Charge Of The Writer Brigade

The Writer Brigade charged through the room covered in blue velvet and the hall made of mirrors. They ran shoulder to shoulder with sharpened pencils pulled from behind their ears and self-assurance plaguing their faces. At last they burst into the garden, where the rest of the army was already embroiled with the enemy. They crouched on the outside, taking potshots with bits of gravel and occasionally charging, gesticulating importantly, to where no one else was. But when the battle settled and decades had passed, it was the Writer Brigade’s fame that surpassed all others, because they wrote about it.