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As all of you who follow my ROTG fanfics I have introduced an OC of Jack-O-Lantern as Halloween's boyfriend, another OC of mine.
BUT this one is about Jack-O-Lantern and his past life. Hope you enjoy, and reviews are always welcome.
Jack watched his friends walk down the streets. He glared at them. Why was he so unlucky? He had been forbidden to go out side his house since the day he was born, especially during winter. Maybe it was because of his seasonal bloody noses during winter. But if so, why couldn't he go out during the other seasons? He brushed aside his wavy ginger hair. Maybe it was because Irish were hated on the streets. But he was only half Irish. His dad came to America as soon as the man sensed a famine of potatoes.
Come to think of it, his dad had always been ok with him going out. But he was away all the time because of trying to find a job. Jack could try to help out as well. It was his mom that was blocking him from
Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.
longdead leafa longdead leaf
burnt brown in the depth of green
cups a handful of fresh water
a leaf left behind
holds something of worth
forgoing death with its dead body
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