Cigarette kissesThe cigarette hangs loosely from his lips.Cigarette kisses3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Fumes escaping from his nose, the sides of his lips.
Eyes on hers, watching how her lips wrap around the small burning stick. Only she could look so pretty when smoking but he looks sleepless almost exhausted.
A few more puffs and he throws the stick away the last ghost of fumes escaping his scarred lips like a hush. Placing his elbows on his knees he leans forward watching her closely, legs straight, her head against his knee and how the smoke continues to come out her perfect lips. Fingers that have seen better days run through her golden waves, moving locks away from her face and just soothing the wild ones away.
Blue eyes close and lean into the touch and he can't help but wonder how something so simple as sharing a cigarette with her could be so relaxing, how running his fingers through her yellow locks could make him feel a sense of peace that seemed to unreal to him.
"What's on your mind?" Her tender voice speaks as more fumes escape he
For the Love of Joker 8For the Love of Joker 81 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I lay in bed, finally back to where it all started.
The phone call that changed my life.
How only five hours could change my life; is a mystery to me.
In hour one; I was encountered by my best friend; stumblingly drunk, and hopelessly in love.
In hour two; I had my first face-to-face encounter with the infamous Batman, and got to ride in his legendary car- if you could even call it a car, I think "super-epic-tank-type-vehicle" is more appropriate of a term than "car".
In hour three; I met my first real crazy person, and also someone that-much to my chagrin- can make me have major emotional pitfalls; and also make me blush like a mad person. The even more insane thing was that- those two scenarios came from the same person
In hour four; I entered my office, much like any other morning, but this time, a gift was awaiting me; but this gift was not one that I liked, nor one that I desired to keep- but a part of me, though small, desperately did wanted to keep it.
For the Love of Joker 2For the Love of Joker 22 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
2. Chemicals React~
~But The Planets All Aligned
When You Looked Into My Eyes
And Just Like That
The Chemicals React
~Aly and Aj (Chemicals React)
I sat, and sat, and sat, and sat. The clock was slowly ticking on. Like a metronome, slowly pacing off the beats to my impending satisfaction. I couldn't believe it only took all of six minutes to break Hugo Strange's resolve and get the doctor I wanted.
Fuck, it's cold in here. I popped the collar of my suit jacket, leaning heavily into the woolen fabric.
I was so bored, and there weren't any more knives in my pockets nor were there any orderlies in the interview room to use as target practice, so to entertain my sadistic mind, I flexed each section of my muscles slowly, taking inventory of my new injuries.
Starting with my left leg, I extended it out in front of me while I was seated. I pointed my toe, like one of those ridiculous ballerinas, and there it was- I winced minutely- my left ankle was broken for sure. I slowly worked up
"Loves Me Not"I had reached that point where I had nowhere to go nowhere to run and no one to hold me or at least make me feel that I'm still here..."Loves Me Not"4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It got to her and I don't blame her because I know how pathetic I am...I don't deserve her.
"You don't see the damage he does...he may be all nice now with you but soon it won't be like that" I look at her then I look away. I'm gonna lose Red if I don't open my eyes but I'm going to lose J if he finds out I'm still talking to her.
I get the feeling of jealousy when it comes to them. They can't be in a room for more than ten minutes and it got to the point where Joker doesn't even want me with her.
My only friend.
"Pam..I can't let go" She runs her hand through my hair and pulls me close pressing her forehead to mine. "Not even for me?"
I complicated our lives By falling in love with him
I wish I could. I wish I could just pack up and leave with you Red but...
"You know I would do anything for you Red.." Her eyes cast down her expression c
Twice as hardShe'd turn to look at him, wondering where the days events went by like little droplets falling from a broken faucet.Twice as hard2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The city had actually simmered down and the crazy talk had sort of slipped under the sheets. Then inmates found warmer spots and hoped that food would eventually be dropped. Somehow the crazy side of town had gotten it's own place and name, still a mystery to her how this had been managed but then again anything is possible with a city filled with so many cruel intentions.
Then again, everything had gone to shit in nano seconds.
She washed the blood from her hands before turning to look at him, bandages around his torso, blood staining the bed and his ragged breathing getting just the tiniest bit fainter. Harley had done all she could for now, sending out the kids to get the first doctor the could find and get him or her down here as quick as possible but for now, she'' drown herself in cheap whiskey and watch over him. It was a combination of things, a shoot out that w
Like pinned butterfliesUnderneath the screams lie echoes of a destructive yet beautiful dismemberment.Like pinned butterflies2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The clown prince can almost literally feel the ripping of Harley's metaphorical wings as he scratches down her back.
Little bits of good forever stuck under his nails.
Blue adoring eyes stare up at the one monster that destroyed her life yet breathed a whole new one into her lips like a gun to a suicide victim. Harley can taste blood on her lips but then again it can be war paint.
Her heart beats like gun shouts and Joker slides another bullet into her mouth with his tongue. Something about mad love that no one knows.
Nobody can cure a maniac
Especially a murderous like love.
Harley is still young to this new form of viewing the world. Like a lost puppy fending for food and getting her bearings. He speaks in such a way that the old her sometimes screams back at her, she begs for this clown princess to remember who she is and that she still has hope but the clown princess paints her lips midnight and hushes
You had me at stabbingHe was well dressed.You had me at stabbing1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Coming here to kill the ache between my legs.
Cut me out of the dull black and white life of mine.
He was clever.
Destroyed my pure thoughts.
Planted the impure ones.
He was handsome.
With dark brown eyes that held a mystery of death and seduction.
Tall enough to loom over me, oh won't you haunt me?
He was arrogant.
Liked to toy with my braids, make them messy.
Hands pushing back his messy hair, show off the imperfections he sang to me.
He was sad.
Like pricking needles and dirty syringes.
A bed of nails wouldn't break him but my absence...
He was murderous.
He had a school boy smirk.
How I fell for it.
How I long for it.
He liked the color purple.
With splotches of blood on it.
Against my pale skin.
He was a monster.
Disguised like a monster.
Pretending to be a monster.
He was volatile.
With kisses flying over my breast.
With hands around my neck.
He was a prince.