Fezziwig

“Missed me, missed me, now you’ve got to kiss me~” Sweet as sugar, the lilting voice called from across the grass, a childish giggle accompanying it. The girl slowly, one delicate step at a time, approached him, until she stood barely inches from him, her face nearly touching his. She tilted her head at him, smiling innocently. “Well~? You missed me, da~.” He could feel her breath against his skin; it too was sweet, to match her voice. It reminded him of honey and sugar, and the smell was starting to make him feel sick. Her shiny, dark lavender eyes bore into his own, the picture of classic childish innocence. He smi

It was a hideously perfect day. Skies of blue, cute, fluffy white clouds scattered across it in just the right places, enough to hide a little sun and cool it all down, but not enough to ruin the effect of the sky. He shuffled out onto his porch, stretching and yawning, breathing in the smell of the bright, summer day. “Ahh, I couldn’t ask for a nicer day for my birthday!” Alfred grinned at the empty, green lawn in front of him and turned to head back into his house, to go find some breakfast, before a flash of white caught his eye. He glanced back, towards the hanging, bronze mailbox on the side of his house, a white envelope

The year was 1901, but he remembered it like it was yesterday. The date, scribbled across the top of the paper in that familiar, chicken scratch hand writing, would be forever stamped in his mind. There was no way he would ever let himself forget that day, the day his house emptied at last. He had grown so used to having them around, so used to never being alone, always having someone at his side when he needed them. But now, as of 1901, that was no more. Now he was alone. The Spanish Empire was no more. His children, one by one, turned away from him, seeking their freedom in any way possible. At first, though resisting, though trying to k

He was trying to drown his troubles. He knew, deep down, that it would do no good, but still. It was worth a try. Alcohol had a certain…healing quality to it. It couldn’t make the pain go away, but oh, hell, it could sure numb it. And he’d settle for that for now. He’d settle for about anything now. Anything was better than....than this, whatever the hell that was. He didn't even know. He couldn't explain it, not even to himself. It was just an ache, deep down in his chest. But he couldn't bring himself to put it quite like that. Heartache? Hah. As if. Ah. So there he was, sitting at the bar, pressing his face into hi

It was Tuesday in the aquarium where my mother was wandering about like wild wilder-beast on a hot summer night. Somewhere in this vicinity lie thirty explosive car loving maniacs that were about to implode on top of a monkey. Rutabaga may have the key to solving someone’s otherworldly diabolical schemes. So once the maniacs were done with their high, the explosive materials exploded. BOOM ! went the explosives. Just then the dolphins arrived with guns blazing rainbows made from watermelons and puppies. The puppies had mysterious star sparkles that if you touched them they would DETONATE INTO A BABY goose. Lisa Frank owned the fields tha

He crouches low Beside his troops Gaze intense Locked upon the horizon The heat blurring his view Turning the oncoming onslaught Into a blur of terror. But strong he must stand For his people They need him And he needs them For a war is no war Without a soldier’s pride. His body is lean Muscular and dark From his years of hard work The skin glistens in the sun A mixture of sweat And magic. Magic Their secret weapon The trick that would give them The upper hand in this matter The trick That would let them win Give them Invincibility. Maji maji Their magic water It stops the bullets Keeps them alive Stops the

Her childhood is lost. The innocence of days spent running through the grass, the time spent picking flowers with the pollen tickling her nose, it is lost. Lost, and gone to a place too far to be found. Buried under all of this debris. She stares. Remembering. Memories. The news, turned on every night, promptly at six. She would always turn away from the screen, turning to her dolls and toys, blocking out what they were saying. She was young - yes. But stupid - no. She knew what they meant, if only the basics. "Today, America entered the war, making this a near promise to be World War III. The president stated early this morning that nuclea