30 September 2012
CRUNCH! I land on the ground. Snow is falling around me, but when I look closer, it appears to be poems. I glance above, as I hear a huge crack, resulting in a large amount of poems landing in different places- on trees, in wells, on the ground. From the corner of my eye, I see a shimmer from above. I can just make out my 'tag', which reads my name and rank. In the distance, I can faintly make out a flow of lights, which can only be the city of Compose. Just as I'm about to set off on the long journey, a huge piece of parchment picks me up. In seconds I've arrived on Compose. I head straight for the word-bar, which is lively, many typewriters occupied with writing Opussians. In the 'sad' corner, downcast Opussians with blue tags above their heads write sad Opusses. In the 'love' corner, Opussians with pink, glowing tags tap away cheerfully. I head for the bar, and buy a bottle of ink-beer and an inspiration envelope. Terrence, the old barman (unranked) smiles at me, and I warmly return his smile before heading out of the door. After going to the letter box (pun intended) and posting an Opuss, I go to the leader boards. I spot my name next to rank 17, and smile. Suddenly, I huge meow fills my brain, and a little cat saunters up to me from the ground. It hands me a fax, which reads 'Terrence likes your Opuss!' I smile. Terrence has always had a soft spot for me. I pick up a couple of poems to read along the way to Opussia Castle, and whistle a merry tune. My parchment picks me up, and once again, I'm there in seconds. I step of my parchment, and take in the Opussian castle, filled with Opussians, typewriters and pens. Finally, I think. I'm home.
- should I make another one or not?!
A Trip To Opussia • Opuss № I