Random words of the day: Fleet. Sign
It’s been quiet the past couple of days. Sometimes I manage to get something done at the last moment, sometimes the writing just won’t take off. And while I’d prefer the former to the latter, you can’t, as a great philosopher once said, always have what you want. I’ll do my best to write at least six days per week, but I’ve accepted that gaps are just going to happen from time to time, for inspiration to gather, for the mind to rest or for some other reason I’m able to write and/or post. And after that I’ll just go on like old times!
Of course, for The Artist’s Tale I’d really need an emergency to take place for it not to take place and so here we have the next installment! The characters of the two separate story arcs finally cross paths and who knows what this is going to bring about! Whatever happens, though, it now appears that Custard, our former sentry/latest addition to the scorpion band, is having more and more in common with a big diesel truck for some reason. Yes, that’s the kind of thing that happens in this story! Ah, chaos can truly be a thing beauty at times like this! ^_^
The Artist’s Tale. Chapter 4
Meanwhile near the chapel’s entrance
Lied the pieces of its gate
A charred trail shaped just like a runway
Ran for many meters straight
At the trail’s end rose a tall spiked ridge
Where the giant gull was seated
Below, among the capsicums
Lied its enemies, defeated
Like the needle of a compass
The bird’s head then turned North
Where, near a cabin, from a bush
Five creatures scuttled forth
There appeared without a sign
Four scorpions, fleet of foot
And a fifth on massive wheels
Emitting dark black soot
For the first chapter of The Artist’s Tale click here.
For the second chapter of The Artist’s Tale click here.
For the third chapter of The Artist’s Tale click here.