Old World Relics

November 23, 2014November 23, 2014 / Steve Lakey / 7 Comments

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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Artist’s Impression

November 16, 2014 / Steve Lakey / 1 Comment

Photo and Fiction © Steve Lakey 2014

I’m a Seafront Artist. Like a piece of smooth wood on the beach, I sort of drifted into it: the business was handed down from father to son. But of course, I’ve taken it to the next level.

I found creating the artwork a bit of a bind in the early days. But – needs must, and all that. Good job I’m a bit of a genius with modern technology.

You probably know the drill: I take a few photos of you, and when you return, 30 minutes later, there you are – in a cartoon style, or looking like a Hollywood star. I’m nothing if not versatile.
If you like what you see, you might want to look at my watercolours, or oils.

I’m always one for making a good impression, wearing my traditional beret, pencil moustache and artist’s smock. A half-completed masterpiece on the easel…

During the summer season, I spend my days in my brightly coloured beach hut, which doubles as an artist’s studio. But, with me, I’m afraid not everything is as it seems.

My hut isn’t wood. Too high-maintenance. It’s made from brightly covered materials that will still look good in fifty years time. Much like myself, I suppose!

Don’t ask where I get the feed for my wi-fi and satellite TV. I’m not telling about either.

So, what will your picture be mate, humorous or classic?

What! You’re a copper? Got to be kidding me. So, okay, I use computer software to make pictures. I never actually say that I paint ‘em myself. Not illegal is it? Don’t you put those cuffs on me! I’ve got a reputation to think about.

I’ve been framed!

The photo and story were prompted by Pixel Prose Challenge, November 16th 2014, hosted by Amanda Lakey at UniqueArtChic.com. Click the logo for more details.

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Food Forethought

October 26, 2014 / Steve Lakey / 7 Comments

Leo Lissie

(Leo)
Not much of a barker
I don’t like to yap
you’ll see my tail wagging
when I’ve had a nap.

Oh, give me a minute
I just need to rest
if you want to see me
looking my best.

When it’s dinner time
please just pat my head
and in forty winks
I’ll be out of my bed.

(Lissie)
You won’t catch me
lying snug in my bed
when there’s a good chance
of me getting fed.

I’m older and wiser
of that there’s no doubt.
I don’t waste my time
in running about.

I’ll make an exception
when there’s food in my bowl
I’m first in the queue
cos that’s how I roll.

The photo and poem were prompted by Pixel Prose Challenge, October 26th 2014, hosted by Amanda Lakey at UniqueArtChic.com. Click the logo for more details.

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Train of Thought

October 19, 2014 / Steve Lakey / 8 Comments

Hey, you there! Hear what I say!
I just can’t stand being sat all day.
Though the odd delay wouldn’t hurt a bit
They’ve made me look like a First Class twit.

The service on this train is poor
No steward’s entered through my door,
It’s the last time I will use a train
the standards have gone down the drain.

Sitting like a tailor’s dummy
I don’t intend to pay out money,
Until this carriage moves a mile
This whole trip has been just vile.

No more do I want to roam
I just want to get back home,
Even you would want to fidget
If you’d been left like a wax exhibit.

The photo was taken at the National Railway Museum, York, UK. I wondered what the ‘gentleman’ in the photo might be thinking…

The photo and poem were prompted by Pixel Prose Challenge, October 19th 2014, hosted by Amanda Lakey at UniqueArtChic.com. Click the logo for more details.

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Steady Eddie

October 12, 2014 / Steve Lakey / 5 Comments

When you get to my age
the years start to hurtle
I’m a giant tortoise
not a ninja turtle!

It’s time to embrace
nature’s given me a hint
that Life is a marathon,
there’s no need to sprint!

Don’t pass me by
without giving a wave
for all you know
I’ve one foot in the grave.

But don’t write me off
I’m not feeling down
won’t call it a day
’til I’m put underground.

Some call me a saint,
some say I’m a sinner
what matters to me
is I still get me dinner.

I don’t need a toast
so don’t raise your glass
shift out of my way
it’s time for lush grass!

This photo and poem are prompted by Pixel Prose Challenge, October 12th 2014, hosted by Amanda Lakey at UniqueArtChic.com

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Walk the Self-Talk

Breathing Thoughts into Life

Pixel Prose Challenge

Old World Relics

Artist’s Impression

Food Forethought

Train of Thought

Steady Eddie