RA TV script episode oneRA TV script episode one in Sketches More Like This
Greetings, fans of Romantically Apocalyptic
Today, we present to you the script for RA episode ONE as a pilot episode, composed by several writers from the RA production team (Rythmear, Oddshot and Alexiuss)
Because this is a 100% DeviantArt production and we have NO budget or corporate support- it is now up to YOU whether this episode and further episodes will be released.
I will now proceed to outline the costs of filming this episode and explain how you can help out, so I can release this episode for everyone here on DeviantArt, and make MORE episodes in the future, using already purchased props to make this the FIRST DeviantArt hosted, and fan sponsored TV show.
Renting a van for a week to get to filming location (abandoned hotel): $500
4 character outfits, props and sandwiches to feed actors for durat
Erika's Old Big Sister 1With it being a lazy Saturday and her morning cartoons having ended, Marie Swanson was in the backyard playing. Since the change had greatly affected her life, moments like these were the only ones she didn't get angry about. Running aimlessly around the grass like a little kid was really pretty fun, even if she had no clue what she was doing. She climbed up to the top of her little plastic slide, the one that was just about as tall as her, and threw her blankie over her shoulders, pretending to be a superhero.Erika's Old Big Sister 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Soon enough though it was early afternoon and the rush of energy she had been getting from her cartoons and the sugar cereal she ate watching them was wearing off. Trying her best to suppress a yawn, Marie pulled her blankie off and carried it inside, stretching her arms as she did so. Entering the house brought noise to her little ears from the kitchen, and deciding she was thirsty, the once-teen-now-toddler strolled in.
"Mommy?" Her mother was seated at the breakfast table, lo
Sitter Sitting Part 4Kevin found that changing a diaper turned out to be a rather odd affair. You just get used to having clothes that slide on and off your body without being torn in any way. Diapers however have to be sort've assembled once you fit them on. They were like button-up shirts, only they were underwear. Kevin at least was able to figure out how they were supposed to fit on, which was more then Jenn had done.Sitter Sitting Part 4 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Cooooold," whined Cindy, starting to kick her feet again. "Go change me!"
"Hang on!" Hearing Geoff giggling next to him, Kevin managed to grab the toddlers moving legs, "I'm almost done, alright?"
Realigning the diaper, Kevin managed to fix the tapes on in spite of the girls wiggling. He sighed peacefully, picking the girl up and setting her on her stubby little legs. As it turned out- the nine-year-old's attempt at changing a diaper wasn't perfect. It was uneven around her waist and drooping somewhat between her thigh.
"Hmph..." Cindy for her felt weird wearing a diaper; It was somehow
Erika's Old Big Sister FinaleOn Monday, Marie woke up to a bright, cheery morning, and was actually looking forward, for the first time, to going to daycare. As she was put into the play area, seeing all the toys and kids her age strewn before her, a genuine smile laid enormous on her face.Erika's Old Big Sister Finale in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Veronica, naturally, was worried, "Uh... Marie, are you alright?"
"Uh-huh!" Responded the three-year-old with a simple nod.
After giving her youngest daughter a calculating look, Veronica asked, "You aren't going to start any trouble, are you?"
"Nope!" At once, all smiles, Marie toddled away into the horde of kids with a quick, simple, "Bye, Mommy!"
Confused at the sudden change in demeanor, but not enough to try jinxing it, Veronica made her exit out the door and back to the car. Now left to her own devices, Marie was soon toddling happily through the floor, wondering what she should do first. Could go get some juice, or try to score some cookies or-
"Bein' a widdew kid stinks!"
No mistaking that whiney little voice. Marie mad
Handing Out Candy Part 1There was a little jingle above the door as she entered. She was a clearly blond girl, but it was also clear that there were light streaks of pink mixed in with it; on her face she wore a smile on her face visible to all who took even the slightest of looks at her, and for good reason - this was a job that excited her, one that she had been looking forward to for forever now.Handing Out Candy Part 1 in Short Stories More Like This
"Hi! My name's Candace Mann. I'm--"
"Heh. Gimme a little credit, I remember ya." The girl behind the counter wore an expression on her face that indicated that she wasn't quite the usual person to hold a job like this, but she was smiling all the same. Just in a reserved, maybe a little withdrawn way. "You'll need to come to the back and get introduced to some things. New folks have certain issues they need to address before they can start, you know?"
Candace nodded understandingly, giving out a little, "Okay!" in the process before following along like an obedient puppy.
As she was led through the entrance room t
Erika's Old Big Sister 5Okay, noon on the dot. Marie looked up and down the food court, a deep frown remaining on her face. No sign of her potential boyfriend- wouldn't be hard to miss since he was tall like Sarah... As she stood by waiting, she sighed. People who were always late drove her crazy.Erika's Old Big Sister 5 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Still, she couldn't blow this. She wanted to pick up her life where she left off- and where it left off happened to be Mark. Guess she just had to wait for him.
In that case, better go to the children's play area, she thought, turning to walk in that direction. It was safer there since it had grown-ups watching and they had cool stuff to do. Maybe she could get one of the other kids to share their jui-
Wait, what? No! No, no no! Halfway between the food court and the play area, Marie ground immediately to a halt. She didn't go to the play area anymore! 10 and under! That was it! Not for a sixteen-year old!
God, what was wrong with her? With a deep inhale and a slow, calming exhale, Marie tried to get a grip on herse
Sitter Sitting Part 6Dinner passed slowly and without much incident beyond normal chit-chat. Kevin and Jenn were given extra-large slices so they could share it with the babies, who were surprisingly well-behaved through the whole thing. The bigger kids' talk went over their heads for the most part, so they instead looked at each other under the table, making faces and giggling at each other. Kevin, Susie, and Jenn for their part talked about their different teachers at school, the odd habits of their parents, and strange disciplinary measures of both (the two non-regressed kids winding up terrified at Susie's recountings of spankings). Squeezing the babies, they joked about diaper duty, and Jenn to her displeasure wound up being told she had to handle it next time someone needed it.Sitter Sitting Part 6 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The little ones held their sippy cups, tugging on the shirts of the big kid in whose lap they sat when they wanted to be fed. Each time the pizza was held to their mouths for them to eat, nobody caring about biting over someon
Sitter Sitting Part 3"Kevin?"Sitter Sitting Part 3 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The blonde boy didn't enjoy being so suddenly roused out of his deep sleep. At feeling his shoulder being gently nudged, he only sleepily groaned, moving his bicep to get the hand off it.
"Kevin, get up! Th-This is really important!"
Whoever this was sounded pretty scared, Kevin could tell that even in his tired brain. With another sleepy moan, he mustered the effort and sat up, eyes barely open. As he rubbed one, his vision cleared slightly. The fog was gone, the scent of sugar just barely lingering.
Jenn was there before him. While Kevin thought she was terrified a moment ago, she really just looked more scared. Very dimly, the boy became aware that this was still the kitchen, "What... what happened? The smog did..."
"It's gone!" proclaimed the little girl, nodding vigorously. I covered my face wif' a blanket from the living room an' opened the door."
As if to illustrate, she pointed to the locked door at the corner of the room, which led into the backyard. The warm summer a
Erika's Old Big Sister Alt End...... "N-No... I..."Erika's Old Big Sister Alt End in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
That didn't just happen. It was physically impossible for Marie to have possibly heard those words coming out of her sister's mouth. Erika Swanson did not do things like that, and certainly not to her. The teenager sat there silently on the carpet, tears sliding down her cheek and landing on her chest as she let that speech sink in, cutting her to the core.
None of it made any sense, she reasoned, a sob slipping out from between her lips when she wasn't looking. It was all spite-filled lies from some jealous, petty little baby who hated everyone else because they were happier then... she....
Stunned, numb down to her very center, Marie stared intently at the door to her sister's room. "I... A-Am I really..."
The teenager gave a loud sniffle. Maybe she shouldn't pursue Erika further... Maybe she needed to stop blaming everyone else for her problems and think things over...
.... NO! What was she thinking?! She wasn't going to change anything! It was Erika's fault th
Erika's Old Big Sister 6While the past twenty-four hours had been a roller coaster of emotions to a certain little girl who was already very anxious, naptime at least offered a much-needed rest from all the recent occurrences brought on by the perfume just yesterday. Curled up in her bed, snuggling with her favorite Unicorn and suckling on her thumb, sleep seemed to be one of the few ways Erika could ever become calm and peaceful.Erika's Old Big Sister 6 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"MMPH?!" Erika shot bolt upright in bed, a sense of deja vu washing over her as a number of objects on her shelf; pencil cups, notebooks, music sheet, were thrown loudly to the ground. Plucking her thumb out of her mouth and glancing hurriedly around the room, dread and fear soon washed over her as Marie swam into focus, standing imposingly by her desk.
"Well. Now that the big baby is up from her nap...." Giving sinisterly, Marie began strolling casually, dangerously, over toward the infant, "I think it's time we had a talk."
Talking alone with Marie. With that expression on
Erika's Old Big Sister 3Several hours after the two other Swanson sisters just developed a firm, albeit one-sided rivalry, saw the baby of the family (now both in age as well as social position), sitting on the couch, holding the phone to her ear.Erika's Old Big Sister 3 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"But you sound nervous," said the voice on the other end of the phone. "Y'know, more than usual."
"Mm..." Wiggling her diapered bottom, Erika mumbled out, "Just... Stuff happened today that's all. Talking to you helps though."
"Yeah?" From the sound of his voice, Erika could tell Tim was smiling on the other side. "Heh... You think you might want to do something on Saturday? We could try and set something up."
"Oooo..." Smiling at the idea, the eleven-year-old-baby nodded, "Th-That sounds like it'd be really fun! What'dja have in mi-"
Erika gave a yelp of fear when she heard Marie's voice. The sixteen year old was marching boldly down the stairs, one hand holding a tiny scrap of paper, the other with a tiny pint of ice cream that included a spoon stuck
Androphobiai was stitched lips and a flightless raven heart-Androphobia in Free Verse More Like This
all sex and a contorting spine;
his own lips engraving 'kiss me's' on empty stars.
& between you and me: i feared his teeth,
& tongue, & honest organs-
with skin that begged, 'please, don't touch me.'
don't touch me.
don't fucking touch me.
i am not soft.
there is a war raging in my lungs,
screaming through the uncharted galaxies
of my wanderlust heartstrings.
i am not soft.
i am lust, & war, & envy
i am sin,
& the kind of prosetry yet to be proofread.
but he wanted to claim my guarded ghost eyes
and crossed legs.
'justlet me hold you.'
his callused hands were cancer,
my still body, a clock.
Therapists, I don't like their taste.i.Therapists, I don't like their taste. in Free Verse More Like This
in 7th grade
i didn’t know depression
until she told me her name,
carving forever scratches
along my limbs like
little love notes on the bark
of a tree.
she stole my rings
and left me hollow.
i had only ever met anxiety
in passing, until one day
he handed me power and told me
to hurt someone else with it.
with an uncontrollable
quivering in my fingers,
he whispered, “ to survive,
you must learn quickly.”
as i shoved the bevel of a needle
into a strangers arm.
so, if a therapist
could talk away my scars
like iodine disinfects,
guide the ships
through the storm of my mind
like a lighthouse-
instead of pills,
if a therapist could
give me the strength
i might just
take my chances.
roadkillYou told meroadkill in Free Verse More Like This
I was November’s ambrosia
sweet on your tongue.
But now all I feel
is discord, sieging
the 3,000 year old tree
inside of me.-
Centuries to grow so tall
9 mere minutes to
You no longer smile anymore.
And I am here,
silent as stone-
the carcass of a dead...
hoping you don't leave me
on the side of the road.
It is 9 in the afternoon& I have forgottenIt is 9 in the afternoon in Free Verse More Like This
how to write in poetics-
tongue kissed & gaping like
a siren missing from her sea.
I have been coughing up black
for days. Unable to clean the taste
from my mouth, these broken
typewriter keys sewn into my
fingertips scream something fierce.
They ache with longing
to tell of a story
that left them
for a better high
a story that never deserved
to make a home under the skin,
to crawl breech through an
-& out through the wrists
of young girls much too ripe
to fall from their beds.
I am so damn tired
of looking over railings
& wondering what
it would feel like
How to love a poet: Expect them to be flawed,How to love a poet: in Free Verse More Like This
a field of wild flowered-
& an inability
Love them anyway.
Know that when they look at you
they are noticing the little things.
Please,don’t make mePlease, in Free Verse More Like This
fall in love with you,
I don’t want to remember you,
those Sunday morning
or the way your
lost boy eyes always,
always found a way
to find mine.
There are only so many times
I can allow you to slice
through my scar tissue
before I finally
How did you get those scars?And I asked her,How did you get those scars? in Free Verse More Like This
"Do you remember
why I counted tiles-
sat in silence for hours,
wishing on the black holes
in my pockets?"
Stuttering against quiet delusions,
She bit a vintage tongue.
I tried to bury myself alive that night,
just to engrave the taste of rose thorn monsters
between the cracks of my glass skin."
Licking dry lips,
She asked to taste them.
NecromancyShe thinks there are nebulaeNecromancy in Free Verse More Like This
in the rough of my gutter bones,
some stargazing sanctuary
for lonely outcasts to lay their heads.
I am but a car crash,
& red inked corrections
on crosshatched skin.
Made up of moans,
the clutching of bedsheets;
I am contemplating
ripping my ribs apart
I never had a heart at all.
But my moon shy love;
she is determined
to try & wake the dead.
What friends areIf I were to die,What friends are in Free Verse More Like This
I would want you by my side
I would want to hold your hand
And tell you not to cry
If I were to die,
I would tell you to be strong
Tell you not to doubt yourself
The way I’ve done all along
If I were to die,
I would go with a smile
Because it would be perfect,
Even just for awhile
If I were to die,
I would tell you so many things…
All the secrets you pretend not to know,
Everything I’ve kept within.
All the time we spent together
I had always known
That our friendship would last forever
But most importantly of all
If I were to die,
I would assure you, my friend
That everything will be okay
Just be yourself ‘till the end
But since I’m not dying
I will keep this words for me,
Tell you only meaningless stuff
Play with you all day long
‘Cause I love to see you happy.
SometimesSometimes the sky criesSometimes in Free Verse More Like This
So it’s okay to be sad
Sometimes the sun shines
And you become happy again
Sometimes you get nervous
And you don’t know what to do
Sometimes it seems worthless
But I’ll be there for you
Sometimes you look up
And try to count the stars
Sometimes time’s up
But it won’t be too far
Sometimes nothing happens
As you want it to
Sometimes it doesn’t matter
Just do what you want to do
Sometimes you are afraid
Of the monsters under your bed
Sometimes choices are made
And then a sea of tears is shed
New MeStarting now I am not the sameNew Me in Free Verse More Like This
I rush to the goal, feeling no pain
I know my legs won't last that long
Forgive me heart, just a little more
With one last step,
I reach the end.
Finally, I yell
Taking a short breath
This is the beginning of a new life
Full of joy, happy days and lovely surprises
I run the track that I chose
I don't really do what I'm proposed
So forgive me for doing what I do
But I'm not sorry 'cause I won't do it for you
For now I wish upon a star,
As you slowly leave my broken heart
And the mirrors in my room couldn't be so true
I fell down but get up forgetting all about you
As I reach my goal with a smile on my face,
Dancing in the air with the greatest grace
I leave my old self behind
To search for the one I must find
So from now on, I'm not the same
The only thing old about me is my own name.
Letter From Someone Who CaresDear Alex,Letter From Someone Who Cares in Letters More Like This
How are you doing today? You do not know who I am but, I have seen you many times throughout the neighborhood. First off, I want you to know that I mean you no harm. I am not stalking you nor do I want anything from you. Something happened to you and I am just concerned. I just want to make sure that you are alright. You see, as I made my way home from work last night, I just happened to look to my left and saw you sitting in the roof of your house. I had no idea what had happened or of the pain that you were feeling at that time.
I could see all of the sadness as tears ran down your face. Like a waterfall it cascaded down your cheeks and onto the floor below you. I stood silently outside of your house and tried to see just what it was that you were searching for so intently in the sky. I didn’t see anything out there but, when I looked down at the your bedroom window there was a large bottle of alcohol an
To Share..To share a hugTo Share.. in Free Verse More Like This
To share a tear
To share love and kill the fear
To share pain
To share love
To share something from above
To share heat
To share cold
To live together and grow old
To share a house
To share a heart
To be close when you're apart
To share is not a word or a verb
Is more than an emotion, it is superb
It brings us hope, and shows who's true
But it's not as great if it's not with you.
There are still friendsA little rose knocked on my doorThere are still friends in Free Verse More Like This
Crying and sobbing it couldn't stand no more
Oh little rose why do you cry?
Because its garden had withered and died
A little bird flew my way
Carrying sorrows from yesterday
Oh little bird why so much sorrow?
Because its eggs wouldn't hatch tomorrow
A little butterfly flew inside my room
With wings painted in colors of gloom
Oh little butterfly, why are you so sad?
Because its sky was blue, now its red
I might not see the tears in your beautiful eyes
But I see your fears behind that disguise
Now don't you worry
And don't be scared
When the day is not sunny
You still have your friends
That StarQuietly I stare at and wonder about that starThat Star in Free Verse More Like This
Why its shimmering beauty has to be so far?
Even at the darkest night using its mystical glance
It shines trough the darkness, illuminating suspense
Whenever life is a struggle I can find you there
And I want to keep you because you care
A sweet sense of calmness is what I then feel
Helps me breathing, makes me real
In times when my life seems nothing but a bore,
I'll laugh and be happy if I look to you, of that I'm sure
So wherever I am, doesn't matter, I can see
That star as it shines so beautifully
Best gift you will ever have, don't you agree?
That star is there for you whenever you need.
Bus LoveDave always took the same bus every morning for 2 years. And in the short trip he made to his next stop he had the chance to see so many different people it became boring riding the bus.Bus Love in Short Stories More Like This
But one day was not the same. There was someone else; someone he’s never seen before or maybe he was just too distracted listening to the worn out songs on his IPhone he didn’t notice this girl.
She was special. He could tell just by the simple fact her perfume caught his attention. That BlueBerry Brit was the exact same his boss used but it smells better on the mysterious lady with the yellow hat.
He had a new reason to ride the bus. Every morning he would wake up and think of new things to talk to her about but then remember the trip would be too short so he even prayed to God there was an accident so they could be together a little longer.
Days passed and those who were a mere business manager and a florist that met by chance on the bus, were now boyfriend and girlfriend, two fated souls
Something like a Memo - 10, Rainbows“I want to see rainbows.”Something like a Memo - 10, Rainbows in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Aaaahhh. Millions of colors connected through a thin layer of air. Light dispersed in the sky subtly joining hands at the speed of thousands hugs. Nothing like a beautiful rainbow to make a girl smile. I think rainbows would be the most beautiful if they actually had the shape of a happy smile instead of a colored sad one. There are lots of fantasies involving rainbows from the golden treasure at the end to the happiness fairy that sprinkled her magic dust over the clouds. Anyway, it is sure a great view to see something so inexplicably pretty specially if you are with the ones you love.
Unfortunately, life has a darker side. A side where there are no rainbows and ponies, just dark skies and polluted rivers. A side of despair and cries for help. A place where the need of love and warmth drains the few drops of blood in our veins and where the smallest smile is a lie. Life’s shitty sometimes. Even when we want a sunny day and we try our
Does that make me Different?I wear make up. Does that make me fake?Does that make me Different? in Free Verse More Like This
I cry. Does that make me emo?
I have male friends. Does that make me slutty?
I smile a lot. Does that make me weird?
I laugh loud. Does that make me preppy?
I have anxiety. Does that make me a freak?
I have Bipolar Disorder. Does that make me abnormal?
I respect people. I change for me, and only me. I have a past, but I know I have a future.
Does that make me different?
But at least it makes me
Daddy, Please Daddy....Daddy, don't lie to me, I wanna knowDaddy, Please Daddy.... in Free Verse More Like This
Where is she hiding, and why did she go?
Daddy, don't lie to me, please, pretty please
It's like I can hear her voice within the breeze.
Daddy, don't lie to me, where did she run?
Daddy, I know all the things you have done.
Daddy, don't lie to me, I've seen her scars
Hidden from me like the faraway stars.
Daddy, don't tell me, I don't wanna hear
I'm hoping these thoughts are just worries, just fears.
Daddy, don't tell me, I can't stand the facts
I just wanna think this is some silly act.
Daddy, I love you, you know this is true
But honestly, why do you do what you do?
Daddy, I saw you when you pushed her down
She screamed and she cried, and you made not a sound.
Daddy, I saw you when you stabbed her back
She fell to the floor and again, you attacked.
Daddy, I saw when you stole her goodbyes
And Daddy, I saw when you silenced her cries.
Daddy, don't lie to me, I know the truth...
You hurt her, you killed her, you've darkened my youth.
Daddy, don't hu
Rainbow DustRainbow Dust in Free Verse More Like This
Stars made of nightmares and skies made of fears
Hearts made of glass and a home built of tears
Cries made of silence and words made of knives
Dreams of the struggle to simply survive
Souls made of paper and minds made of flames
She is a piece of their loveliest game
No longer can she feel more than disgust
Even a rainbow does turn into dust…
You're Not?You're anorexic if you're thinYou're Not? in Free Verse More Like This
You're not? Then you're obese.
If you're different, you're insane
You're not? Then you're a fake.
If you're happy, you're hiding something.
You're not? You must be emo.
If you're dating, you're a slut.
You're not? You must have no friends.
If you're popular, you're a jerk.
You're not? You're a nobody.
If you're quiet, you must be disabled.
You're not? You obnoxious freak.
If you're you, you're wrong.
Then you must be perfect.
SchizophreniaSmile.Schizophrenia in Free Verse More Like This
"What are you doing?"
Trying to escape.
Look behind you.
Are they there?
You'll never understand it.
Rip your hair out.
Cover your ears.
They want you to die.
They're out for you.
Shut the door.
Lock it again.
"Are you okay?"
You'll never make it.
Fall to the ground.
"What are you doing?"
"What are you going through?"
"What's wrong with you?"
... "I don't know."
I AmI am the shadow, and I am the lightI Am in Free Verse More Like This
I am the sunlight, and I am the night
I am the battle, and I am the fighter
I am the water, and I am the fire
I am a raindrop just ready to fall
I am the world, and yet…
No one at all.
I am not a stereotypeSlide the blade across your wrist.I am not a stereotype in Free Verse More Like This
"Doesn't it hurt?"
I can't feel anything.
Punch your own stomach.
Does it hurt yet?
"Why do you do that?"
The pain makes me feel alive.
"I don't know."
"What's wrong with you?"
I'm dead inside.
I'm just depressed.
Stare at your arms.
"What are you doing?"
I just have low self esteem.
I'm just human.
I'm just me.
Selfish Suicide"People who kill themselves are selfish."Selfish Suicide in Free Verse More Like This
Well, darling, let me tell you a story,
A story all too true.
A daughter who became a wife, a wife who became a mother.
A mother of three girls...
One just above the age of a toddler,
One at the age of twelve,
And one entering the life of a married adult.
Now, the youngest girl was watching television,
And the oldest at the neighbor's home.
The twelve year old daughter sat at a computer with her closest friend,
When something terrifying happened.
Her mother was in the kitchen, coughing.
The daughter, although unable to see her mother, only could imagine the situation.
The mother walked calmly past the daughter with tears rushing down her face,
And up the stairs she went,
Into her bedroom...
Locking the door behind her.
The daughter, hearing the door lock, didn't bother to check on her mother.
She decided to expect and hope for the best.
Five, maybe ten minutes passed, the daughter still sitting at the computer,
When the mother stumbled down the
A Very Short StoryA Very Short Story in Short Stories More Like This
Everyone was two inches tall.
A new beginningThe time has come. After days of consideration and planning and then more days of getting our affairs together it's time. Tonight Anastasia and I will merge and wake up better than new. I've been waiting for this moment for years, the moment when I can just peacefully go to sleep and know that everything that matters will carry on just fine without me. I clean the house, I make the bed and I settle on top of the sheets. With a gentle nudge I go to sleep and with just a whisper of effort I set events going.A new beginning in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I fall asleep into empty space where I find 'Stasia.
It's almost like taking our music collections on our outdated and corrupted piles of CDs and putting them onto one, new, shiney hard drive. We aren't modifying the originals but rather creating a whole new space. Memory by memory, moment by moment. Where we both have a memory we take the original or the most clear. It's not in any pre-determined order, we copy over memories as and when we decide we
Tough break part 3I hear the music of the whiskey filling up my glass as I think how to begin my story. I'm gonna have to strip it down to the bare facts like some of the girls strip away those tiny details that don't interest the punters. "How do I know.. well it started with a couple of them visiting the club a bit too often for my taste. They weren't there for the girls or the music..they were asking questions about whether we had anyone 'special' working there. They had a fairly good description of who they wanted; mostly my 'talents' though rather than what I looked like thankfully...." I trail off as I collect the thoughts that've fallen into my glass and started to drown.Tough break part 3 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Talents, plural. I've met a lot of folks 'lucky' enough to be born with something a little extra, like reading thoughts or telling lies so well they could tell ya the sky was green and you'd think all the grey eas just a trick of the light. Not known many been able to do more than one thing though. Folk like us are a rar
shellshock"Today I woke to a rain of blood" the lyrics sound ominously accurate.shellshock in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I sit in front of my trenchcoat, music deafeningly loud through my proper DJing headphones, making patterns of light on it from my laser pen as i work my magic on it. I miss the old coat, it served me well from around my 14th birthday to a few weeks ago when it vanished into thin air. This one will hopefully be just as good if not better and it'll at least make me feel safer.
I had to suppress the urge to curl up in a ball when I get to the word "safe". Safe is for people with less complicated lives. How do I get back to feeling safe living with someone who could have killed me? Memories of the warnings rise up. The coat finished I sneak a glance at vaughan. Sitting there quietly as far as I can tell..peacefully? that doesn't sound right even to me. He sounded distraught earlier when he told me. I squeeze my eyes shut and block out that conversation. He sounded upset and under any
dreaming of wolvesRunning, feet thwacking down on the ground, I can hear my breath like a steam train next to me puffing and panting as I run desperately. I can't remember why I'm running but I know it's important that I don't stop to think otherwise It will catch me and I'll be torn appart. I can feel myself slowing as the puffing turns into sobbing until I just slump down onto the floor and rest my head on my knees as I cry my heart out.dreaming of wolves in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I feel rather than see or hear the presence next to me. I catch my tears and force the sobbing down and tilt my head so I can see. The wolf looms next to me, lips and ears pulled back as it snarls. I want to look away but I'm transfixed by the bundle of power and energy next to me. I feel the panic dissipate and acceptance or resignation take its place. I put a hand out to touch the fur of this snarling death sentence.. funny, it's softer than I thought and wet. I take my hand away and even without breaking eye contact I can tell it's blood. fresh blood. I breathe dee
Confession- it's always the quiet ones....I creep into Vaughan's room, his door isn't properly closed in case he wants to get out so I don't feel as much like I'm intruding. When I look in he's back to being human again just as I dreamt. That might make things more awkward but right now I just want to be close to someone...him? I don't want to lose anyone else and he's one of the few people from before who's still here. I shiver and consider putting more clothes on..this gets dismissed instantly- he's never minded nudity before. I'm asleep almost as soon as my head touches his chest.Confession- it's always the quiet ones.... in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I wake up slowly. The feeling of warmth and safety, body heat.. whose? It doesn't seem like something I need to worry about yet so I just enjoy it. I lie like this probably for a few minutes until it comes back to me. I'm in Vaughan's room, am I in the way? I open my eyes and stop leaning, pushing myself up onto an elbow then stretching the kinks out where muscles have cooled. I don't want to look straight at him this early i
making progress and snowflakesI hurry back from classes. I'm going to be late. I hate being late even if I have a good excuse and the person I'm going to see doesn't like excuses except as a tool to pick me apart.making progress and snowflakes in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I arrive breathless and 2 minutes 40 seconds late. I know this because she's sat with a stopwatch and announces it as I walk in.
I open my mouth to apologise then swiftly shut it. I sit down as calmly as I can opposite her, compose myself. "Good afternoon. I hope you're well"
She raises an eyebrow "Well enough but that's not why you're here. We're here to talk about you" I nod but keep quiet. Waiting for her to carry on and get to what she wants to discuss. "To talk about you and your.. issues." She pauses for effect. Always does. I think it's meant to make me fill in the gap but I don't. Eventually she carries on.
"Firstly we could talk about what you were about to say when you came in?" her face is open and sympathetic and I don't trust it one bit.
"I was about to apologise for being late" I see the loo
dreamsI lie so close I can hear his heartbeat. Heart of a serial killer? Junkie? Soldier? I don't know what he really is, if he IS just one thing. All I know and all I care about right now is he's warm and he'll always try to keep me safe. I push all doubt away, can't be bothered with them right now. I want the trust. So I ignore thoughts, let myself drift and I fall asleep listening to the low lub-dup, lub-dup of his heart.dreams in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I'm somewhere else. The dream, I'm having the dream again. I can tell from the first second and I'm trapped until the last moment when the bodies disappear and the lake turns red as it has so many times before. I wake with a slight start then relax and look at the time. Through the shaking I see that Vaughan's still asleep and I hope for once he's not having the dream. Hopefully he's having more pleasant dreams. When the shaking settles I go back to sleep safe in the knowledge that the repeated dream means that the worst hasn't happened yet.
I drift awak
dear man of my dreamsI dreamt about you again. I always seem to see you, man of my dreams. When I sleep you're there and it's like you're waiting for someone..but not me.dear man of my dreams in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I was having normal dreams full of clowns turning into hankerchiefs and ther custard pies turning into doves in mid flight. The kind of dreams I can pick appart Freudian-style and are comfortingly always about how crap my sex life is... Then I stumbled into your world. It doesn't feel as safely false as everything else. It's too real, too sharp, too familiar for comfort. It feels more like a memory and yet like nothing I've ever seen. I don't know if you're real and I just see you every day or if my subconcious has made you up and thrown you at me just to be a pain but you feel real. I hate that.
I dreamt about you again and saw you once again sitting in that clearing waiting for someone to arrive and not even seeing me. You look so sad that I want to go and talk but you soon get bored and go away. Even th
Chances of Surviving Cartoons Chapter 5Dear God,Chances of Surviving Cartoons Chapter 5 in Humor More Like This
Why do I have to go through this? I am not a person who rejects strange people and new experiences. I actually enjoy things that are kind of "different" and I am thankful for all the interesting memories you allowed me to have. Yet, being eaten is a little too extreme for me. Though I am grateful for you letting me experience something interesting; may you please leave cannibals out of my next little adventure please? I wish to live, so I can have a later little adventure after my next little adventure.
Probably Going To See You Very Soon,
P.S. - Bless whoever called the cannibal.
I am not sure why I am praying to God when I don't know anything about religion and I'm not a Muslim.
After I was done muttering that little prayer (distress call); I began to listen to my captor's conversation with the phone. Well, he wasn't saying anything, just listening to the rambling female voice that came out of the little speaker. He had one arm wrapped around my torso while he other
Chances of Surviving Cartoons Chapter 4You know how in horror movies when you know when someone is about to die, like how when the lights go out or all the doors close by themselves.Chances of Surviving Cartoons Chapter 4 in Humor More Like This
When the blond goes down into the basement.
Well anyways, you know how when some kid is playing with his toys and this possessed clown doll decides that it's going to turn its head by itself. I sort of feel like that kid right now. My climber plushy is not supposed to move. Yet, here he is with a sweet smile and uneven eyes. He was still holding out the pastel for me to take back, which I slowly did. I looked back to his drawn face and noticed the eye I drew looked horrible compared to the rest of his face that he drew. This made me feel inferior. Then Climber got this shy look on his face and averted his eyes away, which was probably because I was doing Julia's staring thing.
"Um, excuse me miss .." Climber started.
"Serene, my name is Serene." I interrupted him. Climber looked at me and then smiled, apparently forgetting about me staring
Chances of Surviving Cartoons Chapter 2...And they were glaring at meChances of Surviving Cartoons Chapter 2 in Humor More Like This
"Hey there." Mike said as he stepped to the front of the group. He was the big boss; the rest of the team was there for decoration. He is the main cause of suffering I experienced during my lovely stay at this school. You see, Mike has tormented me ever since I accidently spilled my lunch on him (yes, it actually was an accident and yes, I apologized.) Now he sticks gum in my hair, throws pencils at my face, and other things that a kindergartener would think of. Now here he is, looking ready to break someone in half. He started walking a little closer to me.
"Do you remember that recent football game?" He asked, slowly coming closer to me as he spoke. "You remember that thief that the school couldn't identify, the one who jacked our stuff? I think we finally found who he... or she is."
Wow, smarter than I thought
"It took awhile, I admit that much, but we have finally found out who made us experience the most freaked up time of our lives."
He keeps on yam
Chances of Surviving Cartoons Chapter 1School...Chances of Surviving Cartoons Chapter 1 in Humor More Like This
The work that a child has to do, takes place at school. So yes, it will make you ticked, happy, hopeful, dedicated, miserable, stressed, crazy, relieved, and sometimes suicidal. Yet, it is preparation for life after your parents kick you out. School not only advances your education, but it teaches you that your "Mommy" is not always going to be around to do your homework and buy your living needs (like your so called necessary stash of gum). You have to pull your own weight sooner or later. None of my classmates are able to get this little factor screwed far enough in their skulls to stay. So here I am, with a bunch of idiot classmates, who still have their parents brush their teeth for them. They will not shut up about how that one girl is such a sleaze, or that big shopping trip, or about that time when all of our jocks locked my friend in his locker and forgot him there. Why they did it I do not know but Johnny stayed in that locker for almost two days. A janitor found him
Chances of Surviving Cartoons Ch. 3I walked into the concrete kitchen (it's concrete because the once wooden flooring and walls kind of... Blew up) and picked up the phone. I picked up the phone and dialed Julia's home. Then I remembered that Julia is probably on her way to the airport, so then I had to call her cell phone. As the phone was ringing I noticed something, or the lack of something. I can't hear the rain anymore; it must have stopped raining. I turned to look out the kitchen window, right above the sink to see if I was right. I didn't see any rain, but I saw the strangest thing a person could possibly see.Chances of Surviving Cartoons Ch. 3 in Humor More Like This
I saw Julia.
She was looking at me, really creepy. I stood staring at her form that came out of nowhere with a phone held to my ear. I wasn't really sure what to do honestly, so I stared at her frizzy hair madness. She smiled and waved at me. In a "monkey see monkey do" moment; I waved back. After getting some sense back in my skull I finally spoke.
"Are you who I think you are?" I asked. Julia looked at m
Chances of Surviving Cartoons : Chapter 7“Serene!”Chances of Surviving Cartoons : Chapter 7 in Humor More Like This
“IT’S TWO A.M.!”
“IT DOESN’T TAKE MUCH TO GET OUT OF BED!”
“I DON’T WANT TO HEAR YOU GRIPE ABOUT HOW YOU SLEPT IN!”
My eyes cracked open at the sound of my phone alarm. Mason’s prerecorded yelling blasted out of the little device. I breathed in deeply and exhaled.
“IF YOU’RE STILL HEARING THIS; YOU ARE TAKING TOO LONG TO GET UP!”
I groaned and rolled over to shut off my phone. Cold air rushed under the sheets when my arms left the covers. I shivered violently and my teeth clattered. I breathed in and flung the covers off my body.
I could have sworn it was summer.
I swung my feet over the side and stretched. After brushing my teeth and washing my face, I went downstairs. Once I arrived to the base floor, I heard what sounded like an eagle come from the T.V. room. I walked in to see Animal Planet coming back from a commercial. Climber was sitting
Chances of Surviving Cartoons Chapter 6No one said anything for a few seconds after Julia’s outburst of fangirl. Rellik was giving the wall a brooding look. Chimbley was giving me looks that translated into something like ‘She’s crazy.’ Climber was gazing curiously at Julia’s cheek ripping grin and waggling hands. Mizuno was watching Julia; confused. He was tense from her recent spazz and shaking slightly. He continued to glance at one person to another suspiciously.Chances of Surviving Cartoons Chapter 6 in Humor More Like This
Mason was drooling in her sleep.
I directed my gaze towards Mizuno. “What’s your name?” His eyes darted towards me before he slowly turned his head towards me. He didn’t respond to my question. Julia was still hyped up and jumping around. “Julia stop it!” She froze almost instantly and shot her gaze to me. Mizuno began to slowly slide in a defensive position. His entire body began to shiver. “My name is Serene.” I said gesturing to myself. “This is my little sister Mason.”
Dont Change MY reality part 3Kaitlyn sat in the playpen for what seemed like an eternity before a daycare worker noticed that she was crying. The worker threaded her arms through the bars of the playpen and softly stroked Kaitlyn's hair.Dont Change MY reality part 3 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Aww sweetie, what's the matter"
Kaitlyn hadn't even noticed the worker and jumped in alarm at the sudden contact, She rubbed her eyes vigorously trying to hide the fact that she had been crying.
"Are you soggy already?"
Kaitlyn blushed and shook her head her agitation getting worse. She wouldn't be able to explain to the worker that only yesterday she had been on the cusp of leaving high school and now she was god knows how many months away from graduating to kindergarten.
She tried to rack her brain for a plausible excuse as to why she was crying.
"Are you sleepy?"
Kaitlyn shook her head again and noticed something that was actually bothering her. Her teeth. It wasn't why she was crying but her mouth ached as if
Dont Change MY reality part 1Kaitlyn sat in the restaurant, the bags of shopping surrounded her feet as she slowly drank her half-fat cappuccino. She appreciated every mouthful, it was good to be off of her feet after such a high intense morning of shopping. The remnants of her Caesar salad lay on the plate before her. Her 18th birthday was going pretty well so far, she had found multiple bargains at several high street stores and she was feeling rather pleased with herself. She brushed some of her long silky ebony hair out of her dark green eyes as she looked at her watch. Her sister was due to be picking her up soon. Elizabeth had promised to come collect her so that Kaitlyn wouldn't need to worry about getting home.Dont Change MY reality part 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She leaned back in the chair feeling relaxed. It was amazing how a good shopping trip could improve her mood. School was due to be over in a week or two. Then it would be onto college. Kaitlyns heart skipped a be
Changing Reality part 1Molly sighed. She should have been happy, it was her 18th birthday in a couple of days, she should be looking forward to the party and the alcohol and one of her final steps into adulthood, but truth of it was, Molly wasn't. Molly wasn't excited at all. She felt disillusioned with life, she was fed up with the constant demands in her life, either from school, from her mom or from her part time job at the family restaurant. She just wished she could go back to simpler times when nothing really mattered other than playing games. She wouldn't tell that to anyone though. Oh no. That would be too much. Instead she would play her part in society, doing as she was told and toeing the line, living on her daydreams of happier, more innocent times.Changing Reality part 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She brushed a strand of her long brown hair out of her brown eyes and adjusted the black hair band that held her hair out of her face. An average looki
Dont Change MY reality part 4Kaitlyn woke and for a split second she recognised the fact that she felt more refreshed and relaxed than she had felt in a long time. She vaguely remembered a dream as it swam out from her memory. It gave her a warm, safe and loving feeling. Then she opened her eyes.Dont Change MY reality part 4 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She was in a car, strapped into a baby's car seat. It was odd being 18 and in a scaled up version of infant accessories. She noted that the fabric had Dora the Explorer on it again and she scowled. What was her mother's obsession with that blasted cartoon? She didn't like the 5 point harness pulling her diaper up more than she would usually be aware of it and exposing it to anyone who cared to look. She was still in the night time diaper she had been put in at the daycare and she poked it, relieved that she was still dry, unless of course she had been changed whilst she had been asleep.
"MOM! Kaitlyn's awake"
Kaitlyn jumped as her sis
Changing Reality Part 2Molly woke the next morning and for a few moments, disorientation hit her as she didn't recognise the room she was in. Then she remembered she was sleeping at Jenny's house. She rolled over in her sleeping bag and came face to face with her large pink teddy bear. That was right. Yesterday she had altered reality to the point where 18 year old teenagers were still going through potty training. She chuckled quietly to herself. What a strange thing to think. It sounded more like something she would expect from a comic book. Not something that had actually happened. She allowed herself a broad grin. This was amazing! It really hadn't been a dream.Changing Reality Part 2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Suddenly the air was knocked out of her as Sarah jumped on top of her and began a tickle attack. Molly was lucky as she was mainly still inside her Blues Clues sleeping bag so the tickling wasn't too severe but she squealed nonetheless fr
Changing Reality Final PartThe three teenage girls sat and played in the playpen happily together. Playing a simple game of catch with a large red ball. Mostly the girls would miss catching the ball and they would go off crawling after it to bring it back. They amused themselves for a while with the game when a carer came and leaned over the playpen bars.Changing Reality Final Part in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Hey girls. Do you want to play in your baby walkers for a while before lunch is ready"
The ball was instantly forgotten as all three girls chimed "YES PLEASE!" eagerly. They crawled to the edge of the playpen and jostled with one another so that they would be picked up first. Molly was gathered up first, she kept her teddy bear close and was carried over to a large baby walker. She was eased into the seat. Her feet didn't quite reach the floor properly so she found herself balanced on her tiptoes and as a result her crotch was taking the majority of her weight pulling her
Dont Change MY reality part 2The morning came and with it, a scream from Kaitlyn's room. Elizabeth was the first one at the door and she barged in to see Kaitlyn standing in the middle of her room hugging her shoulders. Elizabeth could see that her sister's pull-ups were wet and sighed.Dont Change MY reality part 2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Seriously sis, there's no reason to get so upset, it takes time to potty tra...."
"What have you guys done to my room?" Kaitlyn stalked the short distance to her sister and pushed her hard causing Elizabeth to stumble backwards.
"HEY! What are you talking about?" Elizabeth's concern quickly changed to anger and she shoved her younger sister back.
"Just because miss pissy pants can't keep her pants dry."
"MY ROOM! WHY DID YOU CHANGE MY ROOM?"
Angry tears were falling down Kaitlyn's face which caused Elizabeth's anger to disappear to be replaced by confusion. She looked around her sister's room. Everything seemed in order. The preschool toys on the shelves, the bright large story books, the large colourful butterflies, flowers and b
My Boyfriend...My boyfriend doesn't speak to me any more. We used to spend hours talking to each other, snuggled up by the fire, until the sun came up the very next morning. Now: silence.My Boyfriend... in Short Stories More Like This
We used to do so much together, but now he doesn't move from the chair in the corner of the front room. His eyes always follow me wherever I go, but no words are exchanged. Silence.
I bring him a freshly brewed cup of his favourite hot cocoa everyday before I leave for work, but the cup is still full when I come back home. I don't know what I have done wrong - he has been like this since my birthday. It makes me sad... silence.
The idiot now won't even help earn his keep - he hasn't been to work for over a year, so I'm the one having to earn for our right to live. I love him all the same - I always give him a soft kiss on his forehead before I leave. Silence.
He asked me to marry him the year before last. I guess that I was overjoyed at the idea of having someone at my side forever, someone I was not going to
26. Forever and a DayWatching the heavens cry, I clung onto him. His beautiful scent consumed me, and I could feel myself becoming addicted - he was my drug, and I was his dealer.26. Forever and a Day in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I had been so stupid - I had sent him away... but now he was back.
Curling my fingers into his golden locks, I drew him closer to me - our lips touched like a feather. My whole body yearned for him, and his gasp made my shiver. I loved him.
He drew me close and I pressed my head against his chest. Hard times were coming...
"Éternité?" He whispered in my ear. His soft breath tickled the inside of my ear.
The rain was now clouding my vision, but I could still see his ocean-blues smiling down on me.
A smile crept up on my face.
"Forever and a day." I agreed, pressing my lips against his.
A Little Piece of Heaven - ExtractThe rain pounded down from the heavens like tiny shotgun pellets merging into the muddy undergrowth. Olivier sucked in a hiss of breath, inhaling a water droplet that had landed on his damp lips.A Little Piece of Heaven - Extract in Short Stories More Like This
“I told you...” A strong French hiss rolled off his tongue. He flicked his golden hair out of his eyes. “I don’t need an escort.” A spiteful ‘t’ was spat at Xavier who was trailing behind in the mud. “I’m not a child, you know!”
Sending a spray of mud up his trouser leg, Olivier abruptly stopped, whilst a dishevelled Xavier stepped out into the moonlight.
“I’m worried, mien friend – sleep eludes me...” His husky voice shook through his thick German accent. “You have not been yourself lately, und so I thought-”
“Désolé!” Olivier cursed under his breath, in his mother-tongue.
“-You needed company.”
A shaky sigh escaped Olivier’s lips. “Xav’...
Sleep Now, My Doll - A Kuroshitsuji FanFictionSLEEP NOW, MY DOLLSleep Now, My Doll - A Kuroshitsuji FanFiction in Horror More Like This
And to think. I wasn't the one pulling the strings after all.
The desperation to please my admirable master, my pride in serving them for eternity, my everlasting want and need of acceptance praise and a home...
...all of it gone like a flickering flame, a lost spark. I am but a broken doll, quietly yearning for the gentle touch of childish hands. I am no longer the marrionette with the puppeteer at the helm. I am alone. Cold; dark; lost forever. The lights go down, the crimson curtains close. My final performance has ended, and has ended rather too abruptly for my liking. But who am I to judge, to want, to desire, to dream? The show's over. My time has come.
Did you play with dolls? Did you care for them, tend to their every whim? Fulfill childhood dreams and fantasies just by looking into their breathtaking, faraway eyes?
And then did you thoughtlessly discard them as you grew, moved on to pastures anew as if you had never shared anything special with
22. On-Line4pm.22. On-Line in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Hey, it's Mindy. Just wanted to say hi. Hi!
Ugh. Too cheerful. But I've sent it already. I sigh, slumping in my computer chair, twirling a lock of auburn hair nervously with my index finger.
...Hm. It's been a while. Maybe he's being held up somewhere.
It's getting dark... I sip my tea, compulsively clicking "refresh". Doesn't he want to speak to me?
Y'know, I have a life, too! I could just pack this all in and get some sleep.
But... I can't.
Please... Please answer! I need to know you're okay, I would rest, but I can't give up on you!
ALRIGHT! ALRIGHT! I'm sick of it, sick of waiting around for you! I get it, you have better friends than me, you can't be bothered to drop me a message, I mean, way to keep a girl hanging... Y'know what, I don't even remember why I gave up all this time for you, you were never worth it, you-
Hey, Mindy. It's Frank. How is everything? Omg, I'm SO sorry about how late this is! We should talk ;D
34. Shades of GreyI'm a healer.34. Shades of Grey in Short Stories More Like This
I try and make it all better. But, given what I'm striving to do - keep my place as Rat's gang member - I can't exactly afford to be picky or innocent.
Whenever I slip up, say something a little too out of the "norm", Rat just smiles that toothy smile of hers and claps me on the back, joking that I'm "a lover, not a fighter". She must be joking... right? She doesn't know about my weakness?
I see her commit such atrocities, all in the aid of our survival, and yes, I respect her - but it just feels so wrong to continue on. Where has morality gone?
It has evaded my best friend. And I don't blame her for second, but... sometimes I miss the times when things were a little simpler.
When there was light and dark, no shades of grey.
"There, now, hush." Rat whispered these words in my ear, firm but not unkind. I was injured and disorientated, blood running down the side of my face. She was holding me, and it was an awkward, clumsy embrace, but an embrace all the same.
60. ExhaustionIt was a late night again, wasn't it?60. Exhaustion in Short Stories More Like This
I wake up to find drool on my pillow and an ache in the back of my neck. And then it hits me - the inescapable hangover. Pieces of the recent past flit by in my mind's eye, like shards of colourful stained glass, each painting a picture, a story. The sharp edges cut me particularly hard, today.
Jesus, Elliott, dancing on the table? You must've looked like a right prat in front of that girl...
Kasey, I think her name was. Yeah. Kasey.
And then.... oh god, I can't take this anymore, just KNOW YOUR LIMIT for once!
My stomach lurches, and I'm forced to depart my bed to expel the contents of last night's binge.
Mirror, Mirror, on the wall...
...Who's the stupidest of them all?
I'm a mess. A tattoo on my face, just what was I thinking, all those months ago? I usually admire it, like the idiot I am, but this morning... no. Just no.
And then there's the hair... it's too garish, too bright. I have to do something about that.