Words to the Wise (III)

Time had been trying to play its tricks on him from the moment he’d entered the territories, but he was still wise enough to recall his teachings. And thus while the cycles of darkness and the hints of dawn came and went with maddening randomness, he consciously chose not to worry as he silently sat with the creature.

A single attempt at conversation was all he wasted, but the strange animal’s trance was not to be broken. It was hard to tell if anything was happening at all, but keeping the faith seemed like a good bet. It was too dark to see far into the distance, yet the smell that travelled across the plains suggested something so foul he welcomed the time it took the creature to do its business.

Passage (II)

Clutching the white rock in his pocket he stood, staring at the gates. There was no sense of urgency, no need to make haste. He would either succeed at his task eventually, or not at all, and in that case nothing would change. The world would continue as it was – as children were being raised to believe it always had been.

As he was about to set off again, he spotted a large animal swiftly hopping towards him in the distance. He couldn’t tell what it was from afar, but even as it drew closer he was no more able to determine its nature. The creature was jumping on two legs like a kangaroo, but looked more like an oversized chicken, leaving black feathers in its trail.

When The Man Comes Around

My neighbour is a changed man.

Don’t get carried away now. He’s still mass-producing atrocious postcards. Ninety little cardboard soldiers a month carrying the hope of his salvation. And it’s been slim pickings lately, or so he says. Only a 30 Euro shopping voucher and a small fridge. It’s that last prize he’s come to tell me about as I notice the difference in his breath.

Tits Up

It’s all gone tits up with a vengeance. Was forced to flee the village chased by an angry mob. Turns out the chicken up whose bum I hid the diamond was their mascot.

Chicken Run

On a quiet chilly little afternoon where the dwarves were plotting their path through the forest, there came a chicken and it hopped around on one leg, away from the dwarves, for the chicken was in a hurry.

Away! it yelled. Away!

As it sped through a neighbouring village the chicken came upon a black giant with a golden ring through his nose as big as the chicken’s house. But the giant was benevolent and let the chicken pass without asking questions.

Then the chicken came upon a ravine so deep that you could see colours in there that no man would ever paint. It went down into deep, dark pits.

There is smoke there, but it flows out into open fields of lush green and seas of sky. You’ve been here before, in many different shapes – but always you.