Stories at the Park 3: inspired by Wildstar Beaumont

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About Wildstar

Wildstar
Wildstar

Wildstar  joined Second Life in 2007,  and quickly became involved in SL photography after being asked to take the photos at a friend’s in-world wedding. That gained him a reputation as a wedding photographer, and his interest grew from there, including entering various photography competitions.

It was one of these contests which led to Wildstar becoming the official photographer of the Second Life Shakespeare Company (active until around 2010). Since then he has become an official photographer for Relay For Life and for Prim Perfect magazine, as well as for the popular Designing Worlds Second Life TV show, where his work features in weekly slide shows.

Wildstar considers himself first and foremost a landscape photographer, and his has a particular love of deep blues and reds in his work, as well as enjoying playing with shadows.

Stories and Poems

Make a Choice – Caledonia Skytower

Inspired by Reflections 10

Reflections 10 by Wildstar Beaumont
Reflections 10 by Wildstar Beaumont

“What do you mean one is real, and one illusion?”

Sage and student stood on the precipice of a midnight sea.

“It’s simple. One exists, and one is reflection. Choose one and you fully embrace all that life can be: elation to despair. You withhold nothing. You fully engage. Choose the other and you mimic life, you play a role: safe, protected, and always slightly removed.”

“That’s not simple! How do I know which to choose?”

The student teetered on the brink, uncertain and filled with fear.

The master discretely raised one finger, and he firmly pushed.

“Just get messy.”

Crow’s Nest at Night – Trolley Trollop

Inspired by Reflections 10

We find you guilty as charged. Failure to conform. Failure to comply. Failure to convert. You are an individualist. You can be neither assimilated nor rehabilitated. You have no place with us. You are a danger. You are hereby sentenced to live out your days separated from us.

The island has no name. Neither sea nor aircraft can land on its surface. A structure from a long-forgotten time will provide shelter. We are humane: food and clothing will be provided. The rest is up to you.

Do you understand? Have you anything to say?

No? Why then do you smile?

George the Pirate #14 – R. Crap Mariner

Inspired by Reflections 19

George was a pirate, but he wasn’t a very good pirate. None of the other pirates liked him very much. He spent a lot of time in the kitchen, or swabbing the deck, or up in the crow’s nest.

He loved to watch sunrises and sunsets, the yellows and oranges and reds spreading across the sky. It made him feel warm and good. And it helped him to forget all of his failures, mistakes, and screw-ups.

It also helped him to forget about the British Navy vessels approaching from the East.

Well, their cannons would help him remember soon enough.

Tall Ships – Trolley Trollop

Inspired by: Reflections 19

Red sun at night, sailors’ delight. Red sun at morning, sailors take warning.

All stand when one of the Gospels is read. Did you not listen? Did you not hear the word of Matthew? Sailor, shepherd: it makes no difference. The Word has been passed down for two thousand years.

But you were too proud. You did not heed when the Gospel Book was brought into the midst to be read during the service. You set sail. The wind deserted you. Now you are becalmed. You have no power. You have prayers.

Glory to Thee, O Lord, glory to Thee!

Lighthouse Keeper – R. Crap Mariner

Inspired by Reflections 8

Reflections 8 by Wildstar Beaumont
Reflections 8 by Wildstar Beaumont

At low tide, the lighthouse keeper could walk from the lighthouse to the shore in order to pick up supplies. At high tide, the lighthouse was completely isolated from the shore.

Insulated cables carried power to the spotlight and the lighthouse keeper’s cabin.

The toilet emptied directly into the sea.

When he was drunk, the lighthouse keeper enjoyed climbing up the stairs to the spotlight and pissing over the rail into the sea.

This wasn’t a problem when the skies were clear and the winds were calm.

However, when there was a storm, he always regretted pissing into the wind.

Stick to the Path – Caledonia Skytower

Inspired by Reflections 21

Once upon a time, stepping onto the path I tread into the unknown.  Where would this trail take me?  Adventure, romance, the deeper meaning of life?

The untouched morning air full of the possible, I looked for the tale to emerge – every rock, leaf, twig a promise.

As the Noon sun spread evening across the plain and it seemed that all was revealed, everything illumined and exposed. Where is my story?

An amber sky lights may way back around and I find myself at “once upon” again.

“I’ve been gypped!”

“Be patient,” came a voice, “the story finds you.”

George the Pirate #13 – R. Crap Mariner

Inspired by Reflections 13

Reflections 13 by Wildstar Beaumont
Reflections 13 by Wildstar Beaumont

Fred was a pirate, and he was a very good pirate. Unlike George, who wasn’t a very good pirate. The captain asked Fred to coach George.

So, Fred and George worked out a set of goals. And they held weekly progress meetings.

Fred ran George through a series of drills, and then practice exercises to apply what he’d learned.

“I think I’m getting the hang of this,” said George.

And he ran Fred through with his cutlass.

“Oops,” said George.

George tried to bury Fred at sea.

Despite being moored at the port.

Fred’s bloody corpse flopped on the dock.

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