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Contest:The Villain's View
Idea: write a story from your antagonist point of view
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What He Doesn't KnowA cool winter night,What He Doesn't Know by emrox61
The sky's black shawl worn too soon,
And the chair's warmth
Coming only from my skin.
The crickets and the people
Singing their songs of merry,
The fireflies and the jasmine
Reveal themselves so suddenly.
Where am I in all this?
Sitting on that chair,
Watching the planes,
Enjoying the sounds and smells,
Watching as my parakeets try to sleep.
I'm out here, cold and not,
Wondering why Florida's known as hot,
Yet knowing my answer all too well.
Or so I tell you.
Maybe I'm out here avoiding my textbooks,
Maybe I'm out here lovestruck,
Maybe I'm out here to escape my thoughts,
To distract myself in the form of poetry.
For whatever reason that I find myself gazing at the stars,
The stars that I imagine on this cloudy night,
For whatever reason that I chose to sit out here,
On this cold chair in the fine air,
You could only wish to know what my reason is.
The BartenderCome,The Bartender by kosi11
Take a seat,
Tell me good sire,
What would you like?
A drop of ale old, expensive,
Or wine deep red?
Quell sorrow deep-seated
Or to wipe away a weary day?
I am your host, with a cloth filthy.
Have a drink,
Fret not good sire,
The night is yours to grasp
See the lady yonder, sire?
Pretty is she; Alone is she.
Disperse her sorrow deep-seated
Harvest for a weary day.
I am your friend, with a cloth filthy.
And dance along,
To the merry tune, good sire,
Love not misery, for misery not love love;
And while night sings promiscuity,
Dance till passion is passionate.
Shall find another soul to tamper,
And you shall set the night ablaze.
I am your bartender, with a cloth filthy.
1. VarianceTap.1. Variance by Entitaria
Tap, tap, tap.
Tap. Click, click.
Tap, tap, click, click.
Tap, tap, tap, tap, click.
"That won't help."
She leaned against the door-frame, a variance of colours following in her wake.
I sighed. Slouching, shuffling to the side a little. "I know." I pushed the mouse away.
She hummed, stepping into the room, taking in the stark white colour, papers scattered around, sketches half-done. A single notepad on the pale desk.
The colours around her seemed dull for a moment. Vanished altogether, eyes downcast, while open. "Here." Her hand reached into her pocket, reappearing with a pen and butterfly pin.
I took the pen.
"Humph." She took another step, and turned my face. "You're wearing this whether you like it or not, and you know perfectly well why." She swivelled my chair around.
I didn't fight it.
Only stared blankly at the mirrored image of the room. A slight prickling sensation, at the base of my neck, transformed,
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