Dangle, My Marionette...'s Stories

Sue, Poor Thing.

2008-04-17T22:37:52Z

There once was a girl named Sue,
who came down with a case of the flu.
She made water all night,
as well as something quite not right,
And golly, she barfed her brains out too.

The Blessed Baby Grand

2008-03-01T00:28:29Z

The music flowed through me as I struck each key. My body danced along with the tune, as if my piano itself was an escalator towards my own heaven.

Angels danced, their pristine wings flapping in the windless air. My eyelids fell shut, my fingers feeling for the familiar path. I was sitting on a cloud, the baby grand floating in mid air.

The light of the Gods and Goddesses shone, reflecting off of my instrument, my baby. My baby had been blessed by the entities of the after life, and I carried it before these perfect creatures. They were impressed.

My eyes slid open. It was dark, nighttime had fallen quite some time ago.

“Play again? Why, of course.”

And so I did.

"It?"

2008-03-01T00:07:01Z

“Do it.”

The midnight sky was tinted orange from the heavy clouds above. Black slush lined the sidewalks in mounds, barely any pure snow left after the snow plows had gotten to it.

Two teenage girls made their way through the black lumps, their boots barely touching the concrete. Street lights illuminated their breath, the yellow haze casting shadows along the empty streets.

“It?”

One of the girls stopped, her ebony hair tinted orange from the lighting. She was of normal height, medium build. “Yeah, it.”

The other girl, her hair a bright purple, almost violet. The roots of her true hair were showing, blond. She, unlike the other girl, had soft curves, and was fairly short. “What if I don’t want to do ‘it’?”

The black haired girl looked at her crossly. “Do you know what ‘it’ is?”

“No, Should I?”

She huffed. “Forget it.”

“It?”

“No! Not ‘it’, it.”

The other young woman sighed. “You’re so confusing.”

The black haired girl leaned in, pecking her on the lips. “But that’s why you love me!”

“Yeah.”