A promiseKelly stared up at the sky, watching as the clouds passed by. They had spent the last couple days on the island, after making it so that Mendez's men couldn't get to them. Since there was no real threat the trainees were using it as a chance to relax a bit. This was why Kelly was laying in the grass along the edge of the lake. "I think that one looks like a rabbit." She pointed toward one of the clouds.A promise in Sci-Fi More Like This
John moved his head over a bit so that he could get a better view of where he was pointing. "That definitely looks like a goat." He pointed to a cloud a bit to the right. "That one looks more like a rabbit."
"Do you even know what a rabbit looks like? That is totally a whale." Kelly pushed his head a bit away from her. She turned toward him and was surprised to find his face close to his. At thirteen it was hard to ignore the hormones that reacted to how close he was. She was going to say more but it was lost as they lay in the sun just staring at each other.
John turned so that he was
Blue 4 PrologueThe land was desolate and broken, nothing but glass where no life was fit to live. The land was impossible to recognize, possibly any of the many glassed planets. A cold wind rushed over the land and Kelly wrapped her arms around herself. She sat on the hard ground, staring out at the death and destruction before her. This was the legacy of the war, what was left behind by a quarter of a century of fighting.Blue 4 Prologue in Sci-Fi More Like This
Kelly curled up a bit more as the cold soaked into her bones. She wished that she had her armor, something to keep the cold out. She felt something rest on her shoulders and she was wrapped in warmth. Kelly reached up to her shoulder and she felt the cloth of the blanket. She looked back and could see him standing behind her. "Thanks." He smiled and she held a hand out to him. He shook his head and Kelly frowned. "Sit with me."
He shook his head again, taking a step back. Kelly stood up, turning toward him. He took a few more steps back and Kelly just watched him. She didn't know w
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John set the mug down on the table and sat down in the chair across from his guest. He sat up straight, unable to push down the reflex. When he'd arrived John had fought the urge to salute the man. He was a higher rank than his guest, sure, but he held so much respect for the man that he felt he needed to do it. He was at a loss for words, not sure how to start a conversation.
He was just as John always remembered him. Strong, professional even in a personal situation. He was the one thing that never seemed to change. Over the years Doctor Halsey had become softer, less of the woman who was willing to do anything as she had been when the Spartan II program had started. The band of silver hair around his head had spread to most of his hair though there were a few black hairs left. He wore a simple duty uniform, his chest vacant of the many ribbons that were usually there. John could see that the years had taken some toll on him. There were wrinkles where there hadn't been in the past. S
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Kelly frowned down at her daughter. She couldn't tell if the dirt that smudged the kid's face was because she hadn't washed up or because it was part of her costume. "All right, where did you get the armor?"
Catherine grinned, clutching the ODST helmet under her arm. The seven-year-old wore an almost exact replica of ODST signature armor but it was small enough it fit her. "Grandpa helped me."
Kelly sighed, she should have known. She turned to see Avery walking into the kitchen. "And just who are you supposed to be?"
Avery tugged at the collar of his long black coat. "I'm the doctor." He grinned like a mad man. He looked cocky and his hair was slicked back.
"Doctor who?" Catherine asked.
"Exactly!" Avery grinned, holding out his arms so the two females could fully see his costume. He wore a black shirt and black pants. Sunglasses hung around his neck from a chain that most people would use to keep reading glasses close at hand. The only color to the costume was a crimson and sapphire s
Six meets the 0051stThe entire camp seemed to be abuzz. John watched as the crowd was gathering, not knowing what they were all so excited about. The pelican was landing in the field and for some reason it had gotten the attention of all of the soldiers. "What's the big deal?" John looked over as Sam walked over. "They act like another Spartan is arriving."Six meets the 0051st in Sci-Fi More Like This
"Haven't you heard?" They both looked over at Petey as he walked up. "They said there's some new soldier coming in. For all we know it will be another Spartan."
John moved toward the pelican. If it was another Spartan he was eager to see them again. Being here around these soldiers had made him realize how much he missed the Spartans. If there was one he wanted to be the first to meet them. "Where are you going?" He looked over as Sam ran to keep up with him.
"I'm going to see if it's a Spartan." John's voice was flat, not giving away that he was eager for it to be another Spartan.
Dunny came running up to them grinning. The group stopped and waited fo
Happy BirthdayKathleen was awake before the person reached her cot. Her fingers slowly curled to grip the knife under her pillow. The person didn't seem hostile so she decided to wait to see what the person would do. She felt lips press against her bare shoulder and she only had one guess as to who it was. "Go back to sleep, Will. I already told you no." She was sure to keep her voice quiet enough that she wouldn't wake any of the other Spartan trainees.Happy Birthday in Sci-Fi More Like This
Lips brushed over her ear before he spoke. "Does Will often come to you in the night and kiss your shoulder?" Kathleen was surprised to find it wasn't the voice she'd expected. She looked to the source and stared into Fred's slightly annoyed gaze. He was sitting on the cot beside her, leaning over so his face was only centimeters from hers.
Kathleen replied in her usual way, not ever thinking. She put up her automatic defense and teased him. "I should have known it was you. It's not usually my shoulder." Fred's gaze became more annoyed at the commen
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Carter stood in the briefing room, a bit nervous. He'd been pulled aside by Lieutenant Ambrose and Chief Mendez. They hadn't told him why he was here, they hadn't told him anything other than to wait. He was starting to wonder if he was in the right place when the door slid open. It was not the Lieutenant as he had hoped, but rather a female Spartan that he did not recognize.
The female Spartan stopped and looked at him. "I'm sorry, I must have the wrong room."
The woman had an accent that Carter couldn't quite identify. "Conference room B?" The woman nodded. "You've got the right room. You have any idea what this is about?"
The woman shook her head. "No, I was only ordered to come here." She moved into the room and stood a few feet away from Carter. "You have any idea what this is about?" Carter shook his head. "Great, standing in a room with a stranger for an unknown reason." She crossed her arms and looked away from Carter. "Kat." Carter tilted his head to the side, frowning in conf
Blue 4 Chapter 1Kelly took in a deep breath as the chemicals worked their way out of her system. The hatch opened and she leaned forward, coughing up the clear liquid that supplied nutrients while in cryo. Infinity would be coming out of slip space soon and the crew was being awoken to prepare. Once her lungs were clear of the mucus-like liquid, Kelly made a quick pass through the showers before she grabbed her clothing and got dressed into the black under layer of her armor. Fred and Linda joined her a couple seconds later, Fred still coughing up a little of the liquid. Kelly was already off down the catwalk before they even got dressed.Blue 4 Chapter 1 in Sci-Fi More Like This
The line of armor stations was a bustle of activity, gearing up the Spartan IVs. Officers shouted orders at their soldiers and carts of weapons were being pushed around so that people could grab their combat gear. Kelly moved to one that wasn't being used, the one that was specifically set up for the more advanced and expensive Mark VII armor that the Spartan IIs wor
Blue 4 Chapter 4The Spartans moved through the cave and Kelly brought them to a halt several meters from the cave entrance. She inched forward, scanning the area for enemies. She frowned as she spotted a knight motioning directions to a group of grunts. "We've got knights directing Covenant troops ahead," she reported.Blue 4 Chapter 4 in Sci-Fi More Like This
"Why don't the bad guys ever work against each other," Fred muttered. "What kind of enemies?"
"The Covenant fought the Flood on Halo," John interjected. The Spartan IIs were silent for a moment, each one focusing in that moment on their regrets for not having been there to help. "And me if I got too close," he added.
Kelly pushed her regret aside focusing on the current situation. She had many things she wanted to voice to him when she got the chance, her regrets being part of it. "There are a couple knights, but mainly grunts and jackals."
"How should we do this?" Linda asked. Kelly made her way back to the others and wasn't surprised to find that Linda had fallen back to old habits an
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Carter stood by the lake, watching the water lap at the shore. He didn't really know how he had gotten here. The last thing he remembered was being in the pelican, heading toward the scarab. He didn't remember hitting it, but there was no way that he could have made it out of that alive. What was more confusing was where he was. It seemed to be Onyx, but it lacked any of the familiar military buildings, only a small two-story house. The light blue painted wood of the outside was soft against the white trim and deck on the front of the house.
Carter didn't know why but he moved toward the building. He moved up the steps, running a hand over the railings that led up. It was so perfect, like it was out of a dream. It was like an old picture of a house on Earth. The kind that existed outside of big cities and he'd only ever seen in books. It was what he'd always wanted to live in when he was a little kid. He'd thought about living in the same kind of home with Kat, but he knew that could n
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ToxicantThe basement of Arkham Asylum has been dark and empty for decades, abandoned ever since the hospital received enough money to renovate. The cells are old, requiring keys instead of numbers to open, and there are no security cameras to monitor the halls. The staff never ventures into the basement; the rooms and cells remain unused, serving as a masoleum to Dr. Amadeus Arkham's era.Toxicant in Fan Fiction More Like This
All of these factors make the basement the perfect place for Dr. Jonathan Crane to work on his project.
In the basement interview room Crane is preparing for his experiment. Tonight will be the first time that he has tested the gas version of his fear serum; although the toxin is still in its early stages, Crane is sure that it will prove to be effective at penetrating the already frail mind of an Arkham patient. He places his briefcase on the room's large table and retrives a small vial from his pocket.
Crane holds the vial up to the light, admiring the way the smoke dances and floats in the small glass cont
AscensionGotham moonlight fills Dr. Jonathan Crane's small bedroom as he lies in bed, his fully-clothed body still, save for the small movements of his chest as it rises and falls in rhythm with his breathing. His eyes are closed, but he is not asleep; he is thinking, contemplative, his mind a succession of thoughts aching to be recognizedeach idea yearns to be studied and analyzed, craving to be put into motion.Ascension in Horror More Like This
There is one thought, one idea in particular, that refuses to be ignored, continuously gnawing at his brain with impatience; he knows that it will not go away until he has dutifully performed the necessary task. The thought crushes him with its overwhelming need for materialization, a constant weight on his shoulders and his mind. Every waking moment is dedicated to this thought; it was not long before it began to seep into his dreams as well, infecting his sleep with torment and demands.
The thought scares him. He has not underestimated its finality; once it has been carried o
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
Sessions with Madness, Chapter Two"Patient interview one with Patient Number 7942, Jonathan Crane. Dr. Crane, could you please state your name for the record?"Sessions with Madness, Chapter Two in Horror More Like This
"Dr. Jonathan Crane."
"And Dr. Crane, are you in any way, shape, or form being coerced into answering my questions against your free will?"
"No, I am not."
"Excellent. Are you ready to start?"
"By all means."
Crane watches as Perkins reaches for the thick file before him with greedy hands. He can tell the man is eager to pry; Crane wonders if he'll try to maintain an air of professionalism and start off with the "easy" questions and work his way up or if he'll blurt out the real good ones right off the bat.
"Dr. Crane, do you know why you are here?" Perkins asks, pen in hand, hovering over a notepad.
There's that spider again.
"I believe we both know why I am here, Dr. Perkins," Crane replies icily. "There is no need to pretend otherwise."
"Of course, Dr. Crane," Perkins says quickly, clearly worried that he has angered Crane—not o
Becoming Fear: Chapter OneDisclaimer: 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 One in Horror More Like This
Crane struggles to keep his eyes open as he sits in his office at Arkham Asylum, poring over his notes. He stifles a yawn as he flips through the files, searching for the one belonging to his newest patient; he has a session with him in a few minutes, and he wants to get a feel for the patient before their meeting.
As he skims through the file, certain words jump out at him. Violent. Murdered. Life sentence.
He closes the file and sighs.
He feels no particular sense of revulsion towards his patients; he is unaffected by their crimes, indifferent to their violence. He feels no more disgust for the inmates of the asylum than he does for his coworkers, or his neighbors, or a person he may see on the street. Their reasons for entering the institution mean nothing to him, just as they mean nothing
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.
HolidaysDr. Jonathan Crane has never been one to indulge in holiday festivities; to him, Thanksgiving merely meant spending an hour or two at the Arkham Asylum staff's annual, mind-numbingly boring potluck dinner and sitting in the inevitable, painfully slow crawl of Gotham traffic before arriving at his apartment to spend his four-day-weekend with his nose buried in his research. Every year, his contribution to the dinner is the same: a pie purchased from the frozen foods section of the grocery store next to his apartment building, selected quickly and tossed into his shopping cart with little thought or care. If any of his coworkers have ever noticed that the desert is store-bought rather than homemade, they are too polite to say anything.Holidays in Horror More Like This
But this year will be different.
Granny Keeny had possessed a penchant for baking, a trait which she had not passed down onto her grandson. She collected recipes that had been in the Keeny family for generations, filling a now yellow-paged notebook with he
ChemistryJonathan Crane clenched his jaw as a thick, serpentine vine slithered across the back of his hand. Its leaves rustled against his skin, leaving behind a scratching sensation that he found both unpleasant and repulsive, and he suppressed a shudder of disgust as he swatted the vine away. It recoiled from him as if it were stung by the action, and Crane could feel Poison Ivy's eyes boring into him from across the laboratory.Chemistry in General Fiction More Like This
"Don't you dare hurt my babies, Jonathan," she warned. "I'll only play nice if you do."
"I beg your pardon, Miss Isley," Crane replied through gritted teeth, "but I would hardly consider your vegetation contaminating my work area to be playing nice."
The offending vine encircled itself around Ivy's green wrist, traveling up her arm with fluid grace before settling across her shoulders. Cradling its head in her hand, Crane watched with morbid fascination as Ivy leaned down and planted a gentle, motherly kiss onto the stem; the vine seemed to flouri
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
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Deviant Doctor Still at Large
Burlap-clad criminal Scarecrow, also known as Arkham Asylum psychiatrist Dr. Jonathan Crane, is still roaming the streets after the recent mass-breakout at Arkham. Gotham City Police have been working tirelessly to recover the missing inmates, with the assistance of the masked vigilante known only as Batman. Despite their efforts, Scarecrow has managed to evade capture. Police Commissioner James Gordon declined to comment when asked if there are any leads regarding the former doctor's whereabouts, but our sources tells us that the police are no closer to finding Scarecrow than they were the night he escaped.
Dr. Crane's fall from grace began when it was discovered that he was leaking a chemical compound into Gotham's water supply. This compound, known as "fear toxin", is reported to cause an overwhelming sensation of terror, in addition to hallucinations. Thousands of Gotham's citizens were subject to the toxin's effects last year
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."
Batgirl: Small Steps To RecoveryBatgirl enters through the window to her apartment.Batgirl: Small Steps To Recovery in Short Stories More Like This
Batgirl: *narrating* Ow...how could a woman with a literal hole in her head be that tough...Good thing Alysia isn't here or she'd have a fit! *takes off her cowl* Right now all I want is a hot shower and to cuddle up with Alaska and end my night on a more positive note, like hacking into the GCPD to see what we know about "Absence"
A bit later, Babs is getting ready to settle in for the night when her cell rings.
Babs: Damn it, who would be calling at this hour. *picks up the phone* Who is it?
Batman: *on phone* Barbara....
Babs' mood changes
Babs: Bruce...is something wrong?
Batman: *on phone* I need your help with something....
Babs: Depends on the something.
Batman: *on phone* It's Joseph
Babs reacts, she knows what Batman might be asking her, though we don't.
The next morning, Babs' van pulls up to Wayne Manor, where Alfred is waiting. Sam is sitting on the front stairs with him, petting Barkley. Babs gets out of the van and appro
Ronin: Hunted Story OutlineOur story starts with a man being pursued by a man in armor wielding a high tech gun. The man being chased is a person in the Witness Protection Program after informing on the Maronis. He was tricked into coming back by this mercenary, Tad Claeson, who is hunting him down for a hefty payday. Claeson takes aim at his prey, only to have his aim knocked off by a batarang to the barrel of the gun. Ronin leaps off a small wall and engages the mercenary in battle. Claeson underestimates Ronin as "another cape" and soon has his back to the wall. He flees, only to be confronted by Batman in an alley. Ronin soon blocks off the other end. Desperate, and for the first time feeling like an animal trapped in a snare, Claeson attacks Ronin to get away, only to be brought down and cuffed. Batman states that Ronin has been improving steadily and that he's proud of his progress, but he still needs to train etc regularly. Ronin agrees, but he isn't above taunting Claeson.Ronin: Hunted Story Outline in Sketches More Like This
Claeson is brought before a jud
Batman/Green Arrow: Crossfire Chapter 2"I don't like you."Batman/Green Arrow: Crossfire Chapter 2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Ollie looked up at Sam Kane glaring at him across the kitchen table.
"Look kid, I know I gave your brother a hard time...."
"When did I..."
"5 years ago, you destroyed the teddy bear Joey gave me...of course, not too long after that you were marooned...." Sam grinned evilly.
"Look, I want to end this feud and make sure your brother doesn't die. Can you live with that?"
"Sure." Sam grabbed his cereal bowl and headed to the living room. He turned back to face Ollie, "Doesn't mean I like you."
Oliver just stared as the little boy left. He sighed, he knew that the Kanes wouldn't like his presence, but he thought Joseph would have matured out of it. Yeah right, when I was his age I flopped out of every job my dad gave me, held a party on an oil rig that got attacked by pirates, accidentally killed a bunch of people, and got washed up on an island....
"Deep in thought, Ollie?" said Bruce as he sat down in his suit for work. He had already worked out and h
Nightwing/Robin: Boys' Day OutSam is sitting in his room, sighing. He pets Barkley while doing his homework.Nightwing/Robin: Boys' Day Out in Short Stories More Like This
Sam: *sigh* Wish Joey didn't have to go to Central City to show their police how the new WayneTech forensic lab equipment.
Sam: I know, I know Bruce also sent him to work with the Flash again....
Alfred: (off panel) Man has poor eating etiquette
Sam turns to see Alfred
Sam: Oh, hey Alfred. Just doing the homework you gave me.
Alfred: Indeed, you made a calculative error on question three
Sam: Huh? *looks* OH! *corrects it* Is it dinner yet? Or is something going on?
Alfred: Everything is in order, nothing to worry about
Sam: Is that all?
Alfred: Is something the matter, lad?
Sam: With Joey out of town...I feel like I'm a fifth wheel or something....
Alfred: Well you are a young boy sir
Sam: I can't stand it. Everyone else has something to do...and I don't.
Alfred: I'm assuming you're talking about something more exciting than math?
Alfred: Did Master Damian "train" you today?
Teen Titans: No Such Thing As A Normal TeenJoseph Kane awoke one morning in Wayne Manor only to find that only that he was NOT a cockroach (like he was in a very Kafka-esque nightmare the previous evening); but that the place was trashed. Food dishes were piled high, clothes were tossed on furniture, and there was the overripe smell of sweat and hormones. He sighed as he, still in pajamas and bathrobe, helped Alfred Pennyworth clean.Teen Titans: No Such Thing As A Normal Teen in Short Stories More Like This
"Teenagers", Joseph swore under his breath.
"Aren't you 19, Master Joseph?" reminded Alfred.
"I'm also a doctor, a Waynetech Executive, and Sam's guardian. Besides, with all that training I did for my now ended superhero career, I didn't really have time to be one." Joseph gingerly picked up one of Bart Allen's shirts. "Does the kid have no concept of laundry? Or does that not exist in the future?"
"I hate to belabor the point, Master Joseph; but you are still young. And you are working towards assuming that career again. You have had a lot on your shoulders since you were young--"
"Not always by m
Pray for the Dominican RepublicThe Dominican Republic is located on the island of Hispaniola, in the Caribbean region.Pray for the Dominican Republic in Profiles More Like This
The western third of the island is occupied by the nation of Haiti
Santo Domingo is the capital
The population is 10 million.
The Dominican Republic is the second largest Caribbean nation.
The Dominican Republic was the first permanent European settlement in the New World.
and was part of the Spanish West Indies.
The country has depended on sugar cane crops for over 500 years.
Hispaniola was originally inhabited by over a million Taíno people
Christopher Columbus landed on the island in 1492.
The Spaniards enslaved the Taino and exploited the environment.
Slavery and foreign diseases decimated the Taino population.
Large numbers of African slave
Pray for NicaraguaNicaragua is located in Central America.Pray for Nicaragua in Profiles More Like This
It is bordered by Honduras in the north and Costa Rica to the south.
The Pacific Ocean lies to the west, and the Caribbean Sea to the east.
The capital is Managua.
The population of is approximately 6 million.
Nicaragua is the largest country in Central America.
Mangua is the second largest city in Central America.
A quarter of the population lives in Mangua.
The population is highly multiethnic.
The poplation includes indigenous native tribes and people of European,
African, Asian,and Middle Eastern descent.
The tropical climate and active volcanoes make Nicaragua a popular tourist destination.
61% Mestizo(Mixed Amerindian and white)
By the 15th century, over a million Native Americans lived in Ncaragua.
Western Nicaragua was inhabited by both the Maya and Aztec
The Caribbean coast was inhabited by Chibcha groups.
Pray for SabaSaba is a tiny island in the eastern Caribbean.Pray for Saba in Profiles More Like This
It is east of Puerto Rico, southwest of Saint Martin and northwest of Saint Eustatius.
The population is 1,824
The Bottom is the capital.
The name "Saba" comes from the Greek/Arabic word Sheba,which means "Morning" or "Oath"
Saba was part of the Dutch West Indies.
The 18th century pirate, Hiram Breakes, who famously quoted
"Dead men tell no tales," was from Saba.
Most people are a mix of Dutch, Scottish, Irish and African heritage.
56% Roman Catholic
30% Other (Wesleyan, Jehovah's Witnesses, Seventh-day Adventist, Muslim, Jewish)
There has been evidence indicating that Taino and Carib groups briefly
lived on the island.
Christopher Columbus is said to have sighted Saba on 1493, but didn't land,
due to the island's rocky shores.
From the 17th- 19th centuries Saba was controlle
Pray for MozambiqueMozambique, is a country in southeastern AfricaPray for Mozambique in Profiles More Like This
It is bordered by the Indian Ocean in the east, Tanzania in the north,
Malawi and Zambia in the northwest, Zimbabwe in the west and Swaziland
and South Africa in the southwest.
The capital city is Maputo.
The population is 22 million.
The name Mozambique comes from the name Musa Al Big/Mussa Ben Mbiki, an Arab trader
who first visited an island in the area and later lived there.
The Zambezi River flows though Mozambique.
The official language is Portuguese.
Half of the population speaks it as a second language but few as a first language.
Languages widely spoken natively include Swahili, Makhuwa, and Sena.
99.66% Bantu (Makhuwa, Tsonga, Lomwe, Sena and others)
56.1% Christians (including 28.4% Catholics)
Pray for Victims of shootingMost of you who read this have probably already heart the news.Pray for Victims of shooting in Profiles More Like This
Early on Friday 20th in Aurora, Colorado, a gunmen went on a shooting rampage
during an early screening of the new blockbuster movie "The Dark Knight Rises."
At least 12 people were killed and 58 injured. Many are missing.
Please pray for those who have lost loved ones in this tragedy.
Pray for the people who have been injured.
Pray for the countless who have been traumitzed.
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,
South Sudan in the north-west, Uganda to the west, Tanzania in the south
and the Indian Ocean in the south-east.
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
and desert regions.
Lake Victoria, the world's second largest fresh-water lake, is located
in Kenya, Uganda and Tanzania.
The Great Rift Valley runs through Kenya
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The country has over 60 different ethnic groups.
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[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
[SIMILAR] part 16There was a pause, a moment to reflect on what had just been done. My eyes never left the now dangling body at the end of my forearm. I I had done it. I had killed her. I waited for the feelings of triumph, of relief, to wash over me like a pleasant ocean wave. But they didn't come. What did arrive was this bitter sweet feeling; I'm not really sure what it was, but it gave me the sense that I had lost a few opportunities for myself with this act. Her motionless face had still open eyes, looking heavenward as if searching out a star, a tear residing in the corner of one, stuck in place. I was half temped to close them respectively. My instincts, however, did not care for such emotions of what I guess was remorse, as tendrils made themselves known and readied themselves for the feast of flesh, curling up my arm, anticipating consumption.[SIMILAR] part 16 in General Fiction More Like This
Suddenly, something like a shadow darted along the wall just outside my vision. I turned my head away from my victim for a moment to investigate t
[SIMILAR] part 2[SIMILAR] part 2 in General Fiction More Like This
I hate Hunters with a burning passion.
Especially when there are about twenty of them, not including three Leader Hunters, trying to rip your guts out while a strike team helicopter is gunning for you. And this all happening at eight o' clock in the morning. God, I hate Mondays as much as a normal person would, which is saying something.
I made a quick dash, catch, and consume, grabbing onto the nearest Infected while dodging the clawing charge of one of the large fleshy beasts. Everywhere I looked, dead bodies were walking, small pick-me-ups when I was in need. They had all been civilians of a marvelous and popular city at one point, spending their lives in light of another day and future. But now the city of New York was in ruins and it's inhabitants mangled into corpses, possibilities and happy tomorrows snuffed out like the candle of a birthday cake. But there is always a bright side. At least with no more civilians, there is no more traffic; meaning didn't have to worry about gett
[SIMILAR] part 6[SIMILAR] part 6 in General Fiction More Like This
I had to ascertain what this "new threat" is.
That's what I kept telling myself as I entered the heavily fortified Blackwatch base with my commander disguise. I had made sure to pick the highest-ranking official I could find, one that could gain access to restricted information. To better assure my success in this mission, I had deactivated the Infected Detectors that surrounded the base first. This has become a habit of mine, now that security has tightened like a python's hold. I couldn't be too careful, especially here; I didn't want to get caught here. In the old days, I could just go and destroy the armies that stood in my way, but now that I'm becoming outnumbered, I always stick to the shadows.
The first thing I noticed when I entered the base were the Super Soldiers. They were everywhere, almost outnumbering the amount of ordinary Blackwatch personal. When the city had been taken over by the Infected, because of Blackwatch's mistake, their numbers had steadily increased to a hu
[SIMILAR] part 3[SIMILAR] part 3 in General Fiction More Like This
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 15KLANG![SIMILAR] part 15 in General Fiction More Like This
At the last split second before I was able to sever the spinal column at the base of her murderous brain with a direct punch to the back of the neck, FET had made a minor move slightly to the side, causing me to miss the original point of impact causing me to hit the wall, my fist becoming imbedded in the metal of the elevator. In a fluid-like movement, she stepped back quickly, ducked under my only free and reaching arm, and walked calmly through the doorframe, as if nothing had happened at all. I attempted to pursue her, but was halted by my currently trapped hand. Anger flared into my muscles, but even that adrenaline wasn't having a positive effect on my metal prison. If anything, it was making it worse, contorting the metal to make the elevator slightly unstable, causing it to jerk up and down ever so slightly. I looked back at FET, who was hesitantly walking away, in a manner like she expected me to ask for her help. As if I would beg for forgiveness for trying to kill her
[SIMILAR] part 7[SIMILAR] part 7 in General Fiction More Like This
"When we hunt, we kill! No one is safe, nothing is sacred; we are Blackwatch! We are the last line of defense! We will burn our own to hold the Red Line, it is the last line to ever hold!"
I spoke this verse perfectly, never faltering, my voice raised high as I chanted it in the soldier line. This motto was one of the first memories I had ever gained; yet I couldn't quite say who was the owner of this memory anymore. My Web of Intrigue is now a dense forest, with thousands upon thousands of memory neurons connecting and interconnecting to form a mesh of vines, or at least that is how I picture it in my head. So many memories, so many people, their screams forever echoing in the vast caverns of my tortured mind, haunting me. About ten percent were people who I had meant to kill, who truly deserved to die for the truth, my truth. I lament the many innocent lives I smashed, stabbed, and swiped away, the futures I stole from this cruel world of mine.
Most of the time, I don't like to think
[SIMILAR] part 5[SIMILAR] part 5 in General Fiction More Like This
The two strike team pilots fell through the air toward the city bellow, not even bothering to open their parachutes. Didn't they care about their lives?! I did, cause I needed at least one of those pilots alive, I needed their memories to find out who or what those eyes were, and I can't absorb dead people. Opening the side door of the cockpit, a gust of cold air hit my face. I was pretty high up, and maybe too far away to use glide and catch them. I summoned my Whipfist and let fly toward the falling pilots. At first, I though that I was out of range and that I would lose my objective, which normally happen, but right now I didn't want to make a slip up. Lucky, I was able to catch one, and I reeled the poor bastard in, I watched as the other fell into darkness of the streets, out of sight among the moving mass of Infected, which quickly began swarming at the area the body disappeared.
Jumping from the helicopter, for which I had no more use for, I glided to a nearby building with my v
[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
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
Some Things Never ChangeRemember when you used to hide?Some Things Never Change in Free Verse More Like This
Each time the sky broke apart,
When the walls would shake,
In fear of the thunder,
Bending underneath it's screams,
When your eyes hurt,
And your sight was blurred,
From staring into the rain,
Watching the lighting rule the sky,
Scared but safe, part of the storm,
Back then, when you'd sneak away,
Just to see the sun set,
And to watch it rise again,
So tiny, back then, you were wiser than today,
Today you hide from the very life itself,
You used to love waking up,
You were just as silent,
But you weren't shy,
It seems you've lost your shine,
Your backbone, your wisdom,
It's a shame to be honest,
All you do is existing,
Without being alive,
Some things, they never change,
But when the thunder cracks,
You still watch the sun set,
Just to see it rise.
FeverJust a day, feeling fineFever in Concrete Poetry More Like This
as black and white intertwine
Begin to tremble, no reason why
Is this insanity, or am I high?
Sparkling faces grace my view
Intense versions of purple and blue
The sky is striped, the clouds dance
I'm certain I fly, comfortable in trance
Then I see the floor, as I fall
Because I ran right in to a wall
I hear laughter, realize it's me
Little pink man are all I see
I try to stand, of course I fail
Feeling sick and rather frail
Then I black out, awake in my swaying bed
A bitter sting messing in my head
I know I'm back now, finally
Hello my bitter sweet reality
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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
ConfusionI must write poem after damned poem!Confusion in Free Verse More Like This
Just because I can't deal with this...
All the things that happened these days
Left me hurt and damageable...
I can't decide how to feel
What emotion is is mine
Or just some believable lie
I don't know if I wish to hate
Or rather choose solace
I don't know if I still feel frustrated
Or if I already let go of all the memories
You bother me, of course you still do
But you are not the only one
So many wish to see me suffer
And you are just sticking out in some degree
One of many, this satisfies me a bit
And the strong sense of déjà vu
This let's me know that I what I can do
I think not yet, but soon will be
The perfect time to change
So I can just destroy you some more
Without getting hurt myself
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
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
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
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
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 - 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.
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
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
Big Mistake - Page 4The days passed, Harley felt like today was her last in this hospital. Then she would go to Arkham. She was slightly glad; staring at these same walls was getting boring. But once she got to Arkham, the only thing she would see would be her bare empty cell and the room where her therapy sessions would be.Big Mistake - Page 4 in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She always hated how the cells were so empty. Nothing at all was in them, rarely a flimsy bed and the tightly locked door. She had counted every tile on the floor, wall, and ceiling. 87 tiles on the floor, 142 on all four walls, and 75 on the ceiling. Every cell was built the same, every cell and those numbers.
She had played checkers in her mind when she stared at the ceiling, and won herself so many times. All day, they left you bored to death in those damn cells. Most of the patients went insane just being in there!
Twice a week you went to your therapy sessions. Well, that depended on the patient. Harley went there twice a week. Joker usually went only once now. Harley groaned as
Big Mistake - Page 2Joker ran his gloved hands through his hair as he stood up. He calmed himself down and stretched his arms, trying to release some stress.Big Mistake - Page 2 in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He gave a last disappointed look at her, laying unconscious and bruised on the floor. "...big mistake..." He muttered and straightened his coat.
"It wasn't her fault your plan failed, Joker."
Batman. Great. Joker didn't bother to look around for him. He was hiding in the shadows somewhere.
"It was mine."
Joker bit his lip in annoyance. "Yeah, but unfortunatelyyyy, you're not my personal punching bag."
That made Batman mad. He always had a soft spot for Harl. Joker was knocked to the ground by Batman's swinging kick from above.
He laughed as Batman yanked him up and growled in his face. "Punching bags BREAK if you don't take care of them!"
"Oh, I know that, Bats, I know that." Joker grinned, still laughing. Batman twisted his arm behind his back, which only made him laugh louder. "Do-dontcha think its funny how you pop in here AFTER I knock her out? 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
PlaygroundPlayground in Free Verse More Like This
All that autumn her ghost haunted the playground;
no wisping phantom, but strident bits and pieces
clamoring for attention - a pair of black patent
leather shoes waiting expectantly by the teeter-totter.
And Sister Teresa had to pry red woolen mittens
off the jungle gym every morning.
Jimmy Boyle kept seeing her sweater at the swings,
its green wooly arms daring him to go higher
and trying to tag him "it".
And her best friend, Jenny Black
could see the flash of her pigtails
throwing copper across the kickball field
where recess waited to swallow them.
The toys vanished from the sandbox every evening
leaving nothing but a soft trail of disappointment
in their wake -
their accusations of neglect
and longing crouched under the
maple trees, swarming with the bees.
But winter proved a discordant grave -
the protest of frozen ground
an errant melody in the schoolyard
and her shoes kept shrinking
and stumbled down the slide,
leaving a thick crust of frost
like somber tracks that said good-bye
LarksHow soft the lark sings,Larks in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
harbinger of spring,
Cold winds try to cling,
suffocate his wings
Early April brings
Winter, still it stings -
through the trees, the rings
in smokey mornings.
And in day's dawning
he cries -
harbinger of spring,
how soft the lark sings.
Burn NoticeLet me be your martyr tonightBurn Notice in Free Verse More Like This
or your smoking gun
(you know you love it
when I pretend to be vulnerable)
Just wear me
and make me see your light
and don't take me
at face value
or let me over-think you.
Don't mince words
just take me prisoner
and let your lips do
what they do best,
with your hands
looped under my belt
and sliding down my hips
to that point
where I don't return.
Drop a bomb or two
let's see what you can detonate
and turn upside down
in this dirty little town
and just pray
the neighbors do not report us again,
because the last time
you burned this down
we didn't come up for air...
Girl Through a Windowshe is finely wiredGirl Through a Window in Free Verse More Like This
she likes opposites
in her life
but too much of a good thing
and she cannot read in the dark
she was somewhere else
and that her parents
had never met
or that autumn
would not keep her waiting.
men cannot speak
when they first see her
pass a window
and they adore
how she refuses
to ride on trains
or eat oranges
without having her best shoes on.
she likes their compliments
and how the morning
smells like brown paper
after it rains
and the steam
that crinkles out of paper cups
full of coffee.
but she doesn't smile,
because she is afraid
that once she starts
she will not be able to stop
and her mother once told her
the shape of frown
is better suited
to her complexion
and makes her
in the evening
where you forget to
put her away.
CheatsThe light makes cheatsCheats in Free Verse More Like This
of us both,
so we change clothes
in the greedy dark
or thinking twice.
We do not touch,
our skin afraid to lose
or breathe too close.
We pass in the street
but do not acknowledge
in the glare of taxi cabs
or the stiff pull of elevators.
We do not rub elbows
or let our shoulder blades
But I would know you
anywhere - any place
the sun is uneasy
and the skin of us
or strangers are told
in another direction.
KitesI watch your kite disappearing -Kites in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
slowly slipping through your fingers
like a defiant act of love.
The laurel wreaths I crowned you with -
sweet Adonis to a maid,
shivering on your cool, wet skin.
I said that I could set you free
but you never would believe me.
CarolineYou loved the fireCaroline in Free Verse More Like This
of rogues -
imperfect men who shot up
the endings of the day
and drank down
too much beauty.
And like one of them,
you bellied with rebellion,
felt his tense seed
toil where women
and craved his notoriety.
Poor girl -
his verses won the day
and the call of words
was too fickle a lover
for any constant star.
Don't blame yourself -
are more attractive
and all poets are
Silk HeartYour heart glistensSilk Heart in Free Verse More Like This
like a new fish,
caught against the rocks.
You once let me hold it
in my hands
and I trembled at its weight
and the way it beat
so fiercely under my fingers -
too many birds
holding up the sky.
You offered to make me
one of my own -
monstrous and simple,
out of silk and pins
to tuck under my coat
But the truth is,
I only like yours
because it reminds me
and the clouds in your smile
every time it rains.
SkinI like your skin visceral,Skin in Free Verse More Like This
dirty with meaning -
a rampant offering
to the night.
I want your lips stuttering,
sounds feral and damp -
cleaving to my chest.
Just peel me, angel -
let those tender wings
bruise these bones
and send me
ViolinI remember the dayViolin in Free Verse More Like This
you told me violins
were strung with cat gut
and that is why
you hated music
(who says that to a child?)
I followed you
all that summer.
I watched you
grow away from mother -
your whiskey held better conversations
and all she did was cry.
We'd sit cross-legged on the porch
and count the horseflies
settling on our lunch.
You would drown tadpoles
in a bucket
surprised they could not swim
and I would dream
of cherry popsicles.
And when night would gather
on the sidewalk
I'd hold my breath
until a star appeared.
Don't bother making wishes
you'd tell me -
stars are dead weight in heaven
and God has cloth ears.
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
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
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
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.
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.
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
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.
Justifications and Salted Smiles"I don't think I'm holding on any longerJustifications and Salted Smiles in Free Verse More Like This
I'm diving in.
I wish that you would see,
there's a magical land at the bottom of the ocean
where waterproof lungs let you be
everything you've dreamed.
You can bury underneath the sand
and not be found-
it's the land that's been promised to me
in late night whispers
and burnt tears
wasted on things that don't matter.
I know it's real,
broken minds can't lie
and I can feel it in my bones-
there's something more.
What other reasons would we live for?
They say you inhale saltwater
and exhale enlightenment.
The waves pour over you
and finally make you clean (pure)
No one knows where you are
so your problems don't follow
and neither does time.
It all fades away
until you disintegrate
like your worries.
You can only get there
with a heart that doesn't beat
because humans' empty brains
You need to be all the way gone
I want to go and find myself
and live the dreams I never had.
I swear, it's not that bad-