Create a poem/short story about the above person's signature

[fizzlesoda]

Evil waa potent on the night air, heavy and oppresive as lightning smashed across the blurry sky accompanied by deafenint crescendos of thunder. A laugh, maniacal in its glee and fury, rose above the noises of the storm, rising and falling in broken tempo, a shattered scream cloaked by a human voice. And everyone cowered, for there would be blood tonight...

Wonder what someone will write about my empty siggy, ?

[TheEmbodimentOfKarma]

What is nothing?
Nothing is nothing.
But, it is a thing.
Therefore, it in itself is an oxymoron.

[MythicHeart]

Two evil Christmas skeletons,
their laugh echoing through the room.
Who and what they are laughing at?
Probably at someone's doom.

But my best (and worst) guess is that
they hatched an evil plot.
And with their minds acting aloof,
they will probably get caught!

(I know my poetry sucks, deal with it. Can't wait to see what someone puts for my sig. )

[TheEmbodimentOfKarma]

Three- no four Musketeers
Dancing away with laughter and cheer
Is there something I'm missing here?

[Wendigo]

Running fast
My has time passed,
Space is my title.

To save the new age
I have to scurry
No time for Trolls,
I have to hurry
Caliborn is a haunting furry

(I tried)

[TheEmbodimentOfKarma]

The man is preparing a meal for his favorite best buddy the DEVIL.

(we're allowed to do short stories, yknow)

[StarlightandLace]

A haiku:

Run fast, little shade.
Carry that man's golden head
In your tiny arms.

(That's how it looked to me at first, before I realized that was a hood. )

[Yungoos]

Three creatures
Oh how they have grown
They are so big and strong now
I wonder if they're happy?

[Bluewyrm]

Pokemon and pokemore,
Join her in the dragon war!

[rosalieart]

There once was a cave, ruled over by a great bat. This bat was lonely, and took in lost eggs from her travels, but its loneliness persisted, for eggs could not talk, and could not fly. This bat was clever, though, and she started to change her habits -- instead of hunting for food at night, she would carry the eggs with her out into the world, and the more they saw, the more they grew. One day, she found cracks in two of them, and was distraught, thinking them damaged by their travels with her. She bathed them in cool, clean water each day, hoping to preserve the little lives within the patterned shells that has remained so still. As it turned out, though, she had been wrong -- they were not damaged, but hatching. A little bird and a scorpion emerged, joining her nest, and the bat was lonely no more.