The Esophagor's Curse
by Jack_white_7

Long ago in the Haunted Woods,
A young Kacheek named Albert stood.
Trudging across the leafy floor,
Albert was grabbed by the Esophagor.

Its slimy fist held Albert tight,
And did so with all its might.
The hideous beast was surely the worst,
And it placed upon Albert a terrible curse.

Albert was now a mutant Kacheek;
In panic he let out a terrified shriek.
"Fetch me food!" yells the Esophagor,
But after he'd eaten he still wanted more.

So, every night in the wake of the moon,
Albert enters the Graveyard of Doom.
Fetching some treats for the monstrous beast,
Albert can't stop the endless feast.

Can anyone satisfy the monster's greed?
Only then will I be freed.

Born From Fire
by Talonholme

I saw the fire in your eyes
The day we passed Moltara.
You seemed to change, I don't know why,
And soon you seemed so far.

I saw the flames within your heart
The day we found Moltara.
The magma seemed to leave its scars
Upon your reddened coat.

Oh Emberess, I didn't know
That you were one with fire --
And on that day, when fires called,
I didn't know you'd show.

I saw you walk into the fire
Whilst I called out from shore.
You didn't listen, then you sank,
You were in danger dire.

But no... you rose, a fire angel
Born from magma strong.
And when I saw that you were well
I burst out into song.

Oh Emberess, you then became
The child of the fire.
I saw your eyes reflect the flames,
Burning like a pyre.

Born of magma, Emberess,
The day we passed Moltara.
You died and then were born again,
The fires in you blessed.

Water Faerie Nighttime Dance
by Flufflepuff

The rush and roar of faeries' mirth
Die down with day's decline.
To dusk, where others wait below
The surface of the brine.

The waves shimmer, move constantly
Beneath the pale moonlight.
Water faeries anticipate
Their union with the night.

They wait for opportunity,
To seize their fleeting chance
Upon the transformation of
Their swirling roof, to dance.

Resplendent silver drapes across 
The pulsing waters, deep,
Inviting slender faeries to
Rend the sea and leap

Over its surface. Up they rise
From darkened, murky depths,
Their golden locks spreading partway 
Over the ocean's breadth.

Sweet vocalizations chime 
With slicing of their tails
Through the water. Harmony
Reigns through their breath and scales.

'Til break of day, clandestine forms 
Rejoice in their ocean,
Synchronized, as if practiced,
In their graceful motions.

Keep silent, lest you break the rings
Of water faeries. Do,
However, bestow respect
And they may reward you.

Freaky Factory Freak Out
by Ran0ma

My mouse clicked quickly
As color blobs rolled by;
I had to make a green Chomby
To get to toy twenty-five.

Red and yellow, red and yellow,
They came and went in a haste.
Yet no blue blobs came around,
And I soflty exhaled in distaste.

The red and yellow were overly full,
And I panicked as the clock 
Ticked more and more.
For I was one toy short of moving forward,
And few points short of the avatar score.

My eyes flitted back from the clock to the blobs,
My heart pounding as I counted:
This last green Chomby would surely award me
More than the avatar points amounted.

At last, ten seconds 
Before the clock struck down,
A large blue blob floated by.
I anxiously waited 'til it was near enough
To land in its pot and comply. 

I heard the horn buzz 
As the Chomby was made,
And it floated onto the belt.
There were three seconds left 
Before the game would end,
And nerves were all that I felt.

The clock, the belt, the clock, the belt,
My eyes could barely keep up.
I felt a wave of relief 
When the Chomby went in,
Until the screen went black: "Time Up!"

The Deserted Fairground
by Lifelyne

I wander with a laggard's gait,
through the woods that bedevil my dreams,
the nightmares that plague me when I awake,
and the horror that galvanizes screams.

My only comfort, my blue Uni,
whom so faithfully strolls by my side.
I praise him for being a gallant pony,
and his companionship quickens my stride.

O'er the thicket of wicked trees, 
a carnival catches my eye,
but the eerie vibe 
almost sends me to my knees,
and I let out an echoing cry.

For this carnival was not synonymous
with the ones I had known back home...
the inhabitants were completely autonomous,
their voices wretched moans.

The fairground seemed deserted, vacant --
save for tattered tents and exhausted games.
I sauntered on the cobblestone pavement
and despair gnawed at my brain.

The moon escalated in the sky,
but my spirits didn't do the same,
while my spirits were wrought dry
others rose from their grave.

I glanced over, by ones and twos,
ghosts clawed their way out of the earth,
their gaseous forms, illuminating blue;
I stood paralyzed at the dead's rebirth.

My Uni's eyes were big blue orbs,
we both knew this carnival wasn't fun.
Our gazes united, and we both knew
it was probably best to run. 

We bolted down the cobblestone,
sprinting away quicker than we had came,
when a grim Gelert 
jumped in our path and groaned,
"Hey, ya wanna play a game?!?"

We shrieked and dashed the other way
as far away as we could navigate;
much to the Gelert's dismay,
he grew completely and fully irate.

“What was their problem?” 
inquired a Kacheek ghost,
watching wide-eyed as we traveled uphill.
"I dunno," said the Gelert, 
"I was being a kind host...
I just wanted them to spin the wheel!"