'Twas the night...‘Twas the night before Orientation, when all through my head,'Twas the night... by QuirkyBrainiac
many a thought were stirring, with each one made of lead.
The plane was flown with much finesse,
in hopes of landing with quite the success.
At MSU, the students planned their lives and explored the land,
while visions of upcoming classes were close at hand.
And Ilse in her blazer, and I in my tee,
had just settled our minds that I’ll never be free.
When two months later there arose a new year,
I held onto my old life and ways oh so dear.
Away to the dorm I plodded like a zombie,
my roommate clothed in Abercrombie.
The isolation in the beginning of this new life,
was discouraging and full of heartache and strife.
So like Frankie’s Monster I sought to be included,
and though I’ve come far, I still like to be secluded.
With challenging classes at the start of college,
I knew in that moment I’d have much more knowledge.
More quickly than lightning T & C came,
and the syllabus gave more readings tha
ShadowmanShadows dancing on the wall,Shadowman by QuirkyBrainiac
waiting, waiting for me to fall.
Taunting and twirling,
my mind left swirling.
Mr. Shadowman pulls his strings,
and his puppets sing strange things.
Their shrieks echo in my mind,
and around broken souls my thoughts wind.
Creatures weep and bawl,
their cries making me crawl.
Bones rattle, clatter, and shake,
making my nerves quiver and quake.
Mr. Magicman waves his fingers,
causing snythes to shoot their stingers,
wraiths to writhe their waking mares,
and imps to scuffle, brandishing their dares.
Flights of never-ending stairs bar my way,
and to that, this is what I have to say:
“Set me free from this damned hell!
All it does is make black tides swell,
and Mr. Voodooman!, release my bonds
and destroy those dried palm fronds!
All they do, in their humanoid forms,
is cause pain and strife...oh the horrid storms!
Why do you keep me from rising above,
and drive away all those I love?!...”
My words are cut off,
making the demons scoff
as Mr. Puppetma
Tails Thud...thud thud...THUD! I cracked open the eye closest to where the thudding came from, only to be met with six, sparkling amber eyes—pupils constricted and intent—and little tails flapping all over like brightly banded, writhing snakes. I flick an ear in their direction, and all rustling stops. Closing my eye once again, I listen for paws tearing up the ground. When they’re only a short distance away, I start to rise, baring my fangs in a ferocious roar, eyes blazing. My display startles the youngest, causing him to skid on the damp ground and hightail it to the nearest bush for protection, the cub’s quivering making the berries fall off.Tails by QuirkyBrainiac
His two older siblings keep charging, the female disappearing for a moment before tackling my head from behind, and the male barreling straight into my chest. I collapse in slow motion, as if their impacts caused it, purring a deep, throaty chuckle. Rolling onto my back, the cubs pummel my bell
Little SoldierThe lonely little soldier on top of the hillLittle Soldier by QuirkyBrainiac
knows he must fall; it's part of the drill.
He appears so lost, and doesn't know what to do...
so he looks with searching eyes up to the great blue.
He thinks and he ponders about what may come,
and while the heavens are uncaring, the wind starts to hum.
A spirited dirge on fluttery wings
is the only clue of what the future brings.
Its whispers tell of ages past,
and how the time has flown so fast.
The little soldier closes his eyes,
letting his heart say its last goodbyes.
Wrinkles tell of experiences taking their toll,
and wearily speak of the years they stole.
Fragile, leathery skin with holes and cracks
show how the little soldier's taken too many hacks.
His comrades have fallen one by one,
each of their landings like fire from a gun.
A crack is heard and he's over the edge, falling.
As he tumbles, his soul answers a calling,
rising above and looking upon the shell that once held him.
The limbo between life and death fades and becomes di
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