Prize - If The Color Suits"But Batarangs are much more realistic Wally," Bruce frowned, weighing one in his hand. "Those are just not sufficient for a combat simulation."Prize - If The Color Suits5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"For one, I agreed to a training exercise not a combat simulation, and two, Batarangs hurt!" Wally motioned the appropriate number of fingers at Bruce in a slightly (but unintentionally) rude gesture, and the billionaire sighed.
"So does real life."
Wally pulled a face and moved his hand in a 'blah blah blah' kind of way. "I hadn't noticed. That's totally not the point; I'm not doing it unless we use those." He gestured to a bucket full of multi-colored objects, and then he grinned. "Besides, you might accidentally have some fun while throwing them at me."
There was a noise of annoyed frustration from the older man, and then a clang of a Batarang being flung aside. "Fine. No Batarangs it is, then."
"Yay!" Wally zipped to the bucket, picked it up and plonked it next to the Caped Crusader's feet faster than Bruce could blink, and was standing wa
Day at the Circus: part 2Day at the Circus: part 24 years ago in Drama More Like This
The moment Wally was sure he was correct he shouted out "LET HIM GO YOU FREAK! LET ROBIN GO!"
"Ah," said the madman, turning his attention to the bound speedster. "Figured it out have you? That took quite a bit longer than I expected..." His creepy grin broadened an he pressed some controls on his device causing all the weapons to cease fire. "Still, better late than never i suppose."
"What have you figured out?" Artemis asked in a hushed voice.
"He's hypnotized Rob. He's controlling him."
Ringmaster looked up at the boy wonder who stood on another trapeze bar, swinging slightly, and narrowed his eyes. Without hesitation, Robin let go of the ropes and leaned backwards, still not uttering a sound as he fell rapidly towards the unforgiving floor.
Making Love is More than SexIf I could only touch you,Making Love is More than Sex9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'd kiss you head to toe.
Massage out all your worries,
giving you that lover's glow.
When I am into someone,
I'm giving everything.
You have control of every move,
my focus is what pleasure brings.
I have no inhibitions when,
it comes to making love.
I'll slowly kiss your ruby lips,
you point the way, below, above.
And if you only want a flower,
I'll curb my appetite.
Build bed of roses ten feet deep,
that bring a gasp at just the sight.
See,... making love to me takes every shape,
and your desire.
So if I do my job, no matter what,
it quenches fire.
So if you want to be alone and satisfy yourself,
alone is what you'll be until,
you take me down from shelf.
But if you need some cradling,
snuggle deep against my chest.
If you should need caressing,
I will do my very best.
Soft or hard or slow or fast,
I've learned my lessons from the past.
My own pleasure comes, you see,
when satisfied is what you'll be.
I'll do everything it takes,
or anything, with no compl
TourniquetI stand crying over the kitchen sinkTourniquet4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
reeling back and forth so hard
that I hit the tap
and watch as my broken dreams
spill out of a fresh gash.
I spend my free time searching through spare fantasies
for a tourniquet; anything
to stop the flow of thought.
Its funny how I fight to forget us,
and struggle to remember you.
Every so often I cant recall
the way you drug your feet as you walked
or exactly how much I loved your voice.
Im losing you again...
Just another dropped call
on the worlds most reliable network
because all I am is a number;
a few digits
not worth remembering
So as I run mine through my hair
and let out a sigh in the absence of sleep
I close the cemetery gates that have come to be my eyes
and rest uneasy.
PachelbelFolding and unfolding a lesson on sentence structuresPachelbel4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I break the college ruled rules
And reinvent the paper airplane.
Yeah I'm Gaining altitude
but you've still got the higher ground and that
Shit don't fly.
And these words are washing down
the bindings of a story book
along with a symphony of whispers
about all the ways I love you
all the ways I hate you
and all the goddamn paper I'm wasting on them.
I learned A long time ago to leave fairy tales to children
That glass slippers shatter against the reality of hitting rock bottom
That there never was a never never land
Or a happily ever after
I also learned that the dresses never fit as perfectly
and he refused to show up on a horse.
The trees here are fuller and my eyes are brighter
and maybe not buying that castle on the hill
was the best decision I made in a long while.
I am my own fortress
Breathing fire for a Wick-like tongue
My mouth is a cannon
And I keep the words
Fuck you and goodbye within talking distance
PerspectiveThe few that know can be silencedPerspective4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
So you saw a picture of me having an affair
So you saw me bribe a judge in my favor
So you saw a video of me making threats to other countries
So I passed a bill to get rid of your freedoms
So I made choices against all I said I stood for
So I made promises I had no intention of keeping
So I cheated and schemed to keep you all trapped in a broken system
So I'm not fit to run a country, let alone my own life
The rest fall swiftly towards the maw.
Inadequate SleevesDisassemble me under harsh lighting;Inadequate Sleeves4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
watch as a set of needy eyes bulge,
keeping time with your heartbeats
and the rhythmic tapping of rain on my bedside table.
I thought our forecast was clear.
Tell me that I'm everything
and I'll pretend that doesn't mean "nothing"
and the fingerprints on my words
won't be used against you
as you choose to crawl away.
Kicks still rippling through my bulky figure
I feel this hurt in more than my body
and it doesn't help not knowing how you feel.
I want nothing more than to wear it all on my sleeves
I have the longest of sleeves.
Pain comes through the bathroom drain;
all the tears, screams and fractured hopes
come washing around my cramped legs.
You're only a distorted reflection
behind my own
and I'm tired of the inability to hear myself.
So talk to me
Tell me how beautiful I look
casting shadows on the sun.
Dance with me and tell me why nothing feels wrong
if through my shattered orbitals I am allowed the sight of you.
Holding out for a Hero"Recognized, Batman b-1" recites the watchtower computer as Batman steps off the zeta beam pad.Holding out for a Hero4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Batman to watchtower what is the emergency?" Batman speaks into his com-link as he leaves the transporter room.
"Wonder Woman to Batman, report to the mission room immediately for briefing" with a sigh batman ends comlink comunication. Tonight had been a really bad night, as in a really really really bad night. Knowing he can't rely on the rest of the league to cheer him up he heaves another sigh and puts on his best Batman scowl and takes off running toward the mission room. Suddenly a techno beat begins blasting through the intercom system. He pauses for a moment and the scowl slides off his face only to be replaced with a small smile. He takes off running again to he beat of the song for the enjoyment of a certain hacker that he knows is watching (and for his own enjoyment as well) just as the first chorus of "do-do-do-dddoooo" rings down the long hallway.
"Where have all the g
HP 100 - Don't move11. Don´t moveHP 100 - Don't move3 years ago in Drama More Like This
"...You called me back for this, to tell me that Harry Potter has escaped again? Draco, give Rowle another taste of our displeasure...do it, or feel my wrath yourself!"(Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, page 145)
Terror spread through Draco like ice, leaving him frozen to the spot. He couldn´t have moved, let alone spoken, even if he had tried. After a few seconds of silence, which was only broken by Rowle´s erratic breathing and the hissing of the flames, the Dark Lord turned and fixed his attention on the pale boy, momentarily forgetting about the man he had been torturing.
"Do you need some persuasion then?" His voice was drowned by the crackling fire and the blood pressing against Draco´s eardrums. But even so he had come to learn what that look meant.
He tried to say something, even tried to raise his wand and do what was expected of him, but his lips had become dry parchment and his hand a heavy stone. The Dark Lord came closer
Death be not proudI stood next to death on a balconyDeath be not proud4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Serenaded by sighs
Slow and steady
As our feet mimed the edges
We shared one last joke about how poets over use that stupid visual bullshit
And before I knew it we were
it was then
In them final seconds
during which we searched for the ground
That we were separated
I was left in slow motion
To think about what I was doing
About the people I would hurt
About the things I would miss
And I still didn't give a fuck.
Death be not proud.
Close minded.There's a door to my conscienceClose minded.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It has no peephole
So I will never know who I am
Until I open it.
car accidentif the car behind us hit us any harder we would have been crushed in the car. if the airbag hit me any higher it would've broken my nose. if i didn't look up the airbag would have hit my on the side of the head and really fucked up my neck. if someone got severely hurt i would never be able to live with myself.car accident5 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
for whatever reason it's just something that you expect not to happen to you, that you're safe and invincible. you take it for granted. i know i did.
"i'm leaving to go to resident evil now."
"it's me, chris, nicky and reilly, wanna tag along?"
i didn't even want to go see resident evil. i don't even know what it is. i just thought it would be fun.
everything went from fun to horrifying in less than a second. it went from travis asking questions, asking "so, have any of you ever been in a car accident?" to five minutes later us getting in one. it went from me and chris joking around and everyone laughing to my mouth and chin being numb and
Character Interview 3.8Character Interview 3.84 years ago in Profiles More Like This
1. Hello, can you tell me where you are?
*suspicious glare* Are you not from a-
Narr: *removes hood*
Oh... *smile* you mean, where we are?
Narr: Yes, that is the general idea.
We're in my home district, Jerusalem of course...
2. Can you tell me your name?
I am Malik you silly girl... why are you asking these things?
Narr: I just want to get to know you more.
Well, you already know my name,
3. How old are you?
Just old enough to be older than you.
Narr: Which is...
4. If you had to describe yourself as though you were
talking about someone else, what would you say?
I wouldn't say much, there isn't much to say... *approached by a younger boy*
Boy: Hello brother, I delivered the letter- oh! Who is that... *hides behind Malik, stares curiously*
Kadar, this is ____. ____, this is my li
knifeplayknifeplayknifeplay7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is a sharp caress
as playful as it sounds
all in good fun until someone gets hurt.
then, it feels good enough
to laugh about,
cracking your chapped lips into a grin that urges
is what your arms look like
covered in kitten-scratch kisses.
raised like pinch marks
your back, your chest,
dotted with pink-purple post-it note
is body heat,
the feel of the knife,
the pressure of lips,
of hungry kisses.
more, more, more.
is holding arms
knowing when to take the knife away,
and knowing when to hold it
such perfect torture.
Batman: Love Song 12*x*o*x*o*Batman: Love Song 124 years ago in Drama More Like This
It doesn't speak a plan or any secret thing
No unseen sign or untold truth in anything...
But living on in others, in memories and dreams
Is not enough
You want everything
Another world where the sun always shines
And the birds always sing
Snow begins to fall. Bright and white. Tiny and insignificant, and yet cleansing just the same. Blanketing Gotham in its purity. It's cold and icy loveliness. Hiding the filth and vermin in its wake. There's something so beautifully mystical about winter in Gotham. The city lights amongst the stars and the snow, twinkling in the darkness. Like a beacon of hope.
Of course there are always those who believe winter to be a depressing season. One which is reminiscent of death. Summer and autumn have come and gone, withered and blistered away, only to be reborn should spring ever emerge from the darkness and pull us forth into the light. One could only hope to live that long in Gotham. To hope th
The RoseThe swirled flames of petals scarlet,The Rose4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
(buttery soft and eternally smooth)
Arch, stretch and reach
Up away from the savage teeth.
Your addicted to Runescape...You know your addicted to runescape when...Your addicted to Runescape...8 years ago in Humor More Like This
*When you go to a public bank and start yelling over and over selling pencil 200gp
*When you stand up to a murderer with a gun because you think you have protect against range
*When you get angry that men and women get suspicious about you pickpocketing them once
*You put on your mom's diamond wedding ring thinking its a ring of life and jump off a cliff
*You prowl around a graveyard with a steel hatchet in search of zombies and skeletons
*When you try to find a pick lock option on a locked door
*You report your parents for having sex as it is against jagexss code of behavior
*you challenge a bully twice your size to the wilderness when there is no wilderness and expect your clan to be there
*in the actual woods wilderness you beg a hiker to not kill you
*you stand still and not do anything for days waiting for a random event to come and give you stuff, but end up dieing from starvation
*you believe your bl
Like a Day-mare prt. 4KF x Rob Kid Flash x Robin Wally x DickLike a Day-mare prt. 44 years ago in Humor More Like This
Dreams and Desires? Could that really be right?
I was still staring at television when the news ended. Older Wally had asked me if I wanted any coffee or breakfast. I just nodded dumbly to make him leave the room. I needed to be alone to figure out what was going on here. I got up and started to pace the room as soon as he left the room. Pacing always helped me concentrate. I brought my fingers up to my chin and began to rub my stubble.
The old man, Dr. Eamsndes Ires probably was an allies - was either, one, a crazy old man who just happened to have met a Robin who wanted to go on top of Metropolis's highest building or, two, the man was the one who sent me here and was trying to communicate with me. As much as I really, really wanted to go with the first one, I knew number two was right on the nose. Dr. Eamsndes was trying to contact me. But why? To tell me why I was here? To bargain with me? To get to Bruce? If that was the
For You - Part 2I can't keep myself from letting out a big yawn as I take my seat next to Bruce in the audience crowded audience. Front row, unfortunately. Which means if the camera lands on us, the entire nation will see my now red eyes, puffy from constant crying. Alfred and Bruce had to literally drag me out of bed to get me to go anywhere. I just wanted to stay in my room, alone, until I felt better; a basketball game was definitely not on my list. One of the burdens of living with Bruce, unfortunately. My eyelids start to fall again, but I snap them back open. I couldn't sleep last night at all. My bed was too cold...For You - Part 24 years ago in Drama More Like This
My mind flashes back to the night before, the day before, and that same famliar pain rises in my chest again. Right now he's probably sitting on that stupid chair looking at all those girls right now, taking in their perfect model bodies and listening to their siren-like voices like a love-struck pony. Before I would've jumped at an opportunity like that, but after I fell for Wally,
AC - New OrderAC - New Order4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Alta´r lifted his gaze from the papers and searched the shadows. A dark silhouette was coming from the corridor.
Malik nodded, quickening his pace.
"Thanks for your help, brother. What's the situation out there?"
"It is an hour past dawn already, Alta´r," the Dai answered, hastening to the Master's desk. "Everything is arranged properly – Rafik just brought together the villagers, with all the men we have left. They are all waiting outside the Fortress."
He nodded absently, still sorting through the brownish parchment under his fingers. Suddenly, not for the first time that morning, his attention was captured by the thin leather cover of a small book.
It was Al Mualim's diary. That small book, the key to many truths of the Brotherhood, had been found in his clothes before the burial. Secrets, information and names had been recorded through the decades, for the new Masters to read, in the old man's minute handwriting.
Alta´r let out a frustrated sigh.
"I still wonder how
11 - Jealous - SideswipeThe aftermath of the battle against the Fallen had left most everyone exhausted, so those Autobots that were not topside with Optimus and the humans were mostly resting below where Ratchet was tending in relative silence to the wounded.11 - Jealous - Sideswipe6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Sideswipe, having remained mostly uninjured throughout the brawl save for some artillery wounds to his arms and torso, was more than content to stay off to the side as he watched the others be seen to. The two surviving Arcee triplets were huddled close together, helms touching as they quietly mourned the loss of their sister part, oblivious to Ratchet as he worked on the main unit, or of Ironhide as he moved to rest a surprisingly gentle hand against Chromia's back.
Likewise, the sleek silver mech paid them no mind. He was more focused on the banter of the green and red twins nearby, his blue optics sharp and alert as he watched them talk. They were using Cybertronian now, bickering, though it was mostly affectionate.
Little White LieLittle white lieLittle White Lie4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Uh hey Bruce I was thinking we could do some one on one training tonigh- ." The words stop coming from my mouth immediately. For two reasons he's with some girl and he's giving me a " don't say another word" look. I should've known he'd have some random slut come over tonight Bruce is a playboy let's leave it at that. And on the ONE night all the villains in Gotham decide to take a break, of course Bruce Wayne slash Batman is going to relax and his version of relaxing is uh.. nevermind.
"Nevermind " I sigh. "I'll be up in my room." I turn away from the doorway to his room, and head downstairs Alfred can cheer me up . I hope.
"Ah Young Master Richard. Enjoying your night off sir?"
"I guess " I sigh as I plop down onto one of the huge leather couches in our living room. "I'm just bored And Bruce is off with some chick upstairs " I let my head hang down and my raven blac
What You Fear The Most: part 1 WARNING!What You Fear The Most: part 14 years ago in Drama More Like This
THE FOLLOWING CONTAINS:
DO NOT CONTINUE IF ANY ONE OR MANY OF THESE THINGS BOTHER YOU
Kid Flash was struggling with hands bound behind his back, attaching him to a cold metal chair. The rope burned his freckled skin and cut deep into his flesh, but the pain wasn't why he fought to get away.
In front of him a boy's body swung limply, his face stained scarlet from blood oozing from his forehead. Some flowed from his mouth as well that hung loosely ajar as a deadman's mouth does. He seemed to just float in midair before Kid's eyes, unattached to anything, rotating slowly. His limbs fell about him, tattered and bruised. The remnants of a cape covered his back, and on his chest: an embroidered letter "R", from which a dagger protruded.
StrayIt wasn't always so easy to get away from Batman in the dirty city called Gotham, the man knew every turn of the street and every twist in the alley. Studying the paths and following them every night were part of the whole 'Dark Knight' act, Selina knew, but it didn't stop her from dodging in and out of every alley and back road to try and get away from him.Stray4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Hell, there were some times, like now, when she has to quickly stash her jewels and come back during the day so she could get away without having to worry about dropping her precious cargo in the dog and cat chase.
The sidewalks were busy this morning due to the Christmas holiday coming up and though she had a high tolerance to the cold she still mimicked the the other people and wrapped her coat around her tighter and gave an old woman a smile. The little woman smiled back and made a comment on the weather but was soon on her way trying to rush to the bus stop a block away.
As soon as the woman made it to her spot with no problems