Daily Writing Part 23.2. Story of Poems 9 (Catching up for 26-12-2014)

Random words of the day: Mulberry. Race

Ah, mulberry… It’s certainly one of those words, up there with the ones I’ve found myself baffled as what to do with them. Not quite on the level of X-ray, credit card or even sunglasses, though and I managed to make something out of those. I’d say this calls for a return to a certain little project put on halt over half a year ago. Let’s see what the artist, the seagull, the scorpions and the sentry are up to, shall we, and see if we’ll ever discover what that horrible sound is that draws them all towards it! As always the preceding parts are also included, making for an easier read of the entire story of poems.

The Artist’s Tale
Once upon a pitch-black night
A peaceful sleep was broken
To a grim bloodcurdling sound
The artist was awoken

Wide open then the windows flung
A seagull soared inside
Its eyes like X-rays piercing deep
Its wings three meters wide

Upon the surface of the desk
It sat and turned its head
Then from its beak a credit card
It hurled upon the bed

Come on! Get up!” the seagull called
“Go pack your toothbrush! Fast!
And don’t forget your sunglasses!
Or you will never last!”

And while the wakened artist rose
Still baffled and befuddled
Together in the city pub
A band of scorpions huddled

Just resting after travels long
From lands beyond the Fog
They killed some time by playing dice
And drink some jugs of grog

As they prepared to place their bets
And buy some honeyed mead
The horrid sound now reached them too
‘T was time now to proceed

Dragging bags with laundry filled
They rushed into the night
For as their sacred book foretold
They’d vowed to set things right

And lost within some music, soft
A sentry just on break
Looked up into the sky, amazed
And wondered when he’d wake

While he leaned back against the wall
The scorpions raced past
They grabbed all of his mulberries
Then vanished, lightning fast


Ever since a group of shoes held a birthday party a long, long time ago (though in a galaxy not that far away) a little boy’s appreciation for creation was born. And so, throughout the following years shoes partied, a dinosaur travelled through time, oddly shaped football players went on adventures, a young wanderer became a knight, a comedian rose to godhood, Jedi fought an evil empire, a war between cyborg warlords and human-insect hybrids engulfed the world… The boy had learned how with only words on paper (and from times to time a few pictures) he was able to bring people, places, even entire worlds to life. By now that little boy has reached almost the third decade of his life and his love for telling stories has not ceased. And finally, long after he had planned to, he has decided to share these stories with the world. Whether you are a new or already familiar face: welcome to this little archive of mine! This is a place where I will, finally, actually be sharing my writing with others. It will feature pretty much anything I feel like sharing, both old and new stories, fan-fiction and original content, and probably some non-fiction added in at times. So, if you like reading, writing, stories (or me ^_~), drop by, drop a comment (I can’t promise I’ll get back to you quickly, since I’m horrible at that, but I’ll do my best) and, drop it like it’s hot. … Sorry… ^_^; In any case, I hope you’ll enjoy yourself and I look forward to seeing you around!

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One comment on “Daily Writing Part 23.2. Story of Poems 9 (Catching up for 26-12-2014)
  1. […] into what I might just make into the opening for another story poem. Of course I won’t leave The Artist’s Tale lying in the dust again. That one will have priority – I might just reserve at least one weekly […]

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Who? Just your average descendant of two sea-faring peoples, recently graduated anthropology Master and aspiring author with a life-long passion for writing.

What? Uhm, human. I think... Also a bit crazy, but in a good way. I think...

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