THIS IS FOR YOU.Hey you, yes you,THIS IS FOR YOU.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The girl in the mirror
The one who feels
She will always be inferior
I’m talking to you
The one who isn’t the right size
The right height
The one who isn’t somebody’s “prize”
I know it may seem
That your ‘Midas’s touch’ is broken
And everything you touch
You are unique,
Even if it doesn’t seem true,
You are perfectly wonderful
At simply being YOU
Hey you, yes you
The one with the cuts across her arms
Playing a game called life
That you never seem to win
Hey you, yes you
The girl who never eats
Don’t worry about being perfect
It’s not possible, so why chase a false dream
I know it seems that the grass may be greener
On someone else’s yard
But the ‘water bill’ is always higher
To keep up that illusion.
The girl who cries herself to sleep
The ones who are scared of the dark
The ones who are scared to be touched
The ones who are scared to speak up
Hey you. YES YOU!
My Parfect DayMy Parfect Day4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
this is my story My Parfect Day by me derpy hooves pleas injoy!
1ce upon an time, their was ponys. Twilit Sparkl, Flutershy, Applegack, an all the othr pony who I cant remember there name's were having a sleapover. they were put on the makeups and do eachothers hare and having allot of fun!! when suddenly me, knock on the door!!!! Twilit open the door and she say oh hello derpy thanks u for delivering my male this is the package of makeups that we where goin 2 use @ dis sleapovers. and I say oh gawrsh dat look like so much fun can i play w/u 2. and twilit say "oh course u can we will have allot of fun the more the marryer!!! So then I went inside and we had an sleepovers and everyponie play with me and i mad a lot of new frends. then the nex day when its time 2 go hom i m sad bcaus i dont want 2 leave all my new frends. but then twilit say "u can hang out w/us anytime derpy u our are frend and we love u very much!!" then she hug me and i m sad 2 go hom but happi that i
Two Truths and A Lie ch 1 Two Truths and A Lie - JokerxHarleyTwo Truths and A Lie ch 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Ch. 1: The Safest Place to Hide is In Sanity
"Dr. Quinzel? Your 2:30 is here."
"Send him in." Dr. Harleen Quinzel pulled her shoulder length blonde hair back into a loose ponytail and closed the file she had been perusing. She looked up at the door in time to watch the newest addition to Arkham Asylum shuffle into the office and sit in the chair directly opposite her desk.
"Joker," she breathed.
"Hello, doc-tor." He enunciated every syllable carefully, slurring slightly as he ran his tongue over his upper lip.
Harleen shivered. His voice sounded like a mixture of nails on a chalkboard and a car driving over broken glass. So coarse, yet somewhat alluring.
Stop it, she chided herself. We have a job to do. She cleared her throat. "I thought we'd start with a simple exercise to help me get to know you better. I'll ask you a series of questions, and if you don't have an answer, you can pass. Understand?"
JxJ: A Hidden TalentIt was another day. Just any other perfectly normal, perfectly random day in the warehouse. I was sitting there and strutting my fingers across the keyboard of my laptop. CLACK CLACK CLACK CLACK. One key after the other. Trying to get my homework done while writing my notes up for school, yet at the same time trying to sneak in a bit of my stories here and there.JxJ: A Hidden Talent4 years ago in Humor More Like This
Focused purely on my screen, I let the auto-tune beats wrap up around me as I typed. My whole life wrapped up in noise, noise, noise while I let my best friend and potential love interest in the next room over (yes, that's our new label and I'm sticking to it.) I didn't want to disturb him, but I couldn't bear to tear myself from the comfort of the tall ceilings and empty rooms. I was nestled tight into the smell of new leather and old cigars as my fingers stabbed at the board in rapid timing.
But while I was so wrapped up in this world of sound, I failed to recognise the slowly moving piano music that drifted throughout the w
Giving ThanksGiving ThanksGiving Thanks4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I do not own any of the characters present. They belong to DC Comics. The quotes (in italics) are from Lewis Carroll's Through the Looking Glass. This was written purely for fun.
It was bizarre for the streets of Gotham City not to be completely packed with bumper to bumper traffic, even more so in the business district and especially at this time on a Wednesday. These streets were always bursting with morning traffic. To be sure, the roads leading to the highways were probably congested, the highways themselves more than likely fairing worse. Still, it was eerily quiet in the city today. Businesses had closed early or hadn't even opened, giving their employees the rest of the week off to spend time with family off in different parts of the country to enjoy the holiday.
Thankfully the bus service was still running.
Despite this happening
BD: Arts and CraftsBatman DrabblesBD: Arts and Crafts5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A collection of stories that were too short to call one-shots.
I do not own any of the characters. They belong to DC Comics. This was written purely for fun.
Arts and Crafts
"Alright, everyone, it's time for arts and crafts."
One of the Arkham workers walked around the small group of inmates present for the session. A small paper plate was placed on a stool between pairs of inmates, along with two paint brushes. The psychologist holding the session sat in the center of the circle of canvases, holding a clipboard against her bosom. She readjusted the glasses on her nose and rose to her feet.
"I'd like you to paint what you have on your mind," she explained gently, her eyes falling over each of the inmates for a moment. "How are you feeling today? Just paint whatever you are feeling right now."
Her eyes met with the very irritated eyes of one Jonathan Cr
Alls Fair in Love and Riddles4Riddle me this riddle me thatAlls Fair in Love and Riddles44 years ago in Romance More Like This
I shook my head to clear my thoughts, which had mainly been occupied since my first day on the job. There was always something to be done. Sanitizing equipment, sedating the Joker just normal stuff for an asylum. And it strangely didn't upset me like it would have for a normal citizen.
I was waiting for a light on my way to Arkham. I had been working there for a week or so since I had started last week and it was now a Wednesday. Things seemed to be looking up after the first few days being pretty bad. I was one of the only female guards you see and the males there were pretty desperate.
There were a slightly limited number of guards at Arkham, I mean there were hundreds, but it was a very large complex of buildings. Almost like a city within itself. A city with little to no women guards. I swear I felt like a piece of meat on the bay days.
My light turned green and I was on my way to yet another day of sexism and kicking ass. But I li
Snap Chp 2The next morning, she was woken to the sound of screeching metal. She sat up quickly and realized that the sound was caused by the metal flap in her door lowering. A tray was balanced on the ledge. As she blinked away sleep, the orderly passing out breakfast moved on to Tetch's cell. He pushed his cart further down the line, out of sight.Snap Chp 24 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Aaron approached the tray grumbling. As she removed it from the slot, the flap closed again.
"It isn't very good."
Aaron stepped to the side of the door, looking through the bars. Tetch was waiting for her, daintily sipping tea with pinky raised. "If you're good, they'll give you extra things, like tea," he continued, drinking demonstratively.
Aaron removed the lid from her plate. She wrinkled her nose. "I hate oatmeal."
"It isn't as runny as the scrambled eggs, I assure you."
A guard walked up to her cell and rapped loudly on the bars with his baton. "Eat up, Switch. You've got a therapy session right after breakfast."
"Who's her doctor?" Tetch asked
Snap Chp 1Aaron spent the ride to Arkham reading the article about her in the paper.Snap Chp 14 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Switch Found Guilty of Rape and Murder of Lindsey Reed
Police Still Baffled as to Locations of Missing Body Parts
Aaron Switch, age 18, was found guilty today of the kidnapping, rape, and murder of Lindsey Reed, age 20. Reed was reported missing after failing to return to her college dorm on the 19th of November after leaving a party. Police determined that she had been kidnapped sometime between the hours of 12:00 pm and 1:00 am while walking home after her designated driver left without her. She was reported missing by her roommate, Samantha Wren, after phone calls to her friends and family failed to locate her. Police initially suspected her boyfriend, 21 year old Donald Maverick, but cleared him of suspicion after reviewing security footage of his apartment building which confirmed he had not left his apartment that night.
At the same time, Switch was reported missing by her parents. Her mother, Linda Swi
Snap Chp 4Aaron looked away from the camera. "What was that, Dr. Fitzpatrick?"Snap Chp 43 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"I said, Dr. Shepherd requested you be placed in group therapy."
"I don't believe I've met a Dr. Shepherd. Why does he want me in group therapy?"
"Excuse me. Why does she want me in group therapy?"
"Apparently Jervis was talking to her about your issues with connecting to other people. She believes that spending time in a group setting where no one is allowed to be disrespectful will help you open up."
"I'd hardly say a group of villains would care about whether or not they're allowed to be disrespectful."
Dr. Fitzpatrick smiled. "That's what I said. She is, however, very insistent. While I continue to believe Jervis is a bad influence, perhaps it would help. Has anyone gotten to three yet?"
"A couple guards almost did. I'm largely ignored by the other inmates, besides Harley and Jervis."
"Consider that a good thing. I still can't believe they put a young girl in with all those thugs."
"I'm stronger t
RebirthRebirthRebirth4 years ago in Horror More Like This
Deviant Doctor Still at Large
Burlap-clad criminal Scarecrow, also known as Arkham Asylum psychiatrist Dr. Jonathan Crane, is still roaming the streets after the recent mass-breakout at Arkham. Gotham City Police have been working tirelessly to recover the missing inmates, with the assistance of the masked vigilante known only as Batman. Despite their efforts, Scarecrow has managed to evade capture. Police Commissioner James Gordon declined to comment when asked if there are any leads regarding the former doctor's whereabouts, but our sources tells us that the police are no closer to finding Scarecrow than they were the night he escaped.
Dr. Crane's fall from grace began when it was discovered that he was leaking a chemical compound into Gotham's water supply. This compound, known as "fear toxin", is reported to cause an overwhelming sensation of terror, in addition to hallucinations. Thousands of Gotham's citizens were subject to the toxin's effects last year
In A House Of Dogs - Part 3In A House Of Dogs - Part 34 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
When Mika awoke it was to the sound of two gibbering female voices. Where was she? Waking up slowly she tried to observe her surroundings. Elevating herself with her arms she moved into a sitting position, giving her a better view. She was lying on a vintage-look leather sofa and was in some sort of old building. She couldn't see any windows, so she guessed that she must be in a basement. Sitting fully upright on the sofa now she was able to take in more detail. Around her in a small cluster were other vintage-look, black leather sofas. A few coffee tables (some with slightly misshapen legs) were situated amongst the sofas. This area was lit with standing candles standing in holders on the tables. This little sitting area was in one corner of a much larger room.
It was like both a ball room and a bar at the same time. There were a few of these sitting areas in the corners with a much larger space in the centre. While around the edges of the room the floor was plain stone in the middle
I Hate You William ShakespeareOh, ShakespeareI Hate You William Shakespeare4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My love for you burns like a lukewarm glass of water.
My well of affection is as deep as a small hill.
My loyalty as unending as a McDonald's ketchup packet.
I hear your words, your famous tongue and rhythm
And wonder what the hell you're saying.
I hear the rise and fall of Hamlet's voice
As he ponders suicide and sleep
The question known, the answer a sin
And lose all respect for Danish princes.
Know that, through you
I lost all appetite for romance.
Your words ensnare the mind
Like a sea lion that swam into a boat's propeller.
Shakespeare, I hate you like Tybalt and Mercutio
By which I mean, I hate the characters
And not that my detestation for you is similar to theirs for each other.
Truly, I view you as a fault upon the English language.
But know this, Bard
It is not your work that caused this fury.
Your plays, though confusing
Are almost okay in their own right.
But the fact that no one will shut up about you
The drives me insane.
Bad RomanceAuthor's Chapter Notes:Bad Romance4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Disclaimer: Characters DC Comics
Bad Romance Lady Gaga
Story mine (muhaha)
Hi, my first Joker and Harley fanfic. Scary times. My love for the Joker and Harley is recent. So if it's bad, tell me, but please be sympathetic. But if you like it, then awesome ;D and tell me what you liked. I enjoyed writing this fanfic, what I liked was, I was able to actually think of what I was writing, I enjoyed writing the sarcastic / cynical tone. Oh and thanks for reading this.
A singular bulb, no shade, swinging back and forth, shedding light and shadow across the bedroom; her clothes and hat thrown to the floor; he walked with possessive perspective, overlooking her, perhaps looking down at her.
He pitied her - a senseless, stupid little girl always looking for guidance or approval. Of course she'd rarely get approval from him, so why bother? Though he did enjoy the attention he received and the fact he had a free human punch bag, who didn'
Prompts01.Evidence 02.I'm here 03.Funeral 04.Puppy love 05.GlovesPrompts4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
06.Blackboard 07.Muse 08.Magic 09.Clean 10.Secret
11.Superstition 12.Fantasy 13.Test 14.Tease 15.Storm
16.Strawberry 17.Weapon 18.Beach 19.Lost 20.Cry
21.Aloof 22.Blood 23.Tower Block 24.Taxi 25.Search
001.Lively 002.Remorseful 003.Dismiss 004.Heavy 005.Forward
006.Prowl 007.Cut 008.Compromise 009.Impulse 010.Hush
011.Morals 012.Engage 013.Voice 014.Awkward 015.Lower
016.Plead 017.Caring 018.Believe 019.Found 020.Shield
021.Open 022.Tactile 023.Journey 024.Scowl 025.Hero
01.Defiant 02.Powder 03.Grateful 04.Decent 05.Union
FloatThe small, primitive vessel tossed wildly about on the perilous waves. Devoid of any crew to man the boat, it stood little chance of survival as it thrashed from side to side, more and more water spilling onto the deck. It finally became entirely submerged as a giant hobbit foot came splashing down into the overflowing bath tub.Float4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Watch it, will you!" cried Merry, as he mopped up after Pippin's handiwork. "It's bad enough I'm cleaning up after your friends while you wallow in a tub- I shan't be your personal servant, as well!"
"They were your friends, too, Meriadoc," said Pippin after pulling the toy boat out from the depths and placing it upon his belly. "Anyway, leave it alone. I can clean it up myself after I'm done wallowing."
"Yes, just like you clean up after every party," said Merry sarcastically while scrubbing a particularly nasty spot where someone had apparently gotten sick the previous night. Pippin could tell his cousin was becoming increasingly disenchanted with the raucou
291010early autumn is spreading her legs for winter and2910105 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
my breath reaches the stale air
like celtic knots, writhing in shapes of
there are subtle clouds
shrouding the sky
and hushed rosemary wind
time spent on wondering which words exist,
peach blossom in a sky of tapering velvet
we both look above
in search of a god, or stars which belong on your teeth
she was is could be a sunset and
he is the sunrise
blissful history, sheltered and surreal
a spine which kisses shower
pupils like a eclipsed moon
arrowed by cupid,
misanthropic and so sudden,
can you talk without it breaking glass?
soothed and sullen cheeks, ribs
attached to a sphinx laying
like stray cats, fingernails wander
blunder and bludgeon
bruises of rhubarb and custard
prey on pretty bones
A Little Bit Of MagicCarlos first learned of the very unscientific methods of magic on a Tuesday.A Little Bit Of Magic2 years ago in Humor More Like This
The day had been unusually clear and sunny- made even more-so when Cecil Palmer came waltzing into the lab, waving absently at a few scientists as he trilled, “Carloooos~”
The radio host either didn’t hear or didn’t care about the other researcher’s snickering, good-natured though it was, completely focused on the man who was striding- as well as he could, anyway, it was hard to stride with your arms full of mandatory paperwork- from the back room as fast as he could.
Setting the stack of reports and permission documents aside, Carlos swept the radio host into his arms with a grin. “Cecil!”
This, of course, set off a wave of giggles and compliments that were stopped only briefly with a fond kiss.
“Ready to go?”
“But, of course, my dear Carlos!”
Chuckling, the scientist scooped the other up, smirking at the squeak he got in response, and h
Those Green Eyes (Or: Don't Lie to Your Kid)Those green eyes -Those Green Eyes (Or: Don't Lie to Your Kid)9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
The green of joy
The green of hope
The green of love and acceptance -
Were always full of lies.
They first lied when I said,
After a nightmare at four am
When I was too small to reach a light switch,
“Will you ever leave me?”
And those eyes said,
Why did those green eyes
Shut when I needed them most?
"Are you okay?"
Would be a red line
That I would etch into myself
Those green eyes melted.
Those green eyes did shine
And I knew what it was -
I was young, not stupid -
But I indulged the lie,
For those green eyes.
"Will it get better?"
I asked one sunny Saturday
At ten in the morning
And those green eyes looked away;
“And you’ll be here forever?”
There were no words.
I made up my own affirmative.
Those green eyes -
When they saw
How I’d rubbed myself raw
A Dark PlaceIt's been days, but it feels like seconds ago when I held her limp, bloodied corpse in my trembling arms. I hear my own laughter rising, like it's one of her sick attention stunts, if only. I haven't moved from this spot even then, time passes still and I hear her giggle and call for her sweetie. My Harles, one minute skipping around like a mesmerized child in a candy store, next...boom. Her mask blew a few feet away, bloody stained pigtails, not enough strength to scream in the agony I knew she was in. I had forgotten how fragile she really was after all these years, how human she was. Bat-freak will pay for making her the fragile human she never wanted to be, the one promise I can keep. Ironic really, the Batman breaking his one rule: the golden Bat-rule. Does regret cross his pathetic, cruel mind? Sorrow? For taking my Harley away from me? For shattering his one rule? I know this for certain, he will die a painful death. And I'll do it with my own two hands.A Dark Place4 years ago in Drama More Like This
Like pinned butterfliesUnderneath the screams lie echoes of a destructive yet beautiful dismemberment.Like pinned butterflies4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The clown prince can almost literally feel the ripping of Harley's metaphorical wings as he scratches down her back.
Little bits of good forever stuck under his nails.
Blue adoring eyes stare up at the one monster that destroyed her life yet breathed a whole new one into her lips like a gun to a suicide victim. Harley can taste blood on her lips but then again it can be war paint.
Her heart beats like gun shouts and Joker slides another bullet into her mouth with his tongue. Something about mad love that no one knows.
Nobody can cure a maniac
Especially a murderous like love.
Harley is still young to this new form of viewing the world. Like a lost puppy fending for food and getting her bearings. He speaks in such a way that the old her sometimes screams back at her, she begs for this clown princess to remember who she is and that she still has hope but the clown princess paints her lips midnight and hushes
Fiction Meets RealityTitle: Fiction Meets RealityFiction Meets Reality4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Character(s): Scarecrow, OC
Story type: one-shot (can be viewed as a stand-alone sequel to "The Calamitous Involvement of a Chocolate Cake")
Summary: Have you ever discovered that a total stranger owns a doll version of yourself? Then you can certainly imagine how Jonathan Crane feels in this very situation!
Length: 2387 words
The house across the street was empty. The dim shimmer of a far off street lantern threw large shadows on the ground, but it was not enough to light the gray colours of the early night. If he had not seen the house front in daylight before, he would not have suspected that it was painted in a bright orange, Crane noticed incidentally.
Most buildings here had such colourful walls in general, which again showed how different this place was from Gotham. 'Santon Lake' was its name and it was an idyllic little village surrounded by woods, which about 3000 residents called 'home'.
Each house had i
Snap Chp 7Five minutes was all it took for Aaron to reintroduce herself into back the general population. After she had walked in, rubbing her wrists at the memory of the handcuffs, she had been almost instantly seized by Harley and pinned into a hug that, due to the height difference, didn't involve anything above Harley's shoulders. Fortunately Isley was too busy rolling her eyes to notice Aaron blushing furiously and Harley was too excited for her to be back to care.Snap Chp 73 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Aaron, it's been ages! I thought ya were gonna be stuck in solitary for tha rest a ya life!"
"It's good to see you again, Harley," Aaron replied, pushing her glasses back on her nose.
"Red, ain't ya excited! Aaron's back!"
"Thrilled, Harley." Isley snapped her magazine smartly and turned back to her articles.
Harley huffed. "Sour puss." She brightened up again and began tugging Aaron towards the tables. "Come say hi tah Professah Crane!"
Aaron went agreeably, giving a passing nod to Eddie, who shot her a charming if smug