Monday: Poetry

[beckonade]

Hi there! I'm your host for the week, beckonade, and today's theme is poetry. All prompts should be either poems or quotes from poems. If the poem you'd like to use as a prompt is long enough to be unwieldy, feel free to simply provide a link to it.

Just a few rules:No more than five prompts in a row

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[rhymesofblue]

any, any,

"We are the monsters that walk the earth.
We bare our teeth and the winds shudder.
We scream and watch as the skies split.
We cry and beneath our feet grounds shake.
We are monsters.
We are gods.
We are the mortals left behind.

(We do not die)"

(this one's mine so: rhymesofblue on tumblr)

1/2 - Scream 1996/Highlander, talk of violence/death

[tigriswolf]

Stu wakes up in a coffin and thinks, fuck. Last thing he knew, Sidney dropped a TV on his head and he was also bleeding out but currently, nothing hurts. He shifts around, determines he is actually in a coffin (the fuck?), and considers what to do.

Well, obviously, nothing can be done until he's out of the coffin, so he gets to work.

.

As he breathes the cool night air, Stu looks at the placemarker where a headstone should be. That tells him a little about how long it's been. Since he clearly won’t be able to get away with being an innocent survivor (he was fucking buried), Stu fixes the gravesite back to looking freshly-laid and not like someone just crawled out of it.

First things first, a change of clothes and some food. Then, finding out what the fuck happened.

.

What happened was that Sidney fucking Prescott somehow managed to kill both Stu and Billy, and not only that, but Gale Weathers, Tatum’s idiot brother, and fucking Randy Meeks all survived.

Billy died but Randy is still alive, and Stu seethesBilly died

2/2 - Scream 1996/Highlander, talk of violence/death

[tigriswolf]

In a diner in Oregon, with a plateful of breakfast hash and a notebook full of half-baked ideas, Stu shivers as a tingle dances along his spine.

A pale guy slides into the booth across from him, messy dark hair that reminds him of Billy and a smirk that’s all teeth. Stu blinks at him but the guy just reaches out to steal his breakfast.

“Go on,” he says, adding salt and pepper to the hash, with a nod to the notebook. “I’m curious to see what you come up with.”

“Who the fuck are you?” Stu demands quietly because even though he’s supposed to be dead, everyone is still freaked out by the so-called Woodsboro Massacre. (Okay, the name is kinda cool. It still feels like failure because Billy-)

“Call me Ben,” he says, and now he’s reaching for Stu’s soda.

Stu just lets him take it. “Okay, Ben,” he hisses, pulling the notebook closer. “And what the fuck do you want