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The ListShe has a list.

She has a long, long list, spanning many pages in her notebook. There are pages upon pages, coated in a messy scrawl of blue gel ink that varies in freshness from hours to years.

Every night, she adds to it. Every night, religiously, ever since she can remember. She has to stay up as long as it takes to add whatever she can recall to her list, no matter how tired or how busy she is. If one were to happen past her house on any particular night, odds are the light would be shining brightly as she frantically scribbled in her notebook.

Her list is precious to her. She isn't proud of it, but she needs it with her always.

The l
Almost Human - Chapter 1: Prelude to MadnessI hope you enjoy the little gift I left behind. I'd love to see your face right now as you receive it. Your blood must be boiling over, your heart racing for the horror your eyes have witnessed, your mind flooding with adrenaline to come after me. All that drive and resolve drowning that constant stoic and brooding stare. Oh, how I'd love to be standing right in front of you to witness the reaction to my present. But alas, my attention is needed elsewhere. That idiot Harley Quinn of mine cannot function properly without my lead. But don't you fret my dear Dark Knight, by the time you finished reading this I'll be waiting for you. I will be wa
Almost Human - Chapter 2: Not as it SeemsCome on Batsy baby! Let us add another wonderful dance to our grand play!" the Joker laughed manically, arms thrown in the air as if reaching to his Batman for an embrace.

Batman charged for him, that crazed laughter rang agonizingly in his mind. He had to silence that unbearable laughter! He pulled back and punched the Joker in the face with all his might. Almost immediately Joker was bleeding profusely from his nose, he stumbled backwards but he kept smiling. He didn't stop; he connected numerous punches and kicks until the clown crashed onto the ground. With weak giggles he managed to lift himself up and dusted himself off.

"Oh darling,
She Speaks To YouAn old woman sits in front of a fireplace; steam from a hot cup of tea held in her wrinkled hands gently swirls upward, a soft focus kaleidoscope. She purses her lips and blows gently on the water before taking a slow sip. The lights are out, she watches shadows dance on the walls. She is apparently alone, yet she speaks. She speaks to you.

‘I was like you once. I did as I was told, giddily believed in the world presented to me. I was so eager to fit in to it all, to slide into the processes around me and belong to them, be good, be popular, be successful. Then I died. An experience beyond words, beyond the mundane awareness of time an
Reminder"Why--why do you hate me?" he snapped brokenly. "I've never--never done anything to you. But you hate me."
"I don't hate you."
"Really? Because I see the way you act around me--quiet and distant. You don't laugh when I'm in the room. But you're different with everyone else. When you can't see me, you're loud, happy... What did I do?" He seems defeated, slumping back.
She feels horrid.
"It's not really your fault," she says slowly, looking away. "I'm sorry. I like you. I really do."
"Then why?
She sighs.
"You remind me of someone. I loved them, but they're gone now. Sometimes, I look at you and I see their face. You'll say something and I hear their voice. I feel... guilty, I guess, for liking you. Things didn't end well between us."
He pauses. "I'm sorry, I didn't..."
"No, it's fine. I needed to get over it anyway."
He nods, getting up to leave.
"Just so you know," he says, "I really like you, too."
Forgotten"How was I supposed to know?" he says softly to her back as she starts to leave. "How was I supposed to know you weren't happy? That things weren't working out? You never told me."
"You were supposed to listen," she snaps, turning around. "You were supposed to ask. That's what couples are supposed to do--communicate."
"I spoke to you every day," he murmurs. "I'd ask you what your friends said, what you did, how work was..."
"You never asked how I was!"
"Would you have told me if I had? Because I don't think you would've. I think you would've just let the whole thing sit there and then you would've left anyway, with some other excuse."
She shakes her head harshly, turning around again.
"You promised that you'd never leave!" he shouts at her back.
"Yeah? Well, you swore you'd never break my heart."
Distant TravelAbsent.
Far away.
Travelling soul.
Home.
EmbraceSky Bridge -
Horizon's end
meets earth.
Philosophy-*Raphael's POV*     I live with in a place where monsters seem to pop up everywhere and just attack. It is mainly of no reason WHY they exist and they attack. They just appear.

    When I was a little kid, I fought them. I had powers, like my siblings did. My brother was a reaper of human darkness that made him stronger each time. My sister, she had powers of thr worldly elements. And me, well, life, death rebirth, and the flow of time that connects each one (time was of a lesser power) and a bum leg (which I tell about because it is another part of me). However, I digress. As I was saying, for a time I fought off these monsters, because I thought I had t
Suicide #1 of 26 SuicidesThe breeze from the window into his study was rarely quiet. Occasionally, late at night, much too late in most cases, he could be seen by mentally unstable passersby, seen at his battered old ship of a desk, just barely through the ground floor window of his row house, seated beside a table lamp of fancy descent, scratching his cheeks and reflecting on one thing or another with brazen indifference to the world around him and acute curiosity about everything else.

This was his alone time.

Sometimes he read. Crime novels mostly. Sometimes he caught up on work. Law briefs written by childless thirty year olds generally.

Sometimes he unlocked
Les bourreaux– Bonjour, j’ai besoin d’aide. J’en cherche des bonnes, pouvez-vous me conseiller?

– Ne cherché pas plus loin, car de toutes ces tortures que vous avez inventées, je suis la meilleure, ou la pire selon le point de vue. Je n'ai point l'air modeste, il faut cependant regarder le monde en face.

– D’accord. Et qu’ont-elles de spécial celles-là?

– De spécial ? Mais c'est justement ce que je fais : j'oblige mes victimes à regarder le monde en face. Un monde cru, horrible. Leur vie devient un enfer où toutes choses perçues les blessent davantage. Dans celui-ci, le diable – moi en l&rsquo
Limited.  Of course.  So what?  That's a maybe.  What if?  No, that's not possible.  Not even.  Whatever you say!  It never happens.  But you see it everyday!  Well it doesn't appeal.  But when it does?  Then I'll think.  No you won't.  Yes I will!  But it just did happen!  What?  It happened!  I thought I had more time!  Nope, it ran straight out!  You are lying to me.  Am I?  Yes!  Nope, look at the evidence!  That's what happens everyday!  It's nothing bad.  Yes it is!  Your point being?  If somebody found out everything will be wrecked!  Why is that?  Because, it happens everyday, it is discriminated everyday!  It should be accepted sooner or later.  It never will be.  What other things are like this, huh?  Well there was that thing that happened nearly six decades ago, there was the thing that happened two hundred ye
...All religions preaching love
Without any comprehension
What in fact it really means
Limited by this dimension
Misinterpreting the words 
Of the few who bridged the border
And in vain tried to explain
Meaning underlying order
The hospital  They walked in to the hospital room slowly, quietly. It wasn't cold, yet they were still shivering. Something about the lifeless white lights, or the clean suffocating smell. Or maybe it was the fear that hung in the air like tattered curtains without a breeze. A was the first in. She hesitated at the threshold as she eyed the figure lying forlornly in the bed. His dark hair was dipping over his face and he refused to look up and make eye contact. There were bandages on his wrists and he was pale. Paler then anyone should ever be. A skeleton, a piece of paper, a blank canvas slowly dripping with wet, white paint. Seeing N lying there, so helpless and so sad, her face darkened. Hesitation gone she strode into the room, quickly followed by the rest. They were unnaturally quiet. Voices that were normally so uncontrollably loud and carefree were suffocated by loss, confusion and worry. The tension in the air was palpable. No one moved, no one breathed. Then A walked forward to
CreationCreation

Oh by the fates deceive me! There is no future here, and within this depth I see nothing but light! Blind me, the frail and protruding skeleton wrapped in breakable web, a skin so fair it only deserves to be stained with red! Red? Red! Oh the glorious taint! The sweet essence of our very birth very life! Red! We are no more than simple red. And the delicate blue strings woven throughout the delicate folds of web, are they life, are they death? A tint of their effervescent color, and yet once more the blind! One delicate blue thread be snipped and once again we fall to red.

So fair a delicate color may be, yet so unfair her loving a
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Eros and Apollo

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“Love is fleeting.”
“I don’t know about that.  I think love is eternal.”
“What makes you say that?”
“I don’t know.  It’s just what I think.  Isn’t love your thing?”
“That’s why I know love is fleeting.”
“But you bring so many couples together.  How can you say that?”
“That’s the point though.  I bring them together.  It doesn’t matter if they have the potential to love each other.  One shot to the heart and they swoon.”
“I don’t know.”
“Remember Daphne?”
“Of course I do.”
“You wouldn’t have given her a second glance if it weren’t for me.  Maybe a first, but definitely not a second.”
“I’m still sore about that.”
“Well, you shouldn’t have called my darts girly.”
“It was a joke.  Do you have a reason for bringing this up?”
“The point is I played with your emotions and hers.  That’s all I do.  I toy with people and it’s not even fun anymore.”
“I wasn’t aware it was fun.”
“Of course it was fun.  You think the Daphne thing wasn’t fun for me?  I was pretty proud of that.”
“...”
“Love doesn’t last.  I’ve seen it.  Eternal love is a lie.  They are only kidding themselves.  People want that kind of love to be real so they make it last because they are stubborn.  They hold on because they don’t want to admit it doesn’t exist and never did.”
“If love is fleeting what does that make you?”
“I don’t even know.  I don’t have the luxury of being as sure as the sun.”
“But who’s to say it’s not sure?  Love in general that is.”
“Me.  I am the authority on love aren’t I?”
“I suppose.”
“Can we talk about something else?  This is depressing.”
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I'm in a Creative Writing class this semester and because we were reading a lot of Hemingway I was inspired to write this.
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~ivory-phills Feb 22, 2013  Student General Artist
Wow, this dialogue is so deep. I really love how I can feel the hopelessness from Eros and yet can still laugh at the idea of his trying to prove Apollo wrong by using his arrows against him.
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