I’ve said it before, I’ll say it a thousand more times: No piece of dystopian fiction has ever been a prediction of the future. They are observations and criticisms of the present.
POTO 13 Nights of Halloween - October 31 - The Siren's Lullaby
Written and submitted by @tallestsilver
Anger pulsed through his body as he marched down the steps, leading to the underground cellars of the opera.
“What a fool,” he muttered under his breath, trying to vent his frustrations, “he should know better than this.”
His determined steps echoed down, down, down the chambers. The lantern he held aloft to illuminate his path cast long shadows that halted to black. By the small light, the walls were getting dingier with neglect and decay. He could smell mold and thick wetness in the stale air.
His nostrils flared at this predicament. He should NOT have to be down here. He should NOT have to be doing this.
He would much rather be in the warm embrace of La Sorelli, her lithe legs wrapped around his-
Philippe mis-stepped on the stone stairs, taking the next three quite quickly. His stomach dropped as a surge of unexpected adrenaline flooded his body. He instantly felt ill, but swallowed the feeling with a deep gulping breath. Some rocks fell away and metal against stone shrieked behind him.
He gasped, whipping around and shining the beam of light behind him. To his relief, or to his uneasy dismay, nothing was amiss.
He continued down the path.
Just an idea I got for the beast from Over the Garden Wall.
in a loose fairytale stye.
- art by zelda c.w.
**I thought i should include the title of OTGW somewhere, so I revised the words to the last panel… (although the first version was reblogged so many times already…Orz )