Glitter Based Life Form by fargreencountry, literature
Literature
Glitter Based Life Form
Glitter Based Life Form
A Welcome to Night Vale/Labyrinth Crossover
Summary: Children are disappearing in Night Vale and it is not by the orders of the City Council. One shot.
Disclaimer: How do I not own thee? Let me count the ways…
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“Not everything is as it seems in this place. Maybe you should get glasses to see the true horrors that lie before you. Welcome to Night Vale,” Cecil said before hitting the theme music. He quietly shuffled papers around as the opening music played and got the thumbs up from Intern Sarah.
“Breaking news just in: children are disappearing without prior approval of the City Cou
Storyteller
tell me a story.
A fable of wisdom
or a tale of glory.
Sing me a song
of dreams and
of wonder.
Stories of kingdoms rising
and worlds going under.
Draw me a picture
with colours so bright
and spin me a fairytale
to dream of tonight.
Prompt writing: Language of the Flowers by whiteXblackrose, literature
Literature
Prompt writing: Language of the Flowers
Prompt: an object from outside interests you, that object becomes smitten with a ladybug. Write the object coming to terms with the adoration, flirtation, and declaration without any dialogue or thoughts.
Object that grabbed my interest: my tiny fairy garden
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Twas the first frost of autumn and a little garden sprite departs from its statue form to tend to the changing of seasons. He cuts the deadened flowers, crushing them to disperse the seeds for next year on the rich, black soil. Little creatures are encouraged to take the deadened foliage to their dens to give them warmth in the months to come. Soil is tilled until light and
I courted Death
in a burnt out pub
with faulty lights and dirt-cheap drinks;
She had tarred fingers
which danced hypnotically
around her hazy smeared glass.
Word round town was that she had the
Kiss of death
and a tongue as sharp as a scythe,
it was a challenge I couldn’t resist.
I seduced Death
bought her a drink or two
and with rum burning my heart
I stroked her arm,
(coffin cold)
and licked my lips like a predator
(a lamb in wolf’s clothing)
and when she grinned back,
I realised which of us was really prey.
I danced with Death
in a dark alley,
in an abandoned warehouse,
a trashed motel room;
it was fast and heady and yet -
t
Four of a Kind (Confessions of a King). by setmyworldintomotion, literature
Literature
Four of a Kind (Confessions of a King).
I am
The upward curl
Of her mouth,
The smile she wears
When she has no doubt
That what she sees
Is true.
I am all her cares.
I am the glimmer
In her eyes -
All she sees
Because I leave her blind.
I am the polluted oxygen
She thrives off of -
The very same toxicity
Coursing through her veins,
Merely a harlequin
Who increases her pains.
I am the king
Of her body,
Of her heart.
I am all that she values
And I value all that
She has to lose.
I am the fall
Before the pain,
The slow dancing
Of the dying leaves
In a season
Without the rain.
I am the largest planet
In her universe,
Maybe not her sun
But I am the only one
Her earth
Revolves around.
I
He walks where only shadows fear the dark,
the knight in shining amour,
the wolf in sheep's clothing.
Depression's smile tugging his frown upwards.
Hair dripping with colored ink,
the world's end foretold in cold eyes.
Mental illumination shows his true colors,
there's no fairies to be found here.
You will meet him when you fall,
a weeping soul in the shadowless dark.
He'll hold your hand, this helpful wolf,
dance the devil's daring waltz.
Taste your skin, nip along your lips
"Come with me, let us go"
Mental illumination shows your true colors,
there's no fairies to be found here.
A troggerel, or, unpopular opinion in bad poetry. by Pika-la-Cynique, journal
A troggerel, or, unpopular opinion in bad poetry.
In response to a certain series' popularity on tumblr, and many requests made....
I do not like you, Benny-Holmes,
Though acknowledging your fine cheekbones.
I do not like your Johnlock fans,
(though rather admire gay Moriarty's plans).
I do adore your awkward Martin,
But Bilbo is his finest castin'!
Inspector Lestrade is a true silver fox,
that "Not My Division" gif everywhere rocks!
Though Lara Pulver made a gorgeous Adler,
Her character arc was a sexist disaster.
And that Black Lotus Triad Chinese ninja assassin!?
OMG, what is this, a 1950s Tintin?
'Sherlock' your plots are just clever as can be,
and a twist! the setting's t
He spoke from the seat behind me.
I never saw his face.
"I don't really know what I believe.
I mean, there's Buddhism and Islam
and Daoism and whatever, but how
do you decide? You know, how do you choose?"
I turned to gaze out the window just as
a dead yellow leaf fled from the nearest bough,
swooped across the sky in lazy mournful loops
and disappeared into the impenetrable blue of the sky.
"How do you know what to believe?"
The sad blue veil of the sky,
shrouding the world.
A curtain, strung over our heads
to keep us from going mad
as we search the spaces between stars
for a friendly face, or the weight of a mother's arm.
Child, You're a Monster by red-stained-december, literature
Literature
Child, You're a Monster
Young child, why do you cry
Hidden deep under the sink
Hiding from the world outside
Ashamed of your tears
Young Child, you're alone
No one is going to help
No one will ever help you
You leprous child, damned to hell
Child, they strip you naked
Naked of your pride and love
Rip away your beautiful heart
That you wear on your sleeve
Child, they take it away
The shredded thing useless anymore
Look, it's gone
With your heart, they stole so much more
Empathy and love
You don't need such things
Stand up Child
See, you have grown
Grown strong, grown hard
You stand above them all
Above those children
Above those adults
Look how far that are below you