A collection of tomes as far as the eye can see, rivaling the Library of Alexandria!
A vast store of knowledge from around the world, covering every subject known to man!
I wonder if any of these books have naked pictures…
Written for Three Line Tales: Week Five.
For this week’s Literary Lion prompt, my story is like a flower. Short and sweet.
“What’s in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.”
“Very poetic, Doctor, but I don’t think plant-human hybrids qualify as ‘a rose by another name’. Grant denied.”
“Alright. What if I only use women named Rose as test subjects?”
I do love a good riddle. This should be an easy one, me thinks.
He is a teller of stories,
Spinning tales of the fantastical and the familiar.
He is a messenger and a teacher,
Prophet and preacher,
But his words are not his own.
Everyone commands his services,
From the highest king to the lowest worker,
Spreading their messages with his blood.
They are cruel to him,
Twisting his neck,
Beating his head,
Or removing it entirely.
Whatever it takes to make the blood flow,
To write the stories that need to be told.
And when the deed is done, they heal him.
Make him whole once more and lock him away.
Until he is needed again.
Until another tale needs telling.
Beware, my good son,
For the Jabberwock draws near!
He’ll bore you to death.
Et tu, Brute? *gack*
These were great Caesar’s last words.
The *gack* is silent.
Beware the ides of – oh snap!
That was yesterday…