Songbird: A DW Fanfic CH 1My first DeviantART DW ficletSongbird He was watching her. The young woman was sitting home alone, playing her piano and singing "Somewhere Over The Rainbow". QJ liked watching Claudia, learning her name from a phonebook, listening to her voice as she played and sang, noting how her eyes lit up whenever a student learned his or her scales and felt accomplished. Sometimes QJ followed her to Karaoke Night at the local pub, listening to her sing and play for the drunks and college fratboys."I'm afraid, my dear, you won't be singing for anyone else anymore," he thought to himself, grinning madly as he twirled a rope in his hand. "You're mine."
SpiderI spin my web to catch you,and keep you forever,I won't let you leave, not now or ever,I'll wrap you up in a silk web so fine,You will be mine.I inject you with my venomous bite,That keeps you silent while I take what I might.Your life will be drained,You're dead.Goodnight.
JACKJACKJACKJACKJACKJACKJACKJACKJACKJACKJACKJACKJACKJACKJACKJACKJACKJACKI hear your name flowing like a brook. It's beautiful. It's the name I've chosen to keep. It's your name. And I'll make it mine someday.
Quackerjack's Childhood PoemOneshot poem about QJ's childhood;If I Would've Said Hi by KKI remember you, from when we were young,out on the playground, every recess,you were the kid who nobody loved, who nobody knew,you didn't seem to care, you never said a word, and we never bothered.You were the boy, so innocent and smiling, quiet with your little stick, drawing figures in the dirt,people you knew, people we didn't know, people and figures and letters and things I never understood,but they were good, and so were you.Until one faithful day.A neighborhood bully, little hood, said,"Jacky Wacky wanna play?"He took your favorite stick, snapped it in half, you uttered a startled sigh, he asked,"Jacky gonna cry?"I'd watched you so often, I knew, Jack never cried, not ever.The next day you were there, with a new stick, not good as your old favorite, drawing furious,towns, cities, people we knew or didn't,but they were different, screaming faces, burning, needing mercy, sad and rejected,in each face I
The Lenape Girl And IShe was 13 when she jumped from that cliff and jumped into the sky.Sold to him, should I do the same?The Lenape Girl and I.Both of us had fell in love and had to say goodbye.Two young couples, crossed by fate,The Lenape Girl and I.Someday soon I will be free.By mercy, death, whichever first.She and I will sit in the Moon God's cloud knit purseof Stories that make you cry.The sad little Lenape Girl and I.Someday I'll show her my dance of the earth, she'll show me hers of the sky.Two lost souls with two lost loves.The Lenape Girl and I.
Summer Nights, Summer ChaosChapter 1: New Costar"Well, Chris, ratings are down by fifteen percent.", said the man in the dark grey suit.Chris Mclean grimmaced at the bad news. Here he was, a famous movie star and television host, being told that his new show was going down the tubes. "Well, what am I suppposed to do about it?", he asked, completely annoyed.Chris's manager adjusted his wireframe glasses and cleared his throat."Well, I have managed to find somebody who might be able to help you out, a new costar who could boost ratings, based on your demographic."The only words Chris heard were "new costar". "No way, uh uh, I'm not sharing my spot with anyone! I don't care what happens!""Well, Chris, this puts me in a tight spot. You can either try this out for a while, see what it does, or your carreer can be reduced to infomercials at four am."He sighed, resigning himself to what he knew what must happen."Fine! Just, just bring him in and we'll find out, okay?!"A soft voice from outside of the office door