a poem
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The song of the dead
With their last solemn breath
The stars are twirling
My face is drooling
The wind picks up
The smell of dead bodies rot
I'm totally not going to throw up
But the blood dripping
From the bodies of my victims
My eyes twinkle with excitement
You see...
I now have a thirst for blood
~Nellie <3
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(A poetic way of describing what Nellie was thinking when she suddenly went on a killing spree out of anger. All Sharp was thinking was, "YAY, sHe sNaPpEd!")
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The Wielder and the Talking Scythe
FantasyThese one-shot stories are a glimpse into the life of Nellie the Glitch. Featuring worlds imagined by yours truly. There will also be AUs. Nellie travels time and worlds but she also has alternate selves in other multiverses. (TW: blood (will add mo...
