Distant Thoughts (Welcome to Night Vale Poem)A hole in my heart,Weighing my soul down,Something is keeping me apart,The feeling like I will drown...A part of me is gone,Lost to me like my memories,I tell myself to hold on,At least so I can defeat my enemies.Walking on the street,I saw someone who reminded me,But I looked down at my feet,My mind as desolate as the Dead Sea.He was accompanied by a man,He who looked like myself,His white hand on his tan,As he smirked to himself.By the time they passed by,I could feel myself breaking,Though my tears had gone dry,My soul continued aching.However, within an instant,I forgot why I was so sad,My thoughts became distant,And continued with the life I had.It still hurts.Wanting to be whole,My sadness exertsAnd I cry as to regain control...Listeners, it was to no avail,But I will continue my job here,For I love this town of Night Vale,And I swear I will not disappear.
Hourglass: Rise of the Guardians fanfictionSandman knew that time was running out.His time.Like sand trickling through his fingers, he reflected humorlessly in the back of his mind, the one tiny area that was not encompassed with the virulent need to survive.Pitch's unending wave of nightmares had surrounded him and the little sand cloud that was holding him aloft, an impenetrable blackness closing in on a speck of light. Night blotting out the sun. His arms were tiring, though his sand whips continued snapping at the impermeable mass, whatever gaps he created in the blackness instantly filled by more nightmares. He shuddered to think how many children it had taken to create such power, and how many of his dreams Pitch had tainted.Rage filled him again—a sensation he rarely felt, a peaceful if easily irritable creature by nature—but as in his prior battle with the Nightmare King, when Sandman had thought Pitch could be defeated by hurling him off a roof (and into a wall or two), fury clouded his vision, fueling