BBRae BreatheBreatheBBRae Breathe5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sunny, no clouds and a nice cool breeze, I love Saturdays. Especially since we're at the park for a bar-b-q-picnic thing for "team bonding". Can't we ever just chill and hang out without it having to mean anything, sheesh Robin. Speaking of Rob, he and Star are playing tag just like the friggin' adorable couple they are. The smell of hamburger meat comes wafting through the air and I turn my attention to Cyborg, who's grilling some animal for lunch. And just like every other moment of my pathetic life, I'm sitting here thinking of ways I can confess my feelings to Raven. She's so pretty....no; not pretty, beautiful. Beautiful is the right word though it doesn't express the radiance she has. Damn, what am I saying, I should just stop because there is no way in hell, SHE is going to go out with ME.
She's levitating/sitting cross-legged in the air with a book on her lap. She isn't wearing her cloak today, which is unusual; now she's only wearing her leotard and revealing more, not
Batman: La Nourriture Delicieuse“My dear colleagues now that we are all here and have become acquainted with one another I must insist that we make our way to the dining room where I have prepared a special meal for our first gathering.” A tall and lean cut man instructed, extending an arm in the direction of the lavishly decorated room.Batman: La Nourriture Delicieuse1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
“There’s food? Why didn’t you fucking say so chef?” Brightfame asked pushing his way through the others to get a seat at the long oak table first. As though the plates upon plates of food would disappear on him.
A blonde woman around the same age who was covered almost head to toe in varying shades of pink “tsked” at the blue skinned male. “For the one with lightning powers you are rather thunderous and rude. I have half a mind to show you what sound can really do.” Her jaw tensing.
“Easy Crescendo. Brightfame is just … excited.” Robbie Greene assured her, resting a palm upon her shoulder as he gently escor
OverdueIf you were a story, you'd be several chapters long, with words that will tell of who you were, how you were and what you meant to me.Overdue2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Letters will paint the picture of how I remember you, and, if I flipped the pages fast enough, our tragedy will unravel and unfold fast; a motion capture of how you never came for me.
And, after run-ons and paragraphs and so many full sentences, the last line would be a fragment, because that's the truth of what we became, what we are now and I don't know how to put it any other way.
People will read it, read about you, and you and me, and when they reach the end, they will puzzle and ask where the missing pages are.
I will take your book back (written for you, and only you, with your scent as the bookmarks, and your fragile smile as the spine), and my brittle mouth will curl as I try not to cry, and I will show them my empty pockets and tell them if only there were any.
Dead Bite: An Undead Story 65Dead Bite: An Undead Story 65Dead Bite: An Undead Story 651 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
They were racing down the hallway now with Jordon supported under Jorel’s arm. They moved quickly and stealthily, but it was going to be harder leaving than it had been infiltrating. Although they had been able to pinpoint Jordon’s whereabouts in the basement because Jorel could feel his energy (Jorel could feel them all; he had made them), they now did not have a target, and the subfloors were confusing. Covered in blood, they would have to avoid everyone now.
“I think we came in this way,” George said, pointing towards a non-descript metal door. He just couldn’t remember now.
“This is a fucking joke!” Dylan said aloud after having peeked through the door. “I don’t remember anything down there.”
George was still heated from ripping the doctor to shreds with the others. Maybe bloodlust and a feeding frenzy had gotten their heads confused. “Then where
Dead Bite: An Undead Story 47Dead Bite: An Undead Story 47Dead Bite: An Undead Story 472 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He needed this to work. He needed inside of California State Prison…in the high security wing. Danny couldn’t think of many crimes that would be his golden ticket without hurting someone. But he had a plan as long as the police didn’t shoot him.
Danny pulled his hoodie up over his head and stuff his hands into the pockets. He could feel the metallic handle of the gun in his pocket. He fingered it nervously.
Fuck. Danny had never been in this kind of trouble before. Sure, he had been picked up by the cops a few times in his younger days, but it was for underage drinking, theft, gang fights at school. Ever since he had met Matt, Danny was destined to be in a shitload of trouble. Probably because he could never say no to Mattie’s puppy-dog eyes.
The Hispanic breathed deeply and psyched himself up. It didn’t hurt that Danny had downed a full bottle of vodka before
Dead Bite: An Undead Story 46Dead Bite: An Undead Story 46Dead Bite: An Undead Story 462 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The beeping was dry and monotonous. It was the sound of a heart monitor beeping away, not unusual to Jordon’s hearing but now a very distant memory. The rhythmic sound jogged Jordon out of his stupor, and then he could feel the restraints around him.
His body was pinned to a lightly clothed hospital bed, and every movement brought the sound of wrinkling paper, the kind that lined beds and patients. Thick straps held his forearms to metal bars on the bed, mimicking the restraint on his legs and around his torso. Jordon could feel something heavy around his neck, and wires were coming out of his body every which way. Their intertwining colors were like a rainbow, but this was no happy sign from God.
Jordon felt like he was back in the hospital, back when nobody visited him. Back when he chased stars. Back when he was morbidly ill.
But he knew something wasn’t right.
This wasn’t back then.
Dead Bite: An Undead Story 25Dead Bite: An Undead Story 252 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
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Jordon watched as Danny opened his mouth again, and the soothing lullaby continued. Jordon chewed on a piece of grass, smiling to himself.
"This is fucking bullshit," George grumbled, impatiently pacing two steps before shifting his weight.
"Quiet," Jorel said, staring intently towards Danny. Jordon knew he didn't want his making another cambion to be for nothing.
Danny's voice hit the highs and the lows melodiously. Jorel moved towards the front of the group, his head buried deep in his hood, and Jordon tiptoed to see around him. Danny had crouched very close to the druggie, and his voice had lowered; it was too low for Jordon to hear.
Then suddenly Jordon could feel it. The abuser had fallen out of consciousness into a light dreaming state. The sense was something that all cambions could feel. It was like the human's essences were floating around his being, lightly wafting over the body like bubbles in the
Dead Bite: An Undead Story 38Dead Bite: An Undead Story 382 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
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The screaming wasn’t the normal cries of scared victims. Jorel knew something was wrong. He flew out from underneath the bed, a wisp of blackness, leaving his own prey peering after him with wide eyes. Jorel darted through the halls, following the sobs in the echoing halls.
When he got to the source, Jorel materialized into his handsome self, and the girls looked up at him with their glistening eyes. At his appearance, they stopped screaming, but only for a second until they realized that a strange man was now standing in their room as another lied convulsing on the floor.
Jorel bent down over Jordon, who had regained his facial features. But the cambion was hot to the touch, which was not normal for them. “Fuck! I have to get you out of here.” Jorel attempted to scoop Jordon up in his arms, but as soon as he touched his friend, Jordon began to convulse again. The blank face retu
Dead Bite: An Undead Story 59Dead Bite: An Undead Story 59 1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
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Dylan followed Jorel closely in the night. It was cold—didn’t it seem it was always cold?—as the moon peeked out from behind a loose array of clouds. They walked quickly down the street in a bad part of town. Not that they couldn’t handle themselves if some thugs attacked them; hell, they were the undead.
“Are you sure he’s going to be here?” Dylan asked against the cold, pulling his hoodie closer around his face. With a dead body, and not much blood-essences, it was just like being in a morgue.
Jorel was silent for a minute. “He’ll be there alright.”
“How do you know?”
Jorel peered back at Dylan briefly before continuing to face forward. “He’s thinks himself a god. Or a messiah. Or whatever. A church is where I first met him; this church is where he will be. They don’t call it ‘Church of the Damned
Dead Bite: An Undead Story 60 Dead Bite: An Undead Story 60Dead Bite: An Undead Story 60 1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“So you’ve come for little toy,” Aron hissed. “Where’s Arina?”
“None of your fucking business,” Jorel spat back.
Aron seemed taken aback. “None of my business? None of my business! She’s my fucking sister, so I think she is my business.”
“I guess you should know this then,” Jorel purred, moving so Aron would hear his lowered voice. “Arina begged me to let her suck my cock. I think her exact words were, ‘You tasted so good the first time, I want you to mouthfuck me over and over.’”
Aron’s eyes filled with rage.
“We’re taking George whether you like it or not,” Dylan chimed in.
“We’ll see about that.”
Jorel glanced over where George was still lying on the ground. Now that Tie wasn’t conscious, the nightmare should be waking up. Aslanyan couldn’t sing forever
Dead Bite: An Undead Story 1Dead Bite: An Undead Story 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Dead Bite: An Undead Story
"Part 1: The Story of Danny"
A cool breeze rumpled the sheets on Danny's bed.
He woke up suddenly, sitting straight up in the dark. Disoriented, Danny squinted and tried to focus on the surroundings in his bedroom. His clothes were still draping limply over the back of his guitar stand where he had thrown them hours before. The Chinese food he had eaten sat spoiling on top of his dresser beside the half-downed bottle of vodka. Then there was the shattered picture of Theresa lying on the floor. Everything seemed to be in place, but something was wrong. He could feel it.
Danny stumbled out of bed and found the light switch on the wall. He put his hands on his hips as he scanned the room again. His eyes fell on the window, which was ajar ever so slightly.
The singer couldn't remember opening the window. But then again he couldn't remember much after his alcohol-drowned night. Danny touched his fingers to the top of his nose, massaging the p
Dead Bite: An Undead Story 52 Dead Bite: An Undead Story 52Dead Bite: An Undead Story 52 2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“I knew it. I just fucking knew it,” George growled, hearing the news about Jorel’s new beau from Dylan. They were alone in a dark part of the warehouse’s basement, a leaky pipe echoing around them. Dylan’s post-coital cigarette was the only thing that lit the room, except George’s own burning eyes.
Dylan took a drag. “It was going to happen sometime or later. What you think? He’s going to be celibate all these years while you go dick down whoever you please, waiting until you get your bouts of wanting him? What’s it been since the last time you two fucked? Eight or nine years?”
George pushed Dylan in the chest. A little harder than he meant to. “We don’t fuck! We make love!”
“Fuck, love, whatever.”
Yes. Whatever it was.
George began to gnaw on his fingernails. He was lucky that Dylan had told him
BTC - Man of SteelBTC - Man of Steel1 year ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Released in 2013 under the direction of Zach Snyder ("300," "Watchmen," "Sucker Punch") on a budget of $225 million with distribution through Warner Bros.; "Man of Steel" is the 6th theatrical film adaptation (I'm not counting "Supergirl") based off of the 1938 release of Action Comics #1, Superman has since his first publication become a cultural American icon for his tagline of "fighting for truth, justice and the American Way." The first feature film to star this comic book hero was the 1978 Richard Donner film, "Superman: The Movie." By today, it's considerably dated, but it still remains a ground-breaking spark in cinema for these of special effects to create the illusion of Superman flying and grabbing things with his strength as well as kick-starting interest of the Superhero film genre. But the 80's wasn't very kind to Superman, giving forth to some rather lousy movies and only continuing on from then, giving some embarrassingly bad Superman video ga
Dead Bite: An Undead Story 58 Dead Bite: An Undead Story 58Dead Bite: An Undead Story 58 1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“Part 6: The Story of Danny Continued”
“When I was reborn, I could suddenly hear everything.” The sensation was something he could never describe to anyone – the sudden flood of sound, which he had never experienced before. It was scary and thrilling and overwhelming. Matt’s other senses were hindered by this newfound thing called hearing. Matt continued, “We all take on traits of our previous selves in our cambion forms. The others speculate that I became a bump because of my hearing loss. I was so keen to the vibrations of the world, the power just came naturally to me.”
Matt was now lying on the bottom prison bunk, and Danny was sitting across from him in a chair.
“Why did you get your hearing? Doesn’t the transformation only restore you to your original form? I mean, if you were born that way…”
Matt turned his face away from Da
Dead Bite: An Undead Story 48 Dead Bite: An Undead Story 48Dead Bite: An Undead Story 48 2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“Part 5: The Story of Matt”
Danny had claimed his prize. Matt willingly returned to his rescuer’s cell during open time. Danny settled down on his cot, and Matt leaned against the wall across from him. The curly-haired cambion smirked. “That was awesome.”
“Yeah, it was,” his friend replied with an equally-wide grin on his face.
The mohawked criminal had succumbed to Danny’s spell, and he had yet to wake. Security had rushed over to aid the man, and no one could figure out was wrong with him. After checking the body, a medic declared that the inmate must have been in a coma, and he was taken to the hospital ward. It was actually kind of scary to think that Danny was powerful enough to put somebody out for good.
Matt picked at a rough spot on the wall. “So now you’ve got me. What’s your genius plan to get us out?” He alrea
Godly Relationships 72: ConcernsThe Bible promises this: tough times are temporary but God's love is not-God's love endures forever. So what does that mean to you? Just this: From time to time, everybody faces disappointments and broken relationships-so will you. And when tough times arrive God always stand ready to protect you and to heal you. Your task is straightforward: you must share your burdens with Him.Godly Relationships 72: Concerns1 year ago in Philosophical More Like This
As Corrie ten Boom observed, "Any concern that is too small to be turned into a prayer is too small to be made into a burden." Those are comforting words, especially during difficult days.
Whatever the size of your challenges, God is big enough to handle them. Ask for His help today, with faith and with fervor. Instead of turning things over in your mind, turn them over to God in prayer. Instead of worrying about your next decision, ask God to lead the way. Cast your burdens upon the One who cannot be shaken, and rest assured that He always hears your prayers.
The Angel of DarknessThe Angel of Darkness1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Angel of Darkness
Location: Gotham city, 12:25 am .
I find myself sitting next to a statue of an angel ... I see the city from a building ... I only see horror .... anarchy ... fear ... nothing like what my family do.... some of them died trying to help ... green arrow it was one of them ... oliver was strong until the end ... but superman changed all ... i see the city again and I see a gang beating someone up... i jump out of the building to direct them fall at a high speed and use my cape as a glider and fall softly in the dark and use my detective vision to see what happens ...
thug : (takes a bat) .... you should be more grateful to us .... not is that so boys?
man: please I did nothing ... let me go ...
thug : (ready to hit the man but a smoke bomb explodes clouding his view) WHAT THE FU....
i get out of the darkness and hit the men until they are knocked out and see the latest and the fog dissapears...
thug : can not be ... you were ... I saw you ...
Dead Bite: An Undead Story 61Dead Bite: An Undead Story 61 1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
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“We’ll let you go if you give us Daniel Murrillo!” Aron shouted up at George in the dreamscape.
George laughed. “You think you are in a situation to be making deals? I fucking control you right now.”
“It’s not real! None of it is real, George!” Aron shouted back, trying to believe the statement himself.
The nightmare watched the scene of the spindly dolls dancing around on their pin-shaped feet below him. Aron had pushed himself behind the Virgin Mary, hanging onto her marble shroud like it was actual cloth. Tie was desperately trying to blend his color-changing body into the scene surrounding him, but the awful, Dalí-esque dream was morphing at every second. Yuma was too scared and was pissing himself in a corner, while the rest of Aron’s gang cowered motionless in the church on the pews, trying to avoid the growing lava at their feet.
Dylan and Jorel, those g
Dead Bite: An Undead Story 34Dead Bite: An Undead Story 342 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
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Someone was shaking Jorel violently awake, and startled, the Italian fell out of bed. Jorel banged his head against a table as he came down, and now lying on the floor, he felt his temple. Red dripped from his fingers. “What is wrong with you?” Jorel grumbled.
“I need your help,” George sputtered through sobs. Jorel was instantly alert, ready to conjure up a demonic shadow against whatever George feared. “No,” George responded, grabbing Jorel by the shouders, “I need you to turn Dylan.”
It was a simple question, but Jorel could not register it.
With blank, downturned eyes, George repeated in a much lower voice, “I need you to turn Dylan. I…I offered him the gift because Ardizzone was going to kill him. And I couldn’t comprehend an existence…without him.” Grief electrified those words. “But I d
Dead Bite: An Undead Story 72Dead Bite: An Undead Story 72Dead Bite: An Undead Story 721 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Italian’s voice quivered as he murmured into his lover’s ear, “Tell me you want me.”
George didn’t say anything at first. A sinking feeling, like Jorel had swallowed a lead weight, filled his stomach. He had relentlessly pursued this object of his infatuation for weeks. And the Irishman had resisted all of his advances, deftly and saintly.
It really wasn’t looked well upon in this day and age to fraternize with the same sex. But damn the rules. When had the Deccherini’s ever followed society’s mores?
Jorel was smaller than his lover, but he had him pinned expertly. Jorel felt George shift against the wall, hoping to gain an advantage, but Jorel held his ground. He hadn’t looked at George yet in fear that what he would see would not be to his liking. But the more George squirmed, the more Jorel wanted to see his face. Although his body said he was
Dead Bite: An Undead Story 49 Dead Bite: An Undead Story 49Dead Bite: An Undead Story 49 2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Jordon saw his leader shut the heavy metal door of the room they lived in inside the warehouse. He barely acknowledged Jordon, who was alone in their home. Jorel was being secretive and quiet…more than he usually was.
As George and Dylan went out every night to feed, Jordon had been coming back, still fearful of using his powers in the deep night. He would’ve thought after almost a decade he would be more used to disintegration techniques, but he preferred small parlor tricks on more awake people to get his fill. And during this time, Jorel had opted to go out even later than the others, but somehow always made it his business to arrive before George got back.
Something was up with him.
“Where’ve you been?” Jordon asked nonchalantly, picking at a deck of cards in his lap. “Any good feeding?”
Jorel was short with him. “It was fine.” He completely ignored the fir
Dead Bite: An Undead Story 63Dead Bite: An Undead Story 63 1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
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Jordon had been alone for hours. The doctor hadn’t come back to the hospital room, and all the other patients had been wheeled out of there for now. The room was kept pitch black unless someone entered, and that hadn’t been in what?—Two, four, eighteen hours?
The imp had also lost track of the days. He slept whenever he could fall asleep, but he assumed that the times he was the sleepiest were times when the sun was out. He thought maybe three days had passed, but then again, maybe it was a week. Maybe it was more. He had no way to tell.
When the doctor did enter the room, he was always performing tests on Jordon. Drawing blood. Examining the marks on his body. Taking swabs. Just sitting, watching from the corner.
A few times, the doctor tried to incite Jordon to use his powers. He beat him with some long object, but even if Jordon had wanted to levitate the weapon away and
Jokers PrincessChapter oneJokers Princess1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Harley looked nervously down at the little white stick in her hand, then at her watch. 30 seconds.
30 seconds standing in between a joyous life of crime with her beloved mistah J or resigning herself to deskwork for nearly a year.
25 seconds. Harley paced in anticipation. She could just be coming down with a bug...
What would he say? Would he be sad? mad? happy? disappointed?
What would he do to her? He never meant to hurt her, but sometimes his anger got the best of him.
Harley stared at the little white stick in her hand. It could change her life forever.
Harley nervously looked down at th stick. On it was a little red plus sign. It was positive, Harleen quinzell was pregnant.
The joker sat scribbling at some blueprints on his desk. He was intensely concentrated. Harley slowly walked into his office, he didn't look up.
"Mistah J?" She squeaked
"I'm busy Harles."
"Harley, I'm buisy."