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

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About Daniel Kemp

Daniel Kemp, ex-London police officer, mini-cab business owner, pub tenant and licensed London taxi driver never planned to be a writer, but after his first novel —The Desolate Garden — was under a paid option to become a $30 million film for five years until distribution became an insurmountable problem for the production company what else could he do? Nowadays he is a prolific storyteller and in May 2018 his book What Happened In Vienna, Jack? became 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 best; 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, been described as —the new Graham Green — by a managerial employee of Waterstones Books, for whom he did a countrywide tour of signing events, and he has appeared on ‘live' television in the UK.
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