Harley Quinn's DemiseSo this is what it's come to: darkness, isolation, light.Harley Quinn's Demise3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Darkness isolation, light. I could've had it all.
I DID have it all. Call me crazy? I'll SHOW you crazy, I'll SHOW you! Hahaha!
Now, every time I laugh, HIS is the one that echoes in my ears. It's HIS!
The one I love, I LOVE him. He made me this way, he made me...
He's coming back for me, he'll be back, I know it! The one I risked everything for.
My job, my heart, my life, but most of all, my SANITY!
Hahaha, sanity, what IS sanity anyway? Are any of us really sane at all anymore?
Are we REALLY? Do only some of us lose our minds? Fall off the deep end, lose our heads, quit playing with a full deck, WHATEVER! Hahaha...deck...cards...him, WHERE?
Where is the man that took all of what I am and CHANGED it?
Half monster, half of what I used to be, something completely different all together...what AM I? Ah! Who am I kidding anyway? They've probably got HIM too.
Locked away in this cheap, white washed hotel they call Arkham.
Eh, kind o
BoundBound3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It was the vile taste of rancid leftovers that finally chased the last vestiges of unconsciousness from him mind. Thirteen year old Robin forced his eyes open and regretted it instantly when the all-too-familiar, pulsating pounding threatened to split his skull. 'Damn it, why am I the one who always ends up getting chloroformed," he complained internally, attempting to massage the headache that was centralized behind his temples. Except his hands wouldn't move; that was when he realized how he was laying.
On his side, with his hands unable to be moved from behind him.
It was always disconcerting, being kidnapped when he was Dick Grayson. If he had been Robin he could have fought back, but as the adopted son of billionaire Bruce Wayne he knows only the rudimentary basics of self defense; easily overpowered by someone determined enough. Especially if his abductor was armed with chloroform soaked rags and rendered him unconscious. Which left him helpless to whatever means of containment w
Everything I Needed To KnowEverything I Needed To KnowEverything I Needed To Know2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You said nothing, which says everything.
Peeta x ReaderPeeta Mellark moved through the streets of District 13. Few people were outside; the temperature was below freezing and snowflakes drifted lazily, threatening a blizzard within the next few hours.Peeta x Reader3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He reached the door of a small house on the edge of the district and the snow began to fall heavily. Peeta hoped he would make it back home before the blizzard kicked in. He knocked on the door, shifting the package he was carrying to his other hand.
You answer the door and look out at a boy wrapped in a thick scarf, a lopsided knit hat pushed down over his ears. His coat, threadbare and nearly see-through in places, didn't seem to be protecting him much from the cold.
"My father sent me to deliver your bread," Peeta said in a soft voice, looking up at you. His nose was red from the cold and his lips were beginning to turn blue.
"Well you shouldn't keep standing outside in this miserable weather," you said, offering him a smile. You feel bad that he has come all of this way just to bring you
A Captain And A SnakeThe wooden planks that made a makeshift ramp up to the ship creaked under Nielo's weight. He continued up the ramp, wrapping his cloak more tightly around himself. The ramp jutted out a good three feet above the deck, and Nielo jumped down, headed for the Captain's quarters. Although it had been no small task to find the secluded strip of land off the Bensai Coast where the ship was docked, the crew was supposed to all be out celebrating making landfall in a nearby fishing village, so it would be simple enough getting into the Captain's quarters unnoticed.A Captain And A Snake4 years ago in Sketches More Like This
The wood of the deck continued to creak in protest to his weight, as though they were unsound, but Nielo was reasonably sure they would hold him. The starlight cast a slight shadow against the deck as he moved, and despite the near total darkness, he could see almost perfectly. He reached for the knob, finding the door was locked. Nielo hissed, then knelt before the ornate doorknob and lock, peering into the keyhole. He pulled
ReflectionsReflections3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I look in the mirror reflection,
I hope my true self avoids detection.
I am not who they believe,
I find freedom when they leave.
I see myself with this refinement,
It's all traditional confinement.
Who is she?
That beauty staring at me.
Not who I was meant to be.
This personality and this face,
My family's disgrace.
Honor and poise,
Someone save me from this choice.
I hide behind this façade,
It's a delicate charade.
I see myself as a warrior,
Everyone around sees me as inferior.
Why can't I let my true self shine?
Why must I let this cage confine?
Behind this face I fade.
Who is that girl I see,
Staring straight back at me?
Turned to obscurity.
This sad shallow reflection.
Horrible PersonI'm the person of faultHorrible Person1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
Who has crimson on my fingertips.
I was caught red handed.
Ill admit my crime
It felt good to know
What I did was wrong.
It hurt others
When my laugh reverberated from the roof to the floor.
Did it hurt me?
Nothing hurts me.
To know pain is to know fear
To know fear is to have a soul
To have a would is to be Hunan.
I'mI'm a insomniacI'm1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
With bags heavy under my eyes
I can never sleep
So I have to gulp down what seems like hot steam
I'm a psycho
With jeers directed towards me
Because Of blood on my hands
Caused by my violent tendencies
I'm a victim of bullies
With bruises along my body
And scars on my person
Because I'm different
I'm a dead person
I have left this body
Which I want to be in
But cannot anymore