The Darkwing Duck...TELETHON??Part one; the prologue, introduction of OC's, and the cureKay Kay: Hi guys! It is me, YCF, here to tell you about an odd little concept. What if the characters of Darkwing Duck got together and did humiliating things for money?Marisol: ((cute little ginger girl)) And before your minds go any further into the gutter, NO we aen't talking about prostitution!Kay Kay: AHEM!! Sorry, that was my overly grumpy OC talking. ANYWAY, what we're doing is asking you for imaginary donations to help our cause, a cure for FFWSS; Foot Fungus With Sandals Syndrome. The characters were abducted and forced-I MEAN, volunteered to do things to help our cause. They will help us do anything it takes to cure this disturbing plague, whether they want to or not.Marisol: And believe me, they'd rather NOT!Kay Kay: SHADDUP!!! You can request for them, my OC's and even me to do weird, funny, humiliating or even sadistic things for a cure. We'll post your screen name and request here, so you know, and if you want
Voltaire: AnastasiaOh dearest neice... Anastasia, when I realized that you were not among them, my heart somehow leapt with joy and sank with greif at the same time. You had escaped the gunfire, but where were you? You could have been frozen, starved, or eaten by the wolves in those fairytales I would read that brought you fear and joy. Little neice, the palace crumbles with neglect, but your room is as you left it. Nothing is out of place, nor has it been for years since your family has lived in it. When you come back, I want you to find everything. I have taken to going out among the wildflowers that you loved to pick and take home, so often that I told you there would be none left one day. There are plenty now, but the Govornment wants to tear up the meadow to build a factory. So many memories have gone...These imposters come flooding in, like blood into the veins of an animal, crowding me with their seas of faces and lies. I know they're not you. They may have the hair, the c
Little WhispersTiny whispers, pleas for love,creep up like a lotus from a bog.He wraps his fingers around the pillow lace, willing to disappear.Still you don't hear.Later on she heard themas he held her down, whispering in her ears,"Love me, love me!"She couldn't understand, nobody did.She reinforced his fears.Unloved, broken lanterns, empty of kerosene,empty as he.But no more Henry.No more fears or whispered longings.Only silent Pain.
Something For You To HaveI have a present for you,It's tiny,It's fragile,It isn't perfect,It's brokenbut don't send it back, please don't send it back.It wants you.It needs you.It wants light and heat and energyIt's my little heart.
Were The Angels That Lonely?Ayella sat at the ruins of the burnt building's shell, trying to fight of tears. "Why," she thought, "do I torture myself like this? I hate coming here, I cry whenever I come here, why?" The response she got was a resounding silence. She knew that the only reason she could come here was Cammy. Her sister loved the old house where they and their parents had lived together. Cammy loved everyone and everything, being only five, and saw each day only the way a person could when they were truly in love with life. Aella always longed for Cammila's innocence and happiness. She, being nineteen, knew the bitterness life could show. But her sister made life happier.Ae knew that she was having a selective memory, only remembering the good times, not caring about when she was 14 and thought that her mom having a baby would "ruin their lives", and how she would turn up her scary goth music to frighten her when she was sixteen. But her pretty brown eyes gazed up at her sister, her HERO,