LE Turner's little drabbles

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My writing blog. Home to original and fan stories and poems.

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The Musings of an Arsonist

LE Turner

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The genius are psychotic, say envy and criticism,

And mundane men long for talents. Little fools

Who detest the banality that is their birthright.

I am the pride and sorrow of a grey world,

The brilliance that you hunger for,

The madness in your bedsheets.

Once upon a time, a match was held over

A people made of hay, bound together by rope,

And I begged one final question.

“Did you leave me out of love?”

(We genius are the sorrow of the world we’re forced to paint)

I replaced the silence with a snapping blaze,

The match falling to my feet. The mad burn together.

I’m sorry, so do you.

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Aged Adoration

by LE Turner

I want to grow old with you.

love you past passion,

love you past lust,

until my bones ache and your eyes blur.

and still we'll trace our hands down our cheeks,

say "I love you" every night.

I'll help you with your food and you'll push me in my chair,

and we'll love quiet but constant.

we will be old and decrepit,

but our love is greater than pain,

greater than the fustration of being unable to walk on my own.

so we'll cry and die and abide by the law of our flesh,

but I'll be in your arms, and we'll love quiet.

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[rapture]

i was lifted to the stars

they hugged me, and i screamed

and they burned my skin and bone

all that's left is elated torment

but the fire catches that too

and the heat melts away my sins

and as my hair smouldered into ash

and my fingernails melded into skin

which flaked away, freeing me

the stars hugged me, and placed

on my cheek, streaked with tears

an unendurable hand i'd longed for

and they said,

"it's okay, love, you're doing just fine

don't say your sorry, you are no crime"

they hugged me, and i am free.

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Why Does No One Care?

"Look at this galaxy, sending their clones to die."

A Clone Wars fanfiction one-shot centered around Wolffe and the 104th Wolfpack Battalion.

It was always awful, being in the barracks after a battle. But this had been the worst in a long time. So many men, dead So many shinies, st

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Children of Our Era

"The world's not the only thing messed up."

Type of work: poem.

Now on my blog, click on the link!!

It’s a strange world we’re in, Where lies paint our pages, And all that you hear, you doubt. It’s an odd place, this world, Where everything

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Captain Rex was a loyal soldier. But even good soldiers think traitorous thoughts. Traitorous Thoughts, a Clone Wars one-shot, now posted on my website (link in bio). It's not amazing. It's only 500 words. But it sure as frick is depressing. Art by @christinalungao2009 https://www.instagram.com/p/CaY5IrgJ70Q/?utm_medium=tumblr

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all these little nightmares, watch them pile and crumble A trilogy of poems inspired by a friend's dreams. Now posted on my website, https://louisamayalcott7.wixsite.com/penandink https://www.instagram.com/p/CaXreBEPpTp/?utm_medium=tumblr

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But Peter Parker Never Forgets (A Spiderman fanfiction). Now posted on my blog (https://louisamayalcott7.wixsite.com/penandink). There ARE No Way Home spoilers, be warned. (This fanart's not mine, artist is unknown.) https://www.instagram.com/p/CaXn1ouhF9o/?utm_medium=tumblr

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Aang and Azula

okay hot take but like, Aang and Azula in their twenties? would be fucking great. Just think about it:

- Zuko, being the caring older brother that he is, gives Azula her own little chunk of home in the palace. Give her Fire Nation therapists and shit, idk. They’re not super duper duper close all these years later, but they talk. They have tea together every Friday, sometimes Azula even laughs (in a non psycopathic way). 

- Aang, who likes saving people: shows up. Decides to meditate because that’s what he do bro. Azula comes across him because the Airbender legitimately just wandered around the palace and decided to medidate. They knock off, Azula’s like “Hello, Avatar” and Aang’s face just lights up like he’s hapy to see her (because he’s that nice of a person, y’know? New prospective friend before him and all) and Azula’s not u s e d to that. 

- They end up having tea together. Start hanging out. End up together, because we’re suckers for happy endings.

“You don’t have to save everyone, Aang. You gave me help, a lot of people did, and eventually I was able to save myself. 

You gave me closure.”