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Jokers Bride 12I sat up in the darkness of the cellar bin; my eyes wide open but not seeing anything. I could feel the padded material underneath me. I was afraid to move. I was afraid to breath. They often left many people in here at once. Was I alone?
I couldnt hear anything over the loudness of my beating heart. The silence seemed to go on forever, so I sat there.
My hands shook. I decided to move, so I dug my fingernails in to the padded floor. I ripped the stitches. Slowly, I tore away a large piece of the floor, revealing the smelly matted clumps of cotton underneath. I sat up on my knees so I could get more leverage, and I scooted back with each tug. Soon I had a large enough piece to use as a blanket and a cloth.
My eyes had somewhat adjusted to the dimness of the room, but I could only see shadows. My fingers were bleeding. I could feel the syrupy blood under my broken fingernails. I slipped each finger one by one into my mouth, and then wiped them on the cloth.
Just when I was sure I
Jokers Bride chapter 10Joker walked down the long narrow hallway in to the cafeteria, escorted by two big, buff security men. Joker had a straight jacket that was required by the state jail to wear. He didnt mind, he told me often in the many other therapy sessions we had that it was snug and it was like giving himself a big hug that lasted a long time.
They reached the main door, and the other security guard pressed the button under his desk in his small windowed office next to the door. They all scooted in, and Joker took note of the button.
Here you go pussy. One of the guards pushed Joker in to the line for food, and Joker bumped in to the man in front of him.
The big bold man looked down at him, he had a scar across his whole face, and was at least six foot twelve. He stared down at Joker with a mongrel look.
Uhh hi . Joker said with a half smile, and he had trouble keeping his balance in his straight jacket.
The man just turned back around in line.
Joker looked a
Jokers Bride chapter 9So Mr. J ..Why are you here . I sat in my big armchair, one leg over the other, and I kept my eyes on my paper. I tried to act professional. The questions for him I wanted to ask wouldnt be acceptable for the session. Did he even remember me?
I thought Id take a little time off from my everyday routine of mayhem in Gotham and come here for a break . His voice was so calm and brought back memories of our time together. I couldnt help but look up for a second, just to see his face, his expression. The dark room was to poorly lit to tell what his face looked like, but I was sure it was a smile like always. The room was small, with padded, black walls, brown carpet, my leather armchair, one tiny, wooden coffee table in-between me and Joker, and then Joker on the black leather couch.
No, youre here for I stared down at the papers. I had read them a thousand times since hed gotten here, but had to ma
Jokers Bride chapter 11I leaned over Joker with a wet cloth, and tried to wipe away the milk the prisoners poured on his hair. He sat on the couch in her box like office, staring straight forward at the straining white walls.
Why didnt you fight them? I asked in a annoyed voice, but really I was more worried than anything.
Ive lost my touch He whispered in too my ear. His voice left a tingly feeling running through my head, I have no spark anymore.
Nonsense, I contradicted, as I wiped off the little splats of blood stained on his pant legs, youre just in a root. You should try loosening up a bit. I realized how close I was him.
How? He whispered like a child. His hand met mine on his leg, and I could feel him pulling it closer to his wanker. I couldnt do anything. I didnt want to do anything.
I looked up at his face longing, but this felt so bittersweet. Feeling his wanker get harder, I swo
Siren Calls Chapter 1Kara What are you doing? Asked my mom who was listening to me from behind my door to my room.
UHH! . I hurried and put the brush I was using as a pretend micro phone under my desk, NOTHING! Mom! How many times have I told you! Knock! I sighed angrily.
Ok She said laughing, Its sounding really good though She said as she closed my door again.
I looked in the mirror, and pulled out the brush again. I dont know what had gotten in to me the past few days. I was really in to singing right now and I felt I sang well for once.
HURRY UP OR YOULL BE LATE FOR SCHOOL! Yelled my dad from down stairs.
Ya Ya. I sighed coming down. First day of school not fun. I was just starting 9th grade and I didnt feel very good about going to the high school. The dances would be fun, but not all the new classes, and the homework
You look nice! Dad
Love and Pain go hand in handI know i said i love you but i'm thinking i was wrong,
I'm the first to admit that i'm still pretty young,
And i never meant to hurt you when i wrote you 10 love songs.
But a guy that i could never get cause his girlfriend was pretty fit
And everyone who knew her loved her so.
And i made you leave her for me and now i'm feeling pretty mean,
But my mind has fucked me over more times than any man could ever know.
Maybe i should give up, give in.
Give up trying to be thin.
Give up and turn into my mother,
God knows i love her.
And i'm sorry to which ever man should meet my sorry state.
Watch my steady lonesome gait and beware
I will never love a man cause love and pain go hand in hand
And i can't do it, again.
So we stayed up late one night to try and get our problems right,
But i couldnt get into his head just what was going through my mind,
And i think he knew where i was going, he put bryan adams on
I think he thinks it makes me weak but it only ever makes me strong,
I've got this frie
What I live forIf you really want to know who I am I'll have to pull out my heart for you.
I like a lot of things but love is what i live for. I am never to busy to remember what I dream about. If I was to die right now at least I'd know I had the pleasure of living. Art, dreaming, the moon, love, my family, and my imagination is what I can't live without. I'm just hoping I don't make an impression on the world. I want to leave a scar instead.
The 334455 mirrorI carried my long black dress to the dressing room and slipped it on. My father had set it on the table for me early that day; I just didnt want to look at it. It was after all the same dress my mother had worn on her first date with my dad.
All the crying had made my eyes red and my golden red hair seemed light and breezy, even though the window to the small room wasnt open. Why did everyone have to die? Why did God have to make everyone so vibrant and carefree one moment, and then lifeless and cold the next.
Thats exactly what my mother looked like as I stared down at the casket. Though her dead body smiled, I knew it wasnt her. Wherever she was though, I was sure she was seeing the tears roll down my face and stain the black collar of her dress. Emptiness was intimate now. My father stood by my side, but as far as I could tell, I was the only one in the room.
That night all I could think of was how alone I was now. A new school, and new house, no mother, no f
I don't want to be Perfect"Do it..." He held my leg with a gentle but firm grasp. I couldn't help but start to cry. I knew our love was at stake, but pain had been something absent in my life...Fear was something I had lived with forever though, and that's what brought me to tears.
Soma sat next to me in the silent woods. Well, they were quiet to us. We were so concentrated on each other that we didn't notice the increasing footsteps of the oncoming guards. The king had already noticed I was gone.
"DO IT!" I whispered as loudly as I could, with out feeling like I had given our position away.
"I can't! I can't hurt you Alice!" Soma's face turned paler as the moon light shown through the trees. He took his pained gaze off my leg for a split second only to look into my eyes. I my self took my eyes off my bare leg just to meet his glance. It was the only way. Breaking my leg would make me imperfect, and being imperfect would mean I wouldn't have to marry the King. The same King that murdered and raped my mother, an
A Christmas Story It was Christmas Eve.
I pulled back my glove and sleeve to look at my watch, and corrected myself. It was the early hours of Christmas Day where I was. Howze leaned in next to me, looking to see what time it was for himself.
"Hey! It's Christmas and I'm standing guard on the gate! Alright!"
I grinned at his wry tone. "Howze, give me your ACOG for Christmas." He covered the optic on his rifle with his hand. "NO!" I slugged him on the shoulder "Aww, c'mon. You don't even know how to use that thing. And even if you did..." I gave a theatric pause. "Your POG ass couldn't hit anything anyway!"
He dropped his jaw in mock offense as I laughed. The ANA soldiers across the road watched the display, then smiled at the American's levity. I waved to them, and they nodded and waved back, then resumed their own conversation.
Displacement Activity Part 1I checked the seals on my suit again, registering full air-tight. The reserve tank read it's normal 1500 pounds, but I activated it to double check anyway. Flicking through the HUD functions, I confirmed the HABS was at 100%.
Activating my normal view-profile, I checked each camera for a clear picture. On each monitor inside my helm I saw a different portion of a 360-degree circle around me. To either side, troopers like me, fidgeting, shifting, checking weapons and suits, doing everything they can to avoid thinking about the mission ahead.
It was just displacement activity. We were all anxious, nervous. Afraid. Thinking about it made it worse. The pre-op jitters is what they called it. Once our boots were on the dirt we'd be fine, reduced to our training.
Don't think. Shoot. Reload, don't lose track. Watch your 6, watch your sibko's back. Don't get helmet-blind. Accomplish your objectives to the letter, listen to your CO. Things that had been drilled into us even as we slept.
Heart's ChallengeLuna stood a few feet from the precipice of the first gate. From where she stood she could feel the warmth emanating from the swirling gateway, and the light danced across her trim figure. The gate itself was unimpressive, stone, cold, and slightly higher than the average person. The energy within the gate
It was an opening, or a barrier, depending on one's perspective. It led to a realm created at the heart of one's greatest desire. In the small village of Tachioka, people lived a quiet life. Rarely did one desire for adventure or riches. However, travellers from far and wide would ride for days to come to this same spot, and pass through the gate.
The realm on the other side was always a path of some sort. Successfully navigating this path would see you gain possesion of your desire. It was a test of will, that many never returned from. Presumed lost, dead, or wandering the realms in a mad haze, these unfamiliar travellers were quickly forgotten.
Luna wasn't there for rich
True Love Chpt. 15 Chapter 15
-Several Months Later-
Somewhere in the shopping district, Toyohisa and Momoko were sitting at a table. They were both relaxing after a long day of walking around. They didn't buy too much but just two bags.
Toyohisa: So where do you want to go?
Momoko: Actually... I believe that's enough for today.
Toyohisa slowly puts his head down on the table and exhales.
Toyohisa: Oh thank goodness...
Momoko: You're funny.
Toyohisa: Ha ha. I get that a lot.
Momoko gets up and gathers up the bags. She goes over to Toyo
Untitled Poem 1Another page turned,
Another heart broken,
Another day survived,
Another hardship endured,
I compare myself to the world,
Find myself lacking,
Find myself broken,
Find myself hollow,
I seek a love,
One to carry my heart,
The same to understand me,
And to heal my wounds,
To fill the hollow,
To repair my heart,
To trust in my strength,
To have faith in me,
When I find her,
I will care for her,
I will protect her,
I will love her.
True Love Chpt. 6 Chapter 6
Toyohisa and Izunami walked to the library. They wanted to go and study and that there was nothing else to do.
They both finally reached the room and slide open the door. Inside, there were many students who were occupying the tables and chairs. Toyohisa found an empty table with two chairs on opposite sides. Toyohisa sat in one while Izunami sat on the other.
They both took out their books with notes and began to study.
Toyohisa was studying history. He was reading about the samurai-era. Izunami was studying math. That is her weakest subject. She has her head on the table and staring blankly on the book.
Izunami: Uyaa~ Math is really
SamhainandtheFay2What am I?
I tried to lift myself up but the wind wouldn't carry me like before. I fell from my flower bed and looked around. My wings felt light and my shoulders burned. I haven't experienced this sort of feeling before. I looked behind me and my once gossamer wings gleamed in the sunlight with sweat that shone so brightly all the humans in the world could have seen it. The sunlight streamed through them so brightly it hurt my eyes and my shoulders felt pain like never before. This was no normal summer heat. It felt as if my shoulders were attracting the sun's light and burning my shoulders like they were targets for throwing stones. I couldn't go to work like this but I needed to clock in and tell my superior officer that something was wrong and I needed to see a medical professional. Pulling myself to a standing position, I wiped the dirt off my legs and walked to our station for elderly or sick. Like a bus transport except much more humiliating. Mostly because it's for those
A Beautiful LieShe never thought she'd fall in love; never thought anything lovely would happen to her maybe she was right. She doesn't see it as a heartbreaking story anymore, doesn't see it as the death of an angel or anything like a beautifully sad tragedy; she sees it as a part of her, only in memory of her.
She'd always think about the stars at night, with the innocence of a little child. Wishing upon stars, the very first star in the sky, in hopes that maybe something would come true even if it wasn't her wish. She had such a misunderstood kind heart, cared about everyone who she ever saw, every single stranger she had yet to meet. She only wanted happiness for everyone, not just the settling kind of happiness but true happiness that some may even cry over, yet everyone considered her a monster. She dedicated everything she had in her heart to try to heal and mend those who needed it but every time they somehow turned the help she gave, into a deep hate. Yet they would be fixed in the end,
Wouldn't It Be LovelyWouldn't it be lovely
To walk among dark streets alone
Just wander aimlessly unaware of emotion
Wouldn't it be lovely
To let all mistakes follow you
Let hell consume your body and feel pure happiness
Wouldn't it be lovely
To wilt every rose you ever held
Bend and break every heart your hands ever tainted
Wouldn't that be Lovely
Joker's SonI'd like to get a girl. She'd be the prettiest girl in the world to me, no matter what. I'd cuddle her, tell her she's the smartest girl, and remind her of her beauty every second I get. I only wish she'd fall out of the sky already, her angel wings torn off, so she could be with a foolish boy like myself. She'd not judge me of my insanity, my love, and my hand-me-down guns from my father who I can't seem to find. We'd run. Run from the cops, the people, the pointing fingers, and get away from society so that we can start anew. Our love for one another with heal the scars my father gave me as a child. My permanent smile will disappear and we can live in peace. Give me a woman who will accept me. Accept my past. Accept my love.
Red Letter Day - Prologue
So here I am, writing.
I’m writing, I’m writing – just as you told me to.
I’m writing, I’m writing, I’m writing.
Have you ever noticed that when the sun goes down, this flat changes? It does. The walls are white during the day and lingering brown at night. During the day, I’m with you and the light from outside paints the walls that heavenly color. But when that sun goes down, the demons wake and I’m alone again, even though you’re just a room away.
Somehow it seems less threatening tonight, and I think it’s because you’ve given me an assignment to try and fight off the darkness. You gave me a stack of papers and a pen and told me to write everything that comes to mind.
It’s a strange feeling to have complete freedom. These empty pages are mine to do whatever I please – I could even wipe my ass with them – but they’re also terribly intimidating. The blank page has always been a nemesis of man. It&
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