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5 more openings....
More than 8 billion humans on Earth
More than 8 billion angels
Each whispering thoughts of conciousness
Each holding a scattered heart
One heart has little impact on the world around them
However, many scattered hearts combined can change the world.
Nevermore shall evil reign this planet
For 8 billion angels fight against it
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I kept my thoughts to myself,
Until I could keep them no more.
I went to see you,
The only whom I believed was wunderkind.
When you whispered to me,
I felt like an angel whispered in my ear.
Hidden memories fill my head,
Scattered hearts fill my mind.
But when I went to see you,
You were gone.
And I would see you nevermore.
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I shall make another contribution... how many more do you need? 'cause I can totally whip up some more poems :3 (...if that's allowed)
Here is where the scattered hearts lie fallen
Beating softly nevermore
Here is where the angel whispers
To the listless souls carried off by war
And here is where the hidden memories
Rest beneath many shallow tombs
Memories lost to their century
Their lives cut short all too soon
And here, my friends, is the cemetery
Where fairies and wunderkind play
None but them are left to dance here
In the shallow graveyard by the way
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Unicorns, Rubik's Cubes, and How Beth Almost Died
“Oh rats, you can see me, can’t you?”
The hooded figure cursed under his breath.
“Come on guys, like ten more minutes of invisibility would have been nice…”
The shadow mumbled up into the ceiling like he was talking to someone in the sky.
Beth cocked an eyebrow at the dark silhouette clumsily fiddling with a Rubik’s cube. She had never been one to scare easily, but she had always imagined death would be at least a little more ominous.
“Yeah, hi Beth, I’m death. Technically Jerry. Whatever, that rhymed. Heh.”
Beth could have sworn death chuckled. Out of all the things she imagined death would do, none of them were chuckling.
“Why are you here?”
Beth asked, speaking very deliberately as if to a small child.
“Um, duh. Because you’re dying.”
Beth just looked aghast for a full minute, staring straight into death’s hood like he had just told her unicorns existed.
“You have great bedside manner, don’t you?”
She quipped after regaining her composure.
“Well what did you expect? Some dark angel whispering “nevermore” mumbo jumbo?”
Death twisted his Rubik’s cube furiously.
“Well, yes, actually I did.”
Beth retorted to the shadowy figure.
“Well sorry to burst your creepy angel, soul sucking bubble, but I don’t do the whole rip out souls, destroy minds, scatter hearts thing. That would be the boss.”
“You know, apocalypse guy, death poster-child, pale horse, scythe?”
“Yeah, but I thought he was the only death…”
“Oh please, death has minions! You think one supernatural being can harvest the souls of everyone all at the same time? Have you seen the international death rate? It’s like saying there’s only one Santa Claus!”
“Ohhhh you think there’s only one Santa Claus. Oops. Heh.”
Death laughed nervously.
A voice bellowed from the sky. This time, Beth was truly terrified. The voice was low and hissing, and if voices could stink, she was pretty sure this one would smell like rotting corpses and dead flowers.
“Oh snap. Y-yes, Alastor”
Death, or Jerry, responded weakly.
“You’re getting distracted. How many times have I told you that Santa Claus does not make you any more intimidating! And for the last time, lose the Rubik’s cube! You know what, forget it, you’re fired!”
And with a poof, Jerry was gone, replaced by a giant skeleton shrouded in a veil of black smoke. Beth sat in her hospital bed, petrified. A tingling coldness came over her. She got the feeling that this was “the boss”.
“Are you going to kill me now?
Beth whispered with the only breath she had left in her.
“Sadly, no. Stupid Jerry missed his time slot. You’ll die for a few seconds, but the doctors will be here in a second and revive you. Goodbye, until we meet again.”
Alastor sighed, and faded away.
Beth woke up with electrodes strapped to her chest, an aching in her ribcage, and a small group of relieved looking doctors and nurses.
Well, that was fun. couldn't fit two of them in there, but it it was it is. :)
That is great!! :)
3 more enteries and then I will close the contest and judge! If anyone who has entered wants to write more they are more than welcome to!!
The fabled Wunderkind,
So very many loved him,
Though I think he was rather a bore.
But we lose his hidden memories.
With his passing.
However, it doesn't matter,
One will come with ideas far surpassing.
Some say that when he died,
That the could hear Angel whispers.
I told them that they were mad,
the only heard Angel snickers.
When a man that famous dies,
Well, there are a lot of scattered hearts.
However, a man who has the same smarts,
Will go through life without the same prize.
Good, Skiman :)
Thanks, it was a little forced