Couldn’t see flaws in the diamond on her finger
And he looked hard as he held her hand
Reality sometimes was hard to pencil into a narrative that worked for him
But he usually found a way to turn the coal in his stocking into something way more valuable
On this occasion, he turned his smile up to eleven to see if that would strike a shattering blow
Nothing could deviate her attention from her fiancé. The boy, on the other hand…
The look in his eyes forecast a storm of emotions about to hit
Everything to this point had been smooth sailing on calm seas
Mentioning her name, though, had brought a sudden change for the worse
Pushing himself up out of his chair, he leveled a finger
Everyone was quiet, waiting for the lightning bolt of his anger to strike
So when the finger went back down without a word, well everyone thought the worst had past
That’s when he took one step forward and a rain of fists poured down
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Fast-food restaurant grease ran down his chubby fingers.
Reaching for the cup of bubbly sugar water to wash it down, he took a long swig.
It tasted so so good. He snatched up his burger and took another ferocious bite.
Eventually, the stuffing of his face subsided and he turned back to the problem at hand.
Differential equations had destroyed his brain, but after that carb load, it was time to strike back!
Courting the queen was a dangerous move
Her ability to strike out was legendary, and she was so shifty
Every knight on both sides was hopping about to avoid her
So it was a surprise when she seemed to stumble into a trap by the opposing faction
So while they celebrated their minor victory, their king was brought low
Now, now is the time to strike back
Igniting the passions of the oppressed
Giving the darkness a soul of fire and destruction
Hell’s gates have broken, and we are not going back
To our oppressors, flee. We will do more than just go bump in the …
Blazing eyes bore down on her
Unconsciously she adjusts her collar
Rearing back, he attempts to strike her, but she dodges
Now he collapses and she watches the flames consume him
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Silently Malcolm crept up to his target
And yet he didn’t strike out at her
Feeling that something wasn’t quite right, he turned and walked away
Evelin smiled, and her eyes glowed. He was fleeing. Now it was her turn to hunt.
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He stalked his prey
Until it tired, letting him get close
Now he was ready to make the final strike
To claim her as his trophy
Emboldened as he struck out, but he suddenly realized he had been wrong
Didn’t get to see her triumphant smile with his lifeless eyes
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Bowling down her competition
Abagail paused to catch her breath
Looking for a sign for where next to strike
Laughing at how they mockingly told her to grow a pair
She threw herself into finishing them off
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