Random words of the day: Saviour. Cult
Yes, eat the food offered by a bunch of shady scorpions you’ve never met and who ran off after stealing from you. What could possibly go wrong?
Thank you, Random Word Generator, for again offering me words I can do something with! We’re on a roll this chapter! Please keep it up just a little bit longer so I can properly incorporate my ideas. Thanks again! You and I, we make a great team! ^_^
Why, yes, I’m talking to a website. What of 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!”
“Take this, eat up,” a scorpion spoke
And handed him the bin
“Then we can go and stop the Cult”
“Be saviours of our kin”
For the first chapter of The Artist’s Tale click here.
For the second chapter of The Artist’s Tale click here.