Fall Festival: Writer's Face-Off Voting

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Sally The Rag Doll


As a certain skeleton paraded ‘round
That totally frightening town square:
Rag Doll Sally, who down in the lab,
Was stripping the pantry bare.

She nicked stinky Frog’s Breath and Deadly Nightshade,
As part of her elaborate plan;
To sneak out of the lab, and go see Jack Skellington,
Halloween Town’s main man.

So after Finknlestein had slurped the concoction gone,
Sally walked right out the door;
But this victory would not last,
For shortly, Finkle was back, and mad to the core

Then Sally fled to the hill
(Where the tippity-top is curved),
It was there Jack sung his lamentation
Behind a grave, she observed.

“I know how you feel, Jack” Sally pitied,
As her boney friend walked away;
And as the morning sun arose,
Sally wished she had something more comforting to say.

(Fin)

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Flight of the Black Cat

In a town of screams and haunts,
Gaunts and fiends,
Blew a wind of dark October;
And from eave and alley over
Crawled a thin black cat.

A fountain burned and boiled,
Coiled and churned,
And through a mist evanescent
Peered eyes iridescent;
Eyes of a lone black cat.

Watched they as the skeleton walked,
Widened they as the skeleton talked
And drew up its height -
She fled to the night,
Flight of a little black cat.

Flew through grey to tree and moor,
Door and key -
A tree knob, a well,
Down which she fell;
Cry of the weary black cat.

In a town of light all sing,
Ring bells bright,
Rejoice that peace and Noël
Ensure all will be well -
And in the snow slept the cat.

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Untitled

How’s a Raven like a writing desk?
I always think of such things that always perplex
Everyone around me in this plain life
Where a girl is built to be a lady and later a wife
yet how can I live a life that’s dictated by one’s sex?

I know my duty
is not only to be the etiquette sense of beauty
But to also bring joy to my family’s name
for our fortune and riches can be the top of our game,
The game of keeping social integrity

But I don’t want that life me
Because of all the visions I see
there’s a white rabbit with a petticoat
Where there’s a foolish dodo that loves to gloat
The life I see if a whimsical fantasy

A fantasy of nonsense
That is ever constant
Which all in all allows me to be free
And be who I want to be
but that’s not the duty of a maiden’s existence.

I’m to be bound to a husband obedient and silent
And always be submissive and compliant
Yet a yearning grows larger in my heart
That oddily enough sets me farther apart
Of the structure forged by a society etiquette-savvy tyrant

At the end of the day I must submit
And fall to the duties I shall commit
To the point I don’t quite know who I am anymore
As I’m clearly not the same girl I was before
As I’m forced to live unhappily amongst the hypocrite

Of those who tries to convince me I will find happiness
When they themselves can hardly find the merriness
In their own martial arrangement
Of a forced engagement
Only to continue to live a lie of crappiness

At times I wish I could be legally mad
And be dubbed as awful and bad
At least then I can sprout my wings
And see to where the bird sings
Beyond the laughing skies of glad

But despite my dreams so gay
Dark clouds overlay
On my thoughts as if something wretched had happened
when I closed my eyes for sleep, fierce yellow made my legs slackened
Before casting death upon me without delay

My head would roll
Paying a toll
For the nightmare I had entered
As my body laid centered
Below a bulbous red troll

Her little beetle eyes
Filled with joy and demise
Would smile back at me coolly
while my dead one stared unruly
Then she kicked me aside into the de-saturated skies

Before I plunged into a thick musky river
That made my floating spirit shiver
As I was surrounded by rotting flesh
Who will never have to enmesh
The memories of deaths’ deliver

And the rule of a bulbous red queen
Who swiped heads of clean
polluting a world with dread
Demanding all traitors be dead
For she can have peace in mind and be serene.

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Nihil

The smell of the Dark was repulsive
The light of the arena was gone
Empty and vast, now, nobody else
Just confused, in the umbra, alone
Now nothing but the ground below him
And the cold hollow black all around
"H-hello?" came his meek, frail response
But this place was devoid of all sound
He held aloft his left shaking hand
but no, the Dark would not let him leave
Up came his right, his key failed him too
and in panic, he began to grieve
"There's no way out..." his brow bent in fear
He stumbled and fell back to his knees
Cries out for help, they were not unheard
Shadows stirred in reply to his pleas
Bobbing from the black, cold touched his hand
He gasped out loud, recoiling in fear
The ground bubbled up, an eye did blink
A hand reached up near the yellow sphere
"Heartless..!" he cried, right back to his feet
He brought up his hand, ready to fight
He aimed it point blank at his target
And he broke the deep silence, "Guard Light!"
It stung and it burned and it pained him
He retracted his hand in a ball
No portals, no key, no Guard Light meant
That he had no defenses at all
More Heartless grew near, arcing to pounce
Preparation to attack began
And no portal, no key, no Guard Light
Meant for the first time in years... he ran.
He could hear the masses behind him
As he sprinted off into the black
Further and deeper into the dark
He clenched his eyes and didn't look back
Yellow orbs stalked him from the shadows
Black clawed hands swiped at him from below
He, in that moment, was reminded
Of the days he had known long ago
He ran for what felt like forever
His knees shook and thighs began to burn
Through heaving breaths, he thought of the light
And he felt that he'd never return
His fist still burned and he clenched it tight
The light he tried to fire grew low
All he was now, an object in space
Weak, nothing left now but to let go

A titanic Heartless loomed over
It's giant clawed black hand brought to bare
For the first time in years he felt frail
And the last time he'd head a word... "Er--..."



Notes: 9 syllables per line, off/on/off/on rhyme scheme in stanzas of four.

[Zephiris]

Another tie! Please get at least one more vote in here.

[Ellie who has 0%]

We have a tiiiiie! Unfortunately ---

*tries to iron this out*

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[Rook]

Lol, holy crap. What nao?