Ghost ArmorComing back soon... to be published within the HOAX #22 issue of antiTHESIS, a Melbourne University publication. xGhost Armor4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Insane~Wally + Artemis~Insane4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It is in this one, odd, singular moment that everything changes. It is in this one second, this one feeling, that she loses her guard and pulls back her haughtiness. It is now that she breaks down, and finally gives in. She's tired of fighting. And, more importantly, she's tired of losing every battle she fights.
The way he handles her is so natural it's almost surreal. She never could have thought he would be this gentle. He's stupid, sure, and reckless and cocky. But not oblivious. Not incapable of emotion, either. In some strange, hidden part of him, concealed by those bitter retorts, he cares about her. And he knows that she's not who she appears to be.
They are alone. Something she normally wouldn't allow, not at any cost. But this is different. She is feeling the lies begin to unravel, and she knows she will have to tell the truth soon. She knows that this little game she's been playing, pretending to be "Little Miss Hero", is soon to end. And so she's going to
UnnaturalWally gripped his head, still in minor shock over what had happened. Even though Artemis was only a room away, his heart still skipped a beat every time he thought of her. It had all felt so real as if the League was actually gone and Artemis, Kaldur and Superboy had actually died. And him and Rob dying had hurt. Actually hurt.Unnatural3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Robin and M'gann were sitting next to him in the hospital bay, getting their vitals checked over. Batman had insisted upon the three of them getting checked out, mostly because M'gann was mentally worn out and J'onn hadn't planned on Robin and Wally dying the way they did.
The disintegration rays were designed to be relatively painless, but explosions, Wally had learned, were most definitely not.
Batman was standing next to his protégé, a scowl contorting his face as he took note of Robin's elevated heart rate and high body temperature. The Boy Wonder, however, had returned to his normally chipper self astonishingly quickly, recovering even a
The Sociology Student - WGProfessor Hargreaves, what ever will I write my phD thesis about? I am fresh out of ideas.The Sociology Student - WG6 years ago in Erotic More Like This
You could do mating rituals of the Uru people of Southwest Zambia . Maybe get in a little field work.
Oh, that one's been done to death.
How about a fresh spin on juvenile delinquency?
Professor, there are no more fresh spins to put on juvenile delinquency, its been done even more than mating rituals of the Uru people of Southwest Zambia!
Well, I suppose there is a topic you could try, on which little has been written before.
Oh yeah? I said, piqued.
Yes. You could do feeders and feedees.
It's an intriguing subculture. There are feeders, mostly men, who proceed in, quite literally, well, feeding the feedees, mostly women. The whole process is highly sexualized.
Oh that's nothing. Everyone has romantica
YJ Fanfic WallArt PartyPart 2WALLART PARTY PART 2.YJ Fanfic WallArt PartyPart 24 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
DATES & DRESSES.
*reconized kidflash b03*
"Hello Wally!" Greeted megan sweetly, "How are you?"
"Uh...hmm....Fine, So, how are you getting to the party?"
"Me and superboy, will be arriving simultaneously via A zeta tube
teleportation device, how will you be traveling?"
But wally had ran off.
Artemis was trying on her dress in her room, in her black heels,
with gold bracelets on. She was dancing around her room, music
playing softly in the background, as she swirled around.
She was half dancing half pinning her hair up.
"Nice Moves" said wally laughing.
"Who said you could come in here? What are you doing here?" Artemis
"Just wondering how your getting to old batsy's party?"
"I Dunno? Why?" said artemis
"Oh, cause you know i could drop you of, you know,
i have a motorbike, from the league."
Artemis did not have her own. Yet.
"Hmmm...dress on a motor bike? Okay." Laughed Artemis.
"Awesome, what mask you wearing, cause you know, secret
Fight Part 1Dick staggered through the front door of the mansion, clutching his torn backpack with one arm, and his skateboard in the other. It was a good thing he told Alfred he could get himself home from now on. He shook his head and winced right after. His body was a mess thanks to his old 'friends'.Fight Part 14 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He dropped his backpack, ran up the stairs, and locked himself in his room before he realized no one would be home for at least another hour. Richard walked into the bathroom and stared into the mirror. He looked at all the newly formed bruises on his face as he reflected on the fight that had just happened a little while ago.
"Hey Grayson!" A deep voice called from behind. Dick turned around reluctantly. He knew it was Adam Montan and his followers.
"What do you want Adam." Dick asked in a displeased tone. He was not in the mood. His bruises from their last fight had finally disappeared. Or had become less noticeable. All he wanted to do was rid
Where does it hurt? Pt2I sat still on the cold counter, waiting for Wally to ask the question hanging in the air.Where does it hurt? Pt24 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Umm... your cut it's under your shirt "
"Thanks Baywatch, I would have never guessed, what with the fact that I have a searing pain between my shoulders, and I can feel the blood turning my shirt into a wet towel."
"Shut up, I was just trying to help!"
"Help!? Is that what you call it? You want to truly help, Wall-man? Try not existing!"
"Impeccable comeback. You know if I wasn't here you'd have probably died from the blood loss."
"Well, I absolutely love your timing. Maybe now that you're a local hero Megan will stop throwing herself at Conner and give you the time of day!"
The misplaced yell coming from behind me scared the crap out of me. And the way he said it was the oddest thing about it. Like he wasn't bothered by my last remark, but more like a teacher trying to shut up the class.
"Do you want me to re-stitch your back, or do you want me to bring y
.:SLOW:.Time p a s s e s.:SLOW:.3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It seems so slow
Like the world is a snail, and I'm a rocket
I'm not fast enough
And it kills me
Even though I'm not the one who's dead
No matter how much I wish I was
Thing 1 and Thing 2Kaldur wasn't sure when he first noticed it, but as time went on, he found it increasingly harder not to notice it.Thing 1 and Thing 23 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The "it" in question was Robin and Kid Flash, and it confused him to no end.
The first time it happened was on their first mission (the unplanned one where they broke into Cadmus and discovered Superboy) and Robin had let his grappling hook fly. Right as he was about to go up, Wally had grabbed onto his utility belt and had whizzed up alongside him. Kaldur had let it go, figuring that it had been a clever, if a bit bold, way of hitching a ride.
But then he remembered another time when Robin and Kid Flash had needed to go to Gotham (Kaldur hadn't wondered why then, but he was certainly curious now.) Rather than take a zeta beam or catch a jet, Wally had simply strapped on his goggles and bent down. Robin, not to be outdone, had hopped on top, piggyback-style, and they had taken off, Robin's black and gold cape flying behind them like a farewell wave.
That had been strange.
Red and Green Chapter 2Red and Green Chapter 24 years ago in Romance More Like This
~Wally + Artemis~
Packing lightly had never been a problem for Artemis. She wasn't the type of girl who needed twenty pairs of shoes for a week's vacation. No, a few t-shirts, a couple pairs of shorts, and her costume would suit just fine. Toothbrush, toothpaste, deodorant. Hairbrush. The works.
And her bow. Yes, of course, she would need her bow.
She glanced over to her right, where a stack of medium-sized metal boxes, painted green, rested on the berber carpet. She crawled over to them, carefully taking one into her lap and pressing the concealed button on its side. It unfolded immediately, its edges sliding out and shifting until the box was no longer a box but a bow.
She sighed, running a finger down the smooth surface of the handle and then pinching the string. Tight, strong. The strongest that money could buy, of course. Courtesy of Green Arrow, but fixed up with a few modifications by her father.
Artemis condensed the bow back into box-form and picked up two others, her favorite
Daddy's Gonna Make You SorryTears were nearly streaming down the little girl's face.Daddy's Gonna Make You Sorry3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"S-Stop it!" She tried shouting. The boys just laughed. She clenched her fists, determined not to cry in front of them... but it was getting to be too much. "Stop it!" She repeated, tears leaking now.
"Stop it!" A boy mocked. The others laughed.
"Stop it." A new voice said, not merely echoing the others but ringing out with a strong and fierce tone. The boys now looked nervous. The girl looked behind her. There was a man standing there, glaring at the boys with his large arms crossed over his chest.
"Abba!" she squeeked happily. She grabbed his leg tightly, burying her face into his soft jacket. He put a hand securely on the back of her head, comforting his little girl. He said a sharp word of warning to them. Now that she had back-up of her own, she braved a sharp warning of her own:
"Yah, go away- or my daddy's gonna make you sorry!"
Where Does It Hurt? Pt1Artemis hitched her IPod to the dock, switching on a song.Where Does It Hurt? Pt14 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She got along with the team [mostly]. Just because she likes to spend some time alone with her thoughts doesn't make her secretive, or dangerous. Wally seemed to think that, though.
Why did he constantly have to annoy the crap out of her!? He just needed to suck it up and accept Roy's decision. But no. He just had to take it out on her. Every. Day.
But the dancing did help. She was in the worst of moods, especially since she totally screwed up the last mission. Let the target get away and got a nice, six-inch gash between her shoulder blades to commemorate her wonderful contributions to the team.
And the second Batman left, Wally wouldn't shut his mouth.
The vicious words turned to vicious screams, and then, just like that, she couldn't take it anymore. She snapped.
Wally certainly didn't expect it when Artemis knocked him in the gut. After that, she left, Wally on the floor writhing i
RealizationI am a ghost.Realization4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Fading in, fading out of lives
This wind is bitter and unforgiving
Like a shark.
I simply float
Like a crisp autumn leaf.
I soar along.
Yes, you fear me.
I would know.
Why shouldn't you? I'm cold; I'm dead.
But I'm not a menace!
A monster, yes
But not a menace.
You can trust me! I promise!
What could I possibly do to you?
I won't hurt you.
I can't hurt you.
I can't even touch you;
I can't feel your skin.
I can't feel anyone's skin.
I'm dead; I'm cold
No warm flesh, no hugs and kisses
I can't feel those.
I can't feel.
I'm cold; I'm dead now.
No more holding hands, no more brushing faces
Fiery heat from across the living room
Is inviting in this terrible weather.
But this room is a ravine
And this is only a dream.
Well, not only a dream;
Rather, completely and entirely
Within a reality of absurd proportions.
And yet, and yet, and yet,
It is still reality.
And that, that nightmare, I can feel.
Kagome, KagomeKagome, Kagome4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
By ElvenWhiteMage/Portrait of a Scribe
"Kagome, kagome, the bird in the cage,
when, when will you come out?
In the evening of the dawn,
the crane and turtle slipped.
Who stands right behind you now?"
That's the first thing you notice. Darkness, the damp smell of wet earth, the sound of your own breathing, loud and heavy and wet in your ears. You feel, more than see, something a few inches in front of your nose. There are walls on both sides, and when you shift, you feel that there's solidity above your head and below your feet, as well. Trying not to panic, you raise your arms (they feel sluggish, like you've been drugged or something) and push against the surface above you.
Nothing. It doesn't budge an inch. There's no air flow, and the oxygen in your tom- no, no, it's not that, you're just locked in one of Batman's training apparatuses again. Yeah, that's it. Treat it like that for the moment, don't panic, you can get out of this.
HeartbeatNone of the Characters are owned by me but are owned by the DC universeHeartbeat3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"I'll make a deal with you"
"Punching Bag . Use me"
"Beating you with my fists speedster"
"STOPPP!!!!!!!" Wally bolted upright but immediately fell back to the cold hard floor.
"Where . Am I?" he whispered in a low tone. To answer him, Silence. Wally tried to move but pain shot up every part of his body. "Well there goes that idea" his subconscious told him. Wally tried to shuffle slightly in order to be able to look around and take in his surroundings. This proved very hard for him for it seemed he didn't have an uninjured portion of his body left. But the craziest part was he couldn't remember all the details.
Wall-man, you really messed it up this time . Didn't you? Wally didn't know why, but he felt compelled to answer himself. "Well I ." He stopped. His voice sounded like someone rubbed it down with sandpaper and to top
RED HOOD and THE OUTLAWSRED HOOD and THE OUTLAWS3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The bullets, arrows, and fires belong to
The hood, the archer, and the star.
All three are surrounded by violence,
All three come from violence.
The hood comes from death.
The archer comes from addiction.
The star comes from slavery.
Together they fight,
Together they even kill,
But also together
They mend each other wounds.
Jason Todd's deathSmileJason Todd's death3 years ago in Sketches More Like This
My thoughts are fuzzy, every things fuzzy. My broken body jerked violently. I heard a snap, a crack, a laugh. A constant taunting laugh that will never stop, a laugh as broken and lost as I am. The cold bloody crowbar scratched down my spine, I didn’t scream, I merely let out some form of a gargling growl. ‘He’ll be just a tad bit too late for you Jason.’ His menacing voice sounded in my right ear. ‘He’ll always be a bit late, Wont he Jason?’ His voice echoed though my head.
Teeth clenched. Snap would be proud of the loud short crack made just then as he trusted the bar down on my forearm.
Again, again, why again. One hundred and sixty-sixth time.
No. I thought. No, he will come, he will always come. He’ll save me. I know I disobeyed him but, he will. He must. He has to. He has to ‘coz, no one else will.
The crowbar hit again. My already clench teeth let through a short gush of air. I tried
Vashti: Museum PieceWhat is a wife?Vashti: Museum Piece3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A pretty vase
to look at,
and then put away
till another day?
What am I to you?
I don't exist
until you want me
or want to show me off
like a rare artefact,
a prized possession.
Why can't you see me?
Why can't you see
that I don't want admiration
I don't want to be
your museum piece,
don't want to be
a picture on your wall
or a statue
to grace your halls.
I want to be
etched into your heart,
a part of you
you can't live without.
I want to be more
than my lovely face,
for when my beauty fades,
what will I be then?
A moth-eaten garment,
a crumbling masterpiece,
a faded painting
worth nothing to you.
Why can't you see me?
I'll put my foot down
and stand up for myself
and for women everywhere.
Disobedience? Who cares -
it has to be said,
it has to be done.
We are not your ornaments,
your pretty little things,
fine rare gems.
We are people
with hearts and souls,
with needs and
jim and pampeople always called us 'jim and pam'jim and pam6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
after we started always quoting it, and
catching 'that's what she said' jokes in
everything that anyone ever said.
of course, we were the un-married
un-full-of-drama pair. we were the
best friends. who prank other people.
i'm a good friend.
- - - - - - -
i accidentally sprayed deodorant in my eyes today
it burned at first, but later i realized it worked well.
because when i felt like crying, no moisture came.
- - - - - - -
when you told me about your date, i was supportive
because, you know, i'm your best friend. go you.
dating the hot girl that every guy wants.
today, you wouldn't speak to me. when i looked at
you, your smile turned to a frown. i wanted to ask
you 'why?!' or 'what did i do to deserve this?'
but instead, i just avoided you.
i stared at the ground, the designs writing words
in my head.
- - - - - - -
when i saw her, i did something stupid.
i pulled a prank.
because if she wants to date my pam
she has to put up with your jim.
BeachI see only blueBeach4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
In light and dark, as restless
Ocean meets still sky.
Naaman's Maid: My Healing HurtI'm uprooted, homeless, exiled,Naaman's Maid: My Healing Hurt3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
hurt, in a place I don't want to be,
a slave, unloved, without a voice -
I cannot understand.
Why am I here?
Oh God, why did you allow it?
My life was before me, all of my plans -
why have you dashed them,
why banished me
to this place where I languish
and cannot shine?
when you are hurting
you have a right to hurt,
to hear only your pain,
be deaf to that of others,
especially your oppressors.
But when I see my master
how can I close my ears?
In some ways, we are so alike:
helpless, hurt, outsiders.
They fear to touch him,
hate to look at him;
their respect is a thin veil
over disgust and contempt.
They do not hear his pain
just like they don't hear mine.
I cannot turn away,
though he is an oppressor,
when I know how to help.
And now I realise why I'm here,
and why you have allowed my pain.
Without my exile
who else could have helped him?
Without my hurt
how would he have been healed?
I'm a link in the chain -
at the right place, the right time.
Fight Part 2Since Dick and Bruce had two different scedules, Dick was already off to school by the time Bruce came down for breakfast. Dick had tried to clean his books, but many of the pages of his books were splattered with mud, and his algebra book was a lost cause. School was a blur to Dick that day. All he wanted to do was to get home.Fight Part 24 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The bell rang and Dick wasted no time getting his broken bag from his locker and slipping through the crowd of kids outside. He made his way through the other kids, but once he was out of the crowd-
"Grayson!" Dick froze. He sighed. Dick was hoping Adam and his friends wouldn't see him. Richard turned around to see Adam had already caught up to him.
"Why're ya in such a hurry? Good thing I hurried today. We would have missed the precious time we spend together." Adam laughed as he pushed Dick and took his skateboard. He threw it into the street, and a bus ran it over. That board had been a gift from his parents, two days before they died.
Dick shoved Adam. "Why
Day Four: MaybeDay Four: FateDay Four: Maybe4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Wally West never believed in fate.
Or anything supernatural for that mater.
The guy couldn't get through a Harry Potter book without scrutinizing the lack of scientific evidence.
He never even believed in Santa Claus for crying out loud! How could a guy live for hundreds of years delivering presents to every child in the world in twelve hours? And don't even get him started on the flying reindeer.
So needless to say, he held the idea of a predetermined order of events on the same level as a fairy collecting rotten teeth.
Things happened the way they happened. There was no order to the way things happened.
At least that's what he used to believe.
Back when things made sense.
Before Doctor Fate had taken over his body.
Now he didn't even know what to believe. Here he was, Wally West, Kid Flash, falling head over heels in love for a girl that he used to hate.
Gone Forever, Part 1I stared at Batman like he had just slapped me in the face. "H-he's dead?" I didn't realize I had said the words until Batman started talking. Or at least it looked like he was. I tuned him out, staring into the grey distance. Here are Batman and I, talking in field outside of Central city as it rains. Batman is trying to tell me Uncle Barry is dead. Gone to the world. I won't listen to him. It's not true. "He can't be dead!" I shout. Or I think I did. I stumbled backwards, and land with a thud onto the damp grassy plain. Uncle Barry and I used to go here all the time. During our races. Pain overflowed my body slowly, the aching feeling of loneliness spreading finally to my heart. Barry meant everything to me.Gone Forever, Part 14 years ago in Drama More Like This