They Reached the End by Voice-of-Levity, literature
Literature
They Reached the End
The writers who most sought to win--
The final four that never gave in--
These are the stories they chose to scribe,
The souls whose lives we now imbibe:
The Devil's Daughter
Forever abandoned, eternally lone,
So often adopted, but never quite known,
An orphan of sin, masquerading as sweet,
Broken hearts paving the ground at her feet.
The Fallen Deceiver
Once god of tricks, as man, he lies.
On gullible fools, his trade, he plies.
So don't ask his name, unless prepared
For property lost and mind ensnared.
The Weapons for Hire
Angry soldiers never die--
Vengeance burns too hot to try--
Boil instead alongside scum,
Trading pride
Some would give comfort,
Others, just death;
Which one will sort
Through those lacking in breath?
Choose your answers,
Name the names,
Be a winner,
Don't shift blame.
1
His roles conflict, the needs cut deep,
But surgeons have no time for sleep,
And even in your final rest,
This saint will strive to serve you best.
2
This nurse, she seeks to do you ill,
Injects your death with proper skill
As, bedside smile upon her face,
She works to end the human race.
3
Born a plague that like man walks,
Comes too close, and ceaseless talks.
He's tiny lives that can't stay dead,
And so he lets you die instead.
4
Killing sister
Casts a spell,
Seeking
Within the sword to which she's bound,
Her dancer's soul can still be found
As twirls a blade with grace most fair
To flow through foe as if through air.
My Eyes are Different by Voice-of-Levity, literature
Literature
My Eyes are Different
I have one green eye and one brown eye. The green eye sees truth, but the brown eye sees much, much more believable things. Right now the brown eye sees a pudgy man in a white sweater vest. My green eye insists that he's a big, brown glob of slime oozing across the neighboring lawn.
Gloop glorp gloop?
"Just going for a run, Mr. Walker!" I answer.
Splorch!
"You're beginning to sound like Mom. Of course I'll be careful!"
Pbbbt!
"Now you sound exactly like Mom."
We share a laugh, the sludge monster and I. Dean Walker is a real nice guy. Always friendly. Comes to church every Sunday. Volunteers to clean up the neighborhood trash.
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Thirteen Sanguine Contestants by Voice-of-Levity, literature
Literature
Thirteen Sanguine Contestants
I.
Fallen lover of quiet verse
Touches the page and shares her curse:
Words torn to pieces, no voice left to weep,
And little black letters to send you to sleep.
II.
Blood is his power;
His power is pain:
Sins become showers
Of deadly red rain.
III.
Silently special, quietly cute,
Gentlest girl and murderous mute.
With not enough friends to banish her fears,
She spins her long hair into sharp yellow spears.
IV.
Though steaming hot metal now burns in his flesh,
His outlook on life is surprisingly fresh.
A hero in truth, his motives are pure:
If hate's a disease, he will fight for the cure.
V.
No respecter of persons,