I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
And so the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're goin' through

Wednesday, August 15, 2007

Story Bone

We have a dearth of Prince and Princesses to rule the land. About five years ago we had a bumper crop of easily offended witches that changed them all into mice until they gnawed the nut of wisdom, or frogs croaking to be loved for who they were, or fauns to learn vulnerability, or some such silliness.

5 comments:

Unknown said...

Royalty as rodents...
Kind of like a "Pied Piper meets French Revolution" thingie. I like it!

Steve Buchheit said...

Kanrei, story bones are free to whomever can use them (I was thinking last night after I posted this that I could make a poem out of it, and I may still do that). Just read the disclaimer on the righthand side under "Da Rules."

Anonymous said...

Dude, that's a complete story. Submit that bad boy to flashquake.

Camille Alexa said...

Yeah. Hard to go wrong with a cranky magic story. I vote 'yea' to Merrie's idea.

Steve Buchheit said...

Thanks Mer and Camille. I guess I don't think in flash-fiction terms. I need to change it a little, I'm not really happy with what the frogs and fauns have to do. For me I was seeing an interview for a ruler and the interviewer is complaining about how they have to do this now, because all these silly princes and princesses just couldn't be kind to old ladies.