To The Sea (2/2)The ocean was suffocating Harley. It was more unbearable than having a pillow forced over her face, and she knew exactly how that felt. Every attempt to move her limbs and swim sent pain through her panicked muscles. Drowning was a slow death, but she suspected her suffering would be cut short on account of her terrified heart beating faster than it was ever supposed to beat. Her bursting fear alone could kill her.
The woman screamed in silence when her flowing hair was captured and yanked up. She felt the crisp night air welcoming her face back to the surface as she convulsed a gallon of liquid from her throat. The waverunner was slippery and provided little to grip on as it painfully bumped against her back. With another yank, Joker pulled her on board and jumped his hand's iron grip to her bicep. She reached up and latched onto his shirt to pull herself on the seat, wincing at the stinging in her scalp and the fire in her drenched lungs. He let her go once she was on board, placing
Outfits"Harley, leave me alone." Joker clenched his teeth as he growled at the dancing woman in front of his desk. She didn't seem to notice the seriousness in his animalistic but distracted warning. She held two shirts suspended in the air by hangers, glancing back and forth between them and biting her glossed lips in thought.Outfits4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"First, tell me which one you like better!" She squeaked, holding the shirts over her body one by one. She had her "pajamas" on; a cottony black button up shirt she sewed herself with red hearts all over it, paired up with matching sweat pants. Joker kept his focus on the long pencil in his hand, sketching routes through a complex blue-print of a building.
Once the sirens rang, these doors would be locked first, then these over here. This one would be easiest to break open but the elevator would be shut down, so... we'd have to take the stairs down a couple of floors or should we go up? Hmm... Maybe I should take a trip to the airport and steal a helic
That Boy - Page 1That BoyThat Boy - Page 14 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
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Eighth grade. Oh boy, let me tell ya! It's a nightmare for the nerds and little kids who haven't gone through puberty, but heaven for the popular kids, the punks, the bullies, the hot girls.
There were many classifications in middle school that a kid can slip into.
For girls, you were either a sweet, nice girl who got good grades, or a hottie; a snob. The one with all the popular kids.
It was tough being in this top category. The category I'm in. Anyway back to my rambling!
Let's see, now for guys there's the "Nerds", of course. Computer geeks, smarty's, you know the works.
Then there's the "Jocks"; the basketball, football die-hards. Tall with their teen muscles developed, they have all the girls after them, they have the practices every day after school.
Then there's the punks, the gangsters, the "cool" guys. Yep! Those are the main three labels for guys.
There are some people, just a few, who don't fit in any grou
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.That Boy - Page 533 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
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
Joker's Journal - 1She's nuts. I hate her.Joker's Journal - 13 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Sometimes.Never mind. Always. I was stupid to let a psychologist attach onto me. As if I didn't get enough pointless therapy in Arkham! I had to bring a doctor outside as my own personal advisor. Idiotic.
What is this? Its a journal. Me scribbling my "thoughts" on a paper. She's making me do it. She's watching me right now. I ask her what the hell to write, and she suggests writing my current actions. That's what I'm doing.
Now I'm out of things to write. But you know what's funny? I can't write that I'm staring at a blank piece of paper, because that would be lying. I can however, write "Fifteen minutes ago I was staring at a blank piece of paper."
I know how to annoy her.
I am writing. I am writing. I am writing. I am writing. I am wr
She says that doesn't count. Now I have to sit here for another hour. Nothing is stopping me from leaving. Her glares don't intimidate me.
Hell with this.
She made me write that
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 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
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
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
That Boy - Page 7"Do you live over here?" I heard him say, not daring to look straight at him.That Boy - Page 74 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Yeah, I live further down, behind the Walgreens. What about you?" I asked sweetly, daring to turn and face him as I walked.
Really Harley! Why'd you have to ask that? And why'd you have to answer him?! Come on! Telling him where you lived!!!??? How stupid!
"Nowhere." He answered. Okay. I couldn't tell if he was dismissing the question, or answering her truthfully.
There were dark gray clouds above us, but it wasn't going to rain anytime soon. Snow never stuck to the ground, winters were dark and rainy.
We came off the ramp and were now walking on the sidewalk. The wind was frostily chilling, and I liked it. We passed some old stores, seeing many spooky alleyways and some kids doing drugs after school.
After some more awkward silence, I pointed to my house, not knowing what else to do or say. "See, that's it."
I liked my house; it was one of the few nice ones in this city. Down the abandoned little road, back
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!
That Boy - Page 17In history, two periods after science, my friends forced me to come on the other side of the room and talk with them. The teacher was at his desk, letting the class chat and work on our assignments.That Boy - Page 174 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"I'm sorry Harleen!"
"Talk about the dumbest teacher ever!"
"That sucks! You should have just ditched him."
"I'd rather be paired up with a box full of cockroaches!"
"It's the same thing, Jenny!"
They laughed, and shot some glances back at the boy. I felt myself burning with embarrassment!!! He surely heard them!!! "Guys, its fine." I said, looking for something else to change the subject with. "Uh, have you seen Believe Me yet? Everyone says it's a good movie, but I don't know if it's worth the money."
"Yeah, we saw that last weekend." Katie blurted suddenly, obviously annoyed at me. They went and did something... without me? What? Why didn't they invite me?
"Oh, well thanks for inviting me." I laughed a little, kinda meaning what I said, but keeping the atmosphere friendly. Girls in my ga
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
That Boy - Page 13In history, the teacher addressed the kids at the beginning of class. "Today we are going to watch a documentary. Class, this video will take the whole period, so you can put your notebooks away. If there is too much talking, you'll have to take fifteen notes. Just a little warning, there is some violence and... pictures in this video, okay? I know you are all mature enough to handle it."That Boy - Page 134 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Some kid raised his hand. "Like, is it bloody or something?" The teacher made a face. "No not really, it's just it's not too bad, but I'm just warning you to be mature about it okay?" The teacher started the projector and turned off the lights.
Across the room, I saw Jake whisper to his buddies, probably making a comment about a movie he saw with gore in it.
I knew a lot of my friends who had weak stomachs and hated blood and stuff. Some were in this class, it would be funny to see their reactions. I kept my notebook out so I could doodle my dance costume. Red and black. So pretty. I used
That Boy - Page 3I told Travis to stop bugging me.That Boy - Page 34 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Travis laughed and said: "It wasn't me-- I swear! It was him!" He pointed to the boy next to him, the boy with the purple hood, the boy who never spoke, and the boy who everyone gossiped about.
Travis wanted to have fun teasing both of us!
The boy ignored us, as always. I muttered, "Shut up and leave me alone." to Travis. He didn't shut up.
"Hey emo, why you picking on my girl?" He teased. My blood flared like someone threw a match in a trail of oil. Was Travis acting like I was his girlfriend!?!
"Hey emo, you know how to talk?" Travis turned his body away from me and stared at the boy.
I felt angry and embarrassed. I focused on my paper in front of me. I didn't want to give Travis any attention to fuel his bullying.
But unfortunately Travis had forgotten about me and was interested now in getting the boy to talk.
Travis kicked the leg of the boy's chair, moving it a centimeter. "Emo freak, say something for once!" Travis laughed.
The boy turned his he
ThanksgivingIvy's greenhouse was now an orangehouse. The leaves of all her plants had changed from a brilliant emerald forest into a festive autumn haven. Pumpkins grew in all shapes and sizes. Orange and red vines trailed down from the glass roof in a veil around the main room of the greenhouse. Her plants were going into hibernation, and it was only a matter of time before Ivy herself would shut down for the winter. Crisp and colorful dead leaves lined the floor of a big clearing that was occupied by a homey little table surrounded neatly with six chairs. The table was made of dark oak wood, and the 'legs' of the table were rooted to the ground. Ivy could do things like that. She could control her plants, thanks to her scientific research and venoms she injected in herself. She loved nature so much, it was almost ridiculous. The table was blanketed with a white tablecloth that softened the weight of the plates, glasses, silverware, and napkins displayed on the surface. Who better to host a ThankThanksgiving4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Kind WordsA HARLEY QUINN/JOKER FANFICTIONKind Words3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"You think I'm pretty, without any makeup on. You think I'm funny, when I tell the punch line wrong. I know you get me, so I let my walls come down, dooowwwwnnnn! Let's go all the way tonight, no regrets, just love. We can dance until we die, you and I, will be young forever!"
Joker looked up from a newspaper he had spread over the lap of his dirty purple suit and looked at the closed bathroom door where, behind the rotted wood, Harley was showering and singing an annoying pop song about love at the top of her lungs. "That girl couldn't carry a tune with a bucket," he muttered as he looked back down to the paper. He circled the obituary of a death he had caused, a smile spreading on his dry, scabby lips.
" You brought me to life, now every February, you'll be my valentine valentine! Let's go all the way tonight, no regrets just love. We can dance until we die, you and I will be young fore