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“Magnifico!” the King cried, darting around the canvas like a hummingbird. He even looked the part, with his golden crown and red cloak, and the splatters of paint across his face. “Look, my dears, look at this piece of art!”
“Your Majesty, this is a council meeting. Surely you can pursue this at another time?” Lord Gold, in charge of coin, looked towards the other council members desperately. They shook their heads helplessly. The King paid him no mind, instead muttering to himself in his mother tongue as he beamed at the painting.
“Your Majesty!” a knight shouted as he burst into the council room. His uniform was in disarray, his eyes wild. “Your Majesty, a dragon!”
The King spun around with a bright smile. “Yes! That is a fantastic idea!” He produced a paint brush and a fresh canvas from thin air (although he’d probably had them stashed in his robes) and proceeded to paint.
“No,” the knight said, glancing at the council members in confusion. “There’s a dragon attacking the southern border, your Majesty.”
The King froze, and for a moment everyone relaxed. Their King had regained his senses, and the kingdom would be saved. They waited expectantly for the plan of attack.
Instead, the King let out a scream and, grabbing his paintings, bolted from the council room. His crown wobbled dangerously on his head as he raced passed the stunned council members and the knight.
“I am an artist!” the King could be heard yelling. “I do not taste good!”
“Your Majesty, this is a council meeting. Surely you can pursue this at another time?” Lord Gold, in charge of coin, looked towards the other council members desperately. They shook their heads helplessly. The King paid him no mind, instead muttering to himself in his mother tongue as he beamed at the painting.
“Your Majesty!” a knight shouted as he burst into the council room. His uniform was in disarray, his eyes wild. “Your Majesty, a dragon!”
The King spun around with a bright smile. “Yes! That is a fantastic idea!” He produced a paint brush and a fresh canvas from thin air (although he’d probably had them stashed in his robes) and proceeded to paint.
“No,” the knight said, glancing at the council members in confusion. “There’s a dragon attacking the southern border, your Majesty.”
The King froze, and for a moment everyone relaxed. Their King had regained his senses, and the kingdom would be saved. They waited expectantly for the plan of attack.
Instead, the King let out a scream and, grabbing his paintings, bolted from the council room. His crown wobbled dangerously on his head as he raced passed the stunned council members and the knight.
“I am an artist!” the King could be heard yelling. “I do not taste good!”
Literature
Biomechanical
Watching you play the piano, I glimpse the machine
beneath your skin—the deliberate movements of metal,
the precision of the mechanical. And god, all at once—
your face is a rubber veneer, the joints of your hands
as certain as circuitry. —Are all things artifice? And I
put my head against your shoulder, seeking static,
the shock of life, the spark of touch—
but your bones are steel.
They do make robotic limbs now. I’ve seen videos
of scientists exulting over tied shoelaces and typed words. Like they’ve made life,
and maybe they have for all I know because life used to be motion,
in a time before motors,
Literature
CCCXVII
mist rising
from a morning pond
... those baptized today
Literature
Nocte
Hiding from the beast,
From tree to tree,
Running in the dark,
I tell myself such things,
Slow- so it won't find you,
Breath.
These fires have scorched far and wide,
Leaving the scent of my former cinders to linger in my head,
Like some bad bender,
Warped memories encircling grey,
The ground is made of shattered glass,
Broken dreams.
No lilies remain,
To any kingdom I run,
In mirrors of liquid glass,
Surrealist battles are won,
And like fear,
The spider crawled from my mouth.
They are sedating everything,
Brush pixilated,
Focus changing,
Leaving me to run in the dark,
Caught in the eye of the storm,
Hiding in the calm.
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For FFM Links - 1 July 2015
Prompt: Unless His Majesty gets past this delusion that he's an artist, we're all going to suffer. Augmented4th
I decided to go for a more humorous approach than I usually would. Hope you enjoy
Prompt: Unless His Majesty gets past this delusion that he's an artist, we're all going to suffer. Augmented4th
I decided to go for a more humorous approach than I usually would. Hope you enjoy
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i liked your spin on that prompt! the king was rather adorable in his own delusional way x3 i would have liked to read about just what kind of art the king was making, but other than that, a great piece c: