About Damned TimeWill start with fleshing out characters more, starting with the eponym.
May post some character biographies if I feel like they're good enough. But all this new-found free time should be going to something constructive.
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The Most Sanitary AmoebaClimb up a tree in the dead of day. Eight stories high but we'll make our way.The Most Sanitary Amoeba
I'll pull you up won't let you fall. Won't let the leaves Become your pall.
Knocked o'er a nest With sparrow chicks But please stop crying They've got their tricks.
They'll learn to fly. Just like us.
So high up now I'm feeling light. Dizziness comes like a twinkling sprite.
I start to feel faint As the north wind blows Hold on tighter You can't let go.
Head gets cloudy as we near the top
by ~ClockworkBeast
North Wall(found etched into his cell walls)North Wall
As they have provided me no instrument, no canvas to record, I give here, on this wall, the most accurate accord of who I am. This is (to my greatest recollection) the complete and unabashed truth. It may seem odd, someone who for so long hid, and ran to be so open. But I can find no reason to confine my story to the depths of my mind any longer. May the reader; be you police, CIA, or humble janitor, take solace that this is far above everything said about me. The news reports, the Government fabrications. I bear myself, all of myself, for whatever purpose you see fit.
My name is Al
by ~ClockworkBeast
Marble RisingTucked in the covers I shake and yawn Sleep will come soon, too long before dawnMarble Rising
Nightmares are bored with me right now Won't carry me off no sweat on my brow
I can't take it. I like being scared.
Hear the creaking of my old door Something scurrying down on the floor
Should I be afraid? Probably not.
Tick tick tocking of my nonsense clock Fan blades whirring
Waiting for a knock
From ol' Queen Mab
In a stained glass dress Shadows of Morpheus, night's caress.
by ~ClockworkBeast
Scooper Tim's Time MachineClose the blinds, it's far too bright. Mumbling, grumbling, all through the night.Scooper Tim's Time Machine
Can you blame me? No you really can't.
Stretch and yawn, hit the Snooze again She in the bedroom Me in the den
I don't blame her I talk in her sleep
Oranges fester Milk's gone wrong Liquor bottles twinkle Singing our song
Why blame us? We do what we can.
No white noise machine, but I've got you Yelling and crying brings me to.
Can't blame her.
Or maybe I should.
by ~ClockworkBeast
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