Fermented Fables

Posted on by Reena Saxena

The canvas has not moved, but the picture has changed.

I’m not one to be tricked by visual illusions, but Earnest Easel insists it is the Truth.

The Creative Canvas is an Empath that captures colours and shapes from the surroundings and reflects them.

Tonight is the night of judgment, as Brewing Bucket manufactures a hitherto unseen shade of paint, to splash out at midnight and paint the canvas like it’s never been before.

Earnest Easel writhes in agony in an attempt to escape, but falls at an angle that breaks a leg and makes running difficult.

I swear I saw a figure looming large in the sky, without hands and feet, but a power centre in its head, ducking Creative Canvas till it falls silent.

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24 thoughts on “Fermented Fables”

  2. errr… Reena. remember, despite what they’re saying about the brown acid, it’ll wear off and things will return to normal

    lol

    excellent Six!

    (and excellent writeage… there is something that comes through, leaps off the page when a writer is willing to let go and describe the barely-describable

    very nicely done)

    I know Chris has already extended an invitation for you to stop by the SSC&B… but, not for nothin’ the tall, thin man will be at a table midway to the small stage next Thursday… if the spirit moves you (Should be fun to try and write a Six about the art of )waiting

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