Fictional characters

[UnderYourSpell]

I had thought of making this a challenge, but as there are so many fictional characters to chose from I started a thread to stand alone.
Pick a fictional character and write from their perspective, whether it be Jane Eyre or Hannibal Lecter!
No prizes and critique encouraged.

 

[captainman2018]

I Really Should Have Told Luke

What I really should have told
Luke was something so very bold
like wanting to take Leia and
let her ride my stiff cock within
the Falcon until I shoot in
her a wide stream of very brand
new cum but that was before she
said she is Luke's sister to me
which left me feeling not so grand.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Good grief do you have to defile every thread with dirty ditties? #annoyed

 

[Angeline]

Higgledy piggledy
Nicholas Nickleby
Traveled from London town
Far north to York

Whilst sister Kate stayed home
Overworked and pursued
Indefatigably
By Sir M. Hawk

 

[HarryHill]

Bluto stuck his face in a dangerous place, a porthole, got Popeyed.

 

[HarryHill]

What I really should have told
Luke was something so very bold
like wanting to take Leia and
let her ride my stiff cock within
the Falcon until I shoot in
her a wide stream of very brand
new cum but that was before she
said she is Luke's sister to me
which left me feeling not so grand.

..
Captainnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn

Sinbad took to voyaging,
'cross most any sea,
found an island all of women,
thought to spend some time ashore,
he escaped 3 months later,
made for a friendly port,
spent the season recovering,
from their bawdy sport.

Good grief do you have to defile every thread with dirty ditties? #annoyed

..
Defile, nice

 

[UnderYourSpell]

..
Captainnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn

Sinbad took to voyaging,
'cross most any sea,
found an island all of women,
thought to spend some time ashore,
he escaped 3 months later,
made for a friendly port,
spent the season recovering,
from their bawdy sport.


..
Defile, nice

I know I shouldn't feed our resident troll ........ perhaps I should spike it with Ex-lax

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Miss Haversham

In this house of loss and memories,
ghosts of the past mingle in the gloom
of cobwebs and the faded lace
of a wedding dress crumbling into despair.
.
Abandoned on the very day
she had dreamed of being filled
with happiness and joy
for their future together. So now
.
she grooms Estella's beauty to break
the heart of every man she can,
to recompense a twisted mind
bent on revenge on all mankind.

 

[butters]

acting out the part

he'll always have his Hamlet

seen too many stages
too many sets
too many women
and men
too many highs and lows
people selling themselves to the devil

worked most his life
some flicks shittier than others
always missing those days of yore
footlights, greasepaint, a papier-mâché crown
trading his soul for celluloid
popcorn in the aisles
a catchy theme-tune
and "ice-creams available from usherettes during the intervals"

but now
alone
in his bedsit
(and happily so
because most people are idiots
no, be honest
cunts
-he's already sold his soul, ok?)
with his faded wallpaper
faded couch
faded corduroys
and house slippers
(yes, fuck you, house slippers)
he spends his waking hours
watching reruns of his roles
(not an oscar amongst them, fuck the critics!)
nursing a tepid can
smoking something "herbal"
half-eaten tv dinner on his lap

he hangs on every nuance
each glance, each pause
each subtle play on lines
whose writers first argued
and directors first sighed
before conceding
eventually
citing ''time is money''

and as the curtain-filtered light
waxes first then wanes
he's lost in time
in a silvered string of moments
in a golden age
forgetting all the times he's bitched
about ungainly blocks of speech
and unfit scripts
inept lighting-techs and costumes gone astray
poor casting and poor editing... these days
he's mesmerised, enchanted
living once again in colours
he can replay *tap-taps the worn button*
relishing these happy, happy tears
that spill unspoken adulation
silent applause
even if his agent never calls.

 

[LADYRose420]

As the morning sun rose,
I start the day,
With a smile,
Glad the flowers didn't get froze,
Seeing warmth is the way
To go the extra mile.