Les Ailes de la liberte“Come one! Come all!” The ticket master announced into the night air as families filled the giant red and white tent behind him. “See the creatures from your wildest dreams!” A young man stands by his father’s white Buick, and today just so happens to be his birthday. He held a small leather sketchbook in his hand with “J.E” inscribed on the cover. His father stood next to him, resting a hand on his shoulder before following the crowd to the ticket line, a sickness pitting in the boy’s stomach. Performers danced all around him, jugglers, contortionists, and magicians alike. They looked happy to get all the attention the incoming crowd was giving them. A little too happy.. The two men purchased their tickets and found a seat along the back row of the circular stands, a brightly lit ring in the center of the tent.Les Ailes de la liberte by LejionPounce21
“Dad, I want to go home,” the boy whispered just as the lights were dimmed, leaving only a single spotlight in the m
A quick look at Dave Striders personal rhymesRose RoseA quick look at Dave Striders personal rhymes by Fruitatious
How do you look at me so sweetly
What do you see in that fruity martini
Is it darkness or light in you eyes
Can you will you keep me high
Lips of soft pink taste of fine wine on my tongue
And I need you here Rose the night is still young
So kiss me and laugh your snark all but faded
And its not really you but fuck it im jaded
Just look at me and see a brother a lover
I dont care so long as your mine tonight
Flower BoyAn early morning sun stretched it’s first rays across and small neighborhood, greeting children at the windows of small houses as they first crawl out of bed, warming old men playing chess in gardens and bathing everything in soft color. It washed the town in a surreal glow, a scene cut from a quaint fairy tale, and that’s what it was.Flower Boy by Fruitatious
There were few people on the street at this time of day, and the silence was a nice change of pace from the inner city only a few miles away. Dave absently wondered why they didn’t get more orders from places like this. He’d been running deliveries for his brother since he turned fourteen, most order taking him only a few blocks to an office on an anniversary, or to an apartment for birthdays, with the occasional caterer asking to meet him at some high brow restaurant on the other side of the city. Usually the distance was short enough for him to forgo any transportation, usually opting for a jog or leisurely stride. Today though
Throwing StonesMolten sparks shoot from chapped lips as long known words are finally spoken, simple words so contrary to those said a thousand times over. Drunk on power and Bourbon she stumbled closer to the man she could hurt so easily, heels on marble resonated through the silent hall as faceless men and women looked on, to real for the woman to acknowledge. Shoulders tense and wide, he seems small to her as she strode toward him, in her blood, rage and poison roared.Throwing Stones by Fruitatious
White fabric stained in brown now wet on his chest, clung and sagged on his front. Her drink emptied onto him as she sneered and barked at him, every word echoing in his head. Slowly as if his body weighed a ton he turned to leave, her form stood unmoving behind him watching him go, she didn't bother to stop him.
Outside the world was dark and brisk, he shivered and he walked to his truck beat up and ugly next to high class cars surrounding it. He wretched the door open purposefully denting the car next to his with it, and got in. Fo
Striders Don't Cry The Texas sun flooded into the room and shined onto the sleeping teenager's face, slowly waking him from a deep sleep. With a grudge, he wiped his eyes and fumbled around the bedside table, hand probing for his sunglasses. As his fingers came into touch with the smooth plastic, he raised them up, unfolded the arms, and slipped them on. The sun was instantly tinted and the room became a dark shade of amber as he opened his eyes and looked through the lenses. He yawned and stretched his slender, yet masculine arms above his head, his joints popping quietly. He threw his legs over the side of the bed and eased up onto his feet. He looked over at the alarm clock, sighing at the time. It was only 8:05. Wearing only his crimson boxers and his blonde hair in a mess, the boy shuffled across the floor and held his hand out towards the glistening door handle. As his fingers came into contact with the cold metal, a shiver ran down his spine and he slowly tStriders Don't Cry by LejionPounce21
Merry Christmas Dave! Your name is Dave Strider and it's like Christmas up in here.Merry Christmas Dave! by Cornflake-Chan
'Up in here' being your living room considering it is November. You aren't sure where the decorations came from, but if you had to guess, the Lalondes would have had to bring them along. If not them, Egbert or Crocker did. Then again, you weren't sure if Jade or Jake celebrated Christmas on their island...
Either way, the living room was getting covered in tinsel and lights and it was just becoming the most disturbing and abnormal sight you have ever seen happen to your apartment.
“John! Be careful with that box!” You could hear Jane advise her clumsy ecto-brother as he waddled down the hallway with a set of boxes marked 'fragile'. John sat the box down in the living room and laughed down the hallway.
“It's fine! Sheesh!” He turns to face you and jabs a thumb at the box over his shoulder. “Hey, Dave, wanna help put these up?” You glance at the b
To Break The Dark SilenceTo Break The Dark Silence by Roxas51496
The young troll stood silently, simply staring at his new surroundings. He was worried, not about himself but about his friends that he had left behind. Had he really failed? The young troll shuddered, looking around, hoping to find someone he knew.
Someone he recognized.
But there was no one in sight. He was alone in this dark, cold place. He'd begun to wander around, hoping to find some form of solace.
"Please...someone...anyone." The young troll pleaded. "Don't leave me here alone.."
Almost ready to give up the search, as it seemed no one would ever answer his calls, he heard a faint voice call back in the distance. His eyes, darting back and forth, searching for the source of the voice. But somehow, it was different. A figure becomes visible in the distance. It seems almost too good to be true, seeing a friend again at this moment.
Maybe it is too good to be true.
As the boy continues to step forward, some of his features become recognizable. Like a pale phantom shrouded in red. Hi