Sun Set on Cape Cod...

My cousin Will's piece.

This is my adult cousin Will's piece. Enjoy and comment and say hi.

Chapter 1.

Wherein we meet our hero

and a few other people.

There once was a young man with the improbable name of Flannelmouth Finnegan. That was not his original name. The birth record said Vernal Equinox Finnegan because he was due on the 20th of March, but as luck would have it his mother traveled over a road full of potholes on March 18, and he arrived two days early. His father, who had the good Irish name of Seamus, would have preferred Patrick or Francis, but he was busy at a tavern at the time the child arrived, so the mother got to choose. So Vernal E. for Equinox Finnegan it was.

When Flannelmouth was barely three years old, the mother, who was Rose, died while giving birth to a sister, so he hardly had memory of it all. The babe was whisked away by the Sheltering Arms Adoption Agency at the behest of the mother’s older sister Theresa and was never heard from again.

The father insisted on raising the lad by himself, though he was always a few dollars short of solvency and a few drinks short of enough. The child welfare workers tried to stop it, but they were overruled because the county was facing a terrible budget shortfall that year.

So Flannelmouth was raised, more or less, by his father. Beyond filling the child’s head full of stories from the old country that came over in the l850s with his forebears, he did blessed little for the lad. To be more accurate, Flannelmouth raised himself. Necessity is an effective if harsh teacher, and Flannelmouth developed an amazing ability to survive under adverse circumstances. Among other life skills, he honed lying into an impressive art form.

The Flannelmouth part? This is where that came from: He stumbled over an uneven patch in the sidewalk and bit his tongue on his way to school one day, so speaking became not only painful but clumsy as well. It took him a long time to answer a first grade teacher’s question, and when the words came out it must have sounded like he had a wad of cotton flannel in his mouth. The teacher, wanting only to be funny and not thinking about the longterm effects, dubbed him Flannelmouth on the spot. His classmates took it from there, so Flannelmouth it was forevermore.

Picture of a gigantic spider I took...

New Thing

This is just a random thing I'm working on. Please Comment!!!!!

Atar strolled down the brightly lit hall toward the astronomy spire. He slowed to admire the star speckled ceiling of the constellation corridor, which filled the hall with exquisite light.

“Atar, wait,” said a deep powerful voice.

Atar turned around to see the astronomer Celesto striding down the hall, his blue and silver robes glinting in the starlight.

“Walk with me,” he said gently.

“Of course sir,” answered Atar slowing down to let the astronomer pull even with him.

“Have you seen Wira today?” asked Celesto.

“No, why?” responded Atar.

“Because I haven’t seen her either.” Responded the tall, thin man that resembled a wire wearing clothes.

“I know how much you two are in love,” he said his voice dripping with sarcasm. Atar turned away, hiding the scarlet blush that was creeping on to his cheeks.

“So what are we doing today,” asked Atar quickly changing the subject.

“We will be looking at Mars in the observatory, its movements have been very capricious lately.

New Prompt!

Write a very descriptive setting piece. Real or fictional it doesn't matter. Email me your pieces at baronsilvern@gmail.com

Comments!

Comment! I love comments!!

Ava's Drawing of Evil Dentists.

Part of Raven-Speaker

This is a part of Raven-Speaker, a story I'm working on at the moment. Ditors are the currency and Rellion is the main character. This is where he learns that his uncle is becoming king of Avon Arret.

Rellion sighed putting down the invitation. So Uncle Sanko is going to be king, Rellion thought. Sanko was, obviously Rellion’s uncle, his father’s brother. He was the richest member of the royal family having a gigantic share in the profit from the produce industry. He owned millions of acres of farmland to the west reaches of Avon Arret. He was even richer than the king because the king’s income was limited to his salary and personal charges. While the king’s salary was always a fixed $600,000 ditors a fortune in Avon Arret, Sanko’s profit depended on the amount of produce there was so a good year of harvest meant an extra million ditors to Sanko while a drought or a famine meant that much less. Even so, his salary was usually at an average of 1.8 million ditors. Three times the amount the king made. But now he would be king. For Sanko it wasn’t too much of a disappointment.

New Prompt!

Write about a famous current or historical figure with a hidden identity. Example: Abraham Lincon is a superhero or Lady Gaga is a spy from Jupiter. Anyone will do. Enjoy writing.

Random Short Thing.

I walk in the hallways of the kings.

I hear the whisperings of my royal ancestors as I walk.

I am ruler.

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What do you people think about me making a development blog of Raven-Speaker and my other stuff?

Henning's Piece

The Rules are Optional:

the Rules are optional

the Turn is done

the Cards left to Draw their selfs

the Dice roll,

Stop,

the crumble into Dust

the Players left inside the Board

the Turn is beggining

just ask

Ava's Drawings.

Nasturtium Poem.

This is a poem I wrote about a Nasturtium flower in the garden of Emily Dickinson.

A sea of green.

Round boats floating still.

Bright white veins fan out like spokes.

Spokes on the circular wheel in a mill.

One leaf the lowest is held down by dew.

A sea of ships without a crew.

Bees buzz merrily over the sea.

Shaded by a majestic oak tree.

The sun shines down the light is mellow.

Next to the house whose bricks are yellow.

More Stuff!

From now on this blog will hold drawings, pictures and any type of art there is! Email me or caleb your stuff.