MrBeardman

Kingdom The harsh groan of metal grinding on metal rings in the frosty night air. The sound is created by the lashing of wind at the rusty chains of an abandoned playground swing. The small seat at the base of the chain whips around, wildly grasping at darkness. The sand underneath is filled with twigs and dead leaves, killed by the winter. Very little grows and what petty amount does is consumed by lifeless brown foliage. The land tastes of rotting flesh. A leafless oak tree stands hunched over like an old man in the centre of the park, looming over its deceased kingdom. The wind resonates with the laughter of children from long ago. A laug

A Ring Alex Chavez, a French World War One archaeologist walked through a preserved trench. Mud squelched under his black gumboots as he observed his surroundings. His face was stern but there was sadness in his eyes as he mulled over thoughts of the death that had occurred in this place. How horrible this place must have been for those brave soldiers who fought here… "Get your head down!" Adam Jenkins yelled at Jacob Hunt over the bursts of rapid gunfire and rumble of deafening explosions. Jacob hit the deck as hot lead whizzed above. "Where's that coming from!?" Jacob shouted amidst the noise. Adam bellowed something back but was muted b

Am I to watch the sun arise, Partake of splendour through tired eyes? Am I to ever writhe in wakeful sleep, Lie upon this tousled heap? Sugar plums nor sheep dance through my head, Gone are these juvenile hopes, dead. My eyelids beg me to close them tight, I fear I won't sleep the rest of the night. Remembering stories told long ago, To inaudible music they dance to and fro. Kittens with paint pots, pups who explore, Cattails and jabbawockies and so much more. So I sit and I long for those times left behind, I wish I could be a child in more than mind. Wishing for the magic of the Faraway Tree, Or the monsters and animals who'd

On Sunday, Linguist scans through his list, Long List of Symbols for Britain's Lingo. It was a long list, with 25 symbols: Aa Bb Cc Dd Ff Gg Hh Ii Jj Kk Ll Mm Nn Oo Pp Qq Rr Ss Tt Uu Vv Ww Xx Yy Zz Linguist knows that it isn’t final. “It still isn’t a full lingo,” Linguist thinks. What is missing? Linguist calls in his assistant, Patois, to assist him. Linguist asks, “What is wrong with this Lingo, Patois?” Patois thinks for two hours, and says: ”I can’t think of a solution to finish Britain’s symbol list, sir.” Linguist furrows his brow. Constructing Tagalog, R