In a world of pure imagination...

I escaped to the land of abusive nights stalkers, chasm like pot-holes, burnt houses and kittens this weekend. It gave me some time off from the exciting task of job seeking. By exciting of course I mean; soul crushing, monotonous, up hill struggle.

I started this blog with the intention of writing about something interesting each day. But the problem at the moment seems that nothing has happened that interests me, so I am sure that means I will not be able to interest you. I guess the best thing to do in these circumstances is to not write anything thought provoking and just get on with some form of short story.

Sir Stephen Black of the Knight Guardians of the Holy Round had been called forth by the Prince Reagent and leader of his order.
"Sir black this day I offer you the chance to redeem your tardy record. You must deliver this holiest of packages to the tower of far far away."
Stephen had been tardy, he could not deny it. His actions had caused a reduction in his retinue. He knew he had to grasp this opportunity and prove his might to his master. He flew from the Prince's chambers and through the court kitchens to the back entrance. There his magnificent black beast awaited his arrival peacefully. Sir Stephen donned his ceremonial helmet and straddled his noble stead. He kicked the beast who roared into motion and he took to the streets at a colossal speed.

Stephen dodged his way around the peasantry cursing their lack of haste. He could feel the angered eyes as he managed to swiftly weave his way through a predicament; caused by a more elderly cart driver. To his dismay when he reached the tower of far far away he spied a group of young highwaymen congregating at it's entrance. Stephen pondered on his plan of action. But only for a second as he could see his time was running short. He dismounted his monumental stallion and stormed towards the rapscallions. He defeated any attempt to cross his path with a stern look and made his way up the tower.

Stephen reached out his hand and knocked on the door blocking his way. To the door came a vision. Not so much a vision of beauty, but a vision none the less.
"It's been more than half an hour, it's free." she burbled.
"I am afraid not madam, seventeen pounds fifty please." Stephen took the money and returned to Prince's Pizzas triumphant.