Another creative game

[kiz_paws]

Though the previous post has our dear Laindessiel believing that she is indeed passed to the cyber fields of daisies... it is not entirely true. Waking up from a blissful reverie she rubs her brow trying to discern what that sound was from beneath her comfortable bed. An almost inaudible scratching; furtive movement; oh dear, what was that?? A horrific sucking noise and she was no more, the shadows from beneath have a wonderful specimen now....

[Pendragon]

An O Henry Death Scene for Paws

The road ran on and then turned into a puzzle.
There was a place were a tee-intersection appeared.
Kid Paws paused to remark while rubbing her dog’s muzzle,
“I have three choices, which shall I take my dear?”
But The Reaper smiled as his cold orbs spied her—
And he drew the sharpening tool along his scythe.
He cared not one whit her choice, he’d be there to find her,
For the Furies Three had cut her thread of life.
If to the left her feet should take her,
That planted wolf awaited for tender flesh, no waste!
If to the right seemed better choice to doggy-dear,
The vial of hydrophobia would change the dog’s taste.
And should Kid Paws just turn and go back home—
The waiting werewolf would tear flesh from her bones…

Pendragon
© 3/26/07

[kiz_paws]

We interupt this thread for a commendation for Pendragon

** claps claps claps **

your poetry is brilliant!

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Alrighty now, carry on!

[toni]

The Warrior Maiden Falls

Her twin katana poised before her like fangs,
The Warrior Maid moves through the mist like smoke—
Her feet find sure footholds among the rocky snags,
Eyes and ears alert for the moment she must deliver the death-stroke.
A warrior by birth and a warrior by choice and training,
No fear in her heart as she nears the monster’s cave.
Her movements are smooth, not labored or straining—
Her emotions controlled, the Cherry Blossom unafraid.
The sharp katana bite deep as the monster strikes,
Foiled in its plan to take the maiden by surprise.
Now the dance is cold steel against unearthly spikes—
And the maiden and monster stare coldly into each other’s eyes.
But skilled as she was, the warrior maiden could not defeat this beast:
But they will tell tales of her courage for centuries at least…

Pendragon

*A BIG ROUND OF APPLAUSE*
no one else like dear Uncle PEn! Thank you!!I am utterly speechless. One can't think of a better way to die!!

[Pendragon]

Ah shucks, thank you kindly for the comments...

Just remember, I'm up to die now...

[Laindessiel]

Someone else HAS got to do it. Unless I can dig up of some poetry inside my brain deserving moi Uncle Pen's death, nuh-uh, I'm a no show.

(Uncle Pen's killer is up next.)

[aeroport]

It’s really quite a curious thing, you know,
How one so versed in killing methods strange -
A murderer by all accounts deranged -
Met such a pleasant end, as such things go.

Yet so indeed it went with this our foe
When, at the fatal hour prearranged
‘S next victim from her life thought to estrange,
A sharp arthritic cramp wreaked then its woe!

Our Pen, distracted from his keyboard thus,
Driven elsewhere to find the Tylenol,
Mistakenly retrieved the Valium.

Then, taking several (being quite a wuss),
'A forgot why he had ever killed at all.
And, newly kind, to death did he succumb..

[Pendragon]

It’s really quite a curious thing, you know,
How one so versed in killing methods strange -
A murderer by all accounts deranged -
Met such a pleasant end, as such things go.

Yet so indeed it went with this our foe
When, at the fatal hour prearranged
‘S next victim from her life thought to estrange,
A sharp arthritic crap wreaked then its woe!

Our Pen, distracted from his keyboard thus,
Driven elsewhere to find the Tylenol,
Mistakenly retrieved the Valium.

Then, taking several (being was quite a wuss),
'A forgot why he had ever killed at all.
And, newly kind, to death did he succumb..

HEE-HEE! My dear James, did you perhaps mean "cramp", although the wife swares you must know me very well!

[kiz_paws]

In an attempt to listen to Der Ring des Nibelungen, nonstop, for the duration of the entire opera, our friend Jamesian neglects to eat and succumbs to a deep sleep and he floats onward, into the Wagnerian mists .....

[aeroport]

HEE-HEE! My dear James, did you perhaps mean "cramp", although the wife swares you must know me very well!

Yeah, sorry. It's fixed now.
I don't have the energy to kill again (floating off in the Wagnerian mists as I am ). Someone must knock off kiz paws.

[mir]

Jamesian, ah, poor man, broke the laws of nature. While posting in the kill-the-PAM thread, he failed to do away with his target. A fatal mistake! Now he and his scorned intended must suffer the same fate.

DEATH BY BAD MYSTERY NOVEL!!!!

[Pendragon]

Mir Gets the Bump

The dame blew into my office like a bad mystery novel.
And, brother, I should know. I’ve written most of them!
She looked like a wretch that lived in a run-down hovel,
She was slender, short bobbed black hair; red dress without a hem.
She said she had a case. I thought she looked like one, myself.
There was going to be a particularly gruesome murder.
I pushed her for details. She said the victim would be herself,
And she wanted to hire me before the Reaper called her number.
I didn’t think she had my price, and that’s what I told her,
She dumped her ratty purse on my desk and it held a lot of ice.
“Think you can find your loot among that pile of sparklers?”
“Um, yeah, baby, I think we can do a deal. Right price.”
Well, she’s on the slab down at the mortuary right now, looking handsome:
But at least when she took the bump it was quick, and not gruesome…

Pendragon
© 3/30/07

[kiz_paws]

Oh no ... I had entered an ending for mir

Pen's is better, and I don't have the heart to end him, so someone else can post....

[mazz]

Boo boo who was actually the real brains , could no longer bear yogi's incessant chatter and ate all the sandwiches in the pic en nic basket and so sadly yogi died of starvation.

[hyperinsomnia]

...and upon blossoming mazz was swiftly picked and shoved in a vase.