That Boy - Page 53I scratched the branch under me with my dirty nails, feeling the tough wrinkles in the thick skin of the tree. After a while of staring at the never-changing grey sky, I slid my hand in my hoodie pouch and brought out the handgun I stole from Officer Gordon. It wasn't clipped very securely in his holster, and he didn't notice it was missing from his belt when he left. I smirked and examined the elegant weapon. I easily identified it as a Pietro Beretta, the common police corps firearm. I read the "MOD.92FS-CAL9" Printed on the muzzle over a dark red stain; old rust-like blood that had waited too long to be washed off. The thought of Gordon killing someone was an absurd idea to me. He just seemed too innocent to murder anything. Maybe this gun was someone else's before it was his. The black hole at the tip of the muzzle seemed like a black hole of death.
I looked into it with wonder, holding the black plastic grip on the handle with both hands. After staring into that Beretta I closed m
Kindness to a SpiderThe soft steps of his shoes halted. He second-guessed what his eyes had just seen on the doorframe of his garage. He took a step back and leaned over to peer at the black spot frozen to the grey paint-chipped wood. Eight fuzzy little legs were clearly sticking out form the black dot. Great. A little spider. Those pesky arachnids were infiltrating his house!Kindness to a Spider3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
With an outward breath of annoyance, he took his hand out of his pocket and curled one gloved knuckle, ready to squash the pest into bug juice. "What are you doing?" Harley's cheerful voice was followed by her embracing arms around him. "Killing a spider." He grumbled, not distracted. The little black thing scuttled down the doorframe, as if it knew its life was in jeopardy. His black eyes followed it like a hawk as his knuckle hovered above it.
"Oh don't kill it!" Harley lowered his hand with a small amount of alarm. "It's just a buggy!" She kneeled in front of him, facing the spider which was still scrambling down the wall, hoping
That Boy - Page 50*~*~*~*That Boy - Page 503 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The air outside was crisp and chilly, but just warm enough so that my body didn't have the urge to shiver. A layer of grey clouds had softly replaced the once-summer-blue sky, casting their misty gaze over the city. My hair was down around my shoulders and the wind was gentle with it. I was still upset about how our conversation ended in science class. True, I felt bad to see J get taken down to the office, but I still felt a little angry inside at his reluctance to simply tell me the truth. He liked me. I know he did. Why was that such a confusing concept to him? Why couldn't he just admit it? At least to himself?!
As I put my notebooks containing all my doodles of J in my backpack, leaning on the chain link fence attached to the bridge on my way home, I touched a piece of soft fabric folded behind my math textbook. His purple hoodie! I still had it in my bag! I moaned to myself at my stupidity. How could I forget!? I most definitely had millions of chances to give it back to
That Boy - Page 23I listened to the sounds of the night, never hearing them this clearly before. More men came into the Walgreens store, in a greatly heated argument. They stayed in there shortly, and then came out, fighting brutally.That Boy - Page 234 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
They fought roughly and angrily, moving down the street. "What IS IT with men and fighting?" I mumbled to myself.
"I can tell ya, Harl."
I fell out of the tree, startled and panicked. He was behind me the whole damn time!?!? I sat up, sore and scratched by the branches.
His gaze was still on the men in the distance, his hood casting a shadow over his face, of course. He was behind the tree, leaning on a tall fencepost.
"Men like them... they fight because they never knew any different. Simple as that." He turned his black eyes to me as I stood up, brushing leaves off of my body.
"Wise little owl you are..." I mumbled, pissed off and embarrassed.
"Clumsy little squirrel you are." He replied coolly. I had to admit, that was a good comeback.
"What are you doing here?" I asked
That Boy - Page 4Sixth period was Gymnastics, my favorite class, which I topped the whole school in! I usually exceeded my friends incredibly, but today I didn't focus very well.That Boy - Page 44 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I felt a lot of things at once, and I couldn't get away from my crowd of friends. As we waited our turn for the jumping board, they whispered to me.
"What happened? What did Travis do? What did the boy say?" They kept asking me these things I didn't want to answer!
Finally the period was over! I had never wished for gymnastics to be over quickly. Today I did. Surviving the stampeding hallways, I made it unharmed to seventh period. History.
This was the last class of the day. I was the fourth person in the room, getting there early. I went to my seat, next to the window. An essay was due today and I pulled it out of my folder. Some kids arrived and did the same. We still had three minutes before class started.
I went to the basket near the door and turned the essay in. As I turned around, the boy silently walked in. I stopped i
That Boy - Page 20He saw the realization creep slowly in my eyes. "'Cause you are different." He told me, slowly, letting it sink in.That Boy - Page 204 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Then he added, "Like me."
"You aren't different; don't let them make you think that! Theythey just need someone to pick on so they can feel bigger!" I burst out, suddenly furious at my friends.
"No, I am different, Harley, I REALLY am!" He growled, relaxing his arms a bit.
"You're just a boy, like the rest of them! You're a little quiet, but who cares!?! I know people who are way too loud!" I tried to help him see it from my point of view; he was just a normal boy! He wasn't a freak!
He pulled off his hood with a frustrated jerk, exposing his dirty blonde hair to the harsh wind. "You want to know why I am different? Huh Harley? You want to know?" He pulled down the collar of his hoodie, stretching it, showing me his throat and chest. "THIS is why I am different!!!"
Just on the part I could see, the area around his collarbone, just below his neck, just see
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I didn't go back to sleep after J left. I didn't even go back inside my room. I stood on the balcony and watched the darkness turn to dawn.
When my alarm beeped inside my room, I made myself move off of the railing, my arms sore from leaning on them for four hours. My face was probably stained with tears and I felt like I hadn't slept at all, which was true. The few spared moments of letting my tired eyes close didn't count as sleep.
I changed and tried to make myself look presentable in the bathroom, brushing my hair and washing my face. I held on to the hope of seeing J again in school, although something inside told me he had no reason now to completely run away, now that his parents were arrested.
Were his parents arrested? I didn't even know. Two nights ago when I pulled him, bleeding and weak, into my house, the police were at his house but J never said anything about what happened after that. Did he even know? Yesterday morning was the only time we'd been apart in the la
That Boy - Page 26"What...?" I slowly asked. I realized some of the blood stain was in plain sight from under me.That Boy - Page 264 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
A thought came in my head. Embarrassing, but efficient. "Oh...that. Uh, I was actually hoping you wouldn't see that..." I stood up and brushed a strand of hair out of my face.
"Are you hurt?" He was worried. He took a step closer. I acted uncomfortable. "No, I'm not hurt...dad..."
"What is it honey? You can tell me." He was confused now. I sighed. How freaking embarrassing.
I stayed silent as a rock in her closet, listening. Her dad had seen the blood on her bed. I knew I should have left! I shouldn't have slept over here.
I couldn't see what was going on; her door was almost all the way closed. I knew she was probably going to tell her dad everything. She didn't seem like the type to lie, especially to her own parents. I prepared to come out of the closet.
"Dad... I'm, uh... on my period."
I said it and gave my father a weak, embarrassed smile. His exp
Was That The Boogeyman?Jonathan slumped in his old armchair, the stub of a cigarette held lazily between his lips like a comfortable good-knight kiss. His eyes were almost closed as he gazed into the fireplace in his study. He wasn't asleep yet, but he would be soon, and he knew it. He blinked a few times, half-heartedly trying to ward off slumber as a few ashes fell from his cigarette and onto the worn leather. He didn't mind.Was That The Boogeyman?3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
There was a sudden cold draft, the fire flickered, and he closed his eyes. He stiffened slightly, his mouth pursing around the cigarette stub, a tiny wrinkle between his eyebrows deepening as he frowned slightly.
The windows creaked as they opened, as though the glass itself were moaning in pain. The drapes rustled and a heavy presence entered the room, like a small pebble dropped in water. It barely sent out ripples, but they were ripples nonetheless.
"Hello, Batman," Jonathan murmured.
"Crane." His voice was less frightening than Jonathan remembered itit sounded less angry and
That Boy - Page 28I'm not going to tell her my name. No one will ever know my name. She was right though, I at least had to have a nickname.That Boy - Page 284 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I looked at her again, and she could see that I was thinking about it. "Something only I would call you." She repeated.
Something only she would call me. I sat up on her bed and fingered the stain my blood had left on her covers. I thought about a name. Something simple, but still having a trace of myslef in it.
"Um... I guess... Jay. Like the letter... J."
"J?" She smiled, glad to know what to call me now. I nodded, liking the sound of how she said it. "J."
She let outy a giggle and rocked back and forth on her knees. "Okay! Sounds great!"
The car honked outside. I was so late to school! I ran into my parents' bedroom, keeping quiet so my mom wouldn't wake up.
I fished through my dad's shirts, he must have a hoodie somewhere! J couldn't stay here all day, and he couldn't go to school with a bloody shirt. I grinned as I found a black hoodie. It might be a l
That Boy - Page 33At the back of the library, J turned around and scanned the room. "This is SO not the place I usually go, by the way. I'm not like, a nerd or anything." I told him.That Boy - Page 334 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Of course not, Harls." He walked backwards to the emergency exit doors. I glanced behind me. No librarian, no kids. "Uh, won't those trigger an alarm or something?" I asked, seeing that he was gonna go outside.
"Nope. " That's all he said as he leaned back and pushed the red doors open. I followed him outside. The wind sent shivers down my back and my hair was whisked up in my face. I tied it in a single ponytail behind my head as we headed toward the bridge.
"They've been broken for years. The school just doesn't want to pay to fix 'em." J explained, raising his voice slightly over the wind.
We went under the bridge; I never had gone under here before. Swear words were scratched and scribbled into the cement surrounding our torso. The wind licked at our legs as we stood on the scraggly rocks. I watched th
Tales of a Drunken 'Crow-CatsThere were rules for dealing with Jonathan Crane, most of them relating to how not to end up fear gassed into oblivion. But everyone also had their own unique guidelines, and Selina was no different. Now, most of the unwritten rules were regarding the fact that she and Jonathan officially hated each other. But one was different. It stated that, should Jonathan go out drinking alone and get completely shitfaced, and it wasn't near his birthday, he would, without a doubt, end up at her penthouse apartment. And it was her job to take care of him. Fun.Tales of a Drunken 'Crow-Cats3 years ago in Humor More Like This
It started when Selina was awoken by the sound of someone breaking into her apartment. And breaking was right. Whoever her intruder was, they had entered the building with all the subtlety of a train crashing through a major city. She heard a lamp get knocked down and someone trip over it and fall with a not-so-heavy *thwap*. Well that answered that question. There was only one person she knew who could bot
That Boy - Page 27He was laughing! Laughing!!!!The sound made my heart flutter!That Boy - Page 274 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"What!?" I laughed back. He came out of the closet, moving some shirt sleeves out of his face, and shook his head, still laughing. "You, you are just so damn funny!"
We both were laughing now. Laughing at each other, laughing about the fact we were laughing! My face was red with embarrassment, my ribs hurt with the laughter! I had just shoved him in my closet, leapt on the bed to try and cover the stain, and used my period as an excuse for it! And don't forget me calling him 'dude'!
He fell into my bed, squeezing his eyes shut and cackling ridiculously. I curled up, holding my stomach. What a crazy morning! We tried to catch our breath, and hold in our laughter. He managed to close his mouth, but still laughed in his throat.
I held myself in a sitting position with my shaking arms and wheezed, "Well... well, I just thought..." I couldn't control myself, I burst out laughing again.
I've never laughed before, it felt s
That Boy - Page 25*~*~*~*That Boy - Page 254 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I don't want to wake up. I want to dream still, dream about him, about how it felt outside at night. I wanted to still dream about him. Him. That boy.
Was it a dream? Do I want to find out if it was or wasn't? Did I want it to be real?
I gathered up the strength to open my eyes. I was lying sideways on my bed, diagonally across the bottom corner.
It wasn't a dream! He was there, in front of me!!!
He was on his back, his exposed face peaceful, his emo-ish black eye-shadow covering his eyes. His hair was dirty and stringy, his purple hoodie coated on one side with dried blood.
He fell asleep with ME, on MY bed, in MY room, in MY house!!! God, I was such a girl!!!
I wanted him to say here forever.
I wanted him to feel safe like this forever.
I wanted him next to me forever.
It was a memorable moment, a perfect moment. It was short lived.
I heard my father coming up the stairs. The sun was out; I was supposed to be downstairs getting ready for school!!! My dad was coming to wake me
It's The Maddest Kind Of Love Pt.1He kicked the door open, bursting through it with immense rage. A guard jumped with surprise,It's The Maddest Kind Of Love Pt.13 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
and quickly took the gun from his belt, and pointed the weapon at him. The guard hesitated
about shooting him, knowing he hadn't done anything, yet. He laughed in the guards face,
and with a swift movement, he pulled out a bladed card and threw it at the guards neck,
hitting him strait in the Adams-apple. Blood started spurting out, painting the floor
around him as he fell to the ground. He came up to the guard, chocking on his blood, and
slowly lifted his foot up. He then stomped his foot down on the bladed card that was
lodged in the guards neck, making the card go through his vocal cord and veins, killing
him immediately. He took off his white glove and delicately pulled up the weapon, trying
not to get blood on his outfit. He wiped the blood that was on the weapon onto the guards
uniform, then put the weapon back into his purple jacket. He reached for the guards pass-
card that was attache
That Boy - Page 49The journey to the office was short and familiar. I expected the white-haired principal to ask me about the fight. After I shattered Travis's elbow with my knee, I strictly told him if he informed anyone about our little tussle, he'd lose the whole arm altogether. So now I expected that one of Travis's cowardly combat buddies spilled the beans. But it turned out that that wasn't the reason I was called down here at all.That Boy - Page 493 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Son we understand that, uh you have no one at home to look out for you now. Correct?" The old man pushed his glasses up his nose and cocked his head as he stared at me like I was just dug up from the garbage dumpsters outside.
I didn't respond to him. Of course the police told the school about what happened at home. Great. Soon everyone would be talking about my situation. The principal loved gossiping with the teachers and the teachers never knew how to keep their mouth shut around sharp-eared kids.
"Well, Officer Gordon " He nodded and looked o
Flipping OutHarvey Dent/ Two-Face growled viciously to himself, clenching and unclenching his fists.Flipping Out3 years ago in Humor More Like This
He wanted to destroy something. Or did he?
He couldn't decide because, last night, the inevitable had happened. Dr. Stephen had take found his coin and decided it was against his therapy.
Even Big Bad Harv hadn't been a match for seven guards.
Now, he was sitting, gritting his teeth, unsure if he should stay still or attack someone in rage, when a soft voice at his elbow broke his already frayed concentration.
Harvey whirled on the person, both eyes blazing. Who dared to-
A smaller, red-haired man with bright green eyes and a spattering of freckles across his nose looked apprehensively back at him.
"What do you want?" Harvey growled.
Edward Nygma shifted slightly, but looked up at the bigger man, determination in his emerald eyes.
"I had craft therapy today "
"So what?!" Two-Face snapped.
The Riddler flinched slightly, gnawing at his lip as he
Hot and ColdJonathan Crane sighed, packing his toxins into the pockets of his long overcoat.Hot and Cold3 years ago in Drama More Like This
"You're not really going on that heist, are you?" a worried voice asked from the doorway.
"I am." he replied, pulling on his mask.
"But it's snowing "
"I am aware." the Scarecrow responded, turning to the green-clad speaker. "But, unlike you, I will not cancel a heist for a few flakes of precipitation.
Edward Nygma shifted in the doorway, nibbling at his lip.
"I they said on the news it might be a blizzard "
"I don't care, Edward."
"I said, 'I don't care', Nygma!" Jonathan snapped, towering above the Riddler.
Eddie sucked in a breath, stumbling back.
"B-but, I made h-hot..chocolate " he said in a small voice, looking very close to tears.
The Scarecrow blinked, looking at the trembling man before him as if seeing him for the first time.
Eddie was breathing faster than normal, one hand pressed against his chest as if it pained him.
Shopping"Beckyyyyyyy "Shopping3 years ago in Humor More Like This
"Jonathan, you need more clothing."
"I don't want to shop. I don't like to shop."
"Yes, you've made that very clear."
"Can you just get me some shirts? I'll wear anything."
"Keep that up and all you'll get is some Hawaiian shirts."
"Here. This looks nice."
"I don't know "
"Come on, try it on. You'll like it."
"See? It fits!"
" I don't know "
"Well, I think it looks very handsome on you."
" ..you do?"
"I really, really like this shirt."
Introduction 2-Confidence"Come with me."Introduction 2-Confidence3 years ago in Humor More Like This
Jervis Tetch swallowed, looking nervously at his new acquaintance. He was a bit intimidating, but Jonathan Crane seemed nice
As if he had read his thoughts, the former professor beckoned slightly to the Hatter. "I just want to introduce you to someone."
Biting his lip, Jervis nodded, following the much taller man across the rec-room. Jonathan stopped a small distance away from a group of other inmates and cleared his throat. "Eddie? May I speak with you?"
One of the group, a man with ginger hair and startlingly green eyes, stood quickly, moving towards Jonathan and placing a hand on his shoulder.
"Of course. What is it?"
Jonathan smiled slightly and moved to the side, revealing Jervis, who had unconsciously been hiding behind him.
The other man blinked his emerald eyes in surprise, then smiled warmly at the newcomer.
"Hello, there!" he said, cheerfully. "I haven't seen you before. What's your name?"
"J-Jervis Tetch, sir." Jervis replied quietly, reaching up to tou
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"Who was that?"
For a second I didn't know who was talking to me. Then I remembered where I was. In the back of a police car, driving to my new home. I saw the officer's blue eyes flicker up to his rear-view mirror to look at my blank face as he waited for an answer. My mind was blank, but I forced my mouth to say something. "...Huh?"
"That girl. Friend of yours?" He asked with modest curiosity.
Girl...Harley. Yeah, Harley was she.... I kissed her. She was crying... and holding onto me... and I just had to......kiss her. I had to. I don't know why, but I just did it.
I kissed her. What the hell was I thinking!?
Look at me! I was completely dumbfounded by my own actions! I couldn't think about anything! Nothing other than the taste of her salty tears and her cherry flavored chap stick that had faded from the direct surface of her lips as the day passed by. Her cold soft hair in my hand and her tiny child-like fingers curled over the fabric on my chest.
"Uh..." I tried to f
That Boy - Page 36I was probably more shocked than the thugs surrounding J. What was all this talk of break in's and criminal gangs!? What the hell is he talking about?That Boy - Page 364 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The thugs seemed strangely interested. "So we just, break in that store, don't get caught, and "
"I'll find you." J told them. He picked up the baseball bat. "Well if you gentlemen are satisfied with my little deal, you won't be needing this anymore, will you?" he tossed it over in my direction, the bat clattering to the wet cement and rolling closer to me. Did he know I was here? Why did he throw that to me?
The leader of the thugs motioned for his men to walk on. All three of them took a few steps up the street as J walked away. Where was he going?
Suddenly, the leader exchanged a few words with his men, turned around, and took a step towards J.
His friends continued up the street, following orders. I felt my instincts take over and I quietly scooped up the bat and stealthily crept up to him.
I saw him draw a knife from his
That Boy - Page 10After school, I avoided my friends again and went to the guidance counselors' office. I pretended to fill out an appointment paper. Through one of the door windows, I could see him. Rotating slowly on a spinny chair, he was made of stone. The counselor was at his desk, asking pointless questions. The boy didn't answer them.That Boy - Page 104 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Why don't you participate in class? There is no reason to be a slacker, you know how to read and write. I know you do. You may pretend not to. But I know you do."
I didn't answer him. I was sick of him. I never said anything to him, to anyone. Why do they even try? Are they that bored? They know I won't talk to them, why try!?
"We need to see some commitment from you, mister. You need to start doing your work, you need to talk when spoken to, and you need to tell us your name!"
My name? You want to know my name, well tough luck, chubby. No one knows my name. Only I know my name! Wait until he starts guessing again. Then I'll be entirely bored to death!
MomentsEddie was at the moment lying on Jonathan's lap, shaking pitifully and covered in a cold sweat, as horrifying shadows flitted in and out of his vision and the voice of his father droned in his ears. He clung tightly to the other man, despite the fact that he was the cause. Jonathan claimed it was an accident but even fear-crazed Edward's genius mind note of the fact that Jonathan wasn't rushing to get him the antidote, instead opting to just hold him close and whisper soothingly. Although, if the toxin was new, there may not be any antidote yet. So, to keep the imagined monsters at bay, he curled up in Jonathan's arms and pressed his head against the other man's chest, listening to his heartbeat, but more importantly to the flutter.Moments3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Eddie was well aware that Jonathan's heart wasn't the strongest, and the flutter was just evidence of that. Every few beats or so it give a slight flurry of rapid pulses, as though the previous beats hadn't been strong enough to move the blood al
Midnight TalksIt was dead. Everything was dead. The Earth was withered and dry, not a speck of green anywhere. The air was poison and she couldn't breathe. The water burned and the soil was like rubbing salt into a cut. Even the sun burned her. She opened her mouth but no sound came out.Midnight Talks3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Pamela Isley shot up in bed, breathing heavily as a scream escaped her. She covered her mouth almost instantly, and pressed a hand to her chest, trying to calm herself. She looked around, knowing she was in her cell, despite the fact that she couldn't see.
"That sounded dreadful," a whispery voice said from the darkness. "Care to discuss it?" Pam scowled.
"Piss off Crane!" She snapped at the man in the cell next to hers. The stone walls kept them from seeing each other, but it didn't keep them from talking.
"Let me guess," he said, not taking the hint. "The Earth was dying?"
"I said shut up!" She snarled. He stopped talking and the hallway went silent, save for the sound of Ivy's breathing. She took a deep br