by Suz email@example.com
Okay, for those of you who don't know, the members of JetC14 have thrown me into a dungeon...
So, you've thrown me into a dungeon for not typing fast enough. Well...did you ever consider that maybe I *like* it in here??
This is utterly self-indulgent. Oh, I took English at College so I *know* this isn't grammatically correct. Who cares??
Not really J/C and yet it is.
Thrown into a dungeon to pay for my crime -
not writing J/C fics in a fast enough time.
Mary and Irenee watch on with glee
as Amanda flicks a switch turning on the PC.
"Write!" they exclaim turning a key in the lock
"Finish that story of you'll stay here to rot."
Leaving me alone in a dark, cold cell
I know that I deserve this kind of hell.
But wait, there's a form moving from the wall
and as he approaches I try not to fall
For all is revealed as he comes into view;
the man in the cell has got a tattoo!
Overcoming my shock I ask why he's here
And with a slight smile I fight back a cheer
"They're angry at me for falling for Kellin
but I don't know or remember the woman."
"Perhaps I can help you," I suggest with a grin
"But you'll have to help me, so get going."
I explain what I want and though reluctant he agrees
so I start typing, my eyes fixed on the screen.
He tells me of Kathryn and my smile fills the room
as I listen to his words - love, peace, devotion.
Hours later I pause, fingers slipping from the board
When I notice he's asleep - I discover he snores.
Exhaustion overwhelms me and I fall to the ground
Ignoring the cold surface I sleep with no sound.
A pressure on my back wakes me from my slumber.
The man with the tattoo, is holding a cucumber!
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