The Scribe.

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The scribe scribbled on, long into the night.
His pencil dulled as did the candle light.
He shivered with cold and his fingers ached,
But he had a mission, and it could not wait.

Life was his subject and this he knew well,
Now he had its story and wished it to tell.
His own had been lived to its utmost extent,
Now his mind was full with plenty content.

He started at the beginning then drifted a mite,
He had re-edited, and now the storyline was right.
He sat back and gazed at what he had wrote.
He felt a tear rise and almost choked.

He had started off intending to write a happy tale,
But he had dwelt on too many occasions when all was not well.
With a sad heavy heart he did rise,
Closing the cover to his treasured prize.

In the morning he rose and his book was not there.
He searched in a mood of despondency and fear.
Then he saw that things had changed,
Furniture had been moved and rearranged.

Where some sort of order existed before,
Now cobwebs and dust-covered all but the door.
The door it seemed, had been used many times,
The reason was in the corner, where sat many more scribes.

He started to speak but they were all deaf,
He was saddened, disillusioned and bereft.
It was then that the notion entered his head,
His sanity was saved, he was simply dead.

Anything But Hackneyed. UK

Anything But Hackneyed. US

About Daniel Kemp

Daniel Kemp’s introduction to the world of espionage and mystery happened at an early age when his father was employed by the War Office in Whitehall, London, at the end of WWII. However, it wasn’t until after his father died that he showed any interest in anything other than himself! On leaving academia he took on many roles in his working life: a London police officer, mini-cab business owner, pub tenant and licensed London taxi driver, but never did he plan to become a writer. Nevertheless, after a road traffic accident left him suffering from PTSD and effectively—out of paid work for four years, he wrote and self-published his first novel —The Desolate Garden. Within three months of publication, that book was under a paid option to become a $30 million film. The option lasted for five years until distribution became an insurmountable problem for the production company. All seven of his novels are now published by Creativia with the seventh—The Widow’s Son, completing a three book series alongside: What Happened In Vienna, Jack? and Once I Was A Soldier. Under the Creativia publishing banner, The Desolate Garden went on to become a bestselling novel in World and Russian Literature in 2017. The following year, in May 2018, his book What Happened In Vienna, Jack? was a number one bestseller on four separate Amazon sites: America, UK, Canada, and Australia.  Although it's true to say that he mainly concentrates on what he knows most about; murders laced by the mystery involving spies, his diverse experience of life shows in the short stories he writes, namely: Why? A Complicated Love, and the intriguing story titled The Story That Had No Beginning. He is the recipient of rave reviews from a prestigious Manhattan publication and described as—the new Graham Green—by a highly placed employee of Waterstones Books, for whom he did a countrywide tour of book signing events. He has also appeared on 'live' television in the UK publicising that first novel of his. He continues to write novels, poetry and the occasional quote; this one is taken from the beginning of Once I Was A Soldier There is no morality to be found in evil. But to recognise that which is truly evil one must forget the rules of morality.
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