she went. Whether it was quiet joy or excitement, her home and her attention was sunlight. She turned the darkest parts of everyone into art. #SmolScritchSeries
A smol paper scritch for today:
"Stop! Do not deign to speak to me. You're human voice is disgusting!" The dragon roared. His voice caused her ears to shriek in agony and she had sunk to the floor, covering them, by the time he finished speaking.
#SmolScritchSeries
"Stop! Do not deign to speak to me. You're human voice is disgusting!" The dragon roared. His voice caused her ears to shriek in agony and she had sunk to the floor, covering them, by the time he finished speaking.
#SmolScritchSeries
December 5, 2025 at 1:02 PM
A smol paper scritch for today:
"Stop! Do not deign to speak to me. You're human voice is disgusting!" The dragon roared. His voice caused her ears to shriek in agony and she had sunk to the floor, covering them, by the time he finished speaking.
#SmolScritchSeries
"Stop! Do not deign to speak to me. You're human voice is disgusting!" The dragon roared. His voice caused her ears to shriek in agony and she had sunk to the floor, covering them, by the time he finished speaking.
#SmolScritchSeries
I decided to create the #SmolScritchSeries to intentionally connect to writing everyday, to open myself to observing the world more, and to exist in the online world of social media. Hope you can join these random paper scritches.
December 4, 2025 at 1:04 PM
I decided to create the #SmolScritchSeries to intentionally connect to writing everyday, to open myself to observing the world more, and to exist in the online world of social media. Hope you can join these random paper scritches.
Another smol paper scritch:
The two women danced side by side, their swords whistling through the air towards the rising sun.
After a deep moment of still silence the older woman lifted her hand to the other's shoulders.
"Another day"
"Yes. We'll get through this too."
#SmolScritchSeries
The two women danced side by side, their swords whistling through the air towards the rising sun.
After a deep moment of still silence the older woman lifted her hand to the other's shoulders.
"Another day"
"Yes. We'll get through this too."
#SmolScritchSeries
December 3, 2025 at 1:02 PM
Another smol paper scritch:
The two women danced side by side, their swords whistling through the air towards the rising sun.
After a deep moment of still silence the older woman lifted her hand to the other's shoulders.
"Another day"
"Yes. We'll get through this too."
#SmolScritchSeries
The two women danced side by side, their swords whistling through the air towards the rising sun.
After a deep moment of still silence the older woman lifted her hand to the other's shoulders.
"Another day"
"Yes. We'll get through this too."
#SmolScritchSeries
Smol paper scritch: A door frame, lit in golden hues, crumbling and waiting for you. A pot here, a hanging plant there, a curtain in the window. You can see a home, maybe. But it waits. It waits for you. And you wait for her. #SmolScritchSeries
December 2, 2025 at 1:01 PM
Smol paper scritch: A door frame, lit in golden hues, crumbling and waiting for you. A pot here, a hanging plant there, a curtain in the window. You can see a home, maybe. But it waits. It waits for you. And you wait for her. #SmolScritchSeries
Starting my pile of smol paper scritches:
The relief at arriving at my well worn door was paired with the gentle breeze and shade of a job well completed. #SmolScritchSeries
The relief at arriving at my well worn door was paired with the gentle breeze and shade of a job well completed. #SmolScritchSeries
December 1, 2025 at 1:03 PM
Starting my pile of smol paper scritches:
The relief at arriving at my well worn door was paired with the gentle breeze and shade of a job well completed. #SmolScritchSeries
The relief at arriving at my well worn door was paired with the gentle breeze and shade of a job well completed. #SmolScritchSeries