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The shadow smirked behind unclear glasses.
The soft sound of cutlery trinkled throughout the room almost tauntingly.
The shadow stepped out from his hiding place.
Stepping closer to the sounds of the taunting cutlery.
While holding a bottle of warm red liquid.
The person who held the cutlery stopping briefly to say hello to the man carrying the bottle.
The man who carried the bottle set it down upon the table.
Before saying a warm hello to his older twin brother.
The older twin asked what the red liquid was before letting his younger twin pour it on the food.
The older twin asked if it was cherry syrup before he allowed his younger twin to reply.
The younger twin said yes and asked if it was strange.
The older twin said that it wasn't before taking a bite out of the syrup covered pancake.
The older twin chewed and chewed and chewed before it slowly stopped all together.
The older twin slowly turned to his younger twin calling out 'Mattie what is this-' before he stopped.
A gun was cocked.
Mattie had a gun to Alfred's head.
Mattie replied 'Don't you like the taste of your favourite nation, Alfred?'.
Mattie then said 'Now eat it all up. I don't want my hard work to waste.'
Mattie grinned.
While Alfred stared in horror at the plate of innocent red liquid of what Mattie had done.
The soft sound of cutlery trinkled throughout the room almost tauntingly.
The shadow stepped out from his hiding place.
Stepping closer to the sounds of the taunting cutlery.
While holding a bottle of warm red liquid.
The person who held the cutlery stopping briefly to say hello to the man carrying the bottle.
The man who carried the bottle set it down upon the table.
Before saying a warm hello to his older twin brother.
The older twin asked what the red liquid was before letting his younger twin pour it on the food.
The older twin asked if it was cherry syrup before he allowed his younger twin to reply.
The younger twin said yes and asked if it was strange.
The older twin said that it wasn't before taking a bite out of the syrup covered pancake.
The older twin chewed and chewed and chewed before it slowly stopped all together.
The older twin slowly turned to his younger twin calling out 'Mattie what is this-' before he stopped.
A gun was cocked.
Mattie had a gun to Alfred's head.
Mattie replied 'Don't you like the taste of your favourite nation, Alfred?'.
Mattie then said 'Now eat it all up. I don't want my hard work to waste.'
Mattie grinned.
While Alfred stared in horror at the plate of innocent red liquid of what Mattie had done.
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Cherry Syrup
America walked into the kitchen where Canada was as usual at the stove, humming a song.
"You're chipper today bro," America said, seating himself at the mahogany table.
"Oh I guess I am America. Maybe it's from trying a new recipe, I'm sure you'll enjoy it," Canada set a plate of pancakes and a ceramic bowl full of syrup in front of his brother.
Canada busied himself in the cupboards as America drenched his breakfast with the thick liquid. "Huh, no maple? Why is that Bro?" America said turning in his seat to face the other country.
"Oh, we ran out, and I didn't have time to get more. The cherry is just as good though. Try some brother
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~Cheery syrup~
"Maaaaattie?" I called, stretching the 'a' as I peeked through the door. "Are you home?" The door opened with a creek. It was odd, that his door was left ajar when I arrived. He usually would keep it closed, in the middle of winter.
Not really caring if he was home or not, I was cold. The heat was still on, I discovered, when I stepped inside. It was on high, too. Not bit a minute after I closed the door, I was sweating. I quickly shed my coat, gloves, scarf, and boots, until I was in my jeans, shirt, jacket and hero socks. I wiggled my toes as I examined them, grinning. I loved these socks, which was a gift from Mattie. I th
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Trying his best not to misstep in the fog, a young man named Matthew Williams who was barely out of his twenties and very much out of his element, instinctively dug his hands deeper into the warm coat pockets of his yellow Fisherman's toggle raincoat. And at the same time, he was trying to avoid yet another treacherous muddy puddle that threatened challenge the limits of his tall rub
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OK so everyone else has done something to do with Cherry Syrup and currently no body has done a poem about it. So here I thought why not use my amazing(ly crappy) poetry skills to make one and try to be a horrorifying as possible.
Hmmm while I read this I kept thinking this is more like a story than a poem. Oh well.
Edit: oh yes I forgot! All of the long lines are refering to Alfred and all of the short ones to Matthew if you didn't get it or are just lazy (like me).
Edit 2: Again sorry to OtagenXsama for forgetting to put up that it was their idea for Cherry Syrup. So yea go check the original out, ok?
Here's a random icon for you--->
Hmmm while I read this I kept thinking this is more like a story than a poem. Oh well.
Edit: oh yes I forgot! All of the long lines are refering to Alfred and all of the short ones to Matthew if you didn't get it or are just lazy (like me).
Edit 2: Again sorry to OtagenXsama for forgetting to put up that it was their idea for Cherry Syrup. So yea go check the original out, ok?
Here's a random icon for you--->
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That ees wery good Matvei! *pats head*
Thank you Ivan!
