I Called Your Boyfriend Gay"I called your boyfriend gay and he hit me with his purse." said Chad as Kisha wiped blood off his face and applied a bandage.
"It looks like he hit you with more than just that." she replied, "If I were to guess he punched you twice with his left in the head and struck a right to the gut."
"And this is exactly why you have this job." he smiled taking some gauze to stop the blood pouring out of his nose, "You got it exactly right. How do you do that?"
"Years of college." she replied examining his chest to see the extent of the damage, "What did you do to get him to hit you like this?"
"I already told you" Chad ran a hand through his hair, "I called him gay and he hit me with his purse."
"I need more than that." she frowned, "And I know for a fact Jeff isn't gay."
"You know how he was dressed up as a woman for his most recent assignment?" Kisha nodded, "I saw him on the way there and thought it would be funny to mess with him so I called him gay. He hit me with his
Life As We Know It: Chapter 6A couple of weeks later Jack got a surprise visit. Stacey was in the kitchen making lunch so Jack answered the door. He figured it was just the media trying again and he had gotten pretty good at telling them off. When he opened the door he realized he should stop expecting reporters and start expecting surprises. The first surprise, that being Gary wasn't necessarily a bad one, this not so much. His parents were standing right outside the door.
"Mom! Dad!" he said nervously, "I didn't know you were coming."
"Well now we're here" stated his mother.
"Um uh We were just about to have lunch, maybe you'd like to join us?" he asked not really sure what else to say.
"We?" questioned his father, "There's someone else here with you?"
"Just Stacey; she's been helping me out." he replied.
"Alright, we most certainly will join you for lunch." said his mother.
Both siblings were set on edge during the meal. In the beginn
The Sound of FireworksI don't know why I come every year. Ever year it's the same; I go, I get drunk, I get in a fight with Alfred, I wallow in self pity, and then Francis has to drag my drunk ass home. This happens every time and yet every year I insist on going to Alfred's birthday party. The fireworks had just started and I was already too drunk to walk a straight line. In my alcohol induced state each firework reminded me of the gunshots fired in the war, the bangs bringing me back to the battlefield. Having to get away I ran inside, collapsing on the floor in the corner of the living room. I pulled my legs to my chest and cried into my knees. Why did he have to rebel against me and start that stupid war, I thought as I sobbed. The world around me dissolved becoming a memory in which I could only hear myself crying. No sound from the outside world got through, not even the footsteps, not until
Vexen's Run chapter 1Vexen 4 stared blankly through the windows in the maternity ward. A machine arm was hovering above a sleeping baby boy whose name label read Vexen 6. The arm held a number of small clear crystals one of which it implanted into the child's left hand. While the sleeping Vexen 6 didn't wake up the baby next to him, Marluxia 13, whimpered as though he knew he was next. Sighing Vexen 4 looked down at the crystal, the Lifeclock, in his own left hand now turned red. With his right hand he fingered a pendant he kept hidden under his shirt in the shape of... what was it called again? Oh yes an ankh, that's what the dying runner had called it when she gave it to him.
"I thought I'd find you here." said a familiar voice. Vexen 4 looked up to see his friend, Zexion 6. The man was quite young, his Lifeclock had only recently turned green, and had a mess of blue hair some of which hung over his right eye.