Gravity Falls Next Gen: Romancing the Creepy! by Fyrekobra, literature
Literature
Gravity Falls Next Gen: Romancing the Creepy!
(Author's note: This takes place before Priscilla and Rex came around) (Our story begins at the Gravity Falls pool. Annabel and Rachel are leaving the restroom, talking) Rachel- that chick from Michigan really thought you were flirting with her? Annabel- I was just trying to freak her out. Gotta keep your opponents on their toes, and when you can't do that, you gotta freak 'em out. Rachel- still, don't go wandering away from me, Anny. Annabel- you know I won't. (They head down to the pool, where the other kids are there. Gideon and Pacifica are watching them) Rachel- isn't this pointless? Do we really need chaperones? Annabel- pool rules. *points at a sign* Rachel- *reads aloud* "All occupants under the age of 18 must have a parent or guardian present." UGH! That's totally bogus. Annabel- don't worry, they won't bother us much. They're just gonna work on their tans while we swim. (They go into the pool) Rachel: You know, we could always just get Darisol to do the job of watching
Gravity Falls Next Gen! Return of the Dungeons! by Fyrekobra, literature
Literature
Gravity Falls Next Gen! Return of the Dungeons!
(One day, at the Mystery Shack, Annabel, Rachel, Tyrone, and Tara were getting ready for a game of DDMD.) Annabel: Oh boy! I can hardly wait to show you the ropes of this game, Rachel! Rachel: I hear they're making a movie about this called Dragons and Dungeons. Annabel: Wild. We gotta see that. Tyrone: Where's Mary and Del? Annabel: They're helping Ford with a special project of his. He mentioned Stan's name, but I doubt he's gonna try to open the Set Ark. (The kids set up the playing board and figures) Rachel: We need dice! Tara: I've got some dice. (She sets some red dice on the floor, plus a blue one) Rachel- wait... why is that blue one glowing? Tara- no clue, but this set was missing one so I just grabbed that one. Annabel- Tara, not EVERY game comes with a set of dice. Tyrone- girls... it's glowing brighter! (In a flash of light, a wizard that sounds like Weird Al appears. It's Probabilitor) Probabilitor: What do ya know? What do ya say? What's the haps there, kids?
FREE CHRISTMAS RAFFLE CONTEST! CLOSED by DuhEEva, journal
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Child of Conflict
illusions fall clattering
like a string of beads on polished wood -
half-understood words fall
out of the child's mouth into the blood
pooling under the table.
and as the tears clear
he sees the torture device for what it is
for the first time -
born again to die once and for all.
he is the middle.
he is the white - the hope
that one day, the colors fade
and no more blood stains floors
under the beads of illusions
strung onto instruments of torture.
because blood is neither orange nor green -
it has only one color -
that of the dark earth
swallowing us whole.
Six Minus One
beloved steel -
cold and with no mind -
still, yo
every breath became a protest
somewhere along the way;
speaking for a world buried in the future
that choked on the ashes of today.
would i have ever thought of marriage
if it was allowed? likely not.
i forgot to hide - they called it courage.
incompetence is the treasure i've got.
i don't crave attention; the subject matter,
however, deserves it.
sometimes i dread to think that maybe who
scorns the system, somehow also serves it.
buzz cut, check. pockets, check.
bad posture to hide the growths, double check.
intellectualism saves me from
becoming a nervous wreck.
it's a shame that reason needs a rally,
and dreams are spoonfed from the telly,
Sorry for...
having problems
getting tired
being sick
not being a robot
Sorry for...
the screaming
the swearing
the crying
not being perfect
Sorry for...
my dreams
my hopes
my fear
not being what you want
My Apologies,
-Inner Strength
(ERAyers)