Poetry competition CLOSED 25th March 2014 9:11pm
WINNER
rain1courtel (RainC)
rain1courtel (RainC)
RUNNERS-UP:
Atakti
and HadesRising
Debbie Does Neverland - Rated [X]
Anonymous said:<< post removed >>
I know what you're suggesting MadameLavender, but I'm not that kind of guy. If you and Hades are up for it, then that's cool in my books, whatever floats your boat, but this ain't the Swingers Comp.
On another matter, I'm officially announcing that all poets are eligible to submit 2 entries in this comp.
I know what you're suggesting MadameLavender, but I'm not that kind of guy. If you and Hades are up for it, then that's cool in my books, whatever floats your boat, but this ain't the Swingers Comp.
On another matter, I'm officially announcing that all poets are eligible to submit 2 entries in this comp.
Anonymous
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case28 said: Anonymous said:<< post removed >>
I know what you're suggesting MadameLavender, but I'm not that kind of guy. If you and Hades are up for it, then that's cool in my books, whatever floats your boat, but this ain't the Swingers Comp.
On another matter, I'm officially announcing that all poets are eligible to submit 2 entries in this comp.
I seen this comment and my first thought was, "Oh hell, what has ML got me into now?" This I remembered I volunteered for another piece.
I know what you're suggesting MadameLavender, but I'm not that kind of guy. If you and Hades are up for it, then that's cool in my books, whatever floats your boat, but this ain't the Swingers Comp.
On another matter, I'm officially announcing that all poets are eligible to submit 2 entries in this comp.
I seen this comment and my first thought was, "Oh hell, what has ML got me into now?" This I remembered I volunteered for another piece.
In the Land of Faraway…
Once upon a time a long time ago when the earth was young, there lived a princess in a tower. She has been exchanged for a beauty potion by her mother Queen Illona, at age One, to a Witch called Birch, whose name was always mispronounced.
After taking the potion, the Queen became an eternal beauty and the King never became unfaithful. Well, he couldn’t because if he became unfaithful he would divert back to his true form, a Frog. Needless to say, he was always exhausted because he was at the Queen’s kinky beck and call. She liked the way he flicked his tongue and leaped without looking. In days out of time, she used to get paid for her tricks, but now she was the Queen and had one willing performer to do her well.
Together they had 12 other beautiful daughters. These daughters, I must say, loved to frequent the local bar to dance all night. They inherited their mother’s good looks and their father’s froggy nimbleness.
Most often than not, they wore out their dancing shoes or lose them while frolicking with the many Prince Charmings on the dance floor. To their credit they frolicked in drive-ins and parks too. Sometimes they lose their knickers and stockings there, much to their maids’ chagrin.
As for the princess in the tower, who was called Rapunzel, by the way; she never spoke to anybody except for Witch Bitch…errr, Birch. They would play strip poker, where the Princess always seemed to lose her clothes no matter how many times she won. The witch would cackle evilly then and poked her all over. She didn’t like the poking much, although she did feel fine with some of the Witch’s longer and slower prodding.
The witch loved to go away on vacations, and sometimes would stay away for many weeks, leaving Rapunzel lonely, and missing strip poker.
She always looked out from the one single window in the tower, just to listen to the distant birds. One day she saw a strange figure on a horseback and she knew immediately that it was someone just like her. She waved at the figure, calling out to it.
The figure waved back and got down from his horse, walked to the tower and started to climb. There was a good steel ladder embedded on the wall, well… how else did the witch climb down.
He stepped in through the window into the huge room that Rapunzel lived in. He was amazed at Rapunzel’s beauty but wondered about her hair. Well, not for the lack of trying but it was badly combed and not well cut. Shoulder length actually; she tried to grow them long but couldn’t stand the lice invasion, so she gave up.
Shampoo was so difficult to get, Birch was not really generous.
Anyway, the two young people gazed at each other in fascination. They talked long, and right into the night. They told each other their adventures and stories; well the young man whose name was Derrick did; Rapunzel had nothing to add except she played strip poker and sing, and listened to birds.
Done with stories, they decided to play what she liked best: strip poker. Having practiced almost every day of her life Rapunzel was better at it then Derrick, so he ended up without a stitch of cloth on him. Needless to say, she was curious as to why he looked different then her and in trepidation she took off all her clothes to count the dissimilarities.
They started to count together pointing and touching, until Derrick could not stand it any longer. So he took her up and sat her on a table and told her, he would count all of hers in a few good strokes. The strokes were many of course, and Rapunzel enjoyed it tremendously.
Despite being sore and quite swollen, she wanted more and so he obliged by allowing her to treat him like a spout. He did empty it into her swollen self though.
They both concurred that they could not stay in the tower forever so they decided to climb down and go into the world. It was still a wonder to her, but she sportingly got up behind Derrick on his horse and they galloped away. They went to live in a distant village, where Derrick worked as a smith, and shoe horses.
Actually the noble steed he rode on belonged to some gentry’s son, which he borrowed for the day.
He lived with Rapunzel happily ever after, raising seven children.
As for Witch Bitch…err Birch, she was so distraught by the disappearance of Rapunzel that she drank herself blind in the local tavern, thereby earning the name Lola; maybe because she liked the feathers in her hair.
Be that as it may, everybody lived happily ever after, even Thumper and Bambi, who were always hunted by Derrick for food
Ends
*Starring fairytales characters, Rapunzel, the 12 Dancing Princesses, The Frog Prince, Bambi and Ilona Staller*
Once upon a time a long time ago when the earth was young, there lived a princess in a tower. She has been exchanged for a beauty potion by her mother Queen Illona, at age One, to a Witch called Birch, whose name was always mispronounced.
After taking the potion, the Queen became an eternal beauty and the King never became unfaithful. Well, he couldn’t because if he became unfaithful he would divert back to his true form, a Frog. Needless to say, he was always exhausted because he was at the Queen’s kinky beck and call. She liked the way he flicked his tongue and leaped without looking. In days out of time, she used to get paid for her tricks, but now she was the Queen and had one willing performer to do her well.
Together they had 12 other beautiful daughters. These daughters, I must say, loved to frequent the local bar to dance all night. They inherited their mother’s good looks and their father’s froggy nimbleness.
Most often than not, they wore out their dancing shoes or lose them while frolicking with the many Prince Charmings on the dance floor. To their credit they frolicked in drive-ins and parks too. Sometimes they lose their knickers and stockings there, much to their maids’ chagrin.
As for the princess in the tower, who was called Rapunzel, by the way; she never spoke to anybody except for Witch Bitch…errr, Birch. They would play strip poker, where the Princess always seemed to lose her clothes no matter how many times she won. The witch would cackle evilly then and poked her all over. She didn’t like the poking much, although she did feel fine with some of the Witch’s longer and slower prodding.
The witch loved to go away on vacations, and sometimes would stay away for many weeks, leaving Rapunzel lonely, and missing strip poker.
She always looked out from the one single window in the tower, just to listen to the distant birds. One day she saw a strange figure on a horseback and she knew immediately that it was someone just like her. She waved at the figure, calling out to it.
The figure waved back and got down from his horse, walked to the tower and started to climb. There was a good steel ladder embedded on the wall, well… how else did the witch climb down.
He stepped in through the window into the huge room that Rapunzel lived in. He was amazed at Rapunzel’s beauty but wondered about her hair. Well, not for the lack of trying but it was badly combed and not well cut. Shoulder length actually; she tried to grow them long but couldn’t stand the lice invasion, so she gave up.
Shampoo was so difficult to get, Birch was not really generous.
Anyway, the two young people gazed at each other in fascination. They talked long, and right into the night. They told each other their adventures and stories; well the young man whose name was Derrick did; Rapunzel had nothing to add except she played strip poker and sing, and listened to birds.
Done with stories, they decided to play what she liked best: strip poker. Having practiced almost every day of her life Rapunzel was better at it then Derrick, so he ended up without a stitch of cloth on him. Needless to say, she was curious as to why he looked different then her and in trepidation she took off all her clothes to count the dissimilarities.
They started to count together pointing and touching, until Derrick could not stand it any longer. So he took her up and sat her on a table and told her, he would count all of hers in a few good strokes. The strokes were many of course, and Rapunzel enjoyed it tremendously.
Despite being sore and quite swollen, she wanted more and so he obliged by allowing her to treat him like a spout. He did empty it into her swollen self though.
They both concurred that they could not stay in the tower forever so they decided to climb down and go into the world. It was still a wonder to her, but she sportingly got up behind Derrick on his horse and they galloped away. They went to live in a distant village, where Derrick worked as a smith, and shoe horses.
Actually the noble steed he rode on belonged to some gentry’s son, which he borrowed for the day.
He lived with Rapunzel happily ever after, raising seven children.
As for Witch Bitch…err Birch, she was so distraught by the disappearance of Rapunzel that she drank herself blind in the local tavern, thereby earning the name Lola; maybe because she liked the feathers in her hair.
Be that as it may, everybody lived happily ever after, even Thumper and Bambi, who were always hunted by Derrick for food
Ends
*Starring fairytales characters, Rapunzel, the 12 Dancing Princesses, The Frog Prince, Bambi and Ilona Staller*
Ok, my brothers and sisters, for my next act I give to you
SNOW WHITE CHAPEL BENEATH A CRIMSON VEIL
She sold her tricks
On the streets
With the seven whores
She's Madame Snow
White silk sheets
Stained blood red and more
Her whores worked nights
Under moons
Weeping with despair
Beneath death's threat
Silken doom
Jack walks from his lair
The Whitechapel Demon
Is the right hand of God
The sinners will suffer
His wrath, the lightning rod
Smells of despair
Run down slums
Whitechapel's glory
Made in brothels
Of Snow White
And fairy stories
Legend made real
In night's grip
The death of seven
Beautiful whores
Bound and ripped
Beyond far heaven
He scents their flesh
In heavy rain
The perfumed taint
Smells so sweetly
Jack longs for
One little taste
NO!
Those wicked thoughts
Provoking
Violence unbound
To slice and dice
Wicked whores
On Whitechapel steps
The Whitechapel Demon
Is the right hand of God
The sinners will suffer
His wrath, the lightning rod
Rivers of blood
Forge his name
In tales of legend
Snow White and her
Seven whores
The slaughter begins
SNOW WHITE CHAPEL BENEATH A CRIMSON VEIL
She sold her tricks
On the streets
With the seven whores
She's Madame Snow
White silk sheets
Stained blood red and more
Her whores worked nights
Under moons
Weeping with despair
Beneath death's threat
Silken doom
Jack walks from his lair
The Whitechapel Demon
Is the right hand of God
The sinners will suffer
His wrath, the lightning rod
Smells of despair
Run down slums
Whitechapel's glory
Made in brothels
Of Snow White
And fairy stories
Legend made real
In night's grip
The death of seven
Beautiful whores
Bound and ripped
Beyond far heaven
He scents their flesh
In heavy rain
The perfumed taint
Smells so sweetly
Jack longs for
One little taste
NO!
Those wicked thoughts
Provoking
Violence unbound
To slice and dice
Wicked whores
On Whitechapel steps
The Whitechapel Demon
Is the right hand of God
The sinners will suffer
His wrath, the lightning rod
Rivers of blood
Forge his name
In tales of legend
Snow White and her
Seven whores
The slaughter begins
underlinglinguus and master walt's double dead male feature with erotic overtures for the mommies and daddies cuffed in
scene one take one the warrior cunt growls cut
late (lights on), i open fling walt's office door, a raw sheaf of dilated inkings to show like a birth baby covered in bloody type face, opps, his eyes closed, holding a smoke, drag-choking it like a tyranny looking for her "i don't take checks baby" check, his pants at the ankles, the other hand inferentially stroking the bank pen, two feet of receipt wide paper litters the floor, the contraption on his temples, the "Reverie Writer" R&D called it, "don't you fucking knock. you know i hate people to see me smoke", spinning to turn before i've barely entered, "turn around goddamit and give me those papers in your hands and then,… fucking go home and forget you were here ", i toss my dirt thoughts to desk and go, walt scans the title and holds his cock pen a little dearer,thinks he may need the drycleaner for the pants later and reads on
the vagina dentata castrates the depraved spire
once upon a time, take any story you like, the prince was to save the princess from the evil witch who would cut out the princesses heart with an ax, the step mother who would cook her in the stove, the cunt step sisters who would have her lick ash while they feet climbed the prince tree in size ten stilettos like horny lumberjacks but well sometimes the prince is a big eyed sharper toothed wolf who goes by the name of alex the large, on account of his horse dong, and his propensity to take his depravity king sized like grannies closet mutilation, after the rape of course, (even sadist princes have redeeming qualities), and well alex was looking for a little gal he had chosen from the club that night to be his girl but she pulled the bowler over his eyes, jumped out broken the glass limo window (leaving a blood stained sneaker behind) and ran, such a playful thing he mused, and then had his royal droog knights chop of a foot (just one of course, you do remember his redeeming qualities) of every gal in town till even the special gals fairy god mother cop piggies could not stop alex from "ultra- violence" necro-toe fucking her little piggies wee weeing bloody blood all the way home and then bringing his girl home to be the queen of his fifty shades of deeper blacker red than the devils reverse barbed cock dungeon fantasies while the royal million piano bangs and the choir sings from lovely, lovely, lugwig van "Freude, schoener Goetterfunken, Tochter aus Elysium…", but as the staccato drum beat of amputated one footed girls began to fill the streets and word from the depraved concrete woods spread over seas, a warrior women trained in arts of seduction and subterfuge to free the wood leg amputee ladies of the world from the hook eyes, sword cock depravities of our psychotic males hero alex, this warrior, the trojan magazine wife uprising mulan dresses as a submissive asian slave in all black open crotch latex and has herself sold and shipped to the prince , where he forgets about cutting off girls feet for a day or two to place his new tiger spread legged in chains in a cage beneath the castle,(this is the point of the story where the boys are disappointed) but when after (see disappointment, we won't satiate your sick lust to bleed the girl), let just say when prince alex tried to bed the tiger with his horse cock, she had laid a trap of hidden clawed teeth in her pussy roar and prince alex bled out dead, one leg short of a tripod
scene one take one the warrior cunt growls cut
late (lights on), i open fling walt's office door, a raw sheaf of dilated inkings to show like a birth baby covered in bloody type face, opps, his eyes closed, holding a smoke, drag-choking it like a tyranny looking for her "i don't take checks baby" check, his pants at the ankles, the other hand inferentially stroking the bank pen, two feet of receipt wide paper litters the floor, the contraption on his temples, the "Reverie Writer" R&D called it, "don't you fucking knock. you know i hate people to see me smoke", spinning to turn before i've barely entered, "turn around goddamit and give me those papers in your hands and then,… fucking go home and forget you were here ", i toss my dirt thoughts to desk and go, walt scans the title and holds his cock pen a little dearer,thinks he may need the drycleaner for the pants later and reads on
the vagina dentata castrates the depraved spire
once upon a time, take any story you like, the prince was to save the princess from the evil witch who would cut out the princesses heart with an ax, the step mother who would cook her in the stove, the cunt step sisters who would have her lick ash while they feet climbed the prince tree in size ten stilettos like horny lumberjacks but well sometimes the prince is a big eyed sharper toothed wolf who goes by the name of alex the large, on account of his horse dong, and his propensity to take his depravity king sized like grannies closet mutilation, after the rape of course, (even sadist princes have redeeming qualities), and well alex was looking for a little gal he had chosen from the club that night to be his girl but she pulled the bowler over his eyes, jumped out broken the glass limo window (leaving a blood stained sneaker behind) and ran, such a playful thing he mused, and then had his royal droog knights chop of a foot (just one of course, you do remember his redeeming qualities) of every gal in town till even the special gals fairy god mother cop piggies could not stop alex from "ultra- violence" necro-toe fucking her little piggies wee weeing bloody blood all the way home and then bringing his girl home to be the queen of his fifty shades of deeper blacker red than the devils reverse barbed cock dungeon fantasies while the royal million piano bangs and the choir sings from lovely, lovely, lugwig van "Freude, schoener Goetterfunken, Tochter aus Elysium…", but as the staccato drum beat of amputated one footed girls began to fill the streets and word from the depraved concrete woods spread over seas, a warrior women trained in arts of seduction and subterfuge to free the wood leg amputee ladies of the world from the hook eyes, sword cock depravities of our psychotic males hero alex, this warrior, the trojan magazine wife uprising mulan dresses as a submissive asian slave in all black open crotch latex and has herself sold and shipped to the prince , where he forgets about cutting off girls feet for a day or two to place his new tiger spread legged in chains in a cage beneath the castle,(this is the point of the story where the boys are disappointed) but when after (see disappointment, we won't satiate your sick lust to bleed the girl), let just say when prince alex tried to bed the tiger with his horse cock, she had laid a trap of hidden clawed teeth in her pussy roar and prince alex bled out dead, one leg short of a tripod
Blue Fairy Was A Porn Star
A top shelf demander
she would orgy like a whore
raise the stakes
with her magic wand
take on the challenge
of doing them all
Gepetto
'a dirty old man'
would often spend an evening
'while his wife slept'
with is hard wood in hand
watching Blue Fairy perform
her magic tricks
Pinocchio
'his project in those days'
had evidence
of his nightly activities
manifesting above his lip's
with every lie-he grew
because Blue Fairy
spilled her magic
over the face-of her appreciation
She came
when Gepetto called
he gifted her with his fingers
she begged him for more wood
and he gave her
his phallic puppetry
pulling the strings
while nailing his nightly fantasy
Jiminy Cricket
outside looking in...
(the window voyeur
yanking his stick)
Pinocchio's mouth was often fed
he swallowed all
of Blue Fairy's charms
keeping secret
the effects of her potion
he was becoming a human boy
lusting after
the girl down the road
until the day came that he
didn't need anyone to control him
He went after his desires
Gepetto and Blue Fairy
never saw Pinocchio again
Blue Fairy cast a spell on Gepetto
whenever he touched his wood
it would go soft
he went bankrupt
and his wife
ran off with the carpenter
Blue Fairy
went back to making porn movies
The End.
A top shelf demander
she would orgy like a whore
raise the stakes
with her magic wand
take on the challenge
of doing them all
Gepetto
'a dirty old man'
would often spend an evening
'while his wife slept'
with is hard wood in hand
watching Blue Fairy perform
her magic tricks
Pinocchio
'his project in those days'
had evidence
of his nightly activities
manifesting above his lip's
with every lie-he grew
because Blue Fairy
spilled her magic
over the face-of her appreciation
She came
when Gepetto called
he gifted her with his fingers
she begged him for more wood
and he gave her
his phallic puppetry
pulling the strings
while nailing his nightly fantasy
Jiminy Cricket
outside looking in...
(the window voyeur
yanking his stick)
Pinocchio's mouth was often fed
he swallowed all
of Blue Fairy's charms
keeping secret
the effects of her potion
he was becoming a human boy
lusting after
the girl down the road
until the day came that he
didn't need anyone to control him
He went after his desires
Gepetto and Blue Fairy
never saw Pinocchio again
Blue Fairy cast a spell on Gepetto
whenever he touched his wood
it would go soft
he went bankrupt
and his wife
ran off with the carpenter
Blue Fairy
went back to making porn movies
The End.
Please don't take my mischievous mind seriously, this isn't worthy of DU, but sometimes I just can't help myself.
Little Jack Horner
Sat in the corner,
Eating his sister's pie;
He put in his thumb,
And she had an orgasm,
And said “What a good lover am I!”
Little Jack Horner
Sat in the corner,
Eating his sister's pie;
He put in his thumb,
And she had an orgasm,
And said “What a good lover am I!”
Another kind of Oz
Oh you little fucking bitch
you're such a nasty pretty witch,
flying monkeys to sooth your quim
to go down on you instead of him.
I would love to give you a go
make you cum, nice and slow.
Your color green, means nothing to me
turn out the lights and see what I mean
do you like it hard and fast?
or slow and deep?
maybe in your ass.
Please lose the monkeys
and me you can keep,
wheres your sister
the quiet creep
she can cum too,
the two of you.
If that ape touches my leg again
you'll be one short
what's wrong with him?
I draw the line at nasty green bitches
monkeys are out
you understand witches.
Yes baby....I can give you what you need,
open your legs I aim to please.
what the fuck....that's no pussy
looks like the crotch of a monkeys wussy.
Where are the munchkins
I might have more luck
I heard the little people
really love to fuck.......
Oh you little fucking bitch
you're such a nasty pretty witch,
flying monkeys to sooth your quim
to go down on you instead of him.
I would love to give you a go
make you cum, nice and slow.
Your color green, means nothing to me
turn out the lights and see what I mean
do you like it hard and fast?
or slow and deep?
maybe in your ass.
Please lose the monkeys
and me you can keep,
wheres your sister
the quiet creep
she can cum too,
the two of you.
If that ape touches my leg again
you'll be one short
what's wrong with him?
I draw the line at nasty green bitches
monkeys are out
you understand witches.
Yes baby....I can give you what you need,
open your legs I aim to please.
what the fuck....that's no pussy
looks like the crotch of a monkeys wussy.
Where are the munchkins
I might have more luck
I heard the little people
really love to fuck.......
The Sweetest Heart
Far away under the sea, lived a mermaid. She would often get in trouble with her father, for
going to the surface. When the king heard what she had been doing, he was troubled.
“Daughter, there are many dangers at the surface! I forbid you to go,” he said. The mermaid
pretended to agree, but continued to follow the boats that passed above the sea kingdom.
One day, she saw a glorious ship, and followed it for many miles. There were soldiers and bright
flags, and a fiercely bearded captain. Then, a younger man stepped to the prow, and the
mermaid saw the prince. She couldn’t take her eyes off him, and followed the ship back to its
port. She watched, perched on a rock in the water, as the prince and his men continued their
journey inland. She sobbed, unable to follow with her mermaid tail.
One of her sisters, who had been following close behind, found her and brought her home. Her
sisters tried to convince her to forget about the land prince, but she cried and cried. The sea
witch heard about her journey and unhappiness, and one day found the mermaid on her own.
“I can help you, but it will cost you your voice,” she told her. The mermaid followed the sea
witch back to her lair and accepted the potion she was given. A terrible pressure filled her
throat, as the sea witch took her prize. She could hear her own heartbeat thundering in her
head and saw a gold mist, even with her eyes closed. Suddenly, she was blind, lost in a swirl of
bubbles and fainted in the dark waters.
When she woke up, she found herself washed up on a beach, her hand grasping tightly to a vial
with the potion inside. She opened her eyes in the bright light of the land, struggled up, and
drank it. There was a tearing sensation that started at her spine and ended at the tip of her tail.
Shivering, she cried silent tears, and when she finally had the courage to look, found herself with
two human legs, but bare.
She found some cottages nearby. One of them was empty, and she went in and took a simple
dress to wear. She left one of her jeweled seashells from her necklace as payment, and then set
off to find the prince.
The girl wandered for many miles, unable to ask anyone without her voice. She found the road
leading to the castle and then heard some soldiers walking past, on patrol. They were talking
about the prince going on a hunt. Soon after, she followed the huntsmen on their horses.
At a slower pace, she finally caught up with the group as it was getting dark. The prince was
enchanted with the girl, even though she could not speak. He spoke to her and smiled, and soon
had her nodding and smiling back. The prince brought her back to camp, and gave her some hot
food, then graciously gave her a small tent for the night and posted two guards to watch over
her.
A few hours later, the prince awoke; he could hear a strange slithering noise. He grabbed his
sword, and stepped outside his tent. In the faint light of the camp’s dying fire, he found his own
guards lying dead, both stabbed with their own swords. He heard the slithering noise again, and
turned towards it. It was one of the girl’s guards, sliding on the forest floor, leaving a black trail
behind him. As the prince stepped closer, he realized the guard was grasping his own entrails,
and bubbles of blood were coming out of his mouth and nose.
The prince called for his men, but realized even the horses, the owls, the wolves, had all fallen
silent. He ran to the girl’s tent, but it was empty. He raced into a small clearing, where he found
three more bodies, the chest cavities ripped open. He slipped, and fell into a hot, sticky softness.
His fingers inadvertently closed around something spongy. Fragments of bone crunched under
his knees.
He tried to stand, then stopped. There in the moonlight, the prince saw the girl, her pale skin
covered in black streaks. She walked towards him, her hands outstretched. Her eyes glowed
golden and her face had smatters of flesh falling from it.
“Yessssss,” she hissed.
As Marishka had expected, his heart was the tastiest.
Far away under the sea, lived a mermaid. She would often get in trouble with her father, for
going to the surface. When the king heard what she had been doing, he was troubled.
“Daughter, there are many dangers at the surface! I forbid you to go,” he said. The mermaid
pretended to agree, but continued to follow the boats that passed above the sea kingdom.
One day, she saw a glorious ship, and followed it for many miles. There were soldiers and bright
flags, and a fiercely bearded captain. Then, a younger man stepped to the prow, and the
mermaid saw the prince. She couldn’t take her eyes off him, and followed the ship back to its
port. She watched, perched on a rock in the water, as the prince and his men continued their
journey inland. She sobbed, unable to follow with her mermaid tail.
One of her sisters, who had been following close behind, found her and brought her home. Her
sisters tried to convince her to forget about the land prince, but she cried and cried. The sea
witch heard about her journey and unhappiness, and one day found the mermaid on her own.
“I can help you, but it will cost you your voice,” she told her. The mermaid followed the sea
witch back to her lair and accepted the potion she was given. A terrible pressure filled her
throat, as the sea witch took her prize. She could hear her own heartbeat thundering in her
head and saw a gold mist, even with her eyes closed. Suddenly, she was blind, lost in a swirl of
bubbles and fainted in the dark waters.
When she woke up, she found herself washed up on a beach, her hand grasping tightly to a vial
with the potion inside. She opened her eyes in the bright light of the land, struggled up, and
drank it. There was a tearing sensation that started at her spine and ended at the tip of her tail.
Shivering, she cried silent tears, and when she finally had the courage to look, found herself with
two human legs, but bare.
She found some cottages nearby. One of them was empty, and she went in and took a simple
dress to wear. She left one of her jeweled seashells from her necklace as payment, and then set
off to find the prince.
The girl wandered for many miles, unable to ask anyone without her voice. She found the road
leading to the castle and then heard some soldiers walking past, on patrol. They were talking
about the prince going on a hunt. Soon after, she followed the huntsmen on their horses.
At a slower pace, she finally caught up with the group as it was getting dark. The prince was
enchanted with the girl, even though she could not speak. He spoke to her and smiled, and soon
had her nodding and smiling back. The prince brought her back to camp, and gave her some hot
food, then graciously gave her a small tent for the night and posted two guards to watch over
her.
A few hours later, the prince awoke; he could hear a strange slithering noise. He grabbed his
sword, and stepped outside his tent. In the faint light of the camp’s dying fire, he found his own
guards lying dead, both stabbed with their own swords. He heard the slithering noise again, and
turned towards it. It was one of the girl’s guards, sliding on the forest floor, leaving a black trail
behind him. As the prince stepped closer, he realized the guard was grasping his own entrails,
and bubbles of blood were coming out of his mouth and nose.
The prince called for his men, but realized even the horses, the owls, the wolves, had all fallen
silent. He ran to the girl’s tent, but it was empty. He raced into a small clearing, where he found
three more bodies, the chest cavities ripped open. He slipped, and fell into a hot, sticky softness.
His fingers inadvertently closed around something spongy. Fragments of bone crunched under
his knees.
He tried to stand, then stopped. There in the moonlight, the prince saw the girl, her pale skin
covered in black streaks. She walked towards him, her hands outstretched. Her eyes glowed
golden and her face had smatters of flesh falling from it.
“Yessssss,” she hissed.
As Marishka had expected, his heart was the tastiest.
Debbie Does 101 Dalmatians...
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JEFFROSTY the Dahmer Man
A group of kids running wild, went to a field to play
Nearby cemetery deep in the woods, on a cold snowy day
Built a snowman, gave him a scarf, with tiny stripes of black
As if on cue, fierce winds blew, along came an old tattered hat
They gave him tree bark for his nose, his eyes; buttons of red
Then placed the old tattered hat, tightly upon his head
The hat belonged to a serial killer, who was beaten to death in jail
His evil spirit lives in the hat; his secret portal from hell
The snowman starts to glow inside, revealing the shadow of a man
And there stood Jeffrey Dahmer, with a hatchet in his hand
He blows demon dust in the air, the kids fall into a deep sleep
He carries them one by one, to an old house near the creek
Tied them to a chair; one dumbbell strike to the head
Waits for unconsciousness, then strangled them till they’re dead
Limb from limb, torso and head, his hatchet begins to cut
To feed his need, for flesh he breathes; he stores and eats the guts
He pares the flesh; dissolve it in acid, and dispose of it in a creek
Crushes the bones with a hammer and bury them; hide and seek
Searching for her brother, Super-head finds the abandon house
Jeffrosty grabs her from behind and rips apart her blouse
He pins her against the house, spreads her legs and yanks her skirt
Pulls out his frozen icicle and strokes her until she squirt
She drops to her knees, ready to please; he breaks her neck with a force
Stands over her dead body and masturbates over her corpse
When winter is over and the sun is out, Jeffrosty no longer dwell
He‘s summoned back to darkness; the deepest corner of Satan’s hell
He waits from below, eyeing the kids who are horribly bad
Those who tease and hurt other kids, bullying them till they’re sad
He seeks them out with vengeances; each winter he will attack
Just build a snowman and crown his head, with an evil old tattered hat
~Rain~
http://i1288.photobucket.com/albums/b484/Rainc1/imageedit_10_7285709589_zps70a7b319.jpg
A group of kids running wild, went to a field to play
Nearby cemetery deep in the woods, on a cold snowy day
Built a snowman, gave him a scarf, with tiny stripes of black
As if on cue, fierce winds blew, along came an old tattered hat
They gave him tree bark for his nose, his eyes; buttons of red
Then placed the old tattered hat, tightly upon his head
The hat belonged to a serial killer, who was beaten to death in jail
His evil spirit lives in the hat; his secret portal from hell
The snowman starts to glow inside, revealing the shadow of a man
And there stood Jeffrey Dahmer, with a hatchet in his hand
He blows demon dust in the air, the kids fall into a deep sleep
He carries them one by one, to an old house near the creek
Tied them to a chair; one dumbbell strike to the head
Waits for unconsciousness, then strangled them till they’re dead
Limb from limb, torso and head, his hatchet begins to cut
To feed his need, for flesh he breathes; he stores and eats the guts
He pares the flesh; dissolve it in acid, and dispose of it in a creek
Crushes the bones with a hammer and bury them; hide and seek
Searching for her brother, Super-head finds the abandon house
Jeffrosty grabs her from behind and rips apart her blouse
He pins her against the house, spreads her legs and yanks her skirt
Pulls out his frozen icicle and strokes her until she squirt
She drops to her knees, ready to please; he breaks her neck with a force
Stands over her dead body and masturbates over her corpse
When winter is over and the sun is out, Jeffrosty no longer dwell
He‘s summoned back to darkness; the deepest corner of Satan’s hell
He waits from below, eyeing the kids who are horribly bad
Those who tease and hurt other kids, bullying them till they’re sad
He seeks them out with vengeances; each winter he will attack
Just build a snowman and crown his head, with an evil old tattered hat
~Rain~
http://i1288.photobucket.com/albums/b484/Rainc1/imageedit_10_7285709589_zps70a7b319.jpg
