THE SWORD THE WORD AND THE WRITINGS

<p>Long ago in the faraway kingdom of the Willow and Oak. There lived two neighboring tribes - the peaceful and humble tribe of the Willow those were known as the forest dwellers and the fierce and proud tribe of the Oak; the big-time town folks. For centuries the two tribes lived in harmony bound by a vow made by their ancestors in ancient times. The vow stated that as long as the river flowed and the sun rose the two tribes would live in peace and help each other in times of need. However as the years passed the tribe of the Oak grew greedy and arrogant. They coveted the fertile land and abundant resources of the Willow tribe and began to see them as inferior. The Oak tribe slowly began to break the vow and started treating the Willow tribe with disdain and cruelty. The Willow tribe being peaceful by nature did not retaliate but instead tried to reason things out with the Oak tribe and remind them of the vow. But now this will make you whistle it out in your palms like blow-outs. Or try to. Just hot air was found coming through the rounded lips of the mouth. </p><p>The</p><p>old man is looking on and seeing these things and hearing by way of his</p><p>ever-listening ear. He has been around for quite a long time. Long enough to</p><p>have been able to see and hear a lot and now? This is quite another thing that</p><p>he's about to experience. The dude should have done more to maintain his status</p><p>and place in Cekkoland Ore. But was a little too careless again I'm sure. </p><p>So</p><p>you want something unique and different; right? This is it. </p><p>This</p><p>is not your typical girl meets boy winning the joy character-hopping</p><p>plot-wrapping sweetie-flick bit. This is an analytical look at a book</p><p>bookings and crooks. As well as us carrying on with telling you about the</p><p>carryings-on of some; Gods kings and cooks. </p><p>The</p><p>immortal lone-rider is left burdened down with the task of bearing witness</p><p>along the path and recording it all for Mr. Wood-Rowe and the rest of us; the</p><p>lost no? No. </p><p>Yes the tasks have fallen plumb upon him to look upon it to do the records and to tell these stories properly. But he's constantly being dragged back into the brawl against his will at all. Move along there's nothing here to see just a mocking motley fool and some poetry. </p><p> </p><p class=ql-align-center>The</p><p class=ql-align-center>Sword The Word and the Writings is: <span style=color: rgba(34 34 34 1)> </span>A Novel: Real Inky</p><p class=ql-align-center>Trail book series<span>. </span><span style=color: rgba(34 34 34 1)>Book 3 of the series</span><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)> </span></p><p> <span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Note. This story is told from a Carib-Jamericanadian perspective. In a richly blended language mix of; Jamaican patois nonsense talk and sensational spelling sometimes. Yes wordplay is the order of the day around here.</span></p>