BigfootBigfoot by pachunka
"Tall chap;" began Charles, "about six foot eight.. medium build.. wears a sombrero 'round this time of year.. sometimes reading glasses.. big, massive white fur coat.. only thing bigger than his teeth is his head."
If Charles and Dunk weren't at the time standing on a really snowy mountain, the long gap before Charles' next sentence would probably have been filled with wind noises and a tumbleweed or two.
"So, have you seen him?"
Dunk abruptly interrupted, looking a mite puzzled- "Dude- medium build? 'the Heck?"
"Medium build. You know. It's like a thing that people say."
From down there, Dunk's eyebrow looked rather unconvinced. Charles continued..
"I don't know what it means or anything."
Dunk rolled his eyes and took over Charles' pestering of the old guy.
"Don't pay too much attention to cereal-boy here, he's not exactly searchlight material. Now, we were just wonderOh my God you look like Yul Brenner."
Dunk turned to Charles- "Dude! How much does he look like Yul"
The yellow one The monks were overwhelmed. Not a week ago they discovered that the elusive Chamber of Life rested, buried deep, for millennia, directly underneath their home town. Now they had arrived at it, and indeed had found the very item of their lives' work: the second-most sought after of The Three Gems: The Life Stone of Fiir Shakman. The near-empty chamber shimmered and pulsed with the radiant yellow glow of it.The yellow one by pachunka
"We four have done it, my fellows."
It is written that few would ever, ever see any of The Three Gems. They are so sparsely scattered throughout the timeiverse, and hidden with such craft.
"This is a sacred moment. Ours are the first eyes to be graced with the rich light of the Life Stone since it was sealed away by The Ancient Wise Ones."
"Then who's that?"
The grinning shadow of a thief lurked by The Stone at the centre.
Clip clop corridorWhite white lights and a deep deep humClip clop corridor by pachunka
send me back to my ward
(nice and dark)
PshhhhAll the world's an engine roomPshhhh by pachunka
All orange cogs and steam and sweat
And if it gets any more crowded in here
We're not gonna care if it breaks down
Mutterings of a ConfusioniteMutterings of a Confusionite by pachunka
How easy it is to get lost in the elegance of a warm,
spring day's lie in the parky grass. Even the birds are just
Grass has a tendency to tickle away worry and the
false walls of clashing emotions and meaningless trials to
find out who gets put in charge of what. Like any of us is
any good at anything.
Windy air and warm yellow photons. Tastes like love.
Meanwhile, it's all spinning and gliding through space,
so that we can all enjoy it again another day.
I just wonder where the hell it is we're going.