Artist Blue - Don't Trifle With TrifluorsArtist Blue - Don't Trifle With Trifluors by Mugeenman
"So, I'd assume you're still hungry," says Artist to Teleena.
She replies. "Very, actually."
While staring at the console Artist points almost wildly towards a hallway which begins on the right side of the room. "Head down that way, it's the fourth room on your left." He then calls for his robotic assistant.
"Yes, master?" Replies the little helper.
"Please escort Teleena to the kitchen. Show her how to work the machinery."
He replies again with the same words as a statement. "Yes, master."
K-9 then slowly strolls off and Teleena follows. "Is there any way he can move faster?" she asks.
"Well, yes. But first he'd need to self-destruct and that would just be a mess."
Eventually the two reach the cookery. Teleena stares at the single machine in the center, with white circular shapes protruding from it. "So what do I do?" she asks.
"Just push the large button, mistress."
Teleena does just that, and then the machine dispenses an item: It looks almost like a thin stick of butter, as she imm
Poisonous Eyes“There once was a child. This child was no different from a child you might find elsewhere. However where you’d find this child was what made it unique. The child was left behind in the forest without family or home ;however, the child did not weep for it was not alone. In the forest a bird gazed upon this child without love. Without hate. Without care. It saw the child and that was enough. It saw the child when no else did. So the child loved the bird. The child loved the bird as one might love a mother. And the bird gazed upon this child. As the child grew, the bird’s gaze also grew. Into something more. Into frittered whispers and welcoming chirps and tweets. But along with those the gaze held. Without love or hate. And the boy’s gaze also held. Filled with love. They continued in this idyllic ignorance until one day the bird went to hunt. The hunt itself was nothing new however the prey had changed. Rather than the snake which the birdPoisonous Eyes by CrumbledWings
UntitledI look on with pestilenceUntitled by CrumbledWings
hidden beneath a thin veil of civility,
far too thin to hide such vastness
and it cracks,
the shards of my visage
crumble beneath your unbecoming joy
and you are affront with an ocean,
a sea of unvarnished wanting.
You're adrift in my rapids
and the sky cries pitifully for you
and the winds whisper apologies
but do not trust either.
The sky wants only to drown you
and the winds are not worthy of your trust.
Poseidon beckons to you
and I volley curses like his tridents
Which I'll never touch.
I am nothing and while you look upon my vastness
I look on with pestilence
hiding an opaque sorrow
I will not meet your eyes.
If Ariel was different....If Ariel was different.... by Everlasting90
My voice? You only "loved" me because of my voice?
I sold my voice for nothing, huh? I changed my fins to stupid legs for NOTHING!
You know my father and the schools would have a field day with this.
You would have married that octopus because she had my voice.
Being enchanted is not an excuse! LEGS, ERIC! LEGS!
If I sold my soul and you loved me for my soul, THAT would be romantic!
My voice? Really?
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