Random words of the day: Cupboard. Flare
So apparently, the sentry’s a parrot now? Not a hamster or a dog then? I mean, he squawks, so… We might not ever know the truth about what this mysterious sentry really is… Could be Vernon Dursley, considering the punishment he’s threatening with… I suppose this is where you can place your bets on what animal he might be next week. My vote’s on either platypus or quetzal, because those seem like the kind of words the Random Word Generator likes to throw at me.
I’m not overly happy with how the last line flows, but cupboard was a tough one to fit in. It’s going to happen some times. The story is progressing quite to my liking, though. Who knows, I might even incorporate some of the ideas I had planned for it!
The Artist’s Tale. Chapter 3
In the woods the chase was on
The sentry ran like hell
He held his blade, made of a tusk
And tracked a sharp, rank smell
But the scorpions seemed vanished now
So far they were ahead
They’d stopped to make a hearty meal
A berry-lentil bread
They stored the food within a bin
Stacked laundry to the air
That tower made of stinking clothes
Would lead the sentry there
Their plan unfolded swimmingly
One step was left to take
Before they would be shooting off
To fix a grand mistake
As the sentry came his nostrils flared
And angrily he squawked
“I demand my berries now returned
Or in a cupboard you’ll be locked!”
For the first chapter of The Artist’s Tale click here.
For the second chapter of The Artist’s Tale click here.