by jabberwock » Fri Mar 08, 2013 12:01 pm
(I don't really mind. Sorry for the bad posts but I'm on my phone.)
Piper Blythe Landers
Piper stood on the corner of a street, watching the park. She was bored, having another hour or so until her part-time job at the store just across from her. She leaned against the wall with a sigh, pulling out her lighter and flicking it open. Even though she didn't smoke, she still carried it around with her. She studied the flame for a moment until a gust of wind blew the flame onto her hand and she dropped the lighter, swearing loudly. It wasn't the first time she had burnt herself. That was obvious because of the white patches that riddled her hands and arms. It didn't mean that it hurt any less though. She stuck her burnt finger in her mouth to try and sooth it.
`Twas brillig,
and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
"And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"
He chortled in his joy.
`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
- Lewis CarrollFanfiction Account Jubjub bird