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His Brown Eyes Ch.3: Searching - B10k3. Searching
Devlin shot up in bed, panting and covered in sweat. Throwing off the suddenly-too-heavy covers, he slipped out of bed, flinching as yet another bolt of white lightening lit up his room.
Thunder shook the base once again, causing the young black-haired boy to jump again. If there was one more thing he hated, it was stormstheir anger reminded him too much of his father, their violence his rage, their spontaneity his temper. He shivered. There was no way he would be able to fall back asleep tonight.
Still trembling slightly, he decided to make his way to the bathroom, needing a splash of cool water to drive the sudden images of Kevin from his mind as the house shook yet again. He silently cracked open his door, before padding out into the carpeted hall toward his destination. As he passed his family's various rooms, he smiled softly too himselfthey were all sleeping peacefully, blissfully content with their own lives. Never wer
Wings of the Knight Ch. Eight - YJ Chapter Eight
The fog was so thick, so dense, so heavy. And, yet, it was strangely comforting; like a hefty wool blanket wrapped around a shivering body in the winter. It blocked out everything, keeping him safe, protected; free of pain, absent or worry. At the same time, though, it was a nuisance, hindering him from the basic necessities of life like seeing and feeling. It had been drilled into his brain from such an early age that a keen awareness of one's surroundings was the key to survivalto successand it bothered him to no end that such luxuries were not possible through the weight. Unnerved him. Everything was fuzzyfor a moment, he couldn't remember where he was, when he was, who he was. But he willed himself back into focus as he clawed through the mist. After what could have been miles or minuteshe couldn't tellhe was strangely exhausted, but by then it was too late. The fog was
His Brown Eyes Ch.2: Haunted- B10k2. Haunted
"Go away, Kenny," Devlin mumbled sleepily, rolling over and covering his head with his blanket. There was a snort from the side of his bed, and he quickly realized, even in his groggy state, that it was not his adopted brother standing in his room. "Kenny ?"
"Guess again, short stuff," a rather pretty female voice replied. Devlin flipped the bedspread off his head and peered at his guest, his eyes widening when he saw that it was Gwendolyn.
"Uh Hi, Aunt Gwendolyn," He greeted rather shyly.
"Your mom sent me to come get you guys for breakfast," she replied. As he fully gained consciousness, Devlin saw that his 'aunt' was almost entirely clad in blue, her long red hair with streaks of blonde tied in a ponytail. She had her arms crossed at her chest and a smile across her lips, all traces of the sadness from the night before gone. "Why don't you get ready while I go attempt to rouse Kenny," she s
Wings of the Knight Ch. Seven - YJ Chapter Seven:
The memories hurt. They burned her heart and her mind, just as if they were her own. She felt the pain, the love, the heartbreak, the joy, the agony... it tingled through her bodythrough her soulnot losing any of its potency even with her second pass. Every tragic flash cut her deeply, while each blurred smile mended the wounds. It was all so much... and it held more than she had ever before experienced in her too-long, too-pain-filled existence. More emotion, more passion, more life. And it confused her, saddened her, excited her, made her yearn simply to understand why. He was so familiarso similarand yet he wasn't the same. As the broken, frayed threads of some other world wove themselves together before her eyes, she stared, stricken, not understanding as tears trailed their way, unbidden, down her viridian cheeks.
Wings of the Knight Ch. Six - YJ Chapter Six
As the Batmobile's neon-bright, interior clock clicked just past three in the morning, all was silent save the sleek car's sophisticated purring through the blackened night. To any sparse passerby that happened to be moseying along the winding, abandoned back road framed on either side by lush, dark greens, it would seem as though the early morning was still and undisturbed; the vehicle employed no overly-bright headlights to guide its wayfor stealth purposes, of courseand the feline-volumed engine gave no indication of its passing from afar. Even so, the car's driverand singularly alert passengerknew the worn path well enough to exempt himself from such otherwise-necessary measures, having become familiar with every curve, bump, and skid across the pavement over past years.
The dark-clad man gripping the wheel spared a glance to his right, a soft, seldom-se
Warriors Never Smile - YJA hero of war; that's what I'll be
And, when I come home, they'll be so proud of me
I'll carry this flag to the grave if I must
Because it's a flag that I love, and a flag that I trust
Warriors Never Smile
Rain fell from the grey-tinted, clouded sky in thickets, pouring across everything it touched and soaking the path it roamed over to the very core with its icy, spiking fingers. There was no escaping its graspthose who held umbrellas watched as water flew off their shields' edges, splashing already-saturated midnight slacks; though most had given up any attempt to stay even some small degree dry. The crowd gathered in the storm was small, yet still substantially sized in all such circumstances; there was, however, no denying that he had been well respected by everyone that he had touched. Here, on the Surface World, there would be no proper burialhe would be taken home for a more traditional Atlanean ceremonybut they had wanted so send their tea
Wings of the Knight Ch. Five - YJ Chapter Five
The tense silence that followed Miss Martian's heated departure from the room seemed deafening, broken only by the weak-but-steady chirps emitting from the semi-stranger's heart monitor, and hung over the unsure Team's heads as the various members looked toward their leaders for guidancesome to Alqualad, appointed command of Young Justice; others to Batman, JLA commander and revered mentor of their most experienced comrade. It was Robin who focused solely on the latter, not even thinking to turn to his friend during such a time. Yes, the Boy Wonder was well aware that the Atlantean teen happened to be, physically, the oldest of the Junior Justice League, but his mission exposure was far less than heor even the at-times-immature Kid Flashpossessed. From a practical standpoint, there was little steadiness to be taken from the actions of someone with less experience, regardless of his or her levelheadedness; and f
His Brown Eyes Ch.1: Nightmares - B10k1. Nightmares
"Out of my way, boy!" A long, black tentacle wrapped itself around Devlin's waist before hurling him across the room. He gasped in pain as he hit the wall, tears staining his dark eyes. His own father didn't want him. Kevin 11,000 advanced towards his enemy, Ben 10,000, ready to exact his revenge; a feat that proved more important than the safety of his own flesh and blood.
There was a slam, and suddenly the room was filled with a bright light. Devlin rolled over, covering his face with his pillow as he squeezed his eyes further shut. "Go away," he mumbled sleepily, though silently thankful that his intruder had awoken him from his nightmare.
"Get up, you sleepyhead!" Kenny, his adopted brother, shouted, leaping onto Devlin's bed.
"Go away, Kenny!" he moaned, burrowing further into the warm
You're Not A PoetYou’re not a poet because of strung words
Together on row upon row again
Of blank verse or perhaps liberal rhyme.
‘Slam’ all you want, other poets wonder;
Your ignorance of couplets a blunder?
Yes! I speak harshly, but it’s no gross crime,
To point with honesty failed verse of thine.
No real poet discards upper case words;
Lets prose crawl on paper like listless worms.
You seek to free verse of those stern letters,
Sever away bleak capital fetters,
But it doesn’t sing of great speech sublime,
Rather, it sneaks of writing in spare time.
Wait! before you throw me in the icy Rhine;
It’s hard to put verse together in rhyme,
To make our dull words sound great all the time,
Hear them ring out loud, like a clear clock’s chime,
Heralding a poet’s summer prime.
Yet the sacred muses weep at your crime;
Your pentameter mangled thick like slime,
The subject not gilded in raiment fine;
Your bold ink font, crystal waters divine
Tastes bitter to the ton
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