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rainbowfic2014-08-21 03:11 pm
rootsofthestories) wrote in rainbowfic2014-08-21 03:11 pm
Entry tags:
Halloween orange
Name: Mallory
Title: carnival junkies and ferris wheel girls
Story: None
Colors: Halloween Orange: I am nothing you should trust
Supplies: None
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: mention of potential suicide.
Word count; 339
Notes: Written for the wonderfulbookblather. I am siting here trying to tell myself I do not need a sentient carnival universe but it's very tempting all the same.
Little girl, little girl, I see you sitting there. You with your tired eyes and hungry hands. You swipe little thins off the passers by, a few tickets here and there, a few spare coins or a dollar. Not enough to be noticed but enough to get you by.
One more day, you’ll tell yourself, You’ll go home in one more day.
But I’m not made for leaving, not for people like you. I’m bright lights and games of chance, cotton candy and going so fast you can play with gravity.
You love it here little girl and you’re going to follow me until the last time they break me down.
Sure, you’ll tell yourself you’re looking for someone, a daddy who left you too long ago, but you’re not looking anymore, not the way yu started. You’re addicted to sweetness, to strange sights and freak shows and the sound of laughter and delighted screaming.
You’ll tell people your just spending a little time here but you never head towards the exit unless you’re hoping to score some abandoned tickets .
And even when the lights go out, when there’s nothing left for you to do because everyone’s asleep, you hang around. You’re waiting for your net fix, the next little taste of magic.
But little girl, little girl, didn't you hear? The traveling shows are dying and your daddy’s long gone.
Even he knew when to give up the game. You don’t though, you still follow me down the road, blending in with the staff, you’re going to stand in my midway until the last second and then?
Then you don’t know what you’re doing. Cut your hair and pretend you were never a carnival girl? Paint your lips red, go to school, get a job?
No, you won’t do any of that. You’ll scream until your throat goes raw and then you’ll find something new to get your fix.
But don’t worry, you’ll find it, all desperate people find something eventually, even if it’s the barrel of a gun.
Title: carnival junkies and ferris wheel girls
Story: None
Colors: Halloween Orange: I am nothing you should trust
Supplies: None
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: mention of potential suicide.
Word count; 339
Notes: Written for the wonderful
bookblather. I am siting here trying to tell myself I do not need a sentient carnival universe but it's very tempting all the same.Little girl, little girl, I see you sitting there. You with your tired eyes and hungry hands. You swipe little thins off the passers by, a few tickets here and there, a few spare coins or a dollar. Not enough to be noticed but enough to get you by.
One more day, you’ll tell yourself, You’ll go home in one more day.
But I’m not made for leaving, not for people like you. I’m bright lights and games of chance, cotton candy and going so fast you can play with gravity.
You love it here little girl and you’re going to follow me until the last time they break me down.
Sure, you’ll tell yourself you’re looking for someone, a daddy who left you too long ago, but you’re not looking anymore, not the way yu started. You’re addicted to sweetness, to strange sights and freak shows and the sound of laughter and delighted screaming.
You’ll tell people your just spending a little time here but you never head towards the exit unless you’re hoping to score some abandoned tickets .
And even when the lights go out, when there’s nothing left for you to do because everyone’s asleep, you hang around. You’re waiting for your net fix, the next little taste of magic.
But little girl, little girl, didn't you hear? The traveling shows are dying and your daddy’s long gone.
Even he knew when to give up the game. You don’t though, you still follow me down the road, blending in with the staff, you’re going to stand in my midway until the last second and then?
Then you don’t know what you’re doing. Cut your hair and pretend you were never a carnival girl? Paint your lips red, go to school, get a job?
No, you won’t do any of that. You’ll scream until your throat goes raw and then you’ll find something new to get your fix.
But don’t worry, you’ll find it, all desperate people find something eventually, even if it’s the barrel of a gun.
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...In the meantime, you've reminded me I have a copy of Something Wicked This Way Comes to finish.
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Hee! THank you so much! I'm not entirely sure it's inaccurate either. I suppose we'll see.
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I am hardly the first person who said this.
I swear I'm not just asking so it can converse with creepy!dude I'm adding to my own cast soon.
I'm saying so because /this is fucking amazing/ and you are fucking amazing and you should be happy.
:D
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