Random words of the day: Planet. Aluminium // Crab. Asylum // Press. Drinking
We’ve made it! Part 100 of The Artist’s Tale is a fact! When I started it, a long, long time ago, I did not know how long it would last. With some of the big writing gaps crashing right into my schedule, it seemed it might not have lasted at all! Thankfully, though, it did and it doesn’t seem to have any intention of going away anytime soon! I look back on what I’ve written so far with fondness, but I’m far from done!
Unfortunately, I haven’t been able to finish the current chapter in this part. I’ve certainly tried hard to do so, even got two additional random words for an extra stanza in order for that goal, but to no avail. While I could have kept adding words and stanzas, I think that would’ve probably gone on forever and I didn’t want to force things, even if it would’ve been nice to end the chapter here. Still, I have three whole stanzas for you, to celebrate the 100th part of this story of poems that, although frustrating to create at times, is still very dear to me! Please enjoy! ^_^
The Artist’s Tale. Chapter 5
Beneath the early sun
A baby mouse ran through the glade
And just behind it followed suit
A brilliant parade
Accompanied by radios
All playing vibrant songs
The creatures in that great parade
They marched to right some wrongs
The endless crowd moved lightning fast
Like a shooting star it went
For they knew they’d be refugees
If it came to the Event
One of the creatures stopped and turned
The tiniest red mite
“Looks like we’re almost there!” it called
“The iceberg is in sight!”
Around the berg’s sharp peak
Stormed fierce gusts of powdered snow
While on its top sat Referee
The court’s most senior crow
It strapped a saddle to its back
And rose up to the sky
Adjusting its square glasses
It let out a booming cry
“I’m glad you’ve come, my Flywheel friend!”
It called out to the gull
“My days on that cold pyramid”
“Were getting awfully dull”
“It seems the blackboard chart was right”
“You’ve come here just in time”
“Please follow me towards the court”
“We may just stop old Mime”
They flew towards their destination
Through the snow and hail
To find a man before its gate
Armed with a board and nail
His body was that of a man
His head that of a sparrow
His bulky chest broad like a safe
His waist extremely narrow
“Stop, all of you!” the bird man spoke
“The entrance here ain’t free!”
“Your great stampede won’t cross the cord”
“Until you’ve paid the fee!”
The artist jumped right off the gull
And swiped their credit card
Then a t-shirt wearing puppy
Promptly had the gate unbarred
Strange sounds and lights filled up the court
Like a space station it looked
And all across its metal walls
Countless ransom notes were hooked
As one, the crowd stormed right inside
With one flea just ahead
Which fiercely waved its walking stick
Forged from the finest lead
Both newbies and old veterans
Soon filled the court’s great halls
They paused for peanut butter pie
Then dashed right through the walls
Their charge abruptly ended
As they reached the central room
And witnessed, painted on each bench
A picture fraught with doom!
It showed all of the galaxy
Breaking into shards
While innocent and guilty both
Kept playing with their cards
They did not look up even once
Even as the ground decayed
Just a ridge remained beneath their feet
All else had turned to shade
And then there was the final scene
Which showed a grand arrival
Of a tourist in a floral shirt
With a big box marked ‘Revival’
The crowd’s thoughts then were turned away
From the intriguing sight
As small soldiers with big bushy beards
Stormed in with a blinding light
They turned right to the scorpions
And drew their forks with rage
“The Order of the Lentil, here?!”
“It’s time you got off-stage!”
The intent was unambiguous
But the scorpions were prepared
“No chance! We’ll take our warehouse back!”
They decisively declared
The planet then shook fiercely
As an aluminium hat
Was hurled right from the artist’s hand
And came down with a splat
A giant crab came crawling out
Followed by a floating eel
Like beasts from an Asylum flick
They both looked far from real
“Have you been drinking, bloody fools?!”
“Do you wish all of us doomed?!”
“More pressing matters are afoot!”
Their mighty voices boomed
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.
For the fourth 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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