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Senior Prisoner of War Wilhelm Klink"Raus, every-body up, up, up! Roooll caaall! Schnell!"
Colonel Klink rolled off his top bunk and pulled on his leather flight jacket. He froze. Leather flight jacket? Klink's eyes bulged and his ripped off the jacket looking at the eagles on his shoulders. This was Hogan's jacket, but then he noticed that something vital to the jacket was different. The name tag, which usually read 'COL. R. E. HOGAN', read 'COL. W. KLINK'. Klink couldn't think anymore. This wasn't happening. He wasn't in the USAAF, he was in the Luftwaffe. He was a loyal German officer. What had happened last night to have him wake up here of all places.
Someone knocked on the door into the private room in Barracks Two. "Colonel Klink?" Schultz said. "Are you in there? It is time for roll call. Oh, Colonel Klink, please be in ther
The Tail of the MermaidWhen I was young,
I lived by the sea.
The beaches were warm
And the children ran free.
There was a rumor told,
An old wives' tale, they say
That every full moon
The mermaids come out and play.
One bite from them
And then you will know
What's it's like to go swimming
Out in the undertow.
A nip on my forearm
Changed my legs into fins.
She just couldn't help herself.
Swimming up to me, she grins.
"You're a were-mermaid now.
Congratulations! It's fun.
You can swim down deep,
And relax as a human out in the sun."
If I was not in the water
By the time the full moon was lit,
I would be flopping on my floor
Like I was having a fit.
We're usually harmless.
Our cultures can mesh,
But if you make us angry,
We might just munch on your flesh.
may as well buy another packcollapse, and breathe into the carpet:
sunday mornings are not
for falling apart, but damn
the amphorics, this
is not an atmosphere.
you fell in love like you always
wish you didn't, made all their
smiles replaceable, interchangeable,
fell asleep with shadows and kept
drinking, just letting yourself sleep
with blue pills
and tried not to scream.
(keep this image in your head:
fire and nectarines, a sudden jerk
of realization, inspiration
breaking your neck and leaving you forever
breaking bones is not so different
from breaking hearts - it's all about
the leverage, the angle, the mode
(and at least it wasn't personal;
it can color in your own guilt
for starting lines and never ending
The Panic Room (A Supernatural One-Shot)“Dean…? Dean?”
The name felt like lead on Sam’s tongue, so thick and heavy that he wasn’t sure if the syllable had actually made it past his lips.
The only reason he was aware of something cutting into his neck was the trail of red that was marking a small pathway against the stark fabric of his shirt. The dark suit and tie that usually accompanied the white-collared look were missing, but he couldn’t remember why.
His brother’s name seemed to drop soundlessly into the dark space before him. Everything felt heavy. Dull. Maybe he was dreaming.
But dreams shouldn’t smell of dust and abandonment. They shouldn’t be framed by cobwebs and wallpaper so aged that their floral design has faded into funeral bouquets. They shouldn’t have flickering candlelight and robed figures looking down on you.
No, dreams shouldn’t be like that.
But Winchesters don’t have dreams. They have nightmares. Sam smile
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