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The Curse of the Magical Girl: Chapter 1By: D. R. Nyan-chan
Chapter 1: Bonky Bunny and the Mysterious Shadows
Fog. Thick, dense fog as far as the eye could see. That was the best way to describe the view from Siete Altar. The altar itself was a stone circular dais about 10 ft. in diameter with seven equally placed square boulders surrounding its circumference. Atop each boulder, a small entity resided, their figures distorted by the semi-opaque mist.
“Our hope is wan-ing,” one of the figures said.
“Things are not as bleak as they seem,” another figure replied in a deadpan tone.
“We still have a chance to pyon things around-pyon-pyon,” a third jumped in.
“Nyow is the time for us to act. The time has finyally come to rescue him-nya,” a fourth mewed.
“Not on our ownsies, we were able to locate our chosen ones, but we have to hurry before the meany shadows interfere, tee hee,” a cheery voice
Queen of the Pretty Pretty Princesses Part 1 of 2By: D. R. Nyan-chan
WARNING: Rated P for Excessive Pink
[MAIN BUTTERFLY POWER SERVER ONLINE]
[PRINCESS ID CHECK… OK]
[SYSTEM SELF-TUMMY-CHECK COMMENCING]
[SECRET DIARY AUTO-LOCKET OS VER. 8.52.54 PONY]
[REGISTERED SECRET KEEPER: Kevin Matterson]
[AGE: 12 and very manly]
[HAIR COLOR AND LENGTH: Dark brown and short because I’m a GUY]
[EARS: Average typical guy. Why does this matter?]
[TAIL: Are you kidding me? Why would I have one of those?]
[FRIENDSHIP CLUB: BOOGERS]
[RANK: Supremely Eternal Monarch, BOW BEFORE ME!]
[SIGNATURE: Despite what my mom may think, this is clearly child abuse!]
[RECORDING MODE: auto recording, preference assumed via brain wave estimation]
[TIME DELAY: 5 seconds]
[PIXIE ERROR: UNAUTHORIZED USER ENTRIES SUSPECTED]
[PANSY ERROR: CORRUPTED ENTRIES SUSPECTED]
[…NURSE ANTI-SICKY HARDWARE DETECTED]
[COMPLYING WITH REQUEST]
[COMMENCING TEXT DUMP OF RELAVANT ENTREES AND ERRORS]
June 11, 1005 hours
hey newton, gravity's flawedi.
starting anew from the flutter
and the sputter of lungs.
a vacant sea filled with feathers
and tumultuous clatter,
ribs in a treacherous pattern
resembling exiting rungs.
i want to wrestle the angels,
your tendency is the ladder.
involved with full indiscretion,
trading lazy for lace.
unspool the curse of the long-
limbs in a languorous flexion
i like the stab of the ankles,
you need the curves intersected.
opting to cull my extents
with trans-dimensional vigor.
spent my dysphoric corrections
on reconnecting lax ends.
lips in a spurious accent
feign a passionate rigor.
i tie myself to the anchor,
you extricate and ascend.
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