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Trick or Treat.Odd smell in the air; Burning orange flesh.Trick or Treat.
Uncomfortable, cold; Wearing false skin.
Awkward confrontation; Taking from strangers.
Dark, dingy streets; Unnatural dim glow.
Dark, shining sky; After dusk, lot of stars.
Jump, scream, terror; Creatures all about.
Noisy, frantic, chaotic; Too many run round.
Doorbell never stops; Trick or treat, they say.
by ~gummy-bear-power
Her Monster, Her Friend.He's building her a nest. Doesn't realize she's a girl, Not a monster like he.Her Monster, Her Friend.
His hands are mangled, not broke. You can't fix what ain't broke. Sometimes it's harder on his heart.
She kisses his unwhole hands. Tries to kiss it better like her mama. It doesn't work.
She looks for a bandage. Finds nothing but ants under logs. It wouldn't have worked anyway.
He reaches out. Pets her lovingly. She doesn't think to be afraid.
She loves her monster. She loves him so. His atrophied heart once loved.
by ~gummy-bear-power
Dust Trails I can hear a raspy drum overpowering the steady streaming bass coming through the stereo system. It's a melody, elegant, almost; not the throbbing mostly associated with it's deep nature. The room seems foggy, almost, though the vision is sharp and clear.Dust Trails
Through the crack in the curtains, the outside world is visible, in the strange blue of a passed rainstorm with still grey skies at dusk. The air smells of burning. Sweet burning. The smell is familiar but unconnected. Realized later, incense of some sort.
My head feels funny
by ~gummy-bear-power
Blue Cap Narrative A man sat alone on a subway. Well, a boy, really. A boy who had poorly argued himself into believing himself to be a man. He felt more like a boy right now. Subways did that to him; made him uneasy. He sat alone, between the sheets of a pulled apart newspaper, an empty styrofoam mug his closest neighbor, laying abandoned on its side a few inches from his right hand.Blue Cap Narrative
His blue woolen hat fit snugly to his head. It was hardly a noteworthy item; a simply cap he'd picked up at a ski lodge when his own had been forgotten. But he rather liked this hat. He had b
by ~gummy-bear-power
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Druby `larafairie
never grow up.I have a monster living underneath my bed.never grow up.
He’s made up of burnt frog skin, white-red cobweb veined eyes and a collection of missing pebble teeth. Sometimes we play scrabble.
(The first time he was just a mechanical hum beneath the bowing wooden planks, he was just a faint smell of green and he was just a hot cloud of fog around my lips. It’s the wind, it’s the wind, I breathed. Then he breathed back, heavy and loud and monster-like; AM NOT.)
He always spoke in capitals; MONSTERS ARE MUCH TOO SCARY FOR LOWER-CASED LETTERS, he informed me one night under pink covers. I shined the flashlight
by =Pretty-As-A-Picture
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jesus may walk on water, but chuck norris can swim on land.
Hey, I got a club... join it, ~TheClans
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I like pie!
jesus may walk on water, but chuck norris can swim on land.
Hey, I got a club... join it, ~TheClans
Hey, I got another club... this one was created by me
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