Plots

 

Why did he have to die

I’d thought

Why didn’t the big green guy tear the plane apart

With him in it

Ultimate enemy he’s not

He can’t attack if he’s in pieces

After all the drones would’ve kept up

There would still’ve been a battle

At the same time

I wondered about the hero slain

Couldn’t his body have regenerated

He is super after all

His sister’s cry annihilated the enemy’s attempt to surround

Granted

Enhanced her passion

Still would’ve happened

Heart swollen, enraged

At the possibility though t’would change

It’s a waste things ended in that way

I felt

No something’s wrong

The turn of events doesn’t follow the plan

Like an actor playing a viking wearing a watch

A plot flaw

The twist out of place

 

 

 

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Vampire Movie

 

 

I don’t need the Internet

Hurry find your way

I don’t have all day

Though I used to

 

I want to be like you

An immortal

But the vampire knew

Though new to his kind

Made special by the queen

What a douche bag he’d be

What a tool

The future unfolded in a blink

Well his did

The trouble he’d cause

His careless abandon

Their secrets revealed

The wasted death

The loss leading those to the slaughter

Theirs or his

So you want your reward he’d hissed

Yes you see I scare the people for you

Weaken them for the kill

Let you feed from me

I’m the best want-to-be you until you make it real

For all eternity

Yes that’d be me

Forever reality

An eternity you say

Well this is for you

Step closer no fear

He snapped his neck

That’s done problem gone

And the lackeys dove in

Well onto him to drink

Drain him through

Down to dust in the wind

His remains away they blew

Gentle swirl in the breeze

Into the moon

Or in front of it seemed

Seemed

Ha

I’d studied business as a human he recalled

Esse quam videre

To be

I am

It is what it is

Lackeys snarled he growled

Supernaturally

They backed into shadows awaiting his call

You know he thought

I always liked that song

 

 

Cloudy Day, Stuffed Zucchini And White Mushroom Sauce

 

That being said, I’m going to burst if I don’t write something.

Something

There, I’ve done it.

 

Miggsie sat there scrawling on a tablet with a fountain pen dipped in ink missing the laptop. She hadn’t figured out how to get back to her own time yet. Maybe the man on the horse would give a clue. He seemed to show up a lot.

 

“Maybe if I ask him it won’t come across as odd. He knew my name. Wasn’t surprised by my dress. There’s got to be a way seeing I’ve been here before. I smell things simmering. First the stove, then him.”

 

She selected file, then save. “Hey! How did I get here! Am I cooking too?” She didn’t smell anything. “Great my food is burning in another time, or another dimension. Wonder if the man on the horse will turn the stove down…” She pushed back from the oak desk glancing down at the pen and paper. “Ok, this is absurd. How am I doing this?

 

First things first… whatever they are.

 

Hmm…”