Best Story everCry ran frantically around the houseBest Story ever1 year ago in Scraps More Like This
"FELIX" He screamed as he turned everything over.
"WHAT?" Felix shouted back as he sat up, stark naked and no longer three inches tall.
"You're naked" Cry replied, unamused.
"Good" Felix answered.
They then proceeded to have pancakes.
They were good
Aphrodite's Clever HandWhen you turned your backAphrodite's Clever Hand1 year ago in Scraps More Like This
On this poor lovesick fool
You turned a soul once burning with passion into somber black.
How could this person I loved be so deeply cruel?
Yet still in you I see that sparkling jewel
That stole my heart one autumn day
When you spun my heart on fate's harsh spool
And all of me became your prey.
First brought together by Aphrodite's clever hand
Then pulled apart when you fell again
For another who's beauty you could not withstand
Leaving my mourning heart to the lion's den.
I find myself in a play that had been acted since the roots of humanity
And now I have been chosen for the leading role,
The story of love in all its glorious insanity
That emotion that humans so extol
But leaves me with only a carcass of a battered, weeping soul.
Yet, I cannot come to regret those days when you were wholly mine
Where we both blazed in an inferno of love fueled by the blackest coal
And the future looked glorious to us, great and fine.
First brought together by Aphrodite's cl
The Crippled ShieldLook upon a shieldThe Crippled Shield1 year ago in Scraps More Like This
Made by a cripple of a crippled world.
Look upon tales of love.
Look upon tales of war.
Look upon tales of destruction and despair.
Look upon tales of miracles and hope.
Nothing seems to change
In this strange little world:
Cycles that never cease
Times of war and times of peace
Birth and death and life sandwiched in between
Stories of good and evil
Eating, breathing, sleeping, being.
No reason immediately at hand
For this chaotic ordered way
Just stories on a shield that spell out fate
Like little dolls made to be whatever the imaginer may please.
The shield tells the dolls what to be.
Fighting in the only way they can:
Words, weapons, thoughts, emotions
Hacking, attacking, asking for a bit of say.
The crippled forger of a crippled world simply continues on
Banging his hammer while humming a song.
Sometimes he laughs and sometimes he plays
With the little creations upon the shield he has made.
This itself is a cycle
Of being forged, used, then thrown away.
Forgotten Memories Notes - No longer RelevantStephano would be a jeweller, Being made of gold helps his ability to tell real from fake, We works with Jennifer who examines precious stones. Her form being a stone, she knows what is real and what is a imitation, It's not so much knowledge for them as it is a pang inside which burns when fakes are handled and a comforting warmth and familiarity washing over them when real things are handled.Forgotten Memories Notes - No longer Relevant1 year ago in Scraps More Like This
Mr Chair is a carpenter, he knows how things are assembled and, similar to Stephano and Jennifer, He can feel if something is wrong with a item, he will not rest until it is corrected. He always makes the best furniture and is highly requested. Mayo works along with him, building tables. The two know a little of the others field and will ask eachother for a second opinion on their object is the problem alludes them or something else is off.
Piggeh works alone in a butchers on the same street as everyone else. He is a expert at finding the best cuts and the shop is one of the most popu