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
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
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
Good Ol' DaysJason/TimGood Ol' Days4 years ago in Humor More Like This
Jason sat there at his older brother, Dick's, computer, watching a video of when he and
Tim were younger. He tried hard not grin at their childish antics.
Younger Jason had been holding a huge brief case that at that time belonged to Bruce Wayne - before he was put into an old farts home that is and chatting with the smaller boy as if they were a married couple. Jason was about six years old while Timmy was about three.
Not that he would ever admit it to anyone especially Dick , he kinda missed those days. Timmy would hug him, kiss his cheek, and pretend to get a divorce then make up later that day. They both had little rings they would put on every morning when they woke up in the same bed and Tim greeted with either Jayjay or Jaybird. Now that Tim and Jason were older, they didn't see one another that much anymore after Stephanie had died it had been pretty hard for Timmy-; they kinda just hung around with the rest of t
Everything I Needed To KnowEverything I Needed To KnowEverything I Needed To Know1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
You said nothing, which says everything.
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.