And here we begin...

Like a snail, I feel pretty slow. In reality I actually work pretty fast. I get scattered brain that I feel like I'm running leaving a trail of scribbles behind me. "Okay what is she going on about?" I don't know. I'm just loving this snail pun the AI made and I love snails. Once upon a time, in a speck of land called Peekskill, New York, bright eyed bushy tailed Jenn was on her way to work behind a desk at her local community college branch, when she stumbled across a cool looking rock.

Whoa.

Looking closer, she noticed it's f**king moving.

"Oh s**t it's a snail," she says. And she picks it up, and brings it to work with her. All her co-workers greet the little snail. Jenn makes a home for it in a small Tupperware, placing it aside her desk. Slow like the day, she watched the snail move around the dome, leaving a slimy trail behind it. Gently picking up the little snail, she places it on the palm of her hand.

The creature ducked his head at first actually a little fast, anxious about the big hazel eyeball looking dead at it. But slowly pokes his head out, an eye with a fine point poking out of the mush, staring right back at it. It slowly retreats to see another weird creature, with pink hair and a fluffy poncho.

Jenn kept little snail through the day and took it home, mother squealing in both joy and disgust. But she got used to him. And her chihuahua Luna definitely cocked her head at the slimy moving rock before her wet snout.

His name is B.B.

Little that B.B knew he had a whole life ahead of him with Jenn. Crunchy lettuce leaves, juicy grapes, nommy bananas, and believe it or not, his own playground; a piece of a Dora Doll House Jenn kept since her seventh birthday. B.B free roamed around the obstacles climbing the tree that a little swing hung to. The surface rumbled from the bass of the music beneath him as he traveled Jenn's desk. He even got little baths from a gentle water spew from the bathroom sink. He loved them so much he practically stopped being a snail and dunked his head for more!

"This dude is actually fast," Jenn mummers.

And an active snail. B.B loved to explore. He loved to explore so much Jenn dedicated a little green Easter egg as his traveling case (and it already had holes). Practically he was being shown the world in his own magic carpet by a gentle giant. Jenn's friends won't probably agree, as she's really 5"3 and earned her nickname Bean.

Bean loved B.B the snail, and really took care of him everyday. Sometimes he chilled on bare shoulder watching Kill Bill, slowly making his way to the quartz stone necklace, curling around it to take a nap, becoming a little good luck charm, comfy and warm from Jenn's body heat and kind energy.

Unfortunately, as wonderful B.B's life is, he didn't make it too long.

One day after a great fall from climbing a stick inside his carrying case, he was just a still shell. Jenn stared at spiral rock, waiting for B.B to poke his little head out.

"B.B you're okay come out," she stutters.

No shake.

Gently picking it up, Jess examined his body: stomach hard as a rock poking out of the shell. Face buried in the shell.

Anxiety crept its claws up Jenn's chest. Mom tried to calm her. So they gave B.B time. Time after time later, he still was in the same frozen state. And he started to smell of anomia after two days, the indicator of the end of a snail's life.

B.B is now buried in his Easter egg in front of a bunny garden statue in the backyard of Jenn's family home.

But forever he lives in Jenn's mind.

____ The end, I suppose. But that's the lore behind my blog; I had a dope snail friend. I took care of more snails afterward when I found them, which were rare. I felt lucky when I came across them.

Though no one other snail was like B.B.

B.B was truly a character. And I made him into one years ago, making him little cameos in my work like Stan Lee, and a snail emote when I Twitch streamed when the 'rona strike. Everyone loved the snail.

Now he ACCENDS!!!! As the inspiration behind my first blog.

We all have a story. I love me some good story. From Marvel movies to The Boys, to reading spicy Sarah J Maas books, and playing Tomb Raider, I ate that s**t up, and I always had something to share with my friends and geek out.

Wherever that may be, social media or in person, but this time, this is my sanctum!

I'm also an artist, and like a snail, slowly but surely I get my work out there. I wish I was a little faster, but it's my nature to take these breaks, and I get the occasional art blocks.

However, I find my head always in the clouds, fantasizing, or stuck in a good book or story. And these thoughts always find their way on a Google Doc or s***ty note app.

So.

Welcome to Snail Tale :) A place I can be myself, share my thoughts, and my own work. I invite you to my creative mind. Let's see if we vibe!

And enjoy the B.B shrine; also proof that I'm not B.S-ing you all now.

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