Poll: Excuse me... Do you have any Grey Poupon?
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View poll results: Excuse me... Do you have any Grey Poupon?
Green
1 20%
Blue
0 0%
Red
4 80%
Voters: 5.
#1
Were Tolerance a Virtue


The barrel was empty,
as if screaming "please fill me".
And the chamber was full,
of only room with a view.

Soon she will bring satisfaction to all.
Slide them in slowly,
this lead will kill quickly.

What would you expect from a lonely old gal,
"If I can take care of others,
then I can take care of myself"

So much was done for so little respect.
Use her, then replace her,
like your fattest little cigarette.

Soon she will bring satisfaction to all.
Pull back the hammer,
aim higher, then fire.

So much for peace in this room for the quiet.
Poor Mr. Black was the only thing silenced.

Miss with a couple,
but hit where it counts.
These books on the shelves,
left with lead in their mouths.

Now she has brought satisfaction to all.
So she'll go dust the mantle.
Her hands are so gentle.



Seven Steps

seven steps...

Icicles hang by golden thread,
suspended as condensed breath,
lifted above oaken limbs.
These arms are frigid, limp.

Here, it appears Stiltskin returned
to plunder glass children, tear lace gowns.
Ash still rises from the hearth,
moonlight streaks, bars over view.

opaque,
this room was a mirror.

wealth.
dignity.
age.

-

Stealth. Waiting as a footstep, not quite a shadow.
Perspire! Perspire! Slip through fingers-readjust grasp.
The click of heels melds with the tock-tick
of fingers on a clock, between stationary eyes.

green,
black,
red.

*Gasp*
Clunk,
cling, clang.

-

"Welcome to my manor,
pleased to have you stay."



No, No, I Asked For Ketchup.

A man knocked on the door three times before being let in. He was hoping to crack a new business venture. He wasn't in the army anymore, but he still used it for his greetings; He thought it sounded intimidating. Mr. Brody had five other individual characters over for dinner that night as well, but the intimidation factor would surely be enough to set him apart, he thought, anyhow.

As they ate he watched the eyes of the ambigious diners, whom he knew only by their aliases. That's all they knew him by as well. He was somewhat skeptical of a man sitting in the corner, dressed in green. He looked like he belonged in a children's novel. But no, nothing could distract the man from making his proposal tonight.

After dinner, he shared a cup of tea with only Mr. Brody, where he made his offer. Mr. Brody said he would "consider it," which essentially meant a no. He could see it in Brody's eyes.

The somewhat mellow character made his way into a room smelling of fresh bread and hastily blown out candles. There was no plumber in sight, but he'd serve as one tonight. He threw his yellow hat to the floor and dislocated some sockets. With a silver spanner, he left blood splattered on the checkerboard and walked out the door.

Shimmer sirens made their way down the street, to catch a criminal that left his crime somewhat incomplete.
#2
I messed up on mine.
I'm such an idiot...

I guess that's why you don't wait until the day before to write a piece...
Quote by Cal UK
Alk hit the nail on the head there.
#5
Quote by Alk 3 addict
I messed up on mine.
I'm such an idiot...

I guess that's why you don't wait until the day before to write a piece...


Day before? Pfft, I waited until the day after then wrote something in my notebook in five minutes

I vote for the first one (can't remember the colour)
#6
How can you wait til the day after.
and I meant the day it was due...
Quote by Cal UK
Alk hit the nail on the head there.
#8
Vote ya bastards (and I mean that in the nicest way possible). 69 views, 4 votes.
Quote by Cal UK
Alk hit the nail on the head there.