Saturday, April 17, 2010

The Magic Seed of August

Tell us a story, if you feel so inclined, inventive reader...

18 comments:

California Girl said...

Elisabeth loved to feed the birds. She loved to hear them singing in her garden after a lusty lunch of sunflower seeds and suet. Their brilliant plumage made her swoon. Their exotic chansons made her dance.

Her husband warned her not to feed the pigeons as they would chase away all other birds and take over the garden.

Elisabeth ignored him.

To her dismay, he was correct. The pigeons eventually took over, scaring, biting and eliminating the other birds.

Her garden was silent but for the squawking and screaming of the pigeons.

In desperation, Elisabeth implored the gods to help. She wanted her magical birds back.

The gods heard her plea. They sent two gigantic yellow birds, the size of small airplanes, to chase away the pigeons.

Once more, the song birds returned to the garden and it filled with their lyrical music. But Elisabeth wasn't there to hear it.

The gigantic birds had eaten her.

The garden

ArtSparker said...

Whoah, Dude...

Shayna Prentice said...

California Girl wrote a brilliant story! She had a grand illustration to spark her vivid imaginings.

JJ Beazley said...

Zeus had long despaired of Aphrodite’s taste in garden décor, but when she nailed up a piece of giant cucumber for the cardboard cut-out birds to feed on, he knew he just had to check for signs of substance abuse.

Tammie said...

oh no, look out little birds!

Totalfeckineejit said...

I'm speechless.

Titus said...

"OI! CYCLOPS! KNOCK IT OFF WITH THE HAND-PUPPET TRICKS!"

"Hasn't he noticed the disadvantage of monocular vision? That's the third pigeon this week. Somebody get Odysseus."

Clowncar said...

Cali Girl's story rocked. Here's mine.

So the sun sneezed out a huge solar flare, and gave the Earth a cold, said Tommy, 12 years old and currently the oldest human being alive.

Like sun snot? asked his sister, and giggled.

Yes, said Tommy. And all the volcanoes coughed up Earth snot into the air. And all the adults caught cold and died. And all the birds that were in the air at the time got really big.

Earth snot. That's gross. She giggled again.

And the giant birds enslaved us and made us do their bidding.

Like what?

Not much. Get em worms and stuff. Bird're pretty easy to please. All in all it was a fair trade.

You miss Mom? she asked.

Who? he replied.

lettuce said...

I'm sowing the wonderful seeds of April, for Logan this is obviously designed as a play-activity and he unearths them again with his chasing and pouncing...



btw. your book arrived on Friday, I love it - congratulations, its marvellous.

ArtSparker said...

Titus and Clowncar - lovely, lovely stories

aleph said...

Once the circus was forbidden for all of us, inhabitants of the Empire, our lives became dull, something startded fading. Yet we know it was noble to interdict pleasures derived from pain. No more slaves and lions, then. Some far away small villages had their own ways anyway. Mother always took us to the court at feeding time. We fed so many birds that certainly it became a noticeable matter. People here feed birds in silece, for hours and hours, as if they feeding souls, phantoms, who knows. They are the eldest of the town. We keep on running and laughing, and birds and crikets signing, but our noisy presence is kindered, old people simile to doves.

ArtSparker said...

Aleph, Yes, it is more comfortable at times to forget we are kindred -but we remain so.

ArtSparker said...

J.J. - brief and pointed.

rosedale's 4head said...

To the garden dwellers and the pigeons:

whatever you do...don't wiggle...

Deb G said...

The silk birds had come to gather threads for their nests. They pulled and tugged at the seams and gathered the fabric depicting an old classic garden...

Celeste Bergin said...

He said he loved her and this she believed for the giant birds from Alcatraz made an appearance just to confirm.

justdoodleit said...

In Ancient Greece,
before the dawn of reason
pigeons became breakfast for geese
during the vineyard harvest season!

(Well, not a story by some rhyme)

Asja said...

Not a story just a stream of consciousness... green... pomegranate...Persephone...underworld...two immortal birds...
this could go on and on-this image certainly triggers imagination!