My mom and I had watched the Nun 2 the other day, so I suspect this is where this came from, but I just woke up from a dream where like this village or common was being terrorized by a smiling shadow demon, and I had teamed up with an ex sniper to try and hunt the demon, idk if he was also a priest or anyone who was qualified to hunt demons, but if it showed up you had to not look at it and hold your hand out like you were Swiper, no swiping, and you had to say a rhyme that was like, go away or whatever, but I made up one and the demon just kinda stared at me then it said that I had technically fulfilled the requirements so he was going to leave but he wanted me to know that the rhyme I made up was terrible. Then the dream randomly changed and suddenly I was at work talking to my manager…. On second thought maybe the demon lied and killed me when I tried to leave and I was immediately transported to Hell where I would have to work my grocery job for all eternity.
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pt 1 how much wood could a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood.
pt2 a woodchuck could chuck as meny wood if a woodchuck could chuck wood
pt 3 but if a woodchuck could chuck woodchucks chucking wood, than a woodchuck could chuck wood-chucking woodchucks
pt4 about as much ground as a groundhog could hog if a ground hog could hog ground
this lowkey made my brain hurt, thank you so very much
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Fist-fights and kisses
For @harringrovemicrofic, the February prompt: "Explode" (772 words)
(Also side note, but do you realize how difficult it is to write a RHYME that ends up in an exact amount of words???)
Anyway.
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Press down on the pedal; go harder, go faster
Away from a slip-up, towards a disaster
So what if he ends up all wrapped ‘round a tree?
And dies in this shit-hole, so far from the sea?
He flies down the dark road, he’s rocketing, soaring
He speeds up until the car’s engine is roaring
He takes a turn sharply, he’s almost off-road
He grits his teeth harshly; about to explode
Drive on in the darkness, don’t stop and don’t linger
Ain’t no one got Billy wrapped tight ‘round their finger
He cannot be tied-down, he cannot be tamed
(A lie, he admits; he is leashed and ashamed)
He cannot show weakness – he’s always the strongest
(At least he’s pretended to be, for the longest)
He’s wild (he’s controlled) and he’s fearless (he’s scared)
He’s charming and smiling (a mask with teeth bared)
This town is a prison, the move retribution
Billy’s the problem to Hawkins’ solution
His dad brought him here so he would be set straight
So far it’s not working; he’ll die at this rate
If Billy dares speak up, Neil calls him a faggot
And tells him he’s useless; worth less than a maggot
If late, he gets punished; gets bruises and welts
If loud, he gets beaten; with fists and with belts
His father once burned him with a lit cigarette
And that wasn’t nearly the worst he would get
If Neil finds out what his own son did tonight?
It’s over for Billy; goodbye and goodnight
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Steve is confused and his bruised cheek is stinging
His eyes; wide and staring, his ears; red and ringing
Yet all of that now takes a backseat to this:
The memory of Billy’s lips against his
A kiss, Steve is certain, which does not make sense
Perhaps it was just some bizarre self-defense?
They had been fighting and Steve was not losing
(Which was, on its own, a little confusing)
They fought and they pushed and they punched and they battled
Both of them eager but none of them rattled
Just two boys fighting; a scuffle, a brawl
Which ended when Billy was thrown to the wall
It wasn’t the usual way their fights ended
And probably not what Steve’s rival intended;
His back to the wall, with Steve’s arm against his throat
Steve opened his mouth – to taunt, perhaps to gloat?
And that was when Billy reversed their positions
He re-wrote the rules and he changed the conditions
He held on and grimaced and then, with a hiss
He leaned in and Steve’s lips met his in a kiss
Steve froze where he stood, ‘cause he did not expect it
There wasn’t a reason for him to suspect it
Why was he– What was he trying to prove?
Steve did not kiss back, he was too shocked to move
He felt as if he was the cure to starvation
As Billy kept kissing with raw desperation
Steve let out the first sound since all this began
And Billy? He drew back, eyes wide – and then ran
~~~
His life here is over, a moment of weakness
Was all that it took, now the future is bleakness
He shouldn’t have done it, he was such a fool
Come Monday, oh Steve will have told the whole school
They will all believe him, ‘cause no one likes Billy
He’s popular, sure, but he’s got no friends really
A day, at the most, and then Neil will find out
The subsequent ‘talk’ will be painful, no doubt
If Billy survives it, he’s grounded forever
He won’t have a life after this whatsoever
Bullied and carless and locked in his room
Hurting and aching, it’s safe to presume
If Neil does not kill him, the people in town might
They hate his kind here, it will be a town highlight
He’s all out of options, he’s on his last leg
He will have to go back to Steve’s house and beg
Forgiveness and mercy, he hopes he can get it
That impulse to lean in – oh how he’ll regret it
If he could have just tampered down on his need
If he could have not given in to his greed
He drives back to Steve’s place, his heart beating madly
No crash on the way there, he makes it safe (sadly)
He swallows and walks up to Harrington’s door
Prepared to kneel right there on Harrington’s floor
The red door swings open before he can knock
He starts to say “Sorry–“, then shuts up in shock
Because that’s Steve’s hand on the back of his head
And this time it’s Steve kissing Billy instead
~~~
(On AO3)
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