The weather had been gloomy, dreadful, boring, unmoving. Cloudy, where you could see the illuminated clouds, but nary a bit of sun. And there he was, the little prince of a shrinking world, curling in the center of a field.
/Boohoohoo/ he cried but didn't cry. /Boohoohoo./
The grass was dewy with his tears and his pants were becoming soaked with sadness. His shadows were saturated with guilt and his hands were filled with lead.
/Boohoohoo/ and the watercolors were runny making shy messes everywhere. More and more mistakes piling up into a diasterous cake. Boo hoo...
The dog came to sit beside the prince and she held up an umbrella above his head though, as you would expect, it did nothing to help the damage already done. And it said, a serious sort of slow, "Must I wonder why these clouds have taken a fancy to teasing us, sir?" "I wish I could clear these clouds away, but alas." though the sentence was very unfinished.
/Ho hum./ and the dog turned more dog-like while Acronym held the umbrella.
"And why is it that I cannot see the edge of this world?"
"There never was, you know." /ho hum,/ "or so I've been told."
The dog certainly thought there was an edge. Sure as deciduous tree lost their leaves and cats wagged their tails when angered. Right as rain.
"I want you to read this out loud; There's no pleasing any of you. Wanting all the more. Want me to be better. Wanting to clean more of this mess. Munching on celery stalks as I stumble with inadequacy. Much of muchness and I call foul!" And these clouds will clear up soon enough, so could they just leave me to mourn in silence!? "Not with the power you possess, dear prince." Said simply, tied with a cutsie little bow.
/Boohoohoo/ he returned to with a flourish. I'll dig a hole and then I'll forget my ladder. Then I'll dig a deeper and deeper hole until I'll stop. And then I'll be happy.
"Of course, of course."
/Sigh./ Whatever they desire only serves to make me tired.
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16 Jan, 2014, 3:54 am
The weather had been gloomy, dreadful, boring, unmoving. Cloudy, where you could see the illuminated clouds, but nary a bit of sun. And there he was, the little prince of a shrinking world, curling in the center of a field.
/Boohoohoo/ he cried but didn't cry. /Boohoohoo./
The grass was dewy with his tears and his pants were becoming soaked with sadness. His shadows were saturated with guilt and his hands were filled with lead.
/Boohoohoo/ and the watercolors were runny making shy messes everywhere. More and more mistakes piling up into a diasterous cake. Boo hoo...
The dog came to sit beside the prince and she held up an umbrella above his head though, as you would expect, it did nothing to help the damage already done.
And it said, a serious sort of slow, "Must I wonder why these clouds have taken a fancy to teasing us, sir?"
"I wish I could clear these clouds away, but alas." though the sentence was very unfinished.
/Ho hum./ and the dog turned more dog-like while Acronym held the umbrella.
"And why is it that I cannot see the edge of this world?"
"There never was, you know." /ho hum,/ "or so I've been told."
The dog certainly thought there was an edge. Sure as deciduous tree lost their leaves and cats wagged their tails when angered. Right as rain.
"I want you to read this out loud; There's no pleasing any of you. Wanting all the more. Want me to be better. Wanting to clean more of this mess. Munching on celery stalks as I stumble with inadequacy. Much of muchness and I call foul!" And these clouds will clear up soon enough, so could they just leave me to mourn in silence!?
"Not with the power you possess, dear prince." Said simply, tied with a cutsie little bow.
/Boohoohoo/ he returned to with a flourish. I'll dig a hole and then I'll forget my ladder. Then I'll dig a deeper and deeper hole until I'll stop. And then I'll be happy.
"Of course, of course."
/Sigh./ Whatever they desire only serves to make me tired.
16 Jan, 2014, 4:44 am
What a story
17 Jan, 2014, 4:56 am
The story is simply marvelous and the painting is appealing. :)
17 Jan, 2014, 11:17 am
This is amazing! :D