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POM - Black Wings - Chapter Twenty-two
Chapter Twenty-two – Mind Not the Matter
...My head... The pain...
A blaze of blue light stabs through my eyelids. I try to shield my eyes but can't lift a wing. In fact, I can't move at all. Stop acting so weak! It was just a knock on the head.

And a fall...
With a groan leaking out of my beak, I squint at the walls materializing in my view. Blowhole's cave. The dolphin's henchmen cluster beneath me. Wait – beneath? Then I must be...
Icy chill presses against my back. Blast! The infamous metal trap plate. To that I'm chained beyond a chance of escape, wings cuffed below the shoulders, feet in shackles. No amount of squirming will get me free out of this.
A shadow overcasts me, dimming the cave and making it less hurtful for the eyes.
"We're meeting again, peng-you-in!"
That voice. That cheery, gleeful voice, so unfitting of a dolphin with murderous intentions.
Shadow of Blowhole's flipper
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POM - Black Wings - Chapter twenty-one
Chapter twenty-one – Up For Grabs
Ten fifty-nine PM. Three… Two… One… Eleven PM.
Gnashing my beak, I turn my back to the clock and march to the other side of the room. For the last hour or so, I’ve been the only one not slumbering like a canned sardine. If those snored like Rico, that is. I grab the nearest pillow, clutching on its edges. One more snore and I’ll stuff it in his beak.
Welcome, another sleepless night. I restore to pacing around the HQ. What else is there for me this night, anyway? The sleep won’t return; it hardly ever does once the nightmares attack. Thinking I’ve gotten rid of them forever… How foolish of me, when one nightmare still lies in wait in our safe.
Growling under my breath, I toss the pillow aside. It hits the clock and brings it crashing to the table. Even at that, no one stirs. What a solid slumber t
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POM - Black Wings - Chapter twenty
Chapter twenty – A Double-edged Gift

It’s been well into the evening when my team had finally stopped gushing about my return and bothering for all the little, unnecessary details. They had wanted to know everything. Everything.

Private had even asked what happened to Hans. “He’s not going back from Copenhagen,” I had told him. “So why should we care?” After that, I left them to their thoughts and came down to catch up on the news.
Here I go again… I put down my mug, the coffee stirred yet undrunk, but don’t look up from the television. "What’s the matter? Something you see me having time for?"
“Why, yes. Definitely,” echoes Kowalski’s voice from above the entrance. The bowl slides aside and something thumps to the floor. The scientist follows, down the ladder and to the table, where he drops an odd-shaped parcel. "Come to l
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A Christmas Wish - part one
Chapter One
A jangle rang out of the bell as Tommy attached it to a branch. He laughed. A soft stroke of his hand and the whole tree chimed a melody. He stepped back, admiring his work. "What do you think?" Dad had managed it again –  brought home a spruce, spreading its branches as if to hug everyone. Tommy himself would hug him –  he was the best, after all. The last day, he was telling them not to haste with the joy, yet today a tree stood in the room, tiny one but so real, sharp needled and smelling of forest nights.
"How did you do it?"
Wrinkles around Dad’s mouth turned up in a smile. "Do what?"
"The tree. You said the cost..."
A wink was all he got. "That's my little secret. Now there, if you could hand me the star, please."
The star was one of the few ornaments that adorned the tree. Pine cones hung off the branches, along with a small number of shining Christmas balls. The rest had been either broken or sold, yet that couldn
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Bullet Rebuttal
Bullet Rebuttal
Sadist’s smile and eye of red,
monochrome and mono-tune,
soon everyone will be dead.
The monobear will bring but doom.
To the basement called us all
for a bullet rebuttal.
For the sake of life not losing,
we begin our suspect-musing.
He’s the culprit, loud and clear,
why are we still standing here?
Push the button, quick, and send
the killer to his punishment.”
“Wait, stop! There must be more to it!
It’s not a simple ‘whodunnit’.
I’m willing to bet my cents
on our suspect’s innocence.
Please, be patient, hear him out!
Then we’ll see what this is all about.”
“If it means to clear my name,
I’ll play this little witness game.
When it happened, the strike of doom,
I was in the laundry room.
She was there to! And said ‘Hi’!
Now that’s a perfect alibi!”
“May I ask why she was there?
With some shirts? Or underwear?”
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POM - Black Wings - Chapter nineteen
Chapter Nineteen – Revenge Served Hot
A wave splashes over my face. Alive. I’m still alive. I look up, and instantly regret it. The sun blinds me for a moment. Shielding my eyes, I search for my makeshift raft. I had no strength left to pull it up in the morning, and now the tide attacks it.
I dip my wings into the sea. The water is tepid but wet to the touch and salty to taste; not just a dream. Or nightmare. An escape from their verdict. Chills fight through the heat and down my spine. The guards won’t find me here. Nobody will. I'm alone.
I settle on a rock, scorched as everything else around. The sun’s burning without mercy, more than it had ever been back in Hoboken, or New York as well. This island, it can’t be so far… So what's wrong with the weather? I spread my wings and fan myself. Heh, at least some use for them. Other than rowing,
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POM - Black Wings - Chapter eighteen
Chapter eighteen – Darting away 
This night, Jensen had at least tried to stay awake. Despite all the efforts, it had taken his head only an hour or two to fall at the back of the chair and his snoring to fill the room. His hat had landed on the edge of the table, not a guard’s honor anymore.
Hans was on his back, sleeping as well. As if there was nothing lurking ready to bring him nightmares, no enough reasons for pressing the lock. Must have been sure of his victory. 
I drew out a dart and waited for it to hang in my wing, inert as its oncoming victim. If Jensen doesn't mind sleeping at work… I sent the dart into his shoulder, right under the shoulder pad. He grunted, his head dropping at his chest. 
As I stepped out of the cage, a squall of wind slapped my face, forcing me to raise my wing and shield against it. I peeked at the stupid window, swinging back and forth in the gale. Good
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POM - Black Wings - Chapter seventeen
Chapter seventeen: Good night! 
A snore entered my dreams and disrupted an unfolding nightmare. With a gasp, I opened my eyes, finding myself in the same cage I’ve been locked in since the arrival, on the same table they’d put us on. It was dark here, a middle of night.
Where are the snores coming from?
It couldn’t be Hans, and not because puffins aren’t capable of such noises. He was sitting with his back turned away, pressed against the bars of his cage, but held his head high, staring at the wall.
Maybe my sight was getting adjusted, or maybe the dawn was about to start, for a head popped into my view. It shifted with its bearer’s breath. The cage let me move close enough to glimpse a guard, slumped on a chair in deep sleep. He must’ve arrived some hours ago. Apparently, he didn’t find watching two birds such an important role as his boss did.
At least he can’t stop me.
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Closed Reality
The issue around isn't the free willed.
It is those who are close-minded.
A herd of sheep always walks straight.
The one-eyed is the king to the blinded.
Scared of change. Afraid to become true.
No matter the factual providence.
They deny each with their stupidity.
Ignorant, with shallow thoughts.
Living their life in mere simplicity.
But who to blame in this chaos.
Insidious is blind inception.
Who is right? Who is wrong?
It's all based on bad perception.
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Life As I See It
I arrived at this lodge, unaware and dependant.
Sick, feeble, and indistinct is the presented.
Never knew wherefore was I in this place.
Unwillingly, was, I put in this malicious race.
I spent my days whimpering for some aid.
Till the days went by, I graduated away.
Fell in love. Oh, Lord! Focused on contemporary.
Aimed at luxury and all that was temporary.
Time passed. Habits died. As well as my aims.
Cared not for my self, but for the rank gained.
Grew wise with time. Grew feeble in my image.
Realised the wisdom, this arrival is a pilgrimage.
Spent time soul searching. I questioned my God.
And lived life accordingly. I was beneath the sod.
My soul unchained from the vessel of the odyssey.
Went back to it's home. Lived life in autonomy.
The world as I see it. Is a journey before death.
Death; the greatest teacher until our last breath.
A journey from childhood, to childhood again.
Such is the life of a stupid common man.
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How dare you raise your voice at her, who taught you to speak?
You disregard her at old age, when she grows old and weak.
If this world is beautiful rose, then your mother is the scent.
I confidently proclaim that she is truly heaven-sent.
She taught me how to smile, how to write, and how to speak.
I bow to her purity, as heaven lies beneath her feet.
Thank you, mom. You helped me out of dolefulness.
Without you are your existence, my life would be a total mess.
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Chapter Twenty-two – Mind Not the Matter


...My head... The pain...

A blaze of blue light stabs through my eyelids. I try to shield my eyes but can't lift a wing. In fact, I can't move at all. Stop acting so weak! It was just a knock on the head.

And a fall...

With a groan leaking out of my beak, I squint at the walls materializing in my view. Blowhole's cave. The dolphin's henchmen cluster beneath me. Wait – beneath? Then I must be...

Icy chill presses against my back. Blast! The infamous metal trap plate. To that I'm chained beyond a chance of escape, wings cuffed below the shoulders, feet in shackles. No amount of squirming will get me free out of this.

A shadow overcasts me, dimming the cave and making it less hurtful for the eyes.

"We're meeting again, peng-you-in!"

That voice. That cheery, gleeful voice, so unfitting of a dolphin with murderous intentions.

Shadow of Blowhole's flipper floats overhead. "You can gawk once we’ve finished. Now back to work, lobsters!"

His command bounces off the walls and rushes back with deafening intensity. The lobsters spring to action, crashing into each other and hopping at the seats placed beside various machines.

Blowhole cackles and pats the metal. The plate reflects a glint of his laser. "There's pleeenty to do, after all. Wouldn't you agree, my minuscule arch nemesis?"

"Like breaking free and turning your lair into a pile of wreaking havoc? Sure."

He wheels over, scowling, but his teeth click together and form a grin. "You sound confident, peng-you-in."

More than I feel. My heart thuds against my rib cage and my head pounds but I'm not telling him that. My state may be enough to tip him off that it's nothing more than plain threats.

"Well, enjoy your confidence. It's not going to accompany you for much longer. Heheh. Among other things..."

Where is Hans, by the way? How come my second-rate archenemy hasn't come to gloat at my impending demise? I doubt he's suddenly grown a conscience.

Maybe Blowhole got him out of his way once the puffin had nothing more to contribute. Which would be right after capturing me, given how effective he usually is.

But now he has succeeded.

Despite my desperate situation, I can't stop a smirk splaying across my beak. You may have won, Hans, but you won't be here to see it.

The dolphin snickers into my face. "Are you ready for your magnificent defeat?"

If not for the shackles closing around my wings, I’d beat the laughs out of him. The only possibility to resort to while hanging on the plate is spiking him with a scowl. Not much harm in that but I won’t go down completely triumphless.

Look at that! What a terrifying stare!” Blowhole tips backward in pretended alarm, then wheels back to me, sneering. “I see through you. You are shaking on the inside, am I correct?”

No denying. Once he gets rid of me, the city will become an easy target for his plans. And my team… How will they cope? What’s he going to do to them? Will they be able to face him?

Stop! I force a memory to rise from the deep of my mind, an image of Rico standing up to our car gone awry. Marlene saving me from Hans’s darts. Kowalski’s invention working for once. Private besting the Red Squirrel.

With every image, I can breathe a bit easier. They’ll be alright.

I must look more triumphant than I should, because Blowhole clicks his tongue and frowns. “Don’t worry, peng-you-in! I have other means to make you crumble, and a doctorate to prove it. One of the maaany other titles I hold is ‘psychologist’, didn’t you know?"

Oh. That’s news to me. "You are something else 'psycho-'!"

Enough!” He slams a button on his scooter. His latest abomination erupts from the machine, muttering something in a robotic voice so deep I can’t catch a word. It would be laughable… if not pointing right between my eyes.

Be strong without me, guys. I scowl the device down as it engulfs me with a glare of purple light.

Images flood my mind by thousands. Blowhole’s grin. The lighthouse. Enemies.

Is that it? How the end feels like?

Letter. A sword crashing into the wall, unbreakable.

Snippets of the past?

Kowalski scanning my wing through a looking glass. Private passing me a paperclip. Rico hacking up a smoke shell.

Random… pieces?

An otter ripping all her guitar strings. Or violin? A storm on a boat… two voices, reassuring of their capability. Accordion playing, fades away. Shouts. Screams. Chilling as ice.

Am I shaking? Have I been?

Piece of a bone, dripping red. A lock. Bars. Glistening needle. Then panic, splitting panic that shatters my mind to splinters.

And then nothing else at all.


The buzz dies down. Huh? That was it? I lean in against the door, wincing as my ankle rewards me with a stab of pain, but the room has fallen silent.

Why don’t I get to relish Skipper’s defeat? Blowhole hasn’t suffered through frights and falls to get it done, I have. Dragged the half-conscious penguin here, about to pass out myself. The lobsters weren’t of much help by then; they stopped being useful once my enemy had landed in their clutches.

And now at top of all this, Dr. fish has locked me out of his lab the second I left to find some ice packs and bandages. No luck with that, either. Not even seaweed! I’ll have to grit my beak and try my best to walk it off.

Something smacks my shoulder and I freeze on the spot. Blowhole? Found me overhearing? Think of the shark...

"A-ehm! You are not allowed there."

Just one of the reds. Breathing out, I cough. What did he just say?

He pinches me. “Am I speaking to a void or what?”

What an annoying one. I snap my wing away and scowl the lobster down. He blinks a few times, shifts his eyes and scowls back but at least stops pestering.

"It's my revenge too." I adjust my position at the door. No sounds, still. What’s going on in there? “Doctor fish should better remember his promises.”

He’s the one giving orders, not some scabby puffin!”


He tugs at my wing. I jerk back. His claw clasps a bunch of feathers. The last nice ones, why? I’ll show him. I sweep his eyestalks into a grasp and shake. "Don't touch my wings ever again, ja?"

He does anyway, a racking squeeze worse than all the lost feathers. "How dare you boss me around? Doc is gonna-"

"Hey! Red One! Puffin!"

No, not more of them... Another lobster rushes to us, waving his claws as if trying his hardest to fly. "Hey, stop fighting, would you, you two?" 

My opponent twists his eye to the newcomer's direction. "Who's th- Twenty-three! Why are you interrupting me when I'm trying to teach this greenhorn a lesson?"


Twenty-three –what's with the weird names?– works his way between us. "No more fights here. Doctor, uh, he wouldn't like seeing his workers quarreling, right?"

Right. Another one kissing his boss's tailfin.

Red One does the reasonable and clonks him over the head. "I'm the one here to maintain order. Teaching newbies not to snoop around is my job."

Don’t bug him with that,” Twenty-three says. “If he’s brave enough to snoop, he’s brave enough to face the consequences.” He turns to me. “Are you? I hope. You seem brave, but...

He’s doubting me... with a compliment?

He rather should be. ‘Cause when I tell the Doc...” Red One’s claw swings towards me.

Ducking, I glimpse him hitting a switch which jerks down with an ominous click.

The room is still.

What? No spikes falling from the ceiling? No lasers? I stop torturing my ankle with the tense posture. Stupid me. Getting scared without a good rea-aah!

A void opens behind my back. I tip down and end up on the ground, winded, staring at the now-familiar ceiling of the lab. So that’s what the switch was for, huh.

Blowhole’s frown closes in my vision. "What's happening here?"

The moment I get up, two claws seize my wings. You too, Twenty-three? Stupid lobsters. There are three now, two trying to rip me apart and one standing aside, staring at the wall.

"Here, boss, your henchbird! I’ve caught him lurking behind the door."

Like a kid showing off his first catch. If that’s not Red One...

"I'm not a henchbird." I lose some more feathers escaping the lobster’s grip. "Let me go!"

Blowhole leans over my head. "As you may recall, we've had a deal." A flash from his fake eye stabs the floor near the place I stand.

"I just-"

"What, what did you just? You are not an exception to the rules I set."

I can't afford to cow out after so many hardships, can I? "Ja, we've had a deal, rigtig."

Doctor fish doesn't honor me with a reply. Time to press harder. "I've done my part, and what did I get? The right to be locked out at the first opportunity?"

He snaps out of his statue-like state. "I 'm not finished here yet. How well do you suppose I can focus in this noise levels, puffin?"

What exactly does he need to focus at? Skipper is supposed to be helpless.

"I won't bother," I say. "Just let me take part in the revenge, as you promised. Why would I be helping you otherwise?"

Blowhole scolds me with a glare and gives his head a shake. He must see through my bluff, know that I was in no position to refuse. Even if revenge could wait, the gulls wouldn't.

"Fine. Red One, shut the door." He turns his back to me and wheels to a machine that's beeping for his attention.

Red One nods and grabs a lever but first, he scowls at the lobster standing aloof. “You are not allowed here either, Twenty-three.” I jerk as he spits the name out like a gulp of saltwater.

The lobster leaves with eyes hung down, doesn’t even try to fight back.

A claw smacks my wing. "Remember," Red One says, “Doc does not repeat an order twice." I turn but he pulls me back. “And neither do I.”


When the door closes out the main cave’s lightsources, the lab lights up with the glow of screens. Only now it becomes clear how many devices has the dolphin crammed into this tiny space. If I lied down, they would look like the sky back home. But I haven’t come here to revisit old memories.

I find Skipper bound to a metal plate. The gash above his eye doesn’t look so deep now but my throat still clenches at the sight.

I’ve won. Defeated you. Made you feel the ground. I still can’t believe my luck.

Too bad I haven’t found the bandages. He would be- no… Skipper would never beg. Especially not when I did that to him in the first place.

As I approach, he raises his head and looks at me with eyes full of… nothing. No fear, or regret, or anger, not a pinch. He doesn’t say a word. Just blinks and shakes his head. The void in his eyes deepens. Somehow, it’s worse than if he was spewing curses. What has Blowhole done to him?

The dolphin’s staring at a screen, tugging at a pair of headphones too tight for his huge head. I poke him. “Wait,” he says, "I'm in the process of... a concept too complex for you to grasp. Red One, call number Two in immediately and put Eight on the guard duty."

"Understood!" With that, the lobster crawls out of my sight, and Blowhole turns to me. "So, what did you want?"

"Have you... hypnotized him?" I lower my voice, just in case Skipper’s listening.

Hypnotized? Oh, not at all.” Blowhole grins and glances at his capturee. “The penguin has only lost his mind.” He doesn’t seem to care he’s shouting that fact straight into said penguin’s face.

But the notion is absurd. Creepily so. I stifle a half-choked laugh. “Has? As in, right now, and not times ago?” Or is it more than a joke? Was it insanity on Skipper’s part that landed me in here?

Ehm!” Doctor fish spikes me with a scowl; he doesn’t look amused. Like to a cue, Skipper adds his own, somewhat baffled glare.

I’m not joking,” Blowhole snaps. “I mean it without a trace of figuratives. Our enemy’s thoughts, memories, feelings, all that I have here." He pats the machine next to him in a manner that makes me wonder whether it will bark.

"That’s not possible!" Stealing someone’s memories, what kind of revenge is that?

"Can’t you see it?"

Exactly. The screen he points at brims with nothing but numbers, charts and lines that only he could ever understand.

Before he can proceed to explain, Red One barges in and hops onto a seat next to him, panting and looking far less smug than when he had left. I fight the urge to show my own smugness and smirk at him.

Blowhole grits his teeth so hard they grate. "Why is it taking so long?"

"Excuse me... boss!” Red One holds a claw to his chest and puffs. “There were certain… complications... with number Two. He has... left his workplace and was… still is… nowhere to be found." He stops to catch a loud, enormous breath. “I ended up ordering Forty-five and Twenty-seven to find and get him for m- for you, Doc.”

The dolphin grins as if he’s just heard a good joke, yet his eye is serious. The other eye glints red. Like a while ago. I crouch behind the trap, next to Skipper who stares down at me, and I watch the laser zap through the air and bounce off the plate. The metal heats up behind my back but I’m shaking nonetheless.

"Oh, so that’s it. It must feel rewarding, showing off your arduous, hard-earned number-one position." Blowhole speaks calmly, draws out each syllable, but they stab like a grip of his teeth.Don’t forget about the seventy-four other lobsters eager to lighten your burden.” His tone is a new one, a hiss which reminds me of that slimy snake Savio.

Red One holds up a claw. "Seventy-three, boss!" How can he keep his wits together?

Blowhole squeezes the cable of his headphones. "What do you mean?"

"What? Then that Thirty-eight is still-"

"Oh, of course. Him. It’s clear to me.” The dolphin leans to Red One’s eyes. “Crystal-clear.”

While to me it’s anything but.

"Still, none of that matters! Seventy-four or seventy-three, they can replace you nonetheless. If I were you, I would think twice before handing out unauthorized orders.”

Red One nods and gazes at the keyboard. “Right, Doc. What did you want from number Two? I’ll... do his task and leave the chew-out for you.” Blowhole’s done it. Knocked that lobster down a notch... or three.

Or is ‘just this time’ what One mutters under his breath?

Don’t be concerned,” Blowhole says. “It’s in my best interest to punish him. In your best interest is to stop talking and start working."

Right… Uh, what exactly am I supposed to do with these?”

Red One, and clueless? What a turn.

Eye shut tight, Blowhole presses a flipper to his forehead. Don’t make me do it myself. It’s extreeemely simple. You'll remove all unnecessary patterns from the record. I need pure, relevant thoughts, nothing casual or ordinary. When you finish, transform the record into the highlighted form."

"Of course, Doc!"

The lobster’s claws spring into motion across the keyboard.

Still frowning, Blowhole sighs and shakes his head. For a split of a second, his eye meets mine and I dive behind the panel.

Too late. The dolphin wheels over. "Hmp! Scared already, puffin? Brace yourself, for this occurs on a frequent basis. Too frequent for my taste. Every so often a lobster thinks he can get away with disobeying my orders.”

Could I get away now? As soon as I move, he squeezes my upper wing. “But you have no reeeason to worry. While they are workers, you are an ally. I believe you are doing your very best for our cooperation to be successful." The squeeze tightens. “Or aren’t you?”

I stammer out a ‘yes’, not sure whether that means I’m trying, or the opposite. I’m an ally. An ally, hm? Two allies against a common enemy…

...who’s still waiting to get what he deserves. I glance at Red One’s screen and Blowhole looks at me. “You look like you would benefit from some sleep in the meantime.”

That’s his wish, not mine. “And risk missing out on my revenge? No way.” Saying it, I become aware of the heaviness in my eyelids.

It’s going to take a while.”

I know.”

Despite my best attempts, I’m dozing off seconds later.

POM - Black Wings - Chapter Twenty-two
While this chapter took me shorter than the last one, it's still far from ideal if I want to finish this fanfic by the second half of summer. Well... all I can do is try my best.

Have a good time reading! (I hopeSweating a little... )

Reading Would you please share your opinion on these questions?:

1.) This chapter is quite long... is it still ideal length, or is there something I could cut? Be it a word, a phrase, or a whole paragraph...

2.) What about the characters? Are their speech patterns easily distinguishable and do they fit each character? Or are there any mixed signals I have missed?

    2.5) What do you think about the lobsters? They are semi-OC-s, I could say. They were present in the canon, but here I took a few from the crowd and gave them their own personalities. Was it successful? (ps: the Red One isn't the same one as in the canon. The canon one either got demoted... or eaten by the 'rabbit' - if you haven't seen the show... eh, it's a long story)

3.) Does the current chapter title fit? I think it sounds terrible - is there a way I could fix it, or should I make a completely new one? Would you have any better title ideas, please?

4.) I'll add more questions tomorrow, but feel free to comment whatever you want, every comment is welcome :)
Late Early Spring - Wallpaper
Though I love winter, even I got tired of having a winter wallpaper up to April. It was about time to welcome spring - so this is what I came up with. Now, about a month later, it's a bit late for cherry blossoms, but I hope you'll like it anyway. Maybe you'll even appreciate it's up for download:D

I'm quite happy how this one turned out, but critique is still, and always, welcome:) 
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There is a place midst the mist

between fans and haters

where true fans cease to exist

replaced by creators.

In this place, as you can see,

true turned all fans’ fantasies:

Bow and arrow,

path silent, narrow

among Panem's trees.

Two are acting

but all fighting

at the stake are destinies.

Caught a horse and slain a pig,

to the bedrock did I dig.

Cut a tree and built a raft,

of survival mine is craft.

I’m a ghost in heavy chain,

in the sunshine, snow and rain,

listen, my friend, listen well,

for the things that I will tell…

Three ghosts you will meet tonight.

Three ghosts will come give you fright.

When the sun brings Christmas days,

you have chance to change your ways.

My friend, how long have you been

waiting for the ink machine?

On a gleeful killing spree,

Bendy’s out there roaming free.

If you don’t mind sharing soup,

better come here in a group.

You must stop that cruel invader

with dark name of lord Darth Vader.

Just when you think he has won,

he says, “Luke, you are my son.”

Or want a terrific Harry-fic?

The magic boy’s fans sure are quick!

Wizard, troll, ghost or a witch,

you won’t catch the sneaky Snitch.

A ghostly bunny? Robot chick?

This pizzeria is all but chic.

Going mad from isolation?

Rather change your occupation.

Your willingness, that may falter.

But you must not balk, nor can halter.

Do what you must – you will know.

That, or your name isn’t Snow.

Monochrome and mono-tune,

the monobear will bring but doom.

To the basement called us all

for a bullet rebuttal.


Hold it!

You take that!

Today’s victim is not dead!

What’s the verdict? You can guess:

Guilty of sheer awesomeness.”

Ponyville – you know that place?

Creatures which you there would face…

with a dragon in her tow,

gulping six pies in a row,

doing cool tricks in the air,

making friends with grizzly


one with keen eye for the fashion,

one with hard work as her passion…

together living in a bliss.

What a power friendship is!

Did you like this journey well?

All the stories fans can tell...

If you think them worth my rhyme,

come back here another time.


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GabyCoutino Featured By Owner 5 days ago  Hobbyist General Artist
Nice gallery

Have a bunny
The-Orange-Queen Featured By Owner May 31, 2018  Hobbyist
Thanks for the llama! :D (Big Grin)
IamNoHere Featured By Owner Jun 1, 2018
You are welcome! :D
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Thanks so much for faving!
IamNoHere Featured By Owner Apr 11, 2018
You are welcome:)
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Thanks for the fave!
IamNoHere Featured By Owner Mar 3, 2018
You are welcome:)
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Thanks for the :+fav: :)
IamNoHere Featured By Owner Mar 3, 2018
You are welcome:)
xXWitherXx Featured By Owner Feb 14, 2018  Hobbyist Writer
Omg thank you soooo much for the points! I'm so glad you like my poetry it means the world to me! Thank you! :D you have very beautiful work as well, I can't wait to see what new things you can come up with :D
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