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Didn't know what to write so I picked a random Tardigrade Inferno song and wrote something simple inspired by that.

Tried a little different style this time.


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", "writing": "Leslie Primrose. Such a beautiful name for a beautiful flower like you. What makes you come to a place like this, I wonder? Perhaps it's just one of those oddities of fate that often seem to control the lives of mortals. A sleazy bar filled with filth and cigarette smoke and poor-quality alcohol, you are no doubt the best thing that has graced this little hellhole. A stage has been set for you, a spot where the brightest light of the building is shining, but it's still dim, maybe because the light is so dirty or maybe it just has poor quality like everything else in this bar. None of that matters. I can feel my black heart jump from joy within my ribcage when your figure emerges from the shadows. Oh, Leslie, you're so gorgeous. You're dressed in a pretty red dress that glimmers as you move around the stage. Your appearance has captivated all, it's like you have put a spell on the crowd. It was loud and laughing, these were worthless wretches after all. Just a mass of faceless poor things, maybe to you they seem like a beast made from various conjoined individuals. Their eyes are gleaming with lust; they drool as they look at your exposed skin. Disgusting pigs, all of them, but you try to ignore it. You sit down by the piano and start to play a melody these bastards don't deserve to hear.\n\nBut you still offer it to them anyway. They all go silent at the beginning of your performance. The notes you play on the piano are delightful already, but when you start to sing, it's like a song of a siren, so enchanting. You are a deity among men, my dear Leslie, and I can feel it through your performance, there is a flame of passion that fuels you. It wants out, it wants to be heard, and so you play and sing, even if the crowd is made of worthless trash like these men. But I'm not like them. I sit in the darkest corner, blending in with the shadows and the figures of the drunken men. I'm basically invisible. But I can see you clearly and my heart just won't stop pounding inside my chest. It's the alcohol that makes these men drunk, but I'm getting intoxicated by your voice. At this moment, all I can see and hear is you, Leslie darling. Please, keep igniting the heart inside me, the one that's black like coal. May it burst and be ablaze just like yours.\n\nAll things must come to an end and eventually, after a few songs, you decide to leave the stage. And oh it pains me, Leslie dear, that I can see tears in your eyes as you rush past the crowd that has started to make noise again. It's a waste of skill, to perform to these puny drunkards that only desire your body. The reality of an artist is a harsh one, not all who take that path are aware of it. You probably didn't expect anything like this as well. I stand up from my seat, detach myself from the mass of a beast and become an individual again and I leave the bar just a moment later than you did.\n\nThe cool night air welcomes me as I step outside. It feels refreshing after the musty and cigarette smoke filled air of the bar. The night is a dark one, as it usually is in this town. Pale street lights are trying to bring comfort, but they are rather weak. It's like everything is destined to fail in this cursed little town. I glance around in hopes I could catch a glimpse of you, but you have already rushed away from me. But it doesn't matter, because I know where you live. I'm merely tracing your steps as I walk through the dark town and one of the beautiful songs you just performed is lingering in my head, I can't help but hum to it. Just like a loyal shadow, I'm after you and will remain by your side for the rest of the night.\n\nThrough the darkness I find my way to your home. A house that has seen better days and is barely in livable condition. It's all you can afford, sadly. It's still better than some of the more dilapidated buildings there are around these parts of the town. I can see a dim light shining through a window and it paints the silhouette of the gorgeous features of your body. I walk closer to the house's door and I turn myself into a black shadow, entering your home from the gap beneath your door, a little trick of something I have done numerous times already. I won't stop there, my body twists and turns with no clear form as I traverse through your dwelling, but you don't notice me. I make my way to your attic where I have stayed for a long while already, but of course, you don't know that. Sometimes I may creak a board, but you have just brushed it off as the house being old and in need of repair. I regain my physical form once I'm in the room I have declared as my own and I crawl to one of my favorite spots in there.\n\nA small hole can be found from the floorboards, and looking through it, I can see directly into your bedroom. And more specifically, to your bed. You're already laying there, nightgown concealing your body from my eyes. You have lit a lamp on your nightstand and thanks to its illumination, I can admire your beauty without the inconvenience of darkness. Something is troubling your mind, but sadly, I can't read your thoughts. I can sense your heartbeat, however, and it seems like you still have a flame burning. This night's performance probably just reminded you of the harshness of the art world, but you still seem to have enough desire to keep trying. That's what I like about you. You're not only beautiful and have an amazing voice and talent, you also have some perseverance. You spent some time thinking about something, until you finally flipped the light switch and let the darkness consume you. Sleep well, my Leslie darling. I will stay up and watch you sleep, like so many nights before. I'm your guardian, I'll make sure nothing will disturb your dreams and no one will hurt you.\n\nOur days tend to follow this same pattern. I keep visiting the same filthy bar every day, just to see you on the stage. You'll never notice me as I become one with the mass that's just made of offensive pigs. You make my heart pound against my chest; I could keep listening to you for hours. You are a treasure, Leslie, you're too good for this place. Such a sad fate, your skills wasted like that when all the performances you're able to do are in disgusting places like this where none of the miserable folks are here to see you because of your talent. And unfortunately, I'm not here to lift you up and make everything better. In fact, if I didn't admire you, I'd be long gone from here already. I have my role and you have yours; we all have. And I'm afraid, Leslie, that even though you're a very talented musician, this is the peak of your career. You just don't know it yet, you're blind to the cruel truth. And I have prolonged my duty for too long already, it's time for us to meet face to face.\n\nThere is sadness in your songs tonight, more than usual. As the last note fades away into the musty air of the bar, you elegantly stand up from your seat while all the wretches cheer at you, but not because of your performance, they just want to gain your attention. But you ignore them to the best of your ability – you have developed quite a skill in that regard – and you walk away from the stage, heading to the entrance of this hellhole. I leave my spot in the shadows and I rush after you. It's another cold night in this town and I can see you shivering – no wonder since you're wearing a thin dress only. Despite the temperature, you had decided to light yourself a cigarette and smoke it outside the bar before heading home. Once I exited the building, your focus automatically shifts into me.\n\nNow, this is the moment I've been waiting for.\n\nWith a smile on my face, I bow to you slightly. “You were excellent tonight, Leslie.”\n\nYou look genuinely surprised by my words. “Oh, thank you. You're the first one to give me a compliment.”\n\n“You deserve so much more”, I say to you. “I've been here every day to hear your performance. I'm a huge admirer of yours!”\n\nI can sense your heartbeat getting louder. What joy it brings to me, that even if for a minute, I've been able to make your heart tremble. I'm saying words you have wanted to hear for a long time. Getting recognition is a great desire, even to you. It's like you're parched and I'm offering you the sweet, sweet water.\n\nA faint smile forms on your lips, making you look more beautiful than ever. “I didn't know there was someone who honestly enjoyed my performance. How come I haven't met you before?”\n\nOh, my dear Leslie, there's plenty of reasons for that. But of course, you don't have to know any of it. So I simply say: “I'm just a little shy, that's all.”\n\n“Is that so?” You study me with your gaze, as if you're trying to remember if you've seen me in the crowd before. Maybe you think you're recognizing me, or maybe you don't. It doesn't really matter.\n\n“I think you're a very beautiful person”, I then say. “You don't only look gorgeous, but your voice is angelic as well. There is one thing I don't understand, however…” I pause for a moment and you have a puzzled look on your face. “I simply can't comprehend how such a beauty has so ugly soul.”\n\nYou're looking at me with wide eyes, clearly not understanding what I'm talking about. You didn't expect to hear any of this. With a smirk on my face, I take a step closer to you and you look like you want to say something, even opening your mouth, but all the words die on your lips.\n\n“How does it feel that your only admirer is a demon?” I speak softly and I raise my hand to caress your pretty face. For whatever reason, you allow me to do that, still staring at me like I'd just grown two extra heads. “Yes, my dear… I have seen it many times before. You will die all forgotten and nobody cares. You certainly have talent, but there's only a chosen few who can become a star. You're not one of them.”\n\nSuddenly you look angry, defiant even. “You're wrong! I… I just need to try a little harder, surely hard work will be rewarded…”\n\nYou make me chuckle. “Maybe I am wrong, you'll never know with these things. But I'm here after one thing and then I'll be gone and you can try to reach the fame and money that you so desperately desire, I won't be in your way.”\n\n“What is it?” You're eyeing me with suspicion, perhaps you have a hunch that it won't be anything pleasant.\n\nAnd so I speak the truth: “Your soul, Leslie.”\n\nI give you no time to prepare yourself as I quickly lunge at you and our lips meet. You drop your cigarette and try to push me away, but my hands are like iron claws, securely hooked to your shoulders. My tongue infiltrates your mouth, but it won't stop there; it travels all the way to your chest, passing through your innards like a ghost. And there is your soul, breathing in with your lungs, beating with the rhythm of your heart. My tongue snatches it, like a hook, and then it retreats, through your flesh once more and back into our connected mouths. I withdraw my tongue from your mouth and I release you from my grip. I swallow your soul; it tastes bitter, which was what I expected.\n\nYou look dazed, but that's normal after losing your soul. It takes time to get accustomed to it. But I'm sure you'll do fine, your life was a miserable one already, this won't make it much worse.\n\n“Farewell, my dear Leslie”, I say to you. “We probably will never meet again.”\n\nYou remain silent as I walk away. It was nice to know you, darling. I truly enjoyed hearing you play and sing. Now you have no soul anymore, but I don't think it matters that much regarding your career. You were already a failure.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Leslie Primrose. Such a beautiful name for a beautiful flower like you. What makes you come to a place like this, I wonder? Perhaps it's just one of those oddities of fate that often seem to control the lives of mortals. A sleazy bar filled with filth and cigarette smoke and poor-quality alcohol, you are no doubt the best thing that has graced this little hellhole. A stage has been set for you, a spot where the brightest light of the building is shining, but it's still dim, maybe because the light is so dirty or maybe it just has poor quality like everything else in this bar. None of that matters. I can feel my black heart jump from joy within my ribcage when your figure emerges from the shadows. Oh, Leslie, you're so gorgeous. You're dressed in a pretty red dress that glimmers as you move around the stage. Your appearance has captivated all, it's like you have put a spell on the crowd. It was loud and laughing, these were worthless wretches after all. Just a mass of faceless poor things, maybe to you they seem like a beast made from various conjoined individuals. Their eyes are gleaming with lust; they drool as they look at your exposed skin. Disgusting pigs, all of them, but you try to ignore it. You sit down by the piano and start to play a melody these bastards don't deserve to hear.

But you still offer it to them anyway. They all go silent at the beginning of your performance. The notes you play on the piano are delightful already, but when you start to sing, it's like a song of a siren, so enchanting. You are a deity among men, my dear Leslie, and I can feel it through your performance, there is a flame of passion that fuels you. It wants out, it wants to be heard, and so you play and sing, even if the crowd is made of worthless trash like these men. But I'm not like them. I sit in the darkest corner, blending in with the shadows and the figures of the drunken men. I'm basically invisible. But I can see you clearly and my heart just won't stop pounding inside my chest. It's the alcohol that makes these men drunk, but I'm getting intoxicated by your voice. At this moment, all I can see and hear is you, Leslie darling. Please, keep igniting the heart inside me, the one that's black like coal. May it burst and be ablaze just like yours.

All things must come to an end and eventually, after a few songs, you decide to leave the stage. And oh it pains me, Leslie dear, that I can see tears in your eyes as you rush past the crowd that has started to make noise again. It's a waste of skill, to perform to these puny drunkards that only desire your body. The reality of an artist is a harsh one, not all who take that path are aware of it. You probably didn't expect anything like this as well. I stand up from my seat, detach myself from the mass of a beast and become an individual again and I leave the bar just a moment later than you did.

The cool night air welcomes me as I step outside. It feels refreshing after the musty and cigarette smoke filled air of the bar. The night is a dark one, as it usually is in this town. Pale street lights are trying to bring comfort, but they are rather weak. It's like everything is destined to fail in this cursed little town. I glance around in hopes I could catch a glimpse of you, but you have already rushed away from me. But it doesn't matter, because I know where you live. I'm merely tracing your steps as I walk through the dark town and one of the beautiful songs you just performed is lingering in my head, I can't help but hum to it. Just like a loyal shadow, I'm after you and will remain by your side for the rest of the night.

Through the darkness I find my way to your home. A house that has seen better days and is barely in livable condition. It's all you can afford, sadly. It's still better than some of the more dilapidated buildings there are around these parts of the town. I can see a dim light shining through a window and it paints the silhouette of the gorgeous features of your body. I walk closer to the house's door and I turn myself into a black shadow, entering your home from the gap beneath your door, a little trick of something I have done numerous times already. I won't stop there, my body twists and turns with no clear form as I traverse through your dwelling, but you don't notice me. I make my way to your attic where I have stayed for a long while already, but of course, you don't know that. Sometimes I may creak a board, but you have just brushed it off as the house being old and in need of repair. I regain my physical form once I'm in the room I have declared as my own and I crawl to one of my favorite spots in there.

A small hole can be found from the floorboards, and looking through it, I can see directly into your bedroom. And more specifically, to your bed. You're already laying there, nightgown concealing your body from my eyes. You have lit a lamp on your nightstand and thanks to its illumination, I can admire your beauty without the inconvenience of darkness. Something is troubling your mind, but sadly, I can't read your thoughts. I can sense your heartbeat, however, and it seems like you still have a flame burning. This night's performance probably just reminded you of the harshness of the art world, but you still seem to have enough desire to keep trying. That's what I like about you. You're not only beautiful and have an amazing voice and talent, you also have some perseverance. You spent some time thinking about something, until you finally flipped the light switch and let the darkness consume you. Sleep well, my Leslie darling. I will stay up and watch you sleep, like so many nights before. I'm your guardian, I'll make sure nothing will disturb your dreams and no one will hurt you.

Our days tend to follow this same pattern. I keep visiting the same filthy bar every day, just to see you on the stage. You'll never notice me as I become one with the mass that's just made of offensive pigs. You make my heart pound against my chest; I could keep listening to you for hours. You are a treasure, Leslie, you're too good for this place. Such a sad fate, your skills wasted like that when all the performances you're able to do are in disgusting places like this where none of the miserable folks are here to see you because of your talent. And unfortunately, I'm not here to lift you up and make everything better. In fact, if I didn't admire you, I'd be long gone from here already. I have my role and you have yours; we all have. And I'm afraid, Leslie, that even though you're a very talented musician, this is the peak of your career. You just don't know it yet, you're blind to the cruel truth. And I have prolonged my duty for too long already, it's time for us to meet face to face.

There is sadness in your songs tonight, more than usual. As the last note fades away into the musty air of the bar, you elegantly stand up from your seat while all the wretches cheer at you, but not because of your performance, they just want to gain your attention. But you ignore them to the best of your ability – you have developed quite a skill in that regard – and you walk away from the stage, heading to the entrance of this hellhole. I leave my spot in the shadows and I rush after you. It's another cold night in this town and I can see you shivering – no wonder since you're wearing a thin dress only. Despite the temperature, you had decided to light yourself a cigarette and smoke it outside the bar before heading home. Once I exited the building, your focus automatically shifts into me.

Now, this is the moment I've been waiting for.

With a smile on my face, I bow to you slightly. “You were excellent tonight, Leslie.”

You look genuinely surprised by my words. “Oh, thank you. You're the first one to give me a compliment.”

“You deserve so much more”, I say to you. “I've been here every day to hear your performance. I'm a huge admirer of yours!”

I can sense your heartbeat getting louder. What joy it brings to me, that even if for a minute, I've been able to make your heart tremble. I'm saying words you have wanted to hear for a long time. Getting recognition is a great desire, even to you. It's like you're parched and I'm offering you the sweet, sweet water.

A faint smile forms on your lips, making you look more beautiful than ever. “I didn't know there was someone who honestly enjoyed my performance. How come I haven't met you before?”

Oh, my dear Leslie, there's plenty of reasons for that. But of course, you don't have to know any of it. So I simply say: “I'm just a little shy, that's all.”

“Is that so?” You study me with your gaze, as if you're trying to remember if you've seen me in the crowd before. Maybe you think you're recognizing me, or maybe you don't. It doesn't really matter.

“I think you're a very beautiful person”, I then say. “You don't only look gorgeous, but your voice is angelic as well. There is one thing I don't understand, however…” I pause for a moment and you have a puzzled look on your face. “I simply can't comprehend how such a beauty has so ugly soul.”

You're looking at me with wide eyes, clearly not understanding what I'm talking about. You didn't expect to hear any of this. With a smirk on my face, I take a step closer to you and you look like you want to say something, even opening your mouth, but all the words die on your lips.

“How does it feel that your only admirer is a demon?” I speak softly and I raise my hand to caress your pretty face. For whatever reason, you allow me to do that, still staring at me like I'd just grown two extra heads. “Yes, my dear… I have seen it many times before. You will die all forgotten and nobody cares. You certainly have talent, but there's only a chosen few who can become a star. You're not one of them.”

Suddenly you look angry, defiant even. “You're wrong! I… I just need to try a little harder, surely hard work will be rewarded…”

You make me chuckle. “Maybe I am wrong, you'll never know with these things. But I'm here after one thing and then I'll be gone and you can try to reach the fame and money that you so desperately desire, I won't be in your way.”

“What is it?” You're eyeing me with suspicion, perhaps you have a hunch that it won't be anything pleasant.

And so I speak the truth: “Your soul, Leslie.”

I give you no time to prepare yourself as I quickly lunge at you and our lips meet. You drop your cigarette and try to push me away, but my hands are like iron claws, securely hooked to your shoulders. My tongue infiltrates your mouth, but it won't stop there; it travels all the way to your chest, passing through your innards like a ghost. And there is your soul, breathing in with your lungs, beating with the rhythm of your heart. My tongue snatches it, like a hook, and then it retreats, through your flesh once more and back into our connected mouths. I withdraw my tongue from your mouth and I release you from my grip. I swallow your soul; it tastes bitter, which was what I expected.

You look dazed, but that's normal after losing your soul. It takes time to get accustomed to it. But I'm sure you'll do fine, your life was a miserable one already, this won't make it much worse.

“Farewell, my dear Leslie”, I say to you. “We probably will never meet again.”

You remain silent as I walk away. It was nice to know you, darling. I truly enjoyed hearing you play and sing. Now you have no soul anymore, but I don't think it matters that much regarding your career. You were already a failure.", "pools_count": 1, "title": "Songs Into Stories: I'm Coming For Your Soul", "deleted": "f", "public": "t", "mimetype": "text/plain", "pagecount": "1", "rating_id": "0", "rating_name": "General", "ratings": [], "submission_type_id": "12", "type_name": "Writing - Document", "guest_block": "f", "friends_only": "f", "comments_count": "0", "views": "5" }