Daily Writing Part 248. Story of Poems Part 183

Random words of the day: Evil. Bulb

Apologies for the delay, everyone! In the turbulent times we’re currently going through, feelings of nervousness and tenseness have been popping up on a near-daily basis. Some people are amazing at turning such uneasiness into mountains of inspiration. Unfortunately, I’m not among them at the current juncture. I have a hard time even focusing on my creative endeavours, let alone producing anything. Physically, as far as I know, I’m alright, but whether I can be productive writing-wise remains to be discovered from day to day.

I do intend to keep up The Artist’s Tale going each week, however, if only to put something out there to keep both you and me entertained. Goodness knows we need it right now! Therefore, I present you the latest instalment in this grand story of poems, a few days late, but here nonetheless! Please enjoy!

The Artist’s Tale. Chapter 8

Atop the giant seagull
Floating on a gentle breeze
The artist sat, holding a package
And looking somewhat ill at ease

As they pondered on the value
Of what would soon take place below
Their thoughts were interrupted
By a whirring dynamo

The package quickly opened
And out popped a small, tweed toy
“The rumours were true after all!”
The bear called, full of joy

Quick snips soon joined the humming
And in wonder did they stare
As giant scissors cut the ground
To reveal a thoroughfare

Countless singers filled the road
Drinking lemonade from a bong
When they saw the new arrivals
And jumped up for a welcome song

As the seagull gently landed
The singers let out joyful cries
“The Architect has come at last!”
They called with sparkling eyes

Their excitement reached a fever pitch
And they began to stomp their feet
When the artist and the bird
Began to walk the long, tiled street

The road soon led them up
Onto a cliffside, white as bone
From which they saw an oval structure
On an island made of stone

The gull once more went aerial
Then promptly, with great flair,
It dove down at a giant cube
Rising from the building’s square

Across the space below the cube
A vast, green field stretched out
With countless paths and lay-bys
Where crowds of people walked about

Then, as the seagull landed
Lightbulbs all around flashed on
Quickly forming hopeful neon words
‘The evil voice is gone!’



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, 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.

Why? Trying to get both my work and my love for writing out there, sharing them with others and getting in touch with fellow writers, artists and other like-minded people.

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