Photo and Poetry © Steve Lakey 2014
This photo and haiku are prompted by Pixel Prose Challenge, December 21st 2014, hosted by Amanda Lakey at UniqueArtChic.com
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Photo and Poetry © Steve Lakey 2014
The photo and poem were prompted by Pixel Prose Challenge, December 14th 2014, hosted by Amanda Lakey at UniqueArtChic.com. Click the logo for more details.
To view other posts in this challenge, click on the link.
Photo and Poetry © Steve Lakey 2014
The photo and haiku were prompted by Pixel Prose Challenge, December 7th 2014, hosted by Amanda Lakey at UniqueArtChic.com
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Photo: © Al Forbes 2014
Dear Cedar Thyme School for Boys,
So you have been around for a long time – since 1753, according to the plaque above your expensive-looking solid oak doors. Big deal! We at Steeltown Comprehensive (founded 2013) are here to stay. And we’ve got a nice new modern building with upvc double glazing!
Some of the lads at the school asked me to write this note as they think I’m one of the cleverer ones. They say I won’t just threaten you with violence – which, if I did, might be fun – but it would get our school closed down, or something.
We have the misfortune to share a boundary wall with you. But the way you toffs keep throwing bottles and stuff at us has got to stop. After complaints from parents, the council put up some sort of metal tunnel to protect us as we enter and leave. But there are huge gaps in it, so we’re still getting hit.
Don’t forget, throwing missiles – it’s not big or clever. It’s probably illegal too.
Some of our teachers have written to your school, to ask them to put a stop to it. They said they’d look into it. But it was all written off as ‘high jinks’ and a bit of boisterous boys’ behaviour. In short, nothing much happened.
So we’ve decided to take matters into our own hands. My dad is a builder, and over the holidays, he and his mates are going to tear down that flimsy tunnel, and build a proper solid one. They’ve recently taken down an old railway bridge and they’ve got all this spare stone. Funny how things work out, if you follow my train of thought…
So, when you come back in the New Year, expect us to be fully protected. But not only that, they’re going to put ‘firing slots’ in the stone. You won’t hit us, but we could hit you!!
I’m not saying we will (for legal reasons, ok).
Now we’re playing by Steeltown Rules! It’s payback, Thyme!
Yours sincerely,
B. Thomas
“Brainy” Brian Thomas,
Head Teacher,
Steeltown Comprehensive School.
This story was prompted by Sunday Photo Fiction, November 30th 2014, hosted by Al Forbes.
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The story and photos are also entered for the Pixel Prose Challenge, hosted by Amanda Lakey at UniqueArt Chic.com.
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Photo and Fiction © Steve Lakey 2014
I am Gabriel. Until today I was the Curator of Antiquities at the Pyramid of Praise. The High Priest Council decided it was time for me to take retirement. I would have liked to stay longer, but they have someone more suitable in mind for the job. Someone a little more ‘trustworthy’, no doubt.
I’ll keep this brief as there isn’t much time. I have copied this document on a printing press machine. A piece of technology our world has not seen for centuries.
Look at the globes in this picture – hidden in a secret gallery – forbidden to ordinary eyes. THIS IS OUR WORLD, I ASSURE YOU. IT IS NOT FLAT!
Know this, the Old Race of man that made those globes had technologies that would stagger your mind. I have only seen a fraction of what they created. But I have discovered more…
The Old Race took control of the skies, and headed for the stars. That’s when things changed. There was a landing on the Red Planet, and much later they formed a colony. Eventually some of those people returned to Earth.
But they were not alone! People who look like us, but with stronger minds, came here not to assimilate, but to control.
Using Science disguised as magic, the ‘High Priests’, as they named themselves, quickly gained absolute control of this planet. Gradually they rolled back our knowledge, and forbade its use. To this day, they remain cowled and hidden in their pyramids. Yet they rule without dissent.
I know my retirement will be brief, and I will not be seen again. I have given copies of this document to trusted friends. Please read this and pass it on. Make and distribute copies if you can.
Remember, Knowledge is power!
Good luck to you all.
Gabriel
The photo and story were prompted by Pixel Prose Challenge, November 23rd 2014, hosted by Amanda Lakey at UniqueArtChic.com. Click the logo for more details.
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Walk the Self-Talk 
