Short Story 6 — Walliams

Long ago, a great, magical painter named Geoffrey roamed the land of England. Passionately, Geoffrey the great used his chisel, which was formed by dragon’s teeth, to craft vivid artwork from his ethereal clay. While swirling his long, waxed mustache under an incredibly pointy chin, the artistic magician weaved a purple cloak from paint. Calmly, his work table spoke to him, “Have you ever gone wrong dear master?” The creative genius laughed. He had not. Until one day. An evil, wicked devil from hell itself came to his door. The demon knocked with a giggle. “Who’s ther-” but the foul beast had already let himself in. “Oh well, hello-” there was an awkwardness in the air as the creature with black eyes and a darker soul stared into Geoffrey’s eyes. “I wish you to make something for me,” wheezed the beast, who stood small and with a dark grey coat but visible, hairy feet.

“Why of course,” began the purple cloaked regent, “if you have the gold.” Once again, before Geoffrey could finish speaking, the beast dropped a huge, weighty ball of gold onto the worktable. “Goodness, this is heavy” whispered the table.

“I wish for you to make, a terrible mistake,” The magician paused. How could he do such a thing? But he got to work, he could turn down no task. He would make the greatest mistake, a living mistake, a person who was nothing but a mistake, a man who could not die, but he would make more mistakes, endless mistakes. Geoffrey wepped as he looked down at his living, breathing, terrifying mistake. He vowed to never paint or craft again, as he named his work. With his final touch, he named his mistake something soul foul, it brought life into the object. “Demon, I am undone,” The 6ft tall monster opened his eyes, he stretched with white, shining teeth and began to make his heinous mistakes. With a great smile it said, “Wouldn’t it be funny to have a book about terrible teachers?”