[drabble] Songs by Kerli
[ Love Is Dead / PG-13; angst ]
Her friends asked, how could she not break down, stayed sane with a straight face on 24/7 even after his betrayal (which to everyone on her side's surprise had started since more than a year ago).
It was simple, she said.
She had killed him. In her dreams.
He was dead. He was gone. He didn't live here anymore.
She placed her hands on where her heart was located. It was beating steadily.
She had never felt more alive than this.
==
[ Army of Love / PG; fantasy ]
Where the heck am I? I've never seen any forest like this one-with curtain of light beaming through the leaves. It's hella bright and an even brighter part is standing there, around seven meters or so before me. It looks like a huge, square fluorescent lamp though I doubt it, looking at that 'lamp' floating on air without anything to support it.
I freeze on the spot when I catch a glimpse of...
Is that a hand?
I can't be sure of what that is but that looks like a waving hand.
Yes, yes, that's actually a hand. A human's hand. A moment later, a pair of arms come out from the blinding light, followed by the rest of the body parts.
The bridge of my nose scrunches. I seem to have a hard time registering the scene I'm seeing into my brain.
Coming out of the square shaped light (which I assume is some kind of a magical portal) is a woman. An extremely weird looking one. That is if you compare her to the normal girls you usually find in your daily life.She looks sick with her pale skin. White dreadlocks framing her oval, hollow-cheeked face. And... that's some fancy white outfit she's wearing.
I swallow my saliva hard when she set her sharp, cold-ice stare at me. I may look dumb, turning my head to every direction to see if there's anyone else beside me in this strange place, but to no avail, no one else is here. But me. And her.
My heartbeat thump harder as seconds pass. When she swings her right leg forward, I'm thinking of running away from her. Don't judge me. Her stare is as creepy as her appearance and her aura and seven point five out ten rate is she's going to kill me. Or kidnap me in a worst way possible.
"W-what do you want?" I encourage myself to speak up to her.
Well, she stops at my words. And the silence is back enveloping the woods. Unfortunately, I'm not in a avorable position: she's standing tall before me, staring down at me whose ass is on the ground and legs are too weak to get up. I'm so much like a helpless mouse under the eagle's preying eyes.
Just what the hell is this weirdo want? And more important than that, where the hell am I?!
I instantly move back in alert when she extends her hand to me.
One.
Two.
She doesn't say anything.
I look at her hand confused, then to her creepy emotionless face, then back to her hand again. "Huh?" I don't get her.
"Moonchild," she says. More like mumbling it. I have no clue what that 'moonchild' is about, but she gets my attention.
In a quick motion, she squats down and grabs my right hand. I yelp in surprise as she pulls me up to my feet. It doesn't stop there.
She makes her way to the bright magical portal without letting go of my arm. I spat every cussing words I know, telling her to stop, but she doesn't seem to listen nor she care.
That's it. I use all my strength to wave my arm away from her grip. Damn, her grip is stronger than I thought and I'm the one who feel the pain instead. Nevertheless, she halts her step and looks at me with the same straight face.
"What the hell is it with you?! Where are you taking me?!" I shout angrily to her face, but that blank expression doesn't waver even when she gives me this ridiculous answer.
"We need you to take over the world."
"Excuse me?"
She turns away. Her dreadlocks sway, unintentionally slap my face. "Just follow me," is her clearest explanation of my kidnapping and she never bother to explain further. She has her mouth zipped for the rest of the walk.
I can only pray for my own safety and future before I follow her drowning my whole being in the pure white light, submissively letting it embrace me into a foreign world, a whole new universe I've never known the existence before.
==
[ Tea Party / PG; fantasy, humor ]
Matthew begged to the heaven to make him sure that the Mad Hatter across the table was only part of his nightmare. Okay, the term 'nightmare' was just an exaggeration. It was a strange dream. A very very strange dream where his pants were glued to the chair and his head couldn't turn to anywhere else but Mad Hatter's direction.
It was close to impossible to keep calm when there was an old man a few feet away smiling at him. Thead Hatter’s smile stretched wide that each of the corner of his mouth almost touch his eye sockets. And his lips slightly parted so the tip od his front teeth were shown a little bit. Overall, Mad Hatter's face was not the kind that was pleasant to look at.
Matthew gave him a half-hearted grin. Deep inside, he was wishing for the old man to stop looking at him with-what seemed like-a perverted stare. He was almost sure that inappropriate plans were running around inside the strange man's brain. Or hat. The insane rabbit was getting jumpier when the kettle threw a fit, announcing the the water was boiling already.
"Here's your cup of tea, young man." The insane rabbit put a porcelain cup in front of Matthew with a made-up butler-like gesture. "Tea with extract of autumn grass and orange peel is enough for an amateur like you." He skipped away, laughing like crazy and not minding Matthew's stare of disbelief. Was he serious about the dried grass?
Matthew was reluctant to take a sip of the hot drink but, hell, now the Mad Hatter's creepy stare looked like it had a new meaning. "Drink it, drink it, drink it," those icy green eyes said.
Matthew gave up. He took the small cup carefully, softly blew the steam coming out of the brown liquid and brought the edge of the cup to his lips-
"FREEEEEEEEZE!!!”
Mad Hatter's sudden yell surprised Matthew greatly that the cup almost slipped off of his fingers. "W-what-"
"Don't you know your manner, hey, young man?!" The Mad Hatter got up from his seat and slammed his hands to the table, causing the rats hiding behind the served food to jump off of the table and runaway into the woods. He shook his head and tsked, his arms were crossed before his chest. Once he calmed down, he sat back and clasped his hands. "Haven't you learned the etiquette one must do when drinking a cup of tea?"
He continued before Matthew had the chance to respond. "There are three important rules that you must follow when you have a cup of tea. First." he lifted his cup. "Keep smiling. Second, don't raise your elbows." He showed Matthew how that rule should be done; Matthew raised his eyebrow at the way Mad Hatter kept his elbows close to his stomach.
"Third, lift your pinky."
"Pinky?"
"Your little finger, young man."
Matthew almost blurted out a long whine of "whyyyy" when Mad Hatter stuck out his pinky to the air and sipped his tea with the most restrained move Matthew had ever seen from someone who was drinking his cup of tea.
"Now drink your tea that way." That creepy smile and stare came back to The Mad Hatter's face. Matthew was absolutely scared of that man.
"If..." Matthew started. "If I do the rules it the right way, can I leave this place after that?"
Mad Hatter blinked for a moment, his smile disappeared to form a confused 'o' with his mouth before he broke into laughter. "Why would you even want to leave this awesome party. Hey, hey, Mr. Rabbit, did you hear what he just say?"
The most insane and the maddest had a laughing fit for a long time and all Matthew could do was staring at their insanity.
"Stupid tea party." Poor Matthew wanted to bury his face deep in his palms.
Her friends asked, how could she not break down, stayed sane with a straight face on 24/7 even after his betrayal (which to everyone on her side's surprise had started since more than a year ago).
It was simple, she said.
She had killed him. In her dreams.
He was dead. He was gone. He didn't live here anymore.
She placed her hands on where her heart was located. It was beating steadily.
She had never felt more alive than this.
==
[ Army of Love / PG; fantasy ]
Where the heck am I? I've never seen any forest like this one-with curtain of light beaming through the leaves. It's hella bright and an even brighter part is standing there, around seven meters or so before me. It looks like a huge, square fluorescent lamp though I doubt it, looking at that 'lamp' floating on air without anything to support it.
I freeze on the spot when I catch a glimpse of...
Is that a hand?
I can't be sure of what that is but that looks like a waving hand.
Yes, yes, that's actually a hand. A human's hand. A moment later, a pair of arms come out from the blinding light, followed by the rest of the body parts.
The bridge of my nose scrunches. I seem to have a hard time registering the scene I'm seeing into my brain.
Coming out of the square shaped light (which I assume is some kind of a magical portal) is a woman. An extremely weird looking one. That is if you compare her to the normal girls you usually find in your daily life.She looks sick with her pale skin. White dreadlocks framing her oval, hollow-cheeked face. And... that's some fancy white outfit she's wearing.
I swallow my saliva hard when she set her sharp, cold-ice stare at me. I may look dumb, turning my head to every direction to see if there's anyone else beside me in this strange place, but to no avail, no one else is here. But me. And her.
My heartbeat thump harder as seconds pass. When she swings her right leg forward, I'm thinking of running away from her. Don't judge me. Her stare is as creepy as her appearance and her aura and seven point five out ten rate is she's going to kill me. Or kidnap me in a worst way possible.
"W-what do you want?" I encourage myself to speak up to her.
Well, she stops at my words. And the silence is back enveloping the woods. Unfortunately, I'm not in a avorable position: she's standing tall before me, staring down at me whose ass is on the ground and legs are too weak to get up. I'm so much like a helpless mouse under the eagle's preying eyes.
Just what the hell is this weirdo want? And more important than that, where the hell am I?!
I instantly move back in alert when she extends her hand to me.
One.
Two.
She doesn't say anything.
I look at her hand confused, then to her creepy emotionless face, then back to her hand again. "Huh?" I don't get her.
"Moonchild," she says. More like mumbling it. I have no clue what that 'moonchild' is about, but she gets my attention.
In a quick motion, she squats down and grabs my right hand. I yelp in surprise as she pulls me up to my feet. It doesn't stop there.
She makes her way to the bright magical portal without letting go of my arm. I spat every cussing words I know, telling her to stop, but she doesn't seem to listen nor she care.
That's it. I use all my strength to wave my arm away from her grip. Damn, her grip is stronger than I thought and I'm the one who feel the pain instead. Nevertheless, she halts her step and looks at me with the same straight face.
"What the hell is it with you?! Where are you taking me?!" I shout angrily to her face, but that blank expression doesn't waver even when she gives me this ridiculous answer.
"We need you to take over the world."
"Excuse me?"
She turns away. Her dreadlocks sway, unintentionally slap my face. "Just follow me," is her clearest explanation of my kidnapping and she never bother to explain further. She has her mouth zipped for the rest of the walk.
I can only pray for my own safety and future before I follow her drowning my whole being in the pure white light, submissively letting it embrace me into a foreign world, a whole new universe I've never known the existence before.
==
[ Tea Party / PG; fantasy, humor ]
Matthew begged to the heaven to make him sure that the Mad Hatter across the table was only part of his nightmare. Okay, the term 'nightmare' was just an exaggeration. It was a strange dream. A very very strange dream where his pants were glued to the chair and his head couldn't turn to anywhere else but Mad Hatter's direction.
It was close to impossible to keep calm when there was an old man a few feet away smiling at him. Thead Hatter’s smile stretched wide that each of the corner of his mouth almost touch his eye sockets. And his lips slightly parted so the tip od his front teeth were shown a little bit. Overall, Mad Hatter's face was not the kind that was pleasant to look at.
Matthew gave him a half-hearted grin. Deep inside, he was wishing for the old man to stop looking at him with-what seemed like-a perverted stare. He was almost sure that inappropriate plans were running around inside the strange man's brain. Or hat. The insane rabbit was getting jumpier when the kettle threw a fit, announcing the the water was boiling already.
"Here's your cup of tea, young man." The insane rabbit put a porcelain cup in front of Matthew with a made-up butler-like gesture. "Tea with extract of autumn grass and orange peel is enough for an amateur like you." He skipped away, laughing like crazy and not minding Matthew's stare of disbelief. Was he serious about the dried grass?
Matthew was reluctant to take a sip of the hot drink but, hell, now the Mad Hatter's creepy stare looked like it had a new meaning. "Drink it, drink it, drink it," those icy green eyes said.
Matthew gave up. He took the small cup carefully, softly blew the steam coming out of the brown liquid and brought the edge of the cup to his lips-
"FREEEEEEEEZE!!!”
Mad Hatter's sudden yell surprised Matthew greatly that the cup almost slipped off of his fingers. "W-what-"
"Don't you know your manner, hey, young man?!" The Mad Hatter got up from his seat and slammed his hands to the table, causing the rats hiding behind the served food to jump off of the table and runaway into the woods. He shook his head and tsked, his arms were crossed before his chest. Once he calmed down, he sat back and clasped his hands. "Haven't you learned the etiquette one must do when drinking a cup of tea?"
He continued before Matthew had the chance to respond. "There are three important rules that you must follow when you have a cup of tea. First." he lifted his cup. "Keep smiling. Second, don't raise your elbows." He showed Matthew how that rule should be done; Matthew raised his eyebrow at the way Mad Hatter kept his elbows close to his stomach.
"Third, lift your pinky."
"Pinky?"
"Your little finger, young man."
Matthew almost blurted out a long whine of "whyyyy" when Mad Hatter stuck out his pinky to the air and sipped his tea with the most restrained move Matthew had ever seen from someone who was drinking his cup of tea.
"Now drink your tea that way." That creepy smile and stare came back to The Mad Hatter's face. Matthew was absolutely scared of that man.
"If..." Matthew started. "If I do the rules it the right way, can I leave this place after that?"
Mad Hatter blinked for a moment, his smile disappeared to form a confused 'o' with his mouth before he broke into laughter. "Why would you even want to leave this awesome party. Hey, hey, Mr. Rabbit, did you hear what he just say?"
The most insane and the maddest had a laughing fit for a long time and all Matthew could do was staring at their insanity.
"Stupid tea party." Poor Matthew wanted to bury his face deep in his palms.