Breathe, Girl in the Black Jacket, and Haunted Houses
*A/N* Hey. These are some things that seemed a tad long for Ideas and Thoughts. I kinda liked them, so hopefully everybody else will!
A Feast!
Servants! Prepare a feast!
For on this day are we saved
From the prospect of a dismal world
Devoid of that apricot pie we all crave
A banquet! A ball!
Invite everyone
Each author, each poet
Living under the sun
Celebrate we must,
And celebrate we shall!
You, there! Run along,
Prepare the banquet hall!
Such feasting and revelry,
Such merriment tonight!
We must welcome the guest of honor,
Sir James, who saved us from our plight!
This gracious gentleman,
Sophie--Prologue
Did you know that Sophie supposedly means wise-one? I didn’t until my friend, John, pointed it out. We’re best friends. John’s name means god is gracious? Well, that seems to fit John perfectly. God sure must’ve felt gracious when he picked out John’s suit of armor. He’s really clever and a genius and he knows everything. He should have been named Sophie.
Half Blood Part XXVIII--The Triumph
Archflame dropped out of the sky so fast that Varian couldn't follow him. He stared as the black dragon landed full on Darkspine's back. Darkspine collapsed with a snap. Then Archflame slashed at Darkspine's eyes.
The Saving of the Apricot
The news came that fateful day,
"ApricotPie must go away."
The news was met with tears,
For loss of memories of the years.
Some sighed and went on their way,
Others said "No! Apricot must stay!"
We saw no way of saving the pie,
And despaired, thinking it must fly.
Lady Mary founded the outpost,
The cabin the castle to host.
This news was great, yet sighs stayed,
And the best of the situation was made.
Musical Isolation
We put the buds in our ears And the phones on our heads We wear them in our cars At our desks and in our beds We have the pods for me and you And we carry them around Connect the cord and turn it on Block out sound with sound
In My Loneliness, I Will Love
In my loneliness, I will love Though no one loves me yet So I have no need for tears No cause for me to fret If I have no lover’s hand to hold I’ll hold a wrinkled shaking one And hear them tell their stories of Their own life, nearly done If I have no lips to kiss I’ll kiss a crying child’s knee And soothe her hurt a little bit As someone else once did for me If I have no one to share With thoughts and hopes and dreams I’ll keep on wishing, keep on thinking And hope he dreams of me
O Frabjous Day!
HATTER: On the Frabjous day, when the White Queen again wears the crown—on that day, I shall Futterwacken—vvvigorously.
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HATTER: O Frabjous day! Calloo, callay! [begins to dance]
ALICE: What is he doing?
CHESHIRE: Futterwacken.
-Tim Burton’s Alice in Wonderland
(apricotpie restoration celebration)
O Frabjous Day! Calloo, callay!
The beast is slain;
Our grove will stay!
O Frabjous Day! Calloo, callay!
O Frabjous Day!—Have you yet heard?
The attack of the beast THE-END occurred;
The Life and Times of an Average Tin Can
He sat there. All he did was sit, sitting in anticipation as the shoppers passed him by with their wheeled baskets.
He sat here with all the others in a nice neat row. They all just watched and they waited for something to happen, and it did. A shadow fell over them and a clammy hand reached for the one sitting next to him. He was disappointed but the clammy hand knocked him over anyway. The twang of metal sounded as he rolled on the floor. He was put on the shelf again now beaten up and all wrapped up in his misery.
Names
Ceridwyn Sibyl Ilyania
Celedryl Skyler/Skylar Jahiro
Cormyr Serenity Jahero
Sythandria Rosanna Jack