“In token of his artistic mastery, Giotto di Bondone offered, simply, the picture of a perfect circle, drawn free-hand. Benedict IX, the Pope, seeing Giotto’s ‘O’ in a sea of audacious audition pieces, duly awarded di Bondone, the commission for new work in St.Peter’s.”
“Father”, Servator, called.
“Yes?” came the response with almost no delay.
“Father, what are you doing?”
“My designated tasks, Servator, what else?” Father replied.
This story was written as an entry to the Wattpad SF competition: Legend. It was December 5th, 3786 CE; not long now, not long at all. 8 hours alone remained of a wait lasting 500 years. One “theory”, held that it would be a perfect half millennium to the day, and hour, when those few […]
Peculiar a cat
Sees through the mirror’s surface
A god staring back
Georgina was at a loss for a second. Then came the mantra, ‘what would Amani do, what would Amani do?’
So Georgina smiled, and asked if Lisa would like to come inside for some tea and cake. Lisa demurred, saying, “Oh I don’t touch cake. Perfect nutrition makes perfect champions. But tea would be nice, caffeine is a fat burner!”
Georgina was about to embark on a quest. She was sure it was a quest; it did after all have all the trappings. There was, first and foremost, an evil queen to vanquish. Blocking Georgina’s righteous path, stood the monarch’s trusted henchmen, (or was that henchpeople now?). These villains, in turn, could count on the deluded masses for a steady supply of mindless minions to do their dark bidding. To prevail, Georgina could not act alone, valiant, and cunning, as she was; no, she would need a fellowship…