Plague: Croc FanaticPlague: Croc Fanatic5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
While their reptilian boss rested and basked in his quarters of the hideout his three henchmen were busy collaborating a plan to get Boss Croc and that Plague woman together.
"Boss Croc isn't interested in nobody he's cold blooded remember. Told us himself," Freddy argued laughing at the thought of their reptilian leader having emotions.
"Ain't so sure about that. Boss Croc kept sniffing the air on our way to Waine Manor," Butch remarked back. "He looked sorta disappointed even when we left tha place."
"Why should we help him score a date if all he ever did was treat us like rats," Vic complained.
"Don't forget that monster did force us to work for 'im against our will in the first place," Freddy added.
"If those two are together they'll want us out of the picture and we'll be free from those circus freaks you idiots. After while crocodile remember Freddy?!," Butch said as he strapped on his book bag. "I'm heading out to find that woman you two try to convince those two over
sataviisitoistapossible endings:sataviisitoista2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
i. and so we partied
like it was nineteen
forty nine; bleeding
candy, gum, till the
ii. a boy got me in
trouble today and
he's in love with me;
what if i don't love him back
iii. i'm that slick radio
song you've got on your
mind; replay>>replay me
Tribute to MemoryThe old woman next door played her depressing version of Happy Birthday to You on her piano again, and Lisa couldn’t study.Tribute to Memory3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The music wasn’t loud, but it seeped through into her apartment with its slow pace and low notes and bothered her, even though it was ignorable and she was comfortable in good company.
“There she goes again with the sleepy music.” Mark placed his Calculus book on the coffee table, leant back into the couch, and yawned. “What’s this, the eighth time this year?”
“The first time,” Lisa said. “And how’s it sleepy music?”
“It’s making me drowsy.”
“I think it’s sad.” Lisa stretched against her boyfriend and closed her eyes. She thought of her own mother, grey and unhappy when she last saw her, and now gone. “I think she’s sad. Doesn’t she always play it like this around this time?”
“I think so,” he said. “And if she
Jason Todd: Why"Why?"Jason Todd: Why4 years ago in Drama More Like This
Why why why why why?
So many why's.
Why did this happen? Why wasn't he there? Why didn't he avenge you?
You clutch at your chest, trying to stop the throbbing ache in your heart by digging into your own flesh with shaking, trembling fingers. Your erratic breathing is heavy, ragged, shallow; the only noise echoing around the decaying apartment building.
Pure, unadulterated rage suddenly fills you and with a snarl you fling your mask to the ground, trying to hide the obvious quaver in your voice, trying to stop the moisture from forming in your eyes.
"Why fucking not Bruce?"
And Bruce- God fucking damn him -just looks at you with a mixture of anger, of pity, of regret. And damn it, you're so ashamed.
"I'm not talking about killing the Penguin," you spit, the ache in your chest increasing with every, passing, second. You think you'd rather be dead, permanently this time. "Or Scarecrow, or Dent." As your voice rises so does the pain, and the lone
Hesitant_ch 1Hesitant_ch 17 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
EVERYONE GET ON THE FLOOR NOW!
There were five of them. Lock and loaded with the orthodox black ski masks pulled over their faces. They could not have been older than twenty-five. The youngest looking one could barely pass as seventeen. Nonetheless, the citizens inside of Jump City Bank at that time cowered and sunk to the floor in a wave, some with startled gasps and whispers and screams. Some covered their heads. Others covered their children.
Nobody move! Hands where we can see them, the apparent leader of the robbers rang out in a demanding boom. He stomped on an older mans hand when he tried to reach for his coat pocket. You, too, old timer.
Another thug walked right up to the counter, not showing any intention of handling his weapon carefully. But with the way of his strut and the aura of which he upheld, he had to be the second-in-command.
Awright, sweetheart, said thug twanged in a deep baritone as the bank teller star
His EyesIt has been three months since we heard from the mainland.His Eyes1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Speculation abounds. Some catastrophe has befallen them there: a plague has ended them, perhaps, or a war, or something so dreadful that we cannot even imagine it. We are left here to starve, slowly, as we wait for news and supplies.
At noon we saw a boat on the horizon.
Through the spyglass we saw that its occupant was a lone boy, and that his skin was patterned with lesions. Sula saw something in his eyes, he said, though he would not speak more clearly of it; but he was so shaken by the sight that he begged us to shoot the boat down at a distance.
We were without choice but to obey. We pitied the boy, perhaps, but if he carried a plague – as indeed he must have – any show of mercy might have doomed us. We fired the cannon as soon as he came within range.
At nightfall we burned the flotsam brought in by the tide. There was no sign of the boy's body. With luck the current carried it away, to be eaten by the fish.
Ellie, chap. 1.Ellie, revisited.Ellie, chap. 1.2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
This is the story: a girl came and went with a train whistle, the galaxy broke, and somewhere between a decaying church and white walls, I fell in love.
That is a mess. I know it's a mess, and that's really only the story, but that's not the truth. The truth of what happened is one big ball of near nothingness and half forgotten could-be-truths. I don't want to remember. I have to remember.
This is not a love story. This is a story about a girl with black hair and cracked fingernails and these are words I have taken from her skin, words that haunt me and words that thrill me. But more than anything, these are words for her, the unbreakable shattered girl.
* * * *
It is May 25th, 5:56 a.m.; I watched sunrise with a pounding heart. The light spilled over the train ahead of me, the 6 a.m. Freight, and I felt that crack in the universe right between the sunlight and the dark, and part of m
Four seasons without youWhen the earth is coldFour seasons without you2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when the bitterness unfolds,
when tiny crystals fall down,
I stand here and drown
Because I miss you...
When first flowers awake,
when the earth shakes,
with the first warmth of the sun,
I force myself not to look at the gun
Because I miss you...
When everything is green,
and warmed by a single sunbeam,
When everyone seems to be bright,
I see not a glimpse of light
Because I miss you...
When the first leaves begin to fall,
when the earth hears the sun's last call,
when everything bursts into color,
I see myself shrink in black and white ...
---to something much smaller...
Because I miss you...
Because I miss you...
for those who want to be in loveyou want to fall in lovefor those who want to be in love2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
hard enough to break your bones and
lighten your feet
lighten your heart
so softly that the butterflies you feel
pattering with their gossamer wings
beneath the cage of your ribs
and the breath,
blue in the summer,
can kiss you and the monarchs
as sweetly as your love
and her lips.
you dream of them at night.
silken like clean bedsheets,
familiar as your favourite chair
when you curl up with
a mug of herbal tea.
you feel at home
with her body curled in yours,
only able to sleep
with her skin under your fingers
scenting the blankets
with something no perfume
could ever mirror.
you write love letters
you dream emptily
unless she is there.
you want to fall in love
the way the gods drink ambrosia,
you want to treat her
better than their nectar,
sweeter than honeybees
and their summer-sticky feet.
you want a love beyond poetry,
from winter flurries
to springtime rosebuds
to summer sweet lemonade
to autumnal red leaves u
Case File: 619-Personnel AbuseCase File: 619-Personnel Abuse3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
>U.N.S.C.C. CASE FILE 619
>PROSECUTION - OVERSIGHT SUB-COMMITTEE
>DEFENSE Dr. LEONARD CHURCH (LC)
>PROSIDING JUDGE - Hon A.L. JOHNSON (ALJ)
>COURTROOM BAILIFF- ERIC PATERSON (EP)
>COURT TIPIST - ALICE JENNINGS (AJ)
>13TH SEPTEMBER 2556
>EVIDENCE OF ABUSE OF PERSONNEL
(EP) All rise for the honourable A.L. Johnson.
(ALJ) Court is now in session, returning to case file 619. Today we will be looking at the 10 accounts of personnel abuse against the agents of Project Freelancer. The court shall address various breaches of safety protocol that vary from small discrepancies to large disregards, with this being said, would the prosecution like to start.
(PC) Call to the stand Agent David Washington.
(EP) Call Agent David Washington. Would you hold the Bible in you left hand and read the card in your right
(AW) I swear to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth, so help me god. I would also like to add that you do not call me David, that name was taken f
Sailor Moon: The Birth of Cosmos. The war, battle, fight, whatever you call this Neo Queen Serenity was not prepared for any of this. Chaos was big, shapeless and in the hearts of all humans, how could she fight this. Her friends were always by her side they were willing to die to protect her; she had forgotten this for so long, but now she remembered all the past battles. Every situation/skirmish the Silver Crystal had reversed in the past she now held the knowledge.Sailor Moon: The Birth of Cosmos.2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"It's like a curtain has been lifted!!" Neo Queen Serenity wept.
Her court had always worked to protect her, but they also worked to teach her, to mold her to their own different situation. Serenity's life had been ideally perfect; plenty of friends, a loving family, a caring husband, and now a baby pinkette daughter.
As teens, she remembered Ami's father was an musician and always away; Dr. Mizuno was a busy doctor and rarely home. Rei's Mother had died and her Father was a politician and never at home. The rare
Seventh Ring: Part 8 - EmploymentSeventh Ring: Part 8 - Employment3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Pass me those bandages."
"Keep him still, I'm almost done here."
"He's moving too much! Keep his arm still."
"That's it, I got it. Now pass me the Regeneryn and some more sedative."
"Rest now. You'll make it."
Bird song filled the barn, making his ears twitch and eyes flutter open. The brightness of the sun was smothered by a dirty potato sack that had been nailed to the frame of his only window. Unfortunately, it did little to block out the heat. With a groan, Seven turned his head to look over his right shoulder from his mattress on the straw-covered floor. His eyes took a moment to focus on the slender, straight-backed figure that stood in the doorway to his stable room in the Drudge's barn.
"Who...?" he said groggily before trying to slowly sit up.
"I would not recommend you move just yet. Those bandages need to be changed and your wounds need more time to heal." The
Circus: The Bearded WomanI do not conform,Circus: The Bearded Woman2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
this is not by choice but by condition.
When people look at me
they see a freak, a travesty
As do I
but not for the same reasons as them.
Those who gawp
and gape and grunt
gruesome words at me.
They see my wiry beard
affixed to my delicate jaw and cheeks;
they laugh and laugh
and laugh at The Bearded Lady.
They see imperfection
on such a superficial irrelevant level
as they spin me in my cage
to get a better look
at my flaws.
Hair growing on my face
doesn't make me broken, or damaged.
The cysts do;
popping tiny kernels in my ovaries
and flushing hormones through me
these are the things I worry about
while others mock me for my features -
and take photos for mementos
of their time at the circus.
I don't care about the beard
I care about the children,
bearded or otherwise, I'll never have,
and the ache for their limbs
entangled in my arms,
their breath on my skin.
Who cares about a preconceived --
( unable to conceive ? )
- notion of beauty
Hidden Language"Is he ok?"Hidden Language2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Is he alive?
"Is he alright?"
Is he breathing?
"Is he sleeping?"
Is he dead...?
to know that we are not aloneI swallow words like I swallow tea;to know that we are not alone2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
some part of my brain composed of every image
that has ever made me realise I'm alive (salt, flowers,
streetlights weeping in the rain, foam and lace and dust)
- this part is addicted and constantly craves a bitter, frothing
tapestry of language. It's an eternal burning desire
for new ways to put together letters and empty
space - I want that wine, that sweet and strong
and heady wine that tastes of everything on earth,
everything that humans can feel and do and love
and hate and touch and breathe; I want that song
whose drumbeat is humanity, whose melodies are
smudges of ink and dazzles of electrons, whose
bass line is arching, soaring, blazing divine fire
of action, reaction, movement, apathy. I want that
clump of soil that is the earth we tread on, the stars
and nebulas we spin underneath like dizzy children,
the dome of sky that wraps around us like painted
My mother taught me to read when I was very
Words brought me up - I w
I am again alone.An old friend stopped by last night.I am again alone.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She needed to talk.
More for someone to listen.
It made me feel important and purposeful to be the one to prop someone else up.
It meant a lot to me that she trusted me enough to lean on my shoulder.
I loved having someone come visit.
Now she is back home.
Now I am again alone.
For all of the joy I had in being able to help her when she needed it....
I now somehow feel even emptier.
I had gotten used to being alone.
Every night and day me and the cat.
I guess I forgot what it was like to have someone who genuinely cared what I had to say around.
I had become almost comfortable in my self induced isolation.
But,she came and reminded me what it was like to be around decent people...
I think I really miss it.
Because tonight I again just feel so alone.
Citadel Life 4"The Quarian Tech" or "More Tragic News"Citadel Life 45 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Paige crossed the expansive promenade leading to the Euphoria's entrance. Even at a distance the music pulsed into the street and made minor vibrations shake the floor beneath her, increasing as she got closer. The area immediately around the entrance stairs was bathed in familiar green and blue light. As she went down she glanced at the flashing, swirling patterns being projected from the walls- making her feel as though she was entering an utterly serene domain with nothing but fun to be had within.
Now that's exactly what I need, she mentally commented as that thought passed. She managed to sneak around Roak while he was distracted with other newcomers to the club. It wasn't that she didn't like the salarian, but she had already had an emotional day and fast-spoken salutations weren't exactly what she was looking for in the club. Paige maneuvered her way to the bar and found the asari, Ladena, which had greeted her before
FFM July 2 - The Gas maskLet me tell you a story about waking up under water. No, not literally waking up under water, but that very same feeling. It's also a story about oxygen. Have any of you ever thought about oxygen, how important it is? Oh, sure, you've held your breath for sixty seconds, felt that surge of pleasant panic. Pleasant because all it takes is to open your mouth and let that sweet, sweet oxygen come back in. Except have you ever thought about what would happen if at that very instant, when you've held your breath for as long as you could someone would come along and dunk you head-first into water? You would suddenly realize you have no power in your limbs to fight; your grandmother could drown you then. If you draw in breath, you will die, but you have to draw in breath. You have to or you will die. No-one really wants to think any further than that, lest they really do start choking.FFM July 2 - The Gas mask6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Maybe you imagined this situation right now. See how fine it is to be breathing, steady, big gu
CathieSalt-and-pepper hair contrasts sharply with the crisp, starched pillow;Cathie3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
bone-thin arms resemble bed rails--
tears in my arms, the morphine drip in your vein.
My inner rage refutes your calm acceptance.
You ask if we are waiting for you to die: no.
We are waiting for a miracle,
we are waiting for you to heal--
We are waiting for something that will not happen.
We are stretching for something that is out of reach.
We are holding onto our obsolete hopes, the small fragments of our lives
so closely, we cannot see the bigger picture
In a paradox, God is calling you clearly,
but we can't seem to hear His voice--
only the silence ringing in our ears
as the monitor stops
your breathing ceases
your face un-creases--
and, for the first time in years,
you run Home.
Boylan BooksI first see Neal across the open sparkle mall floor, paused in serious contemplation thought speaking solely to self, whispers not for ears or voices only thoughts, shining thoughts, open thoughts thinking marvelous wonders of books and dust and corporate-but-not bookstores. His hair is green not really but blue and green pirate green, red bandanna is he a pirate? asks the little girl with pigtails and chocolate snot embarrassed mother shoo be nice that's rude tugging hand with look of so sorry, she's five, not smart enough yet, please forgive and Neal with open half-grin smiling not really there but almost, not speaking but almost, not accepting or forgiving or out-loud speaking but just shelving, shelving, shelving.Boylan Books3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
And when I stretch across open sparkle-sparkle tile mall floor (checked with gum and scuffed tile and not-allowed skateboards) Neal looks up, somewhat barely, face open innocent quiet not-there. I ask applications? Are you hiring? because I need a job but
Everything Under the Stars 14Chapter 14: No More DoubtsEverything Under the Stars 145 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
© Lady Owl
The following morning, Neelix wasted no time getting back to the workshop.
His haste helped him to keep his mind off of what had happened the night before.. which only brought up more questions than answers. Unsettling feelings that left him feeling confused. After what had happened, he assumed he was not alone in his feelings anymore, and had a strong intuition that something, anything, was there inside Heather, as well. A tiny spark of hope. The thought warmed him inside...
But, like Heather, he needed to be sure... which, unfortunately, only time would allow. When Heather was ready.. if she really was feeling something for him, she needed time to slowly open up to him. At least, he hoped...
As Neelix and Heather entered the workshop, they were both startled by a loud commotion. They turned their attention in the direction of the chaos and Heather was both stunned and intrigued by what she saw: All the