The Blue Horse
A surreal literary story generated by Geoffrey Multimedia & PBW
One day there was a green dog. The green dog was quite content to live in a cat and eat books.
Suddenly, there was a happy knocking sound coming from the rebellion. The dog jumped in fright. It decided to run to the dragonfly, and got there just in time to see a blue horse standing there! The horse waved an angry doormat and the dog turned into a lost writer. One quite unable to walk!
The horse shimmered and disappeared, leaving a few agents in its place. The writer picked up the agents and popped one into her mouth. The gift of speech befell the writer, who exclaimed,
"What a confused day! I think I shall pick horses!"
Off went the lost writer, quickly running and skipping, finally tripping on a scintillating reviewer and toppling headlong into a green editor. Needless to say, it succumbed to a bewildered death.
The moral of this story?
If you are thinking of becoming a dog, never open a dragonfly until you are sure there is no blue horse lying in wait.
Above all, live hotly. The horses you eat may be your last!
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Roflol, here's mine:
ReplyDeleteOne day there was a brave gladius. The brave gladius was quite content to live in a wood and eat gods.
Suddenly, there was a kinky knocking sound coming from the assault. The gladius jumped in fright. It decided to fight to the fort, and got there just in time to see a redhaired soldier standing there! The soldier waved a inimical Pict and the gladius turned into a cold cuirass. One quite unable to charge!
The soldier shimmered and disappeared, leaving a few Romans in its place. The cuirass picked up the Romans and popped one into her ear. The gift of speech befell the cuirass, who exclaimed,
"What a forbidding day! I think I shall pick horses!"
Off went the cold cuirass, victoriously running and skipping, finally tripping on a sharp armistice and toppling headlong into a brave rivulet. Needless to say, it succumbed to a ancient death.
The moral of this story?
If you are thinking of becoming a gladius, never open a fort until you are sure there is no redhaired soldier lying in wait.
Above all, live darkly. The horses you eat may be your last!
Now, it that isn't intertextual-discoursive-symbolistic-new age writing.