Six meets the 0051st part 7John had looked through his entire room. He'd looked in all the hiding places, even looked under the bed, but he couldn't find Mr. Peppy anywhere. He didn't know where the thing could have gone. It was possible that it had gotten out so he started to look around the camp. He checked the mess hall, the storage, the armory. Mr. Peppy wasn't in any of those places. He moved to the main command center and looked around.Six meets the 0051st part 7 in Sci-Fi More Like This
On one side of the room Feldspar was working on John's helmet, rearranging the wires. On the other side of the room an ONI operative that John didn't recognize was leaning over some things. It looked to be a broken down ODST helmet, though John could see the power pack to Shar's armor to the side and wired up to some other device. The ONI officer didn't even look up as John entered.
Cortana's hologram appeared and she smiled at him. "Hey there, Chief. What brings you in?"
John looked around the room. "Have you guys seen a small cat line animal? It's black and blue, long ear
Halo 4Kelly ran through the forest, rather annoyed by it all. The Spartan IIs had been sent out from the Infinity to check out the area and when those things had attacked, she got separated from the rest of the Spartan IIs. She was making her way through the forest, trying to find a way to get away from the teleporting enemies. To her it was sort of cheating. She got away or attacked enemies based on speed. She was sure the only reason they were able to keep up with her were their odd teleporting ability.Halo 4 in Sci-Fi More Like This
Kelly reached a sort of clearing, that was a much of a clearing as it could be. It was really just a space that there were no trees on the ground, but the trees above still covered the area with their leaves above. One of the teleporting enemies appeared before her, but its actual reflexes weren't fast enough. She ducked under it and moved around the foe. She darted out of the way of a second, but it left her too focused on them and she tripped over something. Kelly fell forward but managed
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The warthog hit bumped over the terrain and John weaved out of the way as a ghost fired on them. The vehicle hit a bump and John struggled to keep it under control. They came to an abrupt stop as the front of the hog hit a large rock. John's helmet hit the steering wheel and it knocked him senseless. His vision went black for only a moment before it cleared. The warthog was totaled, the ghost nowhere to be found. With the threat at least temporarily gone John turned his attention to his passenger.
Kelly was slumped over in her seat. John linked up to her vitals and saw that they were slightly low but they were still steady. He leaned her back and checked on the bit of leaking bio-foam that seeped out of the torn part of her armor. A jackal had gotten her with a needler earlier and he wanted to be sure that the crash hadn't reopened the wound. He heard a groan and looked up as Kelly woke. "You all right?"
Kelly shook her head slightly. "Yeah, everything's in working order." S
Blue 4 Chapter 3Kelly watched as the phantom hovered over the flat area and the Covenant troops all boarded. "Where are they going?" She didn't understand why it was that the Covenant would leave the area. She did know that Sapphire was monitoring their chatter.Blue 4 Chapter 3 in Sci-Fi More Like This
"I've been studying their COMs and they seem to be organizing. They are often making references to something called the 'Didact', but I don't have any context for this term. They seem to claim that their orders are coming from whatever the 'Didact' is." Kelly didn't need to see the AI's avatar to know it was annoyed. Sapphire never liked missing information.
"Spartans, we've got the coordinates for the gravity well. We made contact with Infinity and are going to need a landing zone to evac our wounded and casualties. I'm sending you some assistance to help find us a place big enough." Kelly couldn't help but think there was a bit of excitement to Lasky's voice. She frowned, not understanding why he would be happy about something like th
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Kelly looked to the man sitting on his cot across from her. He'd stopped sharpening his knife several minutes ago and was now just staring at it. She wasn't sure what was wrong with it but he seemed to be examining it, looking for any flaw. Kelly glanced around the room and saw only Grace sitting over with Anton, talking to each other. She opened a private COMM with John, double checking that it was private to be sure no one overheard them. "You know staring at that thing isn't going to make it any sharper." She made her tone light, hoping that she could ease whatever was bothering him with a bit of humor.
John looked up to her, but he didn't say anything. Kelly could feel his gaze, heavy on her, examining her like he had the knife. He slid the blade back into its place in his armor. His hand reached out, gently touching her hand. She looked down at it and then glanced back at Grace and Anton. She was surprised to see John doing something like initiating contact while others were aroun
CortanaJohn moved over to the holotank and hit the controls. "Cortana." His voice was thick with agitation. He stood and waited for the AI to reply.Cortana in Sci-Fi More Like This
The holotank came to life and the familiar purple avatar appeared. "What can I do for you, Chief? You seem like someone put a badger in your pants."
"This is not happening, Cortana. Reschedule the testing that I'm supposed to do next week." John crossed his arms and waited for the AI to reply.
"I can't reschedule it. The testing is happening that day. I don't see what could be so important that you couldn't move it to another day so you can complete your duty." Cortana's avatar frowned at him.
"Then I will not be there for the testing. I will be entering into matrimony with the woman I love." John was finding it harder and harder not to think that Kelly was right. "You have to stop doing this, Cortana."
"I'm not doing anything. I don't schedule the testing or your meetings." Cortana's avatar crossed its arms. "I don't see what the big deal is."
Six meets the 0051st Part 6John was not at all happy with his new roommate. Not only had the little monster made his mattress lumpy when he's torn it up but the little beast had apparently decided that John was his bed. The little abomination had lain on John all night long. It hadn't even curled up, just sprawled itself on him as though he were a mattress. The thing had started to tear up his second pillow as well so half off the fluff had been pulled out by the time he got to lay down. Now the creature was trying to steal John's shirt from him.Six meets the 0051st Part 6 in Sci-Fi More Like This
"Give it back you little monster." John cursed as the shirt tore more and the creature didn't let it go. He wanted to just smack the thing but he knew that Shar would get mad if he hurt it, even on accident. She wouldn't see it as having been an accident, but rather that he's tried to kill it, and he didn't want to find out if she would back her threat of hurting him for harming the thing at all.
The door to his room opened and John looked over his shoulder t
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"So what do you think?" John looked to Kelly as she moved into the barracks. She ran a hand through her hair which was out of its usual ponytail. Usually John would have found Kelly with her hair down attractive, but this time, he didn't have the familiar desire to run his hands through it.
"Why did you dye your hair?" John scowled as she moved over to the cot beside his and sat down. "And why red?" John let his displeasure leek into his voice.
Kelly frowned, not understanding why he was upset. "I wanted something new. I thought that dying my hair would be the easiest thing that I could do without making any sort of change someone would notice."
"You shouldn't have done it." Kelly's shoulders slumped at John's words. He watched as she grabbed a hair tie and tied it back in as she usually did. "If you wanted to do something different you should have braided it."
"Well I wanted to do something more original then just changing my hair style. Do you really not like it?" Kelly lay back on h
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John lay on the couch, smiling down at the two-year-old boy lying on his chest. It amazed him how one second Samuel could have so much energy and the next he was out like a light. Just a few minutes ago the child had been running around the house with his brother. Now Sam was curled up on John's chest while Jacob was lying on the floor.
"You tired them out?" John looked up and smiled at Kelly as she leaned over him. "The two of them should probably take a nap anyway." John watched as she moved over to Jacob, carefully picking him up. "Grab Sammy and we can put them to bed."
John shifted, holding his son against his chest so he didn't disturb him. Sam shifted in John's arms to be more comfortable. John followed Kelly as she moved up to the second floor of their house. It was still odd to him that they lived on their own. He'd lived with the other Spartans for so long that he had never thought it would be any different. Here he was though, just him, Kelly, and their two children in a hou
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John rolled over, and his hand traveled over the empty half of the bed. The Master Chief sat up, looking over where Kelly should have been lying. He frowned, surprised not find her in her normal space. He got out of bed and quickly got dressed, heading for the recreational room. He didn't find Kelly, but he found Fred sitting on a couch, reading over the daily news. "Have you seen Kelly?"
Fred didn't look up from what he was reading. "She went into town. She'll be back after lunch. Why do you care?" Fred's tone was harsh, as though John had wronged him in some way.
John was genuinely surprised by the other man's attitude. "Because I need her out of the base, and I need your help with setting something up."
"Why should I help you? You do realize what yesterday was? Kelly wasn't too happy, and I don't like when you make her unhappy." Fred finally looked back at the other Spartan.
"I know what yesterday was, and I didn't miss it on purpose. Cortana scheduled me for testing some equipment
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Group Therapy"Alright everybody, quiet, please—quiet—now, let's begin..."Group Therapy in General Fiction More Like This
Group therapy at Arkham Asylum was by no means a simple, uneventful affair. The hour-long sessions required no less than ten guards, each one equipped with an electric baton and a canister of mace, and covered head to toe in riot gear. No sharp objects were allowed in the room—no pencils, no pens. Crayons had previously been approved for use in art therapy, but after Joker drove a waxy stick of Tickle Me Pink into a therapist's eye the privilege had been revoked.
Finger-painting had been the next logical step and had lasted for precisely two sessions before Joker—who else—began to paint obscene drawings of Batman onto the walls with his fingertips, depicting the Dark Knight's demise in a variety of imaginative and colorful ways. The therapist at the time had encouraged this behavior, assuring the guards that the act was not one of defiance, but of expression and an eagerness to work thro
The Crooked ManGranny Keeny had been a cruel woman, frail in body and hard in heart. Her temper was volatile and explosive, and Jonathan Crane had learned early in life that her anger was something to be avoided at all costs. The best way to do that was to remain out of her sight as much as possible, and so he spent his time outside of school hiding out in his room inside of Keeny Mansion, hunched over a book. He was content enough with this arrangement, accompanied by the likes of Poe, Kipling, and Shelley. His past time had to be kept secret, of course—Granny Keeny did not approve of such unholy vices as fiction and creative writing.The Crooked Man in Horror More Like This
The exemption to this rule was nursery tales. Crane suspected that this was because so many stories featured misbehaving individuals gaining their comeuppance, often in a rather unpleasant manner. From the ages of two to ten, Granny Keeny would perform a nightly ritual of reading to Crane a story from a large, leather-bound book titled Nursery Tales.
Christmas TimeDr. Jonathan Crane sits at his desk, his fingertips massaging his temples, his eyes closed.Christmas Time in Fan Fiction More Like This
Tonight is the Arkham Asylum staff's annual Christmas party-the one night of the year there is any joy in the institution-as the staff gather to celebrate the holiday spirit and the sounds of carols and laughter drown out the moans and screams of the patients. The interns decorate the faculty room, hanging up cheap lights and paper mache ornaments in an attempt to mask the grim atmosphere, and draw straws to determine which unlucky soul will don the Santa suit. Refreshments are served, including the typical cookies and eggnog, and everyone has a good time, most of them drinking too much to help them forget that despite the laughter and celebration, they are still in Arkham.
But not Crane.
He'd made a brief appearance, hiding out in a corner and shaking a few hands when necessary, before slipping out the door and walking down the hallway to the shelter and seclusion of his office. He finds any in
Becoming Fear: PrologueHe walks slowly through the cornfield, the sun warm on his skin as he brushes against the tall stalks, the leaves stroking his face as if caressing him. He takes a deep breath, inhaling the scent of the earth; the dirt, the grass, the pure air.Becoming Fear: Prologue in Fan Fiction More Like This
He closes his eyes as a soft breeze blows through his hair; the wind weaves through the cornstalks, creating a rhythmic, soothing sound.
Everything is peaceful, quiet, serene. Everything is calm.
A wave of heat washes over his body and he slowly opens his eyes.
The cornfield is in flames. Fire smothers the lush stalks, lapping at the blue sky, crackling as the plants burn and blacken.
He stands still, his feet rooted to the ground by fear as his eyes widen, taking in the destruction and decay of the cornfield. Smoke rises from the carnage and he begins to cough as it fills his lungs, robbing him of his breath.
He wants to run. He wants to escape the field, to run as far as his legs will take him, to take a deep breath and sooth his screaming
Becoming Fear: Chapter ThreeDisclaimer: I do not own the rights "Batman" or any of its characters, including Scarecrow, nor do I own any rights to the comics or the films. I own nothing!Becoming Fear: Chapter Three in Horror More Like This
Crane blinks rapidly as he walks down the hallways of Arkham Asylum, his mind and body exhausted from last night's ordeal. He had not been able to fall asleep again, instead laying in the darkness of his bedroom, tired and defeated.
He can't go on like this much longer. Last night's dream had been the worst by far; he can still see the scarecrow standing in front of him, his limp body looking down at him from his rotting wooden cross, covered in dirty, torn clothes. He can still see stitched, burlap face, can still feel the hard outline of the nose underneath his fingers...
Crane stops in his tracks when he hears the sickly-sweet voice echoing through the hall. Leland. He closes his eyes, letting out a deep sigh. He is not in the mood for this.
He wipes the grimace fro
Becoming Fear: Chapter FourDisclaimer: I do not own the rights "Batman" or any of its characters, including Scarecrow, nor do I own any rights to the comics or the films. I own nothing!Becoming Fear: Chapter Four in Horror More Like This
Dr. Jonathan Crane pauses in front of the interview room door. He straightens his tie and brushes a strand of his carefully combed hair out his eyes before adjusting his glasses. First impressions are essential; he must look immaculate and neat at all times, lest a patient see dishevelment, even a misplaced hair, as a sign of disarray and weakness. He is aware that some patients will analyze his every move and word, attempting to switch roles and gain control.
The inmates have taught him to be prepared for anything, and the incident with Thompson has him even more on guard than usual.
He raps his knuckles quickly on the door before opening it and stepping into the interview room.
Jame Price sits behind a table in the middle of the room, his upper body clad in a straight jacket. There is nothing remarkab
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Jonathan Crane carefully studied his reflection in the small, cracked compact mirror cradled in his hand. Granny Keeny considered vanity to be a sin in addition to a waste of time—"a vain man is a foolish man"—and forbade mirrors in their home; as a result, Crane had to resort to using the broken compact (found on the floor of a classroom one afternoon) when dressing every morning. As he ran thin fingers across his face, he contemplated his features; although he had caught some of his female classmates staring at him on occasion (quickly averting their eyes the second he looked in their direction) he had assumed that their gawking was merely a form of rudeness and thought nothing more of it. He had never considered that attraction was the reason for their glances—after all, he'd never been told that he was good-looking, and he had never been the recipient—nor the bearer—of any sort of romantic inclinations.
AtrophyHe has long since forgotten what he used to look like.Atrophy in Horror More Like This
He remembers that he was handsome, or at the very least he had been told that he was; in truth, he had not contemplated his appearance often, save for on occasions where it had been brought to his attention—when he would catch a glimpse of a woman staring at him before quickly averting her eyes, embarrassed at being caught, or when a much bolder girl had approached him, a flirtatious smile playing across her lips. He had not been a particularly vain person, and physical beauty was not as important to him as it was to other men. If he was guilty of anything, it was a lack of pride; he was almost ashamed of his looks. To him, they were a hindrance; he had wanted to be taken seriously, and men seldom respect a pretty man.
He doesn't have that problem any longer.
He remembers the sensation of a hand gently stroking his cheek, of soft lips pressed against his own. He remembers hands in his hair and the scent of delic
Sessions with Madness: Chapter FourDisclaimer: I do not own the rights "Batman" or any of its characters, including Scarecrow, nor do I own any rights to the comics or the films. I own nothing save for any original characters I have created.Sessions with Madness: Chapter Four in Horror More Like This
A/N: Just a warning—there is a bit more discussion of violence in this chapter than usual.
Session with Madness, Chapter Four
“Patient Interview three with Patient Number 7492, Jonathan Crane. How are you tonight, Dr. Crane?”
“Alright, I suppose.”
Perkins prepares his pen and notepad. “Dr. Crane, tonight I thought we'd discuss--”
“Actually, Dr. Perkins, I have something I'd like to share with you. I've been thinking about it often, and I believe talking to you may help.”
“Of course, Dr. Crane.” Yes. This is what he's been waiting for. The good stuff. “What's on your mind?”
Crane's eyes bore into Perkins. “My first,” he says quietly.
Sessions with Madness: Chapter FiveDisclaimer: I do not own the rights "Batman" or any of its characters, including Scarecrow, nor do I own any rights to the comics or the films. I own nothing save for any original characters I have created.Sessions with Madness: Chapter Five in Horror More Like This
Session with Madness, Chapter Five
When Perkins arrives for their next session he looks tired and weary; Crane can tell that he has not slept much since their last meeting.
“Hello, Dr. Crane. I hope you are doing well this evening.”
Before Crane has a chance to reply Perkins has turned to face the guard. “Good evening, sir,” he says. “If it's alright with you, I would prefer if you could step outside during today's meeting.”
The guard raises an eyebrow. “Sorry, Doc, but I ain't supposed to leave you alone with the patients. Asylum rules.”
Perkins leans forward and lowers his voice. “Between you and me, I don't think he's going to give me any trouble. He's not exactly...intimidating, if you know w
Pray for MongoliaMongolia is a landlocked country in Eastern and Central Asia.Pray for Mongolia in Profiles More Like This
It is bordered by Russia ino the north and China to the south, east and west.
Ulan Bator is the capital and largest city
The population is over 2 million
The Gobi Desert covers southern Mongolia.
One of Mongolia's most famous leaders was Genghis Khan (1162-1227)
The explorer Marco Polo (1254-1324) visited Mongolia.
The popular pet Gerbil originates in the desert regions of Mongolia.
Its Latin name, Meriones unguiculatus, means "Clawed warrior"
Pray for the Czech RepublicThe Czech Republic is a landlocked country in Central-Eastern Europe.Pray for the Czech Republic in Profiles More Like This
It is bordered by Poland in the north, Germany in the west, Austria in the south
and Slovakia in the east.
Its capital and largest city is Prague.
The population is over 10 million.
The Czech Republic was originally part of Czechoslovakia.
The country has two main regions:
Bohemia in the west
Moravia in the east
Silesia in the northeast
The city of Prague is famous for its castles and palaces.
The famous reformer Jan Hus (c. 13691415) was from Bohemia.
The Czech Republic is famous for its beer.
Budweiser' was originally a Czech beer, until an American brewer borrowed the name
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Pray for KenyaKenya is a country in East Africa.Pray for Kenya in Profiles More Like This
It is bordered by Ethiopia to the north , Somalia in the north-east,
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Nairobi is the capital.
The population is nearly 41 million.
English and Swahili are the official languages.
The country is named after Mount Kenya, Africa's second highest mountain.
Kenya is known for its great environmental diversity.
It has tropics, savannahs, mountains, valleys, temperate forests arid
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Lake Victoria, the world's second largest fresh-water lake, is located
in Kenya, Uganda and Tanzania.
The Great Rift Valley runs through Kenya
The Serengeti region runs through northern Tanzania and south western Kenya.
Kenya has the most diverse collection of wild animals in Africa
and is famous for its safaris and wildlife reserves.
The word 'Safari' is Swahili for 'journey.'
The word 'Swahili' means 'Coast Dwellers.'
Kenya has over 120 differ
Pray for the Cayman IslandsThe Cayman Islands are three islands in the western Caribbean Sea.Pray for the Cayman Islands in Profiles More Like This
They are located south of Cuba and northwest of Jamaica
There are three islands:
George Town is the capital.
The population is over 54,000.
Sir Francis Drake visited the islands in 1586.
He named the islands Cayman after Caiman, a Neo-Taino word for "Alligator".
The islands were part of the British East Indies.
The islands are still a British overseas Territory.
Pray for the United States Virgin IslandsThe United States Virgin Islands are a group of 53 volcanic islands in the Caribbean.Pray for the United States Virgin Islands in Profiles More Like This
Their closest neighbors are Puerto Rico in the west and the British Virgin Islands
in the east.
There are four main islands:
Charlotte Amalie is the capital.
The population is 109,750.
The U.S. Virgin Islands are one of the five U.S. territories:
Northern Mariana Islands
U.S. Virgin Islands
The Virgin Islands were originally inhabited by the Ciboney, Carib, and Taino.
The islands discovered by Christopher Columbus on his second voyage in 1493.
He named them in honor of Saint Ursula and her virgin followers.
Over the next two hundred years, the islands were held by many European powers,
including Spain, the Britain, the Netherlands, France, and Denmark-Norway.
The native populations were
Pray for HaitiHaiti is an island nation in the CaribbeanPray for Haiti in Profiles More Like This
It occupies the western third portion of the island of Hispaniola, which it shares
with the Dominican Republic.
The capital is Port-au-Prince.
The population is over 9 million.
Haiti was once part of the Spanish and later the French West Indies.
Haitian Creole and French are the official languages.
5% Mulatto or white
The island of Hispaniola, was originally inhabited by Arawakan speaking Taíno.
Christopher Columbus landed on Hispaniola in 1492, and claimed it for Spain.
The Spanish exploited the island for its gold.
Slavery, ill treatment and infectious diseases wiped out most the Taino.
In the 16th century the Spanish began importing enslaved Africans for slave labor.
Hispaniola became a haven for pirates.
The western part of the island was settled by French buccaneers.
After a series of conflicts, Spain and F
Pray for BeninBenin is a country in West Africa.Pray for Benin in Profiles More Like This
It is bordered by Togo in the west, Nigeria in the east and Burkina Faso and Niger
in the north.
The official capital is Porto-Novo.
The government center and largest city is Cotonou.
The population is approximately 9 million.
Most of the population lives on the southern coastline, the Bight of Benin.
The name Benin comes from the Benin Empire, which once controlled part of the area.
Over 40 different ethnic groups live in Benin.
44% of the population is under 14.
Benin, Togo and western Nigeria, was called The Slave Coast' because of the huge number
of slaves exported from there.
Voodoo originated from Benin.
39.2% Fon (South Central)
15.2% Adja (Coast)
12.3% Yoruba (Southeast)
9.2% Bariba (Northeast)
Pray for FinlandFinland is a country in Northern Europe.Pray for Finland in Profiles More Like This
It is bordered by Norway in the north, Sweden in the west, and Russia in the east.
Estonia is in the south across the Gulf of Finland.
The population is over 5 million.
Helsinki is the capital and largest city.
Finland is the 8th largest country in Europe and the most sparsely populated
in the European Union.
The northern-most sections of Finland are part of the Lapland region.
Most of the population lives in the southern region.
The Finns invented the sauna.
Mikael Agricola (c. 1510–1557)
A clergyman who became the de facto founder of written Finnish.
A prominent proponent of the Protestant Reformation in Sweden and Finland
Often called the "Father of the Finnish written language".
Jean Sibelius (1865–1957)
A composer of the late Romantic period.
His music played an important role in the formation of the Finnish national identity.
Vilho ("Ville") Eino Ritola (1896 –1982)
A long-distance runner.
Pray for the British Virgin IslandsThe British Virgin Islands are cluster of 60 islands in the Caribbean.Pray for the British Virgin Islands in Profiles More Like This
They are east of Puerto Rico and the United States Virgin Islands.
There are four main islands:
Jost Van Dyke
There are fifty other smaller islands and cays.
About 15 of the islands are inhabited.
The capital, Road Town, is situated on Tortola.
The population is about 27,800.
23,000 live on Tortola.
The islands were part of the British West Indies.
The islands are still a British oversees territory.
7.28% White (Mostly British and Portuguese)
5.38% Multiracial (Mostly Puerto Rican)
3.14% East Indian
Pray for Guinea-BissauGuinea-Bissau is a country in West Africa.Pray for Guinea-Bissau in Profiles More Like This
It is bordered by Senegal in the north, Guinea in the south and east,
and the Atlantic in the west.
The population is around 1,600,000.
Bissau is the capital.
The name Bissau, was added to the country's name to prevent confusion
with the bordering Republic of Guinea.
Guinea-Bissau has over 35 different ethnic groups.
Guinea-Bissau was once part of the Kingdom of Gabu and later the Mali Empire.
Guinea-Bissau was ruled by Portugal from 1446 until 1973 and was called
From the 17th-19th centuries Portuguese Guinea was a major center
of the slave trade.
The Portuguese mostly ruled only the coastal areas and didn't fully control
the interior until the mid 19th century.
Sporadic fighting continued until the early 20th century.
From 1963-1974 the country went through a long war to gain its independence
[SIMILAR] part 13I think I know why it's been getting colder over the past month. When the Firebreak nuke went off just beyond the coastline, all the radioactive material went up into the atmosphere and got trapped there, preventing most of the sun's light from reaching the ground and warming the Earth as it should. I know that this is eventually going to lead to a nuclear winter here in NYZ. Just merely thinking about it caused me to shiver and move faster toward my destination, both to get my biomass flowing and to speed things up a bit, for I was determined as all get out to save my sister, who was slowly becoming well, I wasn't entirely sure what it is she'd become, but from what I've seen and from what all Gentek and Blackwatch have seen, I can venture a guess that the result will not be positive, far from it.[SIMILAR] part 13 in General Fiction More Like This
Greene, that monster, I should have known all along that she had done this, that she had infected my sister. Perhaps I had known, there had always been a nagging doubt in the back of m
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A bird flew past me as the sun started to sink behind the skyscrapers, casting oblong shadows about. It was not a raven, but a dove, a beautiful white dove, such I creature rarely seen in this landscape. It was probably released from a pleasant celebration. Wanting to gaze upon the beauty a bit longer before it flew out of sight, I caught it in midair with my Whipfist and held it in my grappling claws close to me. I inspected it then, taking note of the fineness of the feathers, the curve of the talons, the innocence it possessed. It seemed scared yet strangely calm, its little eyes looking at me with curiosity and fear. It was so fortunate to be viewed as a bird of peace, so lucky to be born with such a title. People would not harm this creature given its status and fairness, and it would explore lands I will never get to know. It was free and without trouble. And I wasn't. My grip tightened.
There was a sudden crack, a silenced squawk, and red blood spattered its little white body, n
[SIMILAR] part 11[SIMILAR] part 11 in General Fiction More Like This
Ragland's morgue was quite cold today, getting a slight shiver out of my system. Man I hate the cold. There were many empty morgue cabinets that had been cleaned recently and had been left open to dry. Was there a real need to clean these things? I mean sure the Doc wanted to clean things up around here, it was starting to get a bit unclean, but the cold air that I was feeling was coming directly from those cabinets, clouding mists billowed out of them, seeping down to the floor before disappearing into nothingness, just like that helicopter over Sector Seventeen, just like my hopes and dreams for a normal life.
I've always complained about the temperature here on a regular basis, but it isn't Ragland's fault, this section of the hospital always had an auto generator powered by some wind turbines and solar panels on the roof to keep it frosty in the morgue, to preserve the bodies that used to line these shelves. There aren't any bodies there now, I got rid of them once they began to de
[SIMILAR] part 4[SIMILAR] part 4 in General Fiction More Like This
All I could see was its eyes, its yellow cat-like eyes. In the darkness of the night, they seemed to stand out, glowing as if they emitted their own light. I was totally paralyzed, transfixed by them. The sound of the helicopter seemed to fade away, as well as all the thoughts from my mind. Only the hypnotic eyes concerned me now. They seemed to be searching my face, darting around in a quick manner, until the slits widened. I'm not sure, but it was almost as if the owner of the strange spellbinding cat eyes seemed to recognize me. Then just as quick as they had appeared, the eyes vanished; it vanished.
The world came back slowly, so it took a while for me to comprehend what had just happened. The helicopter was hovering stationary, the propellers making that signature rhythmic beat that was almost as fast as my heart was or would have been beating. Can't tell anymore if I have a heart or not.
What was that? Was it real? The idea that it was something my mind had created, a sign I was
[SIMILAR] part 10[SIMILAR] part 10 in General Fiction More Like This
The setting sun always brings back memories, none of which are mine, of happier times before all this, times that I know all humanity would cherish. But I'm not of humanity anymore, I'm not even sure I, or should I say, Alex Mercer, was a playing part in the goodness of humanity. I feel no connection with these images of the past as I gaze out at the falling orb of red fire, starting to disappear behind the skyscrapers of the faraway shoreline that I would never be able to reach or set foot on, risk being shot down or captured and experimented on like a lab rat. One would start to think, start to believe even, that all the missing stars suppose to be in the sky had gone to a better place over the water, scattered like dust along the faraway land of New York City. I don't think that I live in a part of New York anymore; it's become the leftovers of a rotting carcass now festering with maggots, forgotten and left to cave in on itself. There are no stars here, only the glow of Blackwatch'
[SIMILAR] part 8[SIMILAR] part 8 in General Fiction More Like This
It's been following me for sometime now, that thing called ERIS. I first noticed this while walking back from the meeting at the base. Why I was walking instead of just jumping quickly over rooftops is still unclear to me. I guess I just needed some time to think, to take it slow and clear my mind of any distractions. I had just gotten a block away from the base, and was heading to Ragland's morgue to check on Dana. I hope she's still all right, my steps quickened, if it comes to a day when I come in and she isn't OK, I swear I'll kill Ragland the slowest way I know possible. Not in sight of any Blackwatch personal or Infected Detectors, I shed my disguise of Commander Charles, shifting my Biomass to assume my most common identity, Alex Mercer. To this day, I still question who, or what, I really am. What I know is that Alex Mercer is who I was and am, and the Blacklight Virus is what I've become and becoming. I know that I am not just one of these things, cause if I was just Ale
[SIMILAR] part 17I was not dead.[SIMILAR] part 17 in General Fiction More Like This
I thought I was for a bit though. All I could process in my mind was floating in a sea of empty darkness, a landscape that had to count as my purgatory. Can’t say I was expecting a long hallway with a light at the end, or to emerge into an abyss of flames curling into the faces of all whom I’ve consumed. No, to me, empty nothingness seemed to serve as a testament to what I had to expect in the afterlife. I had walked the parallel between right and wrong, and this was my Limbo, for which I would spend whatever time forever felt like. A bit of peace was something I was looking forward to. However, the quiet was interrupted by an unknown voice of hellfire.
“I don’t know why she didn’t kill you.... weak.” The voice was quick, cold, and barely above a whisper, but it was enough to get my attention. Startled though I was, I focused on this hoarse and bone-chilling voice and what it had stated. I was still alive? If I could bel
[SIMILAR] part 1[SIMILAR] part 1 in General Fiction More Like This
What is a monster? Some, if not most people, would say that it is a creature that lurks under the bed, ready to drag unsuspecting kids under and devour them alive. Others may think it is a man, and only rarely a woman, born of sin, only to do wrong in this world, unable to receive or accept help from good hearts; a person who does truly evil things to innocent people with no reason at all.
The truth is, there are monsters everywhere, in every one of us. They lay dormant there, until the time is right for their awakening. And when that time comes, we become something else, we all think we have a reason for what we do, and to some extent those reasons are justified. But not everyone will agree, or even believe the reasons; all they hear is excuses for why or how it began. And so, the monsters have to live with the transformation.
For me, that moment of realization and acceptance came a long time ago, only the change was much more literal.
Who I was, and still am in a sense before that de
[SIMILAR] part 12[SIMILAR] part 12 in General Fiction More Like This
The first thing I saw when I looked in the lens was blood, a bountiful amount of little red blood cells floating in a sea of plasma, evenly spaced, minding their own business, still fresh too, indicating that this was most likely a recently acquired bit of Dana's blood and not one of the many samples Ragland had on hand. It looked quite normal from my own knowledge, not someone else's thankfully, but from the way Ragland was acting, all worried as hell like I was, I knew there was something here that he wanted me to see. I glanced up at him for a moment; he was looking at me with fear, like a deer waiting to flee at the slightest sign of movement made by the hunter. As if he would get very far.
I looked again into the microscope's viewer lens, and in a few seconds, my heart and breath seemed to stop as something that wasn't blood and defiantly not suppose to be there came into focus. It was a dark little thing, menacingly small, in a triangle shaped cell, red and transparent, with some
[SIMILAR] part 14Sometime long ago, before all this Virus crap had started and changed everything, I had . Alex Mercer had a girlfriend named Karen Parker. They had been romantically involved with each other a while, I'm not sure how long exactly, but one day, don't know why, but they broke up. However, even after they went their separate ways, they had maintained some feelings for one another. But that history did not stop Karen from betraying me, the carbon copy of Mercer. The feeling of betrayal was immense when she sold me out to Blackwatch, to Cross. Apart from my finding out the truth, I had searched for her. Eventually, I had managed to track her down to a building in East Harlem, and getting a disguise, tricked her to her doom, the defining moment being the elevator, the look on her face was that of defeat when I had revealed myself. I will never forget what came after.[SIMILAR] part 14 in General Fiction More Like This
And now once again, here I was at the elevator of crossed fates. Only this time, the person I saw inside it took me a bit
Marked SoulsONEMarked Souls in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Not wanting to breathe anymore, I sat down, in front of the wall, staring blankly at it's white surface. Noises were rushing by and mixing into on annoying hum in tired ears.
I could make out laughter, but it made sick, so I blocked it out with the rest of the world.
I just wasn't able to go on any longer, my head was heavy and pressing down. The pressure inside tempting me to hit my head until it split open, so all the ghosts and pain could escape.
But I wasn't allowed. They said they cared. Maybe they were real....
A sharp pain seared through my body and I began to shiver, thoughts of hate made my eyes burn and my fingertips tingle with the need to destroy.
But the memory of punishment kept me from freeing the violence that was building in me.
My body ached, I wasn't able to breathe, everything blurred. I wailed and grasped my head with my shaking heads, pulling my knees to my chin I began rocking forth and back to sooth my wrecked body and feelings. I wanted to scream but my voi
Letters To A Stranger - Three - RamblingDear Stranger,Letters To A Stranger - Three - Rambling in Letters More Like This
I just wish this life would be less complicated, so I wouldn't go to bed with this restless twist in the pit of my stomach.
So I wouldn't be this restless...
I wish these warnings wouldn't be, could you imagine how easy life would be? Okay, people would die, but people die anyways, everyday, and there are too many people on this earth, if you ask me.
But how does my opinion count? It doesn't, you may disagree, but I know better.
I'm just a kid, a pretty lost one, this life offers too many chances, it's impossible to not to miss any. It's like we're meant to feel guilty for being alive.
I sometimes hate having all these choices. You say I should value them, but having nothing to fight for can become tiresome too, you know?
I guess you'll shut me up with your great life experience soon.
This letter I write to you is more personal than all the hate I threw at you the last times, your anonymity allows me to use you as a shoulder to cry on too.
What you don't understand is, n
Safe InsomniaI need to sleepSafe Insomnia in Free Verse More Like This
I know so well...
I need to rest
Or I'll collapse
My mind, such a frail thing
It's a messy blur of everything
Showing me pictures
I know are made up
But I can't keep it from slipping up
All they say just floats past
I'm on drugs my body provides
Aching for sleep....
Sweet dreams and rest
But I feel like it's just a test
Like none of anything is real at all
I just imagine words to be spoken
And dreams to catch me before I fall
However, I laugh at this tragedy
And cry at all the happy times
I will go insane if I don't search my mind
But I lost it long ago in promises and lost time
Safely high on insomnia
Nothing will ever get me out of myself
I'll keep my secrets 'till it ends
Your Own SlaveBreach the outer, gloomy sadnessYour Own Slave in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Discover undiscovered seas of madness
Into, onward, into the unknown
Scars that are never shown
Stories she and he will never tell
From a time they bruised and fell
Freedom is a foreign word
Like a crippled, broken bird
Cannot simply break away
If you are bound to stay
A prisoner of your very own
When your body isn't home
Once you yourself become a stranger
There's no hiding from the danger
And fear will haunt you down tonight
The question is, will you run or fight?
Though if you choose to fight yourself
It's a bitter conclusion for your health
Cuts and open wounds will grace
Your tender arms, legs, back and face
TravellerMy life's a journeyTraveller in Free Verse More Like This
Travelling one of many passions
I long to see the world
With my eyes wide open
To tell my own stories and legends
To astonish with my experiences
To gain knoledge
To gain power by learning
To become a part of a strangers land
And to be a stranger once again
To collect inspiration and memories
And find unrelated members of my family
I crave to learn all these languages
Though they'll never be my mothertounge
They'll forever stay a part of me
And change my point of view
I long to explore everything
And to express myself
And I want to feel the sun on my face
The rain soaking my clothes and skin
Growing inside 'till I'm a giant!
I beg to be overwhelmed by all these impressions
And fall into bed exhausted
I want to touch unfamilar ground
Walk upon unknown streets
Will you come with me?
Dear Stranger - One -How does it come, dearest stranger,Dear Stranger - One - in Free Verse More Like This
That you make me hate you so much?
How does it come, that someone I do not know,
Can make me feel so lost and insecure?
Just tell me to leave you alone,
And I'll leave, to never bother you again,
But on days like this, oh I could swear,
That you're begging me to hate you!
You hide behind an anonymous name,
Behind a fake face, a mask that covers you,
You evolve and improve your tactics,
Your attacks now very from stupid to smart.
And I must admit, I am impressed,
At how well you manipulate us,
All I have to protect myself,
Is knowing how it felt to be the same.
I was once convinced that the method of,
Fighting fire with fire is best,
Though simply it only leaves the greatest damage,
This war cannot be won, only hell awaits us.
I now learned to control my anger,
So it isn't as wild and ruthless anymore,
I converted it, into the most seething energy,
Now burning steadily inside my veins.
Passive now, I wait patiently,
So only you will break,
And I will
Be Alivefeel the sun burning your skinBe Alive in Free Verse More Like This
Wild and free, breathing out, breathing in
Dancing in the storm
Crying with the howling wind
Laughing along wiht the cackle of thunder
Running and getting arms skinned
Bleeding in a rhythem of youth....
FairytaleOh if it would be trueFairytale in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Would I say I love you?
If I could let go...
Would the scars still show?
When the letters would make sense,
And built into solid words,
Would I then take my chance,
And fly in the mass of birds?
Could I keep the colours from bleeding in,
When I wipe the blood from my chin?
The lifeless body would lay still,
Counting the days to the next kill.
Would the bombs lie to rest?
The weight be lightened on my chest?
When I close my eyes in silence,
Asking for God to stop the violence...
Then we might embrace the sun,
Our feet aching form the run,
And melt in each others arms,
Blending out a thousand alarms...
Could we be then be safe in heaven,
In fairy tales we'd count till seven,
Smoke and fire mixing with steam,
The pain banished by joyful gleam...
We'd be free to smile for real,
To savor every moment we feel,
I'd wish to spend these moments with you,
The only person who won't have a clue
How much I need you by my side,
I can't resist the urge to hide,
But honey, I thi
Mind's NameSlide down into my mindMind's Name in Free Verse More Like This
Look through my eyes
See a world
Rotten and bad
That'll drive you mad
I don't enjoy the pain too much
But it makes me happy too
I just don't feel normally
But aroused when I watch you
Bizarre and destructive
Hurricane they call me dear
I'll hurt you, sadly, I don't want to
But let's make it clear:
I told you so
I sold you, so?
I am insane
I told you so,
You could've known
It was wrong
To pick up the phone
To tell me your name
All you know
Only to be left to die
To watch me go
Do you enjoy the ride?
My thinking pattern must work wrong
I heard you say it must be fixed
I heard you sing your song
I Can't CareSo each day we're waking upI Can't Care in Free Verse More Like This
Wishing the day goodbye
But baby, I say, it's time to live
Don't worry, one day we'll all die
But until then, let's live
I don't care what they say
I'm gone deaf a long time ago
Mistook the peace for a new war
Didn't know how good freedom could feel
Once you see it right before your eyes
Oh I can't care,
Even if I'd like, I can't deny the love
How fragile my hatred seem now
When I look away from a dusty past
Into a future so bright, I can't clear my sight
I'm feeling so light
I can fly, I tell you, I can do anything
My power is unmeasurable
It was inside me all this time
But I never had the courage to live
Joker's Journal - 1She's nuts. I hate her.Joker's Journal - 1 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
Big Mistake - Page 5She knew that laugh!!! She whirled around to look at him. He laughed so hard he cried! The doctor pulled off his paper mask, revealing his smiling scars.Big Mistake - Page 5 in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Damn Harl, you are one pathetic human being!" He laughed and ran a hand through his blonde hair. His voice was back to it's normal unique self.
"Joker?" She grinned, embarrassed and delighted. "How did you...!?"
He cleared his throat and smiled at her from the chair. If Harley didn't hate her restraints before, she sure hated them now!
"Joker, I'm so sorry, please" She started.
"Jesus, Harl, do you think I'm deaf? I know you're sorry, alright?" He rolled his eyes. She lowered her gaze submissively.
After looking at her for a little longer, he stood up. "Besides, that was almost a week ago. Let it go already."
"So you forgive me ?" She whispered, slightly confused.
"Now, I didn't say that." He shook his head and gave her that disappointed look. He suddenly sat down on the bed next to her and held her hand.
Joker's Journal 4#26Joker's Journal 4 in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Bruce's bodyguards really beat her up. The bruises appeared today. Looks like something I did. It pisses me off.
She's still ashamed of failing or whatever. No matter how many times I tell her it was no big deal, she still cries. It annoys the hell out of me.
So now I'm in a bad mood. My girl is sore and practically crippled, I have to hear her blubbering apologies every minute, and these damned geckos won't stop dropping feces in my sock drawer. They must be executed immediately. Every single one of the bastards.
I cleared out the bedroom on my own, eventually tying Harley to the bed after getting irritated at her many feeble attempts to help. I ordered her to rest and then I worked on the rest of the joint, asking the henchmen helpers not to blow too many holes in the wall. Most of the holes ended up being blown by me.
No more geckos. Peace at last.
Harley's had her one day of rest. She didn't take full advantage of it, but thats her own fault. Now she's back to h
Joker's Journal - 3#17Joker's Journal - 3 in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Harley gets shit done when she's motivated. She finished every task on the checklist within a day. Sometimes I don't know what I'd do without her.
Timmy is out of the picture. Well... most of him anyway. We have an air mattress. Three, in fact. And I really didn't think Harley was going to be able to get rid of the cockroaches. She did. Sorta.
You know what she did? She went to a pet store and bought a bunch of little lizards called geckos. They eat the cockroaches as if they're potato chips. Pretty ingenious idea, actually. She learns from the best. The henchmen hate them. It's become a nightly prank for us to put the little lizards in the weapon boxes to scare the henchmen when they go to get their guns the next morning. And the funny thing is: They can't shoot the geckos because the weapons are under them. Haha!
But now we have a lizard infestation instead of a cockroach infestation. So, some of them have to die. I've learned that lizards are funner to dissect than insects. Duh,
Big Mistake - Page 3Batman vanished into the shadows again as Harley cried herself to sleep. She made such a huge mistake! She was so stupid, just like everyone told her. She was worthless and useless and weak.Big Mistake - Page 3 in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Joker's menacing shouts and painted face echoed in her soul, burning it away like acid. Even when he wasn't close to her, he damaged her.
She woke up to the beeping sound of a heart monitor and found herself in a hospital room. She couldn't care less. She didn't care what the hell happened to her now. Harley felt a needle in her arm and looked over to see a tube filled with slightly blue-ish liquid. Morphine. That's why she couldn't feel any pain right now. She wanted to take it out; she didn't want her pain to be hidden. And she sure as hell didn't want anyone's damn help!
She tried to move, but discovered a couple of restraints on her upper arms. She huffed in frustration and closed her eyes. With nothing else to do, she tried to sort out her mind. Batman, the bastard, helped her. He dropped me o
She learned to Rise...A hardened man, a sickened beast,She learned to Rise... in Free Verse More Like This
His anger and rage threatened to never cease.
In the prison of Hell, looking up at the sky,
His only soft feelings of hope began to die.
His soul rotted for years.
The inhumanity dried up any remaining tears.
A baby's cries erupted one night.
The sound was foreign and inspiring, as was the sight.
The broken man, his heart so charred,
Watched the baby grow up, his expression hard.
Hatred manifested for the mother, who brought the girl into this hell.
Didn't she know how many prisoners had tried to escape and fell?
How cruel was that mother, to bring that girl straight into death.
She'd never feel warmth and happiness on her breath.
Especially not after her mother was taken and killed.
In the commotion of the screaming struggle, the broken man's arms were filled.
He held the girl close and dashed away,
"I will protect you." She heard him say.
The guards weren't concerned with the abandoned five year old.
They had done what they'd been told.
Joker's Journal 6#36Joker's Journal 6 in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I haven’t heard anyone call me by my real name in a long time. The flash of fear and confusion at hearing it yelled out across the entire shelter was quickly replaced by the recognition of her voice, and the comfort that she was the only one left who knew me by that name. I sent Mouse to find and bring back Harley, sending my pocket watch with her as proof of my presence.
Mouse is my mouse. Well, she’s a kid. But she’s my mouse. I found her around here recently after I’d escaped the cops’ surprise ambush. I walked in the shelter, buried under some foul scraps of clothes, and noticed her following me at a distance. Once I’d settled down and obtained a spot in the corner of the top floor, she settled in right beside me without a word.
I tried to scare her off by revealing my unmistakable attire and face paint, but her pants remained dry. She doesn’t know who the hell I am. She’s never seen me before. Has absolutely no clue who I am! The
Chris Nolan on Heath Ledger - Charisma as Natural as Gravity - By Christopher Nolan -Chris Nolan on Heath Ledger in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
One night, as I’m standing on LaSalle Street in Chicago, trying to line up a shot for “The Dark Knight,” a production assistant skateboards into my line of sight. Silently, I curse the moment that Heath first skated onto our set in full character makeup. I’d fretted about the reaction of Batman fans to a skateboarding Joker, but the actual result was a proliferation of skateboards among the younger crew members. If you’d asked those kids why they had chosen to bring their boards to work, they would have answered honestly that they didn’t know. That’s real charisma—as invisible and natural as gravity. That’s what Heath had.
Heath was bursting with creativity. It was in his every gesture. He once told me that he liked to wait between jobs until he was creatively hungry. Until he needed it again. He brought that attitude to our set every day. The
Joker's Journal - 2Attempt 4Joker's Journal - 2 in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Today I'm too busy to write.
Same as yesterday. I'm too busy to write.
Ya see, Harley's trying to get me in the habit of writing everyday.
I'm humoring her. For now. A sentence a day isn't so bad. Whoops, this one's four sentences.
AHAHAHA I SEE WHAT SHE'S DOING! Little snitch! Look at that! Every entry is a tiny bit longer than the last!!! Look at it! How'd she make me do that!?
I know how. She possessed me.
She's possessing me again:
Oh hi, I'm Harley, I love The Joker, I love love love love love love him! It's all I ever talk about! How much I love love love love him! I never think about anything else, I'm a hoar, I love him so damn much and I especially love making him write in these GODDAMN JOURNALS!!!
She's not giving up. No matter what I do. I tried to destroy the notebook. I tried to hide all the writing utensils in the building. I tried to cheat out of writing in any way that I could. It's not work
Big Mistake - Page 1"What do you mean they're GONE?!?!?!" Joker yelled as Harley fell against the wall. Her cheek was red and stinging from the hard smack he just gave her.Big Mistake - Page 1 in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"B-Batman came a-and--" She stammered, trying to stand up.
"We needed those explosives, Harl!!!! What the hell happened to them?!?" He grabbed her torn shirt and yanked her up.
"Batty dumped 'em in the ocean! Th-they're gone!" She trembled and pleaded with her tear soaked eyes.
"Oh really? Just, hello, I'm gonna ruin everything now, alrrrighty have a nice day!!!" Joker thrust her into the cement wall, banging her head hard against it. "Did you even TRY to stop him?!?!"
"Of course!" She desperately wished he would calm down. Her head was throbbing immensely.
"And what about the henchmen? Huh? Are they in JAIL!?!?" Joker dug his fingers into her shoulders tightly. She winced in pain, but didn't try to push him away. "They're gonna tell them everything, Harley! Everything!!!"
She let out a short scream as he punched her in the stomach. Sh
as numerous as the stars under your skinand here I am, reinterpreting the definable universeas numerous as the stars under your skin in Free Verse More Like This
in relation to you, the poet, and the gravitation
of your hips (the parentheticals of your sighs, the longing
in your star-ward cries, the vespertine scent lingering
on your weary skin).
I would love every piece of you. I would stay up too long
and watch the night crumble away, to whisper together
the scraps of your misdirected sanity. I would call you perfect
when it wasn’t true, and become the answer
you spent an entire existence
You owe me this, sugartongue; the sweet silence
of your teeth. [this story is like a million others
rejected before it, glorifying earthbound angels:
please]rewrite the world for me.
PSit's come to this-- definitionsPS in Free Verse More Like This
of memories and people and dreams
I’ll never know firsthand like reasons for living;
this realization that I
am a stagnant planet, lost
on its orbit home; this
search for a justification
to keep on breathing ocean
when my lungs won’t tolerate
salt. I woke today in the water
to angels swimming around my feet;
coral, pearlescent anchors dragging me
down, down, sweetly lullabying
about you, dear, and the day
the tides washed you away.
you are written in my skin
as much as the lies I live by
daily. you are the beautiful things:
the sun waking up in the morning, the
stars pitying at me as I try to fall asleep.
the watercolor sky sighing, the
virgin clouds crying, the last note
suiciding itself into silence.
to the girl with hungry footstepsI'm sending all my words backto the girl with hungry footsteps in Free Verse More Like This
to the people who need them--
people who wear scars like
war trophies, like jewelry, like
an identification for those suffering
from the same acceptance of
self-hate. this is to the people
who sleep with one eye open, who
cry when footsteps enter their room
at night; this is to the girls
who love by cutting their hearts
into snowflakes and watching
them melt. I left you behind and
I can't be sorry for that.
you are the type of beautiful
that kindly asks the world
to fuck off. the days we buried
have decomposed, headstones are
snapshots; sanitized breakdowns,
rusty tongues, sighs laced
with fear, I love you, I love
you. saturdays were the best
because we could sleep through
the nightmare. you painted me a
picture of the world with your words
and they made us wash it away
for being transparent.
we were afraid of nothing
but the monsters in our eyelids.
back then, we counted days
like shooting stars; it took 67
to wish myself away. this
is for you, skygazer;
honesty isn't a weaknessI have a headache and not enough timehonesty isn't a weakness in Free Verse More Like This
to explain the irony of how I want to be
every pretentious poet making art out of
themselves, cutting open their side and writing
in blood and pixie dust; or how difficult
it is to make a good allegory out of carsickness
and household complacency. this
is every secret I ever hid. when I was 9
someone dissected the world in front of me,
showed me it was a living, wanting thing
and that I was just a lonely cell, functioning
through my dysfunction; when I was 11
the boy I liked told me he’d be interested
if I were prettier and I learned starvation
was more a state of mind than a presence
of being. when I was 13 I researched the lethality
of cleaning products, because god, I felt so dirty,
and nothing can clean you more than a couple cupfuls
of bleach. when I was 15 I was old and decrepit
and mostly dead, returning from war with flowers
for graves that weren’t filled and a heart of
tragedy, vulnerable and draped in every shade
of mourning f
UnavoidedI used to know a girl forUnavoided in Free Verse More Like This
the hunger in her voice;
she spoke of something
anchoring herself to
and sinking down
I'll drink away my memory, soon,
or pray for an Alzheimer-inspired
I can't keep waking up
on the wrong side of life"
why we pity angelsto him;why we pity angels in Free Verse More Like This
you are afraid of phonecalls. you
are afraid of your own voice, and
opening your ribcage to let
your heart come live on your sleeve.
you are afraid of living without caffeine
or alcohol, whatever the day calls for;
you are afraid of being real
without laughing afterwards, becoming
everything you worked so hard to get
away from, acknowledging all
that you still are. know this:
I am afraid of loud noises.
I am afraid of honesty and drowning,
people I don’t know and words
I won’t say. I am afraid
of growing old and living alone and
you not accepting me. I am afraid
of myself. In that, we are the same.
I have the compulsion to grab you
and cup you to me like you are some
half-alive bird, like that sound
as the lazy sun paints you a portrait is
your hummingbird heart and not my own
shallow breaths. in the beginning,
you were my peace of mind. you traced
the contours of my being with a scalpel
and held me up, a shadow puppet,
as the darkest, blackest figures I gav
Before I Can Become a WriterDevelop insomnia. DevelopBefore I Can Become a Writer in Free Verse More Like This
problems with substance abuse,
nothing serious, but enough
that I can say “write drunk,
edit sober” and mean it.
Drink tea. Write about drinking
tea. Take up smoking, ignore
the thoughts about it being
a slower suicide. Write about
suicide. Don’t mean it.
Write about sunsets and
ink veins. Mean it.
Fall in love with someone
who will never love me back.
Lament. Write a million
crappy poems and two good
ones. Never show him.
Move on. Write a few more
bad poems. Fall in love with
someone perfect. Screw it up.
Fall in love with someone awful.
Call him perfect. Screw it up.
Cry. Cry for the inevitable,
the way my family never
loved me right, the way my
first kiss was regrettable
at best, the way my therapist
says my depression is a demon
taking over me. Cry for the
changeable, the way
I hate my body and my writing
and everything I live to be.
Use clichés. Live clichés,
breathe clichés, be
a cliché. Write a poem
nakedness and heavy lungsand now, I’m defined by thenakedness and heavy lungs in Free Verse More Like This
confines of my body, the faults
I carry like misdemeanors against
the ones who translate me in
lines and curves and scars that read
look, but don’t touch. now, I’m
busy catching up in revolutions
around the sun and laps within
the indignity of my own mind;
swallowing travesties and memories alike—
the sun in your voice, brightening
me inside as I wake up and breathe
like an eclipsing star, my bones clanking
together like wind-chimes, my legs
giving out like ghost people
who’ve given up. this is beautiful, this
stripping of layers upon layers
of reality and pretending
I’m not ashamed to stand naked and
quivering before those who judge me
in impersonal numbers and figures
as though I were irrelevant, that I’m not
holding my breath in hopes I will
float away like a balloon, beyond
human comprehension, light and fading
like the handwritten notes and promises
scrawled across every inch of me,
just so I could be forgotten
gossamer loveyou will love a womangossamer love in Free Verse More Like This
who uses the word
too often. she will
diagnose dead artists' descents
into madness and laugh
too loudly at jokes
no one understands.
she will braid crowns of
flowers, she will write poems
in constellations, she will
try to walk like a dancer so
no one can hear her
leave. she will be
an ice sculpture, and when
she cries, you'll convince yourself
she's melting, she loves you, you've
changed her, you've
changed; she will wear you
like a comma, like
an incomplete thought,
in her story, and
she will leave you wondering
ColorblindI gave away my name todayColorblind in Free Verse More Like This
and it might be a metaphor, but I think
we only remember the quietest suicides
the walls are thin enough to listen
as the angels try to scratch free;
bloodied fingernails and God says everyone
screws up, sometimes
I'm waiting for a silent night.
I only ever believed in solid ground
and depressions' tides, and sometimes,
those little wounds I nursed deep
within my vocal chords (because
my voice is dying, too)
I can see the beautiful people, now
overdosing on their own opiums of
self-acquittal and dissolution
they ran out of ways to ask for help.
I'm fragile, but my glass ribs
aren't holding much
and I'm through trying to find something
different, because it's scary to know
what exactly's the same
yesterday I was someone else and
tomorrow I'm further into inevitabilities of
who I promised I'd never be--
I'm waiting for a happy ending,
but if you love something
you let it go.
Joseph Kane/Ronin Young Justice VersionJoseph Kane/Ronin Young Justice Version in Sketches More Like This
Secret ID: Dr. Joseph Kane
Superhero Alias: Ronin
Group Affiliation: Young Justice (after introductory arc)
Nicknames: Joey (only called that by his little brother), Crazy Genius (by Nightwing, Joseph usually retorts with "Circus Boy")
Hair: Sandy Blond, usually kept short
Physical Description: Lean but Muscular
General Personality: Cheerful and outgoing, but a bit (understatement) of an smartass. Can be over confidant. Also can be a little nutty and hyper depending on the situation (what Sam calls "Joey's Doctor Who moments")
Good Traits: Loyal to his friends and family, never gives up, always willing to help, kind hearted, compassionate, creative, always willing to learn new things
Bad Traits: Stubborn, sometimes arrogant and acts like he's the smartest person in the room (which he usually is, but I digress), while he likes to help people he is slow to accept help from others, sometimes has t
A Robins Christmas Carol"Come on, Damian, it will be fun!" said Sam Kane. He was dressed in Victorian costume as a boy of the lower middle class, his blond hair covered with a cap, a mock crutch twirling in his hand (a trick he learned from Dick Grayson, aka Nightwing), and his blue eyes sparkled with Christmas spirit. He and Damian were looking out the window of Wayne Manor's living room at the snow. The room, and the entire mansion, had been decked out for Christmas.A Robins Christmas Carol in Short Stories More Like This
Damian Wayne's blue eyes were as cold as ice. "So? I'm not going to help the poor! It's their fault they are poor!"
"No it's not! You refuse to look at the...."
"Sam, stop trying to quote your brother. And take that costume off! Who are you supposed to be, Tiny Tim?"
"Actually yes; it's my role for the Wayne Foundation Charity Christmas Faire! And I earned it the hard way; auditioning for your dad and Lucius Fox."
EternityThe single car shot down the long stretch on that cold winters eveningEternity in Free Verse More Like This
A single driver grasping the wheel barely turning it in the last 20 minutes nor saying a word
And from the driver a single tear arose
It cascaded down her cheek, like fog on glass
It burnt through branding her pain for eternity
She lowered her head and closed her eyes for a bit longer than a standard blink
Thought of all the pain and sickness in the world
Thought of all that's wrong
But then for a reason that will remain forever unknown
She thought of all that was right
Thought of all the love and all the caring
But stricken was she from this dream like state by the screams of one once loved
And felt his pain
Felt his warmth
Felt his warm embrace as the upcoming edge arrived
And for some reason that will remain forever unknown
She lowered her head and closed her eyes for a bit longer than a standard blink
And she went in peace
And felt the liberation and the freedom
On that cold winters evening
The Rose and The StemThe crimson rose sat gracefully in my hand,The Rose and The Stem in Free Verse More Like This
withered by the days before now.
A brown tint approaching from its sides,
doomed to die,
every moment since it was cut from its stem was precious.
Yet somehow it managed to maintain its form,
and stay as perfect as possible.
I looked at the rose,
I looked at myself.
Was i the same?
This, i feared, was not fact.
An old man,
withered by the days before now,
no colour left.
like the last grey plume of smoke,
escaping from the dying breaths of a flame.
I lent back silently, and slept,
for the very last time in my life.
GREYI'm sure the boss won't mind.GREY in Free Verse More Like This
Maybe just for a little while.
Day in and day out same gray setting,
Same gray view,
Same grey personalities
That same gray rain splattering on the window, wasted.
Like my dreams
That same goddamn billboard 100 meters from the door
Maybe running out there and tearing it down will add some colour
Ice tea that's what I could go for right now, just that thought should be enough,
Enough to rip me from this desk
But the boss might mind me being away from this desk
Maybe the same sad stench of fish sticks from the shop down below, would be enough
But no the boss might get angry.
I can hear them in the wall,
Their tiny feat scurrying, scratching, gnawing on the cords.
Maybe I should go to a club
But I'm no good a dancer
I'm terrible come to think of it
Wasn't always terrible
It just this same goddamn job
Day in and day out
I never wanted to be a goddamn receptionist it has just happened.
Maybe just for a little while, he won't mind.
But no ill keep my eyes on thi
perception and knowledgeFrom afar he is a freak to you.perception and knowledge in Free Verse More Like This
But you have not seen the pain he has have carved into himself
You only see the scars.
For the choices you have made against him.
DemocracyThrough the smiles of the mad,Democracy in Free Verse More Like This
And the whips of the insane.
Through our blood soaked eyes,
And the links of a chain.
By the fires of our hearts,
And the force of our arm.
We shall rise again,
And you shall do no more harm
And with the turning of your machines,
And the lies from your tongue.
You suppress the masses,
With the men you have hung.
And as you burn our cities,
And end our lives.
Your people will be sated,
And return in drives.
But as your fires burn on,
We will rise from the ashes.
As your "democracy" crashes.
All these thingsThe days are getting darker, colderAll these things in Free Verse More Like This
The nights are getting longer, harder
The pain is getting more and more intense
The peering eyes just out of reach
The bone chilling claws reaching out to take me and hold me down,
Hold me back,
Back from you
But I don't mind
Because all these days
All these nights
All these eyes
All these claws
Are nothing compared to losing you
SuppressionYou're in our homes and in our heads and you haven't the rightSuppression in Free Verse More Like This
You tell use how to breath, how to live, how to love
But we try; try our best to fight you
And you try; try your best to keep us down
But we will continue until we are free
And we shall one day be free,
Or so we think.
The rockA rock sat alone in a vast mountain encased valley where the nearest thing a rock could see would be the entrenching snow capped mountains. But this rock was just an ordinary rock, so it could not see the beauty of the mountain peaks, or see the wind whistle through the grass making it sway majestically. Now this valley would once a year, flourish with the beautiful aroma of the blooming flowers and to experience said aroma would be magnificent but alas the rock could not know what it was like to experience this, nor did it care. and after the the sun cascades down the giant peaks and after it erupted over them again the rock would still be there, not experiencing, not caring. it would just be there.The rock in Short Stories More Like This
Tales from Sanctuary"The world we once knew is dead. Human obligation was forgotten long ago. once a place crowded with billions of people, now only populated grotesque mutants, and fools naive enough to believe that there is something worth holding on to. Fortunately for human kind it was not doomed to die, as many of the worlds richest and luckiest secured positions in a last moment effort to create a safe haven deep underground. A haven we now call home."Tales from Sanctuary in Short Stories More Like This
The lights blinded the class as they were turned on upon the teachers last words.
"Now" he started again "If all hope of a stable life up there is non-existent why do the survivors stay?"
The class was silent for a moment.
"Faith" said the girl in centre of the class, the girl of pure blonde hair, and a purer heart.
"Faith?" said the teacher as he wheeled his wheelchair around to face her.
"In what context?"
She wasted no time in her response, "Faith as in the belief that one day Humanity will find a way around this. One day, through the ability of th
Off to save the worldThe boy was young of age,Off to save the world in Free Verse More Like This
when his father said his last words to him.
The room was dim,
the mood; dimmer.
The boy stood with a posture as rigid as the walls around him.
Proud of his father,
marching off to save the world.
His father knelt facing his boy.
Hand in hand they forged a bond,
strong enough to flatten mountains.
The man took off his watch,
and put it around the boys wrist.
it was to big and sagged quite sugnificantly.
The cold metal chilled his skin,
but warmed his heart.
The man stood and shook his sons hand,
and fairwelled him as a man.
Then turned around and left.
Off to save the world