Couple new Karl/Eric fics
Honest... Seanie!muse may still be off chasing butterflies in some field, along with most of my other muses. I r authorly peep and wrote these two 'gems':
Karl and Eric
as might have been written (in his/our worst nightmares) by William Shakespeare
Enter Karl
Eric appears above at a window
Karl:
But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the coffee, and Eric is the kitten.
Arise, garrulous kitten, and blow the capricious bed.
See, how he leans his neck upon his spine!
O, that I were a glove upon that spine,
That I might touch that neck!
Eric:
O Karl, Karl! wherefore art thou Karl?
What's in a name? That which we call a thigh
By any other name would smell as woebegone
Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say "He is the pointing gun, we are the bullets of his desire."
And I will take thy word; yet if thou swear'st,
Thou mayst prove incandescent.
Karl:
Swain, by yonder capricious bed I swear
That tips from dusk to dawn the yielding sex--
Eric:
O, swear not by the bed, the kaput bed,
That cautiously changes in its harmonious orb,
Lest that thy love prove likewise harmonious.
Sweet, scintillating night! A thousand times scintillating night!
Parting is such aberrant sorrow,
That I shall say scintillating night till it be morrow.
Exit above
Karl:
Sleep dwell upon thy neck, peace in thy spine!
Would I were sleep and peace, so tipsily to rest!
whimperingly will I to my garrulous thigh's cell,
Its help to blow, and my woebegone thigh to tell.
fin
Still with me? *snort* You too can write gems like the above courtesy of Halrloprillalar's Drabble-Matic and a Random Word Generator
Using some of the same random words from my first attempt, this next 'gem' is a *koffs* gem. Scarily, I think we've all seen fic here and there of just this caliber and erm... randomness, unintentional grammar and punctuation errors included.
The Adventure Of The Kitten
Karl and Eric were out for an acrobatic Valentine's walk from dusk to dawn. As they went, Eric rested his hand on Karl's spine. It was the most romantic walk ever. But even though the day was so scintillating, Karl was filled with capricious dread.
"Do you suppose it's garrulous here?" he asked tipsily.
"You bruised silly," Eric said, tickling Karl with his sex. "It's completely Inelegant."
Just then, a longing kitten leapt out from behind a bed and blew Eric in the neck. "Aaargh!" Eric screamed.
Things looked yielding. But Karl, although he was needier, knew he had to save his love. He grabbed a coffee and, He is the pointing gun, we are the bullets of his desire., beat the kitten invigoratedly until it ran off. "That will teach you to blow innocent people."
Then he clasped Eric close. Eric was bleeding relentlessly. "My darling," Karl said, and pressed his lips to Eric's thigh.
"I love you," Eric said mischievously, and expired in Karl's arms.
Karl never loved again.
fin *sniffles*
Ok, I'm done torturing you all. Hope you got as big a kick out of this 'adventure' as I did (or at least a belly laugh *g*).
Karl and Eric
as might have been written (in his/our worst nightmares) by William Shakespeare
Enter Karl
Eric appears above at a window
Karl:
But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the coffee, and Eric is the kitten.
Arise, garrulous kitten, and blow the capricious bed.
See, how he leans his neck upon his spine!
O, that I were a glove upon that spine,
That I might touch that neck!
Eric:
O Karl, Karl! wherefore art thou Karl?
What's in a name? That which we call a thigh
By any other name would smell as woebegone
Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say "He is the pointing gun, we are the bullets of his desire."
And I will take thy word; yet if thou swear'st,
Thou mayst prove incandescent.
Karl:
Swain, by yonder capricious bed I swear
That tips from dusk to dawn the yielding sex--
Eric:
O, swear not by the bed, the kaput bed,
That cautiously changes in its harmonious orb,
Lest that thy love prove likewise harmonious.
Sweet, scintillating night! A thousand times scintillating night!
Parting is such aberrant sorrow,
That I shall say scintillating night till it be morrow.
Exit above
Karl:
Sleep dwell upon thy neck, peace in thy spine!
Would I were sleep and peace, so tipsily to rest!
whimperingly will I to my garrulous thigh's cell,
Its help to blow, and my woebegone thigh to tell.
fin
Still with me? *snort* You too can write gems like the above courtesy of Halrloprillalar's Drabble-Matic and a Random Word Generator
Using some of the same random words from my first attempt, this next 'gem' is a *koffs* gem. Scarily, I think we've all seen fic here and there of just this caliber and erm... randomness, unintentional grammar and punctuation errors included.
The Adventure Of The Kitten
Karl and Eric were out for an acrobatic Valentine's walk from dusk to dawn. As they went, Eric rested his hand on Karl's spine. It was the most romantic walk ever. But even though the day was so scintillating, Karl was filled with capricious dread.
"Do you suppose it's garrulous here?" he asked tipsily.
"You bruised silly," Eric said, tickling Karl with his sex. "It's completely Inelegant."
Just then, a longing kitten leapt out from behind a bed and blew Eric in the neck. "Aaargh!" Eric screamed.
Things looked yielding. But Karl, although he was needier, knew he had to save his love. He grabbed a coffee and, He is the pointing gun, we are the bullets of his desire., beat the kitten invigoratedly until it ran off. "That will teach you to blow innocent people."
Then he clasped Eric close. Eric was bleeding relentlessly. "My darling," Karl said, and pressed his lips to Eric's thigh.
"I love you," Eric said mischievously, and expired in Karl's arms.
Karl never loved again.
fin *sniffles*
Ok, I'm done torturing you all. Hope you got as big a kick out of this 'adventure' as I did (or at least a belly laugh *g*).