Daily Writing Part 91. Story of Poems Part 38 (And a Quick Yet Awesome Update)

Random words of the day: Bush. Ridge

Yes, finally I’m able to put the second chapter to an end. I know, I know. Cliffhangers are the worst and often don’t even live up to the hype they generate, but I thought this would be as decent a place as any to put a cut. It’s a bit of a sudden and open ending, but you can bet if I try to move the ending to another week this chapter will go on forever. I have some ideas on what these shapes might be, but as always the final say is with the RWG. Also, that last line? Yeah, I’m so punny! ^_^

Also a quick update. I received an amazing surprise yesterday! My first ever… No, I won’t spoil it yet! What’s important to note right now, though, is that I haven’t forgotten about it and I’m certainly not ignoring it. I am working hard on it, but it’s taking a bit longer than I had expected. No worries (you know who you are ^_~), though. It should be done tomorrow! *knock on wood, throw salt over shoulder, perform other bad luck repelling actions I can’t think of right now*

The Artist’s Tale. Chapter 2
We’re almost there,” the seagull cawed
And scanned the ground below
But did not note the gang of cultists
Hidden by the snow

It landed in an eerie field
Where few souls dared to tread
Before chapel dark as coal
With massive doors of lead

A dozen cultists then jumped out
They cried a frightening yell
And swiftly climbed the chapel’s tower
To ring its ancient bell

Into the chapel! Quickly now!”
A sharp voice hissed and cried

But do turn off your mobile phone!
And leave your shoes outside!”

The chapel doors by moonlight lit
Flung open fast and wide
With great surprise the artist saw
Their parents stood inside

The seagull flew up on the roof
Let out some frightful caws
The cultists then enclosed it fast
With pokers in their claws

The great bird flapped its giant wings
And with a windy blast
Into a nearby olive tree
Its frothing foes were cast

Like an airplane down the runway
The artist picked up speed
But found where people had just stood
Were toys now, made of tweed

Two toys just past the leaden door
Stood out from all the rest
Like giant eagles they were shaped
Perched on a massive nest

The doors then shut down with a bang
The voice then hissed again

Sit down! The video begins!
But please, have some champagne!”

A drink is what you’ll surely need
Once you have watched this all!
For it will show that through your fault
Did tragedy befall!”

Out of a nearby zebra toy
Then sounded warning cries
“The Corporation seeks your doom!”
“Don’t listen to its lies!”

A tall, lean glass filled with champagne
It struck the small striped horse
“Be silent!” did the voice then ring
And finally showed its source

Its thin form cloaked in tattered robes
Its face an onyx mask
“Do not defy your prince!” it sneered
“And just perform your task!”

A piece of your own medicine”
“You’ll get!” the zebra spoke
The voice then raised a holly branch
And turned the horse to smoke

As papers in a binder bound
All other toys stood still
But not the eagles at the door
Who spurned the creature’s will

No more of this!” they both called out
“’tis time you were denounced!”
“Your time has come, oh, general!”
The giant birds announced

A bear with a conductor’s hat
A monkey in a gown
Along with all the toys they rose
To bring the creature down

Shooting back into the dark
The cornered voice retreated
But on the tissue it had dropped
Stood: “I”ll not be defeated!”

Around the artist all then flocked
“Fear not! We’ll have your back!”

And help you end this mess real soon”
That fiend will pay the cheque!”

With newfound vigour and resolve
Some eager sows and boars
Took fireworks once used for pranks
And blasted through the doors

Hot as a sunburn was the blast
None could escape its light
And had the artist packed no shades
Then gone had been their sight

Once the light had cleared the artist rose
And vowed now to the toys
That from their menu they’d remove
That horrid cancerous voice

Upon a ridge next to the field
They found the gull, victorious
Then from a bush five shapes did spring
Not big, but quite notorious…

End of Part 2


For the first chapter of The Artist’s Tale click here.


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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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...

Where? A land under the sea, far, far away. Occasionally with my head in the clouds.

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