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THE SWIFT, YET PROLONGED, BLUDGEONING OF POETRY.ACT 1 SCENE ONE (OF 1)
ANTHRACIS (throwing down a book of poetry in disgust):
"Ha! My good chap - this poetry is a little lacking in its lustre! There are so many tiny fragments that grate upon my eyes and summon me to swift destruction. I could lay my finger on any letter and hope to find another error worthy of my whiles."
ROUE (nervously): "Surely -- surely, it is not so bad as you imply?"
ANTHRACIS (in loud cries of melodramatic despair): "Oh! -- You are right! It is a thousand times worse than Satan's gate left unattended, countless errors lying coarse and unamended."
ROUE (hopefully): "Perhaps 'twas as t' poet intended?"
ANTHRACIS (incredulous): "What!? Beyond all bounds belief suspended!"
CANIS (in disgust): "What crappery is this?"
ANTHRACIS (enthusiastically): "Behold fine friend your noble poet, rose up in ashes to paint the world with chalky dashes, and slit the belly many gashes.
A Gentleman and his DaemonDear Gentleman,
Allow your errant colleague to offer his proud apologies to each of you worthy fellows at the Institute of Aerial Experimentation and Flight Mechanics for delaying the schematics for the Bohemian airship by several months. You will no doubt remember that I first attributed this delay to a difficulty in obtaining specific cogs of a very elusive nature for the frontal engine. In light of certain revelations made about my activities and whereabouts during this lapsed interval, I realise that you must now know that this was a lie. I regret to admit that this is so, and shall henceforth endeavour to set all accounts right, and aim to enlist your sympathies and forgiveness.
The truth gentleman, is that our project has been set back many months by my own meanderings, and I still have not yet completed the schematics. I confess this fact with profound regret and deep remorse. I am acutely aware of the dismay that this revelation must naturally produce. I can only apologi
Laughably PretentiousWords - literary archipelagoes of ebony drifting upon waves of ivory. Each island forms a stepping stone to another - a linking of abstract ideas. Tracing a string through a limitless labyrinth of language: a book - a dot to dot colouring exercise, condensing the endless possibilities into a coherent, traceable form: a story. A combination code brought out of the chaos of the infinite - a recycling of elements to create something new from the old. Every word has seen prior usage, but the arrangement is different - like snatching DNA and recombining the bases to form a new organism: something fresh, alive and unique.
Many of the genes are the same - the same ideas - yet the arrangement is unique. A single word, like a single organism, can spark an entire revolution. Writing began as pictorial representations - hieroglyphics and symbols - carved into stone. With the earliest written language came the earliest religions. Religion was central in the minds of ancient peo
She comes forth Deadly - Parodying Lord ByronShe comes forth deadly, like the night
Of ceaseless crimes and sunken sighs;
And all that's foul of dark and fright
Greet her casket in glad cries
Thus opened by that sinful blight
Which Satan to wan day denies.
One shade the more, one spectre less,
Knew nought besides that phantom's face
Which wails in every brazen mess,
Or slowly lingers in its place;
Where fears keenly cruel suppress,
All light, all life and saving grace.
And o'er that eye, and on that brow,
So hard, so stern, in rough judgement,
The leers that kill, the hints that cow,
All tell of years in Hades spent,
A soul in bonds with all below,
A heart whose beat is my torment!
Gentlemanly Fan-FickeryA tall, slim gentleman strolled gracefully into the Palace, followed behind by another smartly dressed man who examined the architecture and windows with interest; then came a tanned English gentleman, very relaxed with a ready smile and sparkling eye. This last gentleman was accompanied by fourth man whose obvious nervousness contrasted with the supreme confidence of the others.
The first man seated himself daintily. "What-ho chaps! Come to pay court to the prince of pilfering?"
Godahl laughed good-humouredly "Of course Lupin", not bothering to meet that gentleman's eye, preferring to examine his own perfectly manicured nails instead.
The third gentleman, Raffles, lifted his beautiful lashes with an air of mild surprise. "My dearest Bunny," he said turning to his worshipful companion "we seem to have landed ourselves amidst rather interesting company."
Bunny nodded and swallowed, with every appearance of wishing he and Raffles were a thousand miles away - possibly somewhere tropical,
VB Scrap 5: Anthracis + Viridans"Canis, your dear sister Viridans is being awfully mean."
Canis pushed his empty tankard away with a grunt of what might have been vague disapproval, or boredom.
"Yes my dear chap, she won't let me join her pretty little harem! She got her beautiful captain friend, with all his shinning epaulets, so clearly she's already begun amassing her male concubines..."
Canis frowned, there were some things Anthracis really didn't understand.
"Thracis, Captain Thornwood is Viridans' boyfriend."
Anthracis waited for further explanation.
"She's loves him." Canis added as gently as possible.
Anthracis laughed with delight.
"Well of course she does! He abysmally handsome - a little toy soldier of a dandy. His uniform's ridiculously gorgeous - it's the first piece of dressmaking that's made a slight tremor of envy leap up my spine. Still, his flesh and cloth aren't quite as disquietingly beautiful as my own. Yes, he makes a pleasant start..."
Canis' smile was
VB Scrap 4: Anthracis Writes a Love Letter"Shrale, get a quill, ink and paper. I need them immediately, and if you're not back in under five minutes - I'll tear your ears off like petals from a rose!"
"What's got you all of a flutter Thracis? It's not like you to get excited about writing a letter. Is it an interesting one?" A knowing look crept into Canis' eyes, but before Anthracis could draw a breath Shrale burst in with the things.
"Congratulations - it seems your rosey little ears will live to see another day. Now hurry away again before I cut your nose off!"
Canis laughed "Relax, relax! I'm sure whatever it is isn't as important as all that. Be a bit nicer to Shrale, aye? - he's one of the best I've got." He sat down good-naturedly beside Anthracis, and leaned over his shoulder to read as he wrote. His friend had notoriously terrible handwriting - he stabbed and scratched at the paper as though he'd been paid to murder it, and ink invariably squirted everywhere, like splattering blood. Canis soon changed his mind and shu
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