Plague: Croc FanaticPlague: Croc Fanatic4 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
November 16thJonathan Crane woke up at precisely 6:00 A.M., the same time he does every weekday morning when he has work to do at his lab across town. Even this early in the morning, the shouts of his rebellious neighbors and the constant TV buzzing above his apartment room were still as loud as ever.November 16th3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Something crashed upstairs and the man who sat around and got drunk all day yelled at his wife. The whole city could have heard their argument. Jonathan rolled his eyes as he came out of his morning shower and put on his clothes, making sure his vest and tie were neatly fastened and looking sharp. He wiped his glasses clean and ran a comb through his midnight black hair quickly so it would be only slightly wavy, not tangled, when it dried.
He fed his black cat and left his apartment room with a few loving strokes to the feline and another check on his appearance through the mirror on the wall. He walked down to the parking lot of his apartment complex with his hands in his jacket pockets, accepting th
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 Memory2 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
My Psychological Synopsis On Loki(A big thank you to baronessofblades for encouraging me to write this.)My Psychological Synopsis On Loki3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Now, I have read a number of Hiddleston's interviews and a few articles on the analysis of Loki. And here are four of them that I could mostly agree with:
Tom Hiddleston Takes Us Inside The Complicated Mind of Loki
Tom Hiddleston Explains The Psychology Of Loki
Tom Hiddleston Talks The Madness of Loki, His Hope For Redemption In Thor 2
Seventh Ring: Part 8 - EmploymentSeventh Ring: Part 8 - Employment2 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
Jason Todd: Why"Why?"Jason Todd: Why3 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
Ellie, chap. 1.Ellie, revisited.Ellie, chap. 1.10 months 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
CathieSalt-and-pepper hair contrasts sharply with the crisp, starched pillow;Cathie2 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.
fuck, here we go again.the back roads--fuck, here we go again.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
a water bottle full of
god knows what,
and it burns a little going down.
that's okay. we all need that,
we touched a windmill.
and we leaned against it,
pointing at radio towers
with cheap cigarettes dangling between our lips
before we kissed,
sober, this time
stars screamed at us.
this is why
you like the country.
i wondered about our smoke
creating the stars
as it drifts out of our lungs
in clouds of post-code envy
(god, we need to get away from here).
that would take a long time.
that's okay. we've got time.
The camera loves you, baby.So I turn to him like real / like a real snap of de head an I look im straight like an sayThe camera loves you, baby.2 years ago in Drama More Like This
I read dis story / dis article in some magazine once
was an interview wid a photographer / a guy I work with / an I was reading it cos my pic was used an dat was my first feature / first spread all printed up on paper an stuff
I had dat mag for months bfor I read it / juss keeped on flickin it open an starin at me / at me own face an touchin da glossy paper like I couldn’t believe it were me / Emmy looking like some star / some big famous fuckin star but one day I sit down an read it / took me / took me
took a long time
An he was sayin how wid each pic / each girl / he fall in love wid dem / juss a bit / juss while he is takin da pic an dat he believe you can’t shoot a woman widout lovin her in dat minute / in da minute your finger is on da button an you is starin at only her / only her thro da camera an dat sometimes dis love dis feelin hangs on for a few days after an you is wal
[Feminism] Don't Spread the Disease.______________________________________________________________[Feminism] Don't Spread the Disease.1 year ago in Academic Essays More Like This
This is a response I wrote to the inquiring minds on the
"Why I need Feminism" poem. **Featured here on Devaintart..
Judging by the original poem and some of the interesting replies to it..
It seems that a lot of people don't actually follow Feminism.
IE: You all ask the question:
How can people "hate" feminism, when it stands for equal rights?
It's sad to say, but Feminism isn't about equal rights.. well, unless you're just
a coffee shop feminist or taking it at the value of only ONE of it's definitions.
If you actually read the books and watch the interviews with the women in charge
of your movement. Then you'll see Feminism for what it actually is and what it promotes.
IE: They believe in the Patriarchy, which not only labels men as "the pro
*Naked Winter*Where are all the leaves?*Naked Winter*1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Nature has done a strip tease
All I see is wood.
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 Language1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
Is he alive?
"Is he alright?"
Is he breathing?
"Is he sleeping?"
Is he dead...?
A Real BoyfriendA REAL BOYFRIENDA Real Boyfriend3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When she stares at your mouth
When she pushes you or hits you like a dummy cause she
thinks shes stronger than you
Grab her and don't let go
When she starts cursing at you trying to act all tough
Kiss her and tell her you love her
When she's quiet
Ask her whats wrong
When she ignores you
Give her your attention
When she pulls away
Pull her back
When you see her at her worst
Tell her she's beautiful
When you see her start crying
Just hold her and don't say a word
When you see her walking
Sneak up and hug her waist from behind
When she's scared
When she steals your favorite hoodie
Let her keep it and sleep with it for a night
When she teases you
Tease her back and make her laugh
When she doesn't answer for a long time
Reassure her that everything is okay
When she looks
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
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 Books2 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
I Wish You DeadSometimes I wish you dead.I Wish You Dead11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I confess it,
there are times when my thoughts lose control
and cartwheel like a plum blossom
thats failing to fight gravity,
sometimes I wish you dead.
I hope you wish me dead too.
I hope that you see my dissected body
with my rib cage cracked open and spread
like the legs of a fifteen year old whore
who braces herself against a rapist
for a semblance of affection.
I hope you watch my lungs contract
and you hate it.
Hope you wake up and pray
that today will be my last
and that my plutonium heart will extinguish.
Sometimes, I wish you dead
because I know how deeply you suffer
and I've seen the decades of pain
and the broken behavioural patterns
that mean the agony is unlikely to end for you
I've seen you,
I've seen you dehydrated and withering
from crying, seen you wilt.
Seen your pulverised hope
struggle to maintain a baseline
as your head and heart beg; no more.
Sometimes, I wish you dead.
I hope you wish me dead too.
I hope that you see my veins
A Ella A ella, que les sirvió y sirve durante toda su vida, que se da completamente a aquel que la posee en aquel período de su existencia.A Ella2 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
A ella, que da tal sentido a la vida de algunos que si carecen de ella, se vienen abajo > se preguntan, > se lamentan.
No comprenden que ella, aunque se quede con unos durante lo que puede parecer años, no le pertenece a nadie.
A ella que la utilizan, la valoran, la ganan, la pierden, la roban, la desean, la rechazan, la derrochan y la malgastan.
A ella, a quien le mienten diciendo que ella no trae la felicidad, que no la necesitan y que no es lo que importa, como mienten… ¡Y LO SABEN! Claro que importa, es más, de manera discreta y sigilosa ellos mismos han permitido que ella, por insignificante que digan que sea, controle sus negocios, sus relaciones, sus diversiones, sus vidas. Solo unos pocos escapan de su tiranía, de su naturaleza de doble cara, suponen que esta miseria de necesidad y carencia es su venganza por lo que l
The Royal Protector.It wasn't just affection he had for her.The Royal Protector.2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Corvo became the Royal Protector when the Empress turned 13 (even then people thought her stubborn for taking a whole year to choose her bodyguard.) Young man, boy really, from Serkonos, only few years older at age seventeen,was 'given' to the soon-to-be-empress to show the good will and approval of the isles (and the pirates, let no one lie to you) when she was visiting the city of Karnaca on her first royal voyage. To the young lady the guard was no more than a watchdog, meant to intrude on her life. To Corvo, it was the only thing he was trained for. And he was trained in many things.
The public and nobility, as they tend to, instantly put the two as lovers once the young princes refused her first fiance arrangement. Corvo did not care much for rumors, insisting to stand in front of his lady's door no matter what 'people' said. (In one of her outbursts, Jessamine broke her guard's nose when she slammed the door right in his ever passive face
Batman x child! Reader 4 "Dad? Dad? Dad? Dad," was all you said as you followed Bruce into the kitchen. After the fifteenth time you said dad, Bruce turned to look at you, obviously annoyed but kept his voice calm. "What is it sweetheart?" You giggled and said "I would like to play a game." Bruce nodded, feeling a little weirded out at the way you worded that. "Me too" Richard said, seemingly appearing outta nowhere. Bruce smiled. "Alright. What do you two want to play?" You and Richard looked at each other then looked at your dad. In unison, you and your brother yelled out "Hide and seek. You count to thirty." Bruce put his hands over his eyes and started counting. You and Richard ran out of the kitchen, almost knocking Alfred over. "Sorry Grandpa Alfred", you called out as you followed Richard upstairs. Richard went into one of the empty bedrooms and to the window. You tilted your head when he opened the window and motioned you over. YoBatman x child! Reader 42 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Midnight ComfortIt was late when Shepard left the med bay, which was probably a good thing. Dr Chakwas had left many hours before, not wanting to relive the painful hangover she had had last time they were drinking together. So she left Shepard and the bottle, excusing herself and telling the commander to have at it. So she had. She could barely stand by herself and the last thing she wanted was any of her crew to see her like that. She made it all the way to the elevator in the dark, smiling to herself as she pressed, or more accurately fell onto the call button. She was a ninja, no one could catch her.Midnight Comfort3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Shepard?" The elevator doors opened just as Kaidan leaned out of his room, clearly curious at who or what would be skulking around the ship at this time of night. He was a soldier, and he had had more than his fair share of ambushes. His war honed senses wouldn't allow him to be caught unawares again. Upon seeing his CO though, he relaxed, smiling a genuine smile that made Shepard's buzzy brain screa