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rainbowfic2016-07-31 08:29 pm
starphotographs) wrote in rainbowfic2016-07-31 08:29 pm
Meme Party 3, Olympic Gold 2
Name: starphotographs
Story: Universe B
Supplies and Styles: Graffiti (Rhythmic Gymnastics), Miniature Collection (?)
Characters: Scissors, Frankie mentioned
Colors: Meme party 3 (I can has cheezburger), Olympic Gold 2 (team)
Word Count: 300ish
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Choose not to warn.
Summary: A collection of scrawlings found in the margins of notebooks, on forgotten post-its, and on receipts kicked under car seats.
Note: I can’t poetry my way out of a wet paper bag, but I could write a bunch of dumb haikus one of my characters would write, so I hope that counts. :P (With much help from this thing, because my dyscalculic ass can’t count my way out of a wet paper bag, either.)
Sebastian Lower’s Extranormal Haiku Collection!
Mighty is mothman,
but trapped on that goddamn bridge.
A troll blocks the way?
***
Five hundred dollars.
What I spent on my equipment.
And no ghosts were heard.
***
The Jersey Devil.
Look close and see the horseshoes.
Someone shoed that thing.
***
Five long days working.
Many dollar cheeseburgers.
Old burger bags smell.
***
Go fuck yourself Frankie.
Don't care what you think you saw.
Put on your glasses.
***
Did hear a ghost once.
It commented on my butt.
Uncomfortable.
***
Good help hard to find.
For only morons do this.
Bad help has to do.
***
The lake monster hides.
Never seen it for myself.
Got really wet though.
***
Slept in haunted house.
Felt brave for the wrong reasons.
Whole night with the asbestos.
***
What looks like a UFO,
could hear us and turn around.
Crank the radio!
***
Heard another ghost.
Could swear it mentioned my ass.
What's with dead people?
***
Believe many things.
Believe nothing about Orgone.
Shut the fuck up Frankie.
***
Burger bags pile up.
Horrid meat smell grows too great.
Let's find a dumpster.
***
Hop petting zoo fence.
Sat in goat pen all night long.
No Chupacabra.
***
Banned from petting zoo.
My everything smells like goat.
Won't do that again.
***
For the last time, ghosts:
not attracted to the dead.
But oddly flattered.
***
There was one ghost
not interested in my ass.
Frankie won't discuss it.
***
Went to the Vortex.
Played with so many marbles.
Fell flat on my face.
***
One-Man Hide and Seek.
Knew it was fake going in.
Why did I do that?
***
One guy will help me.
Complex medical needs; dumbass.
Not unlike babysitting.
***
Respect Flying Humanoids.
Don't have to wait at crosswalks.
Why even have feet?
***
So-so graveyard trip.
Are those orbs in this photo?
(Frankie sneezed, so who knows.)
***
I believe dumb things.
But what do they do all day?
The real mystery.
Story: Universe B
Supplies and Styles: Graffiti (Rhythmic Gymnastics), Miniature Collection (?)
Characters: Scissors, Frankie mentioned
Colors: Meme party 3 (I can has cheezburger), Olympic Gold 2 (team)
Word Count: 300ish
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Choose not to warn.
Summary: A collection of scrawlings found in the margins of notebooks, on forgotten post-its, and on receipts kicked under car seats.
Note: I can’t poetry my way out of a wet paper bag, but I could write a bunch of dumb haikus one of my characters would write, so I hope that counts. :P (With much help from this thing, because my dyscalculic ass can’t count my way out of a wet paper bag, either.)
Mighty is mothman,
but trapped on that goddamn bridge.
A troll blocks the way?
***
Five hundred dollars.
What I spent on my equipment.
And no ghosts were heard.
***
The Jersey Devil.
Look close and see the horseshoes.
Someone shoed that thing.
***
Five long days working.
Many dollar cheeseburgers.
Old burger bags smell.
***
Go fuck yourself Frankie.
Don't care what you think you saw.
Put on your glasses.
***
Did hear a ghost once.
It commented on my butt.
Uncomfortable.
***
Good help hard to find.
For only morons do this.
Bad help has to do.
***
The lake monster hides.
Never seen it for myself.
Got really wet though.
***
Slept in haunted house.
Felt brave for the wrong reasons.
Whole night with the asbestos.
***
What looks like a UFO,
could hear us and turn around.
Crank the radio!
***
Heard another ghost.
Could swear it mentioned my ass.
What's with dead people?
***
Believe many things.
Believe nothing about Orgone.
Shut the fuck up Frankie.
***
Burger bags pile up.
Horrid meat smell grows too great.
Let's find a dumpster.
***
Hop petting zoo fence.
Sat in goat pen all night long.
No Chupacabra.
***
Banned from petting zoo.
My everything smells like goat.
Won't do that again.
***
For the last time, ghosts:
not attracted to the dead.
But oddly flattered.
***
There was one ghost
not interested in my ass.
Frankie won't discuss it.
***
Went to the Vortex.
Played with so many marbles.
Fell flat on my face.
***
One-Man Hide and Seek.
Knew it was fake going in.
Why did I do that?
***
One guy will help me.
Complex medical needs; dumbass.
Not unlike babysitting.
***
Respect Flying Humanoids.
Don't have to wait at crosswalks.
Why even have feet?
***
So-so graveyard trip.
Are those orbs in this photo?
(Frankie sneezed, so who knows.)
***
I believe dumb things.
But what do they do all day?
The real mystery.
no subject
Good job!