One of the things you need for a pitch is a full script of an episode, I don't know which one to focus on. What do you guys think?
Please lemme know
Corpses In The SandCorpses In The SandCorpses In The Sand by ~tribble-of-doom
Nothing hurts the way,
The ocean does,
When she tastes blood.
Her whole body shakes,
She weeps into the sand,
I’ve seen it myself.
A child on a beach,
Corpses strewn over the sand,
Cows and goats and sheep.
She sucks at their red, red necks,
Sapping them little by little,
Pulling them inward, calling them home.
A child doesn’t understand,
What the ocean does.
This is still a game.
“Mommy, look, see,”
“This one died of no head,”
“This one died of no hind,”
“This one died of no tail.”
A feast of sacrifice,
Each goat, cow and lamb,
A new son of Abraham.
Ishmeal, Ishmeal, Ishmeal,
She sighs with each lap at the sand,
Weeping, weeping, weeping.
The child is oblivious to her suffering,
Too young to know the gravity,
Of the woe rising from her black, black depths.
She does her best to help them,
She pulls each bit of red from their fur,
She tastes stinging copper and swells crimson.
She thinks maybe,
Memoirs of a Blue DinosaurMemoirs of a Blue DinosaurMemoirs of a Blue Dinosaur by ~tribble-of-doom
Stashed in away in a basement somewhere,
In some long forgotten box of old toys,
Buried under a great many other plastic creatures,
There is a little blue dinosaur.
He has a lengthy neck, and a long skinny tail.
His skin is textured plastic and blue as can be,
The paint on his eyes and the tip of his nose has chipped off,
And his bottom jaw is missing.
In the dark he remembers,
Sticky fingers holding him for days on end.
Little hands moving him through tall grass,
Making fake roaring sounds and crashing into other toys.
He remembers being cuddled at night,
(Though he was the farthest thing from soft).
He remembers tears crawling over his scales,
And hiding under blankets from fighting grown-ups.
He remembers flying over an ocean,
And coming to a new home with just one grown-up.
He remembers being put into a box,
“Just for a little while sweetie, until we settle in.”
And then he remembers the dark.