but why?

The Ghost of Christmas Past and Future

When they had told him, he'd been staring out the window of the baby's room. Imagining being home, imagining the snow that would be falling if he were back home. Fucked if he knew why he was still here. Cali-fucking-fornia. Only reason he stayed was in this very room. Or had been in this room.

And then he got the call, someone sneaking around outside of the gates, someone trying to spy on his home. Who the fuck would be pulling this shit on Christmas fucking eve, he had no clue. And no one told him of what the 'spy' looked like. No one said a thing, they just adjusted the camera's to pick up the figure a little more clearly. Not a word was spoken, because truthfully? No one dared.

The man himself was silent. Completely silent as he stared at first one camera, then the next. His jaw was tight, his free hand was clenched. But his other hand? His busy one? Was stroking over and over the black feather he kept braided into his hair. And slowly, very slowly his face drained of blood, and he became pale, so pale.

"Turn them off." He spun then, graceful as ever in spite of his speed. "Turn them all off, every one of the cameras." And with that he was out of the room, out and down the hallway.

"Start a fire in my office, call the dogs in and feed them, and then get out. Merry fucking Christmas, all of you get the fuck out. Don't come back until I call you... and leave the back way, don't let - don't let her see you."

He was gone then, a ghost in black clothes, out the side door, and down the path to the delivery gate, around the corner from where spy was walking back and forth.
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Am I an asshole? *whistling a Denis Leary song*

Why yes, as a matter of fact I AM an asshole.

The I'D HIT IT Meme


And most particularly, here I am an asshole. http://nottome.livejournal.com/27532.html?thread=821388#t821388

*edit* well it seems that I am an asshole with bad html. And I can't figure out how to fix the damned thing. I did the copy-paste like it said!

The site is here: http://nottome.livejournal.com/27532.html
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really?  Wanna bet?, Oh

Fairy Tales Are Never What They Seem (prompt 60.1 D for writers_muses)

Why did I keep coming back for her? Fucked if I know. It started out as a lark, became a challenge and grew to be an obsession.

Face it, if she wasn't such a loud mouthed, hard nosed, street trash talking, stubborn little red-headed bitch, I probably never would have noticed her. But if she wasn't such a stubborn, defiant, sneaky, gutter-mouthed, smart-ass bitch, I probably never would have fallen in love with her in the first place.Collapse )
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One Man's Crazy (prompt 57. 2 F for writers_muses)

Arkham Behavioral Unit, March 13, 1996


Clinician's Diagnosis:
The patient, John Michael Martin displays characteristics consistent with classic Schizophrenia with accompanying Paranoid Delusions. He has been observed displaying severe bi-polar tendencies, and was diagnosed with Attention Deficit Hyperactive Disorder at age of 9 (see accompanying report). Patient denies any responsibility in the deaths of his parents or younger siblings, blaming it instead upon his 'alter ego' named Ringer, a character based upon the fictional villains taken from the pages of a Stephen King Novel 'The Regulators' and various composite old 1950's Westerns. Attempts to remove his cowboy style hat continue to provoke a violent reaction in the patient which consistently results in having to separate him from the populace and sedating him, with the accompanying four-point to five-point restraint system involved in most cases, and a period of time in lock-down within a solitary safe room within the facility.

Scheduled Release date: Patient is slated to be released in 1990 upon reaching the age 18.

Individual Rehabilitation Program: With strict dosage and drug control with close guidance and both strictly observed individual and group therapy sessions it is hoped that this patient may be rehabilitated and returned to society at that timeCollapse )
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Haunted

If you think there's no such thing as ghosts, think again. There are ghosts, specters, haunts if you will. I believe in - no, I know. Ghosts don't have to wear bedsheets or clink chains, they don't have to hide in dark hallways and leap out at the unsuspecting.Collapse )
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FYI people

Because my typist's AIM was compromised - and it's a short, annoying story - had to change the AIM. It's now *drumroll please*

Taarakian B

Just so you know.
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June Character Development Exercise for tenebrae_nostro

Fire.

Fire. One very nice sized, growing-ever-larger, fucking fire. Flames, huge ones, reaching out from around a mushroom cloud on the horizon to burn up the very air around it. The mushroom cloud explodes up from a pool of oil. Oil? Oh hell, maybe gas, or something else. Something toxic, something deadly. Something dirty. And that in turn, the oil or whatever it is? Gushes up from the depths of Hades itself.

It's a nice picture. Gives me ideas. I like it. A lot.


***(happens before he meets up with the lovely and delectable Mrs Lovett)***

The smoke was rising into the sky, thick and black. Top rested against the hood of his rented jeep, watching as it filled the air in loops and swirls, only to drift away on the warm afternoon breeze. He took a deep breath, let it out with a satisfied sigh. Some things just seemed to be better with fire, as if the fire cleansed all the decay, all the infection away. And that was exactly what this place was. Infected, decayed.Collapse )
huh? Intense listening

(no subject)

Things seem to have gone fucking nuts at my typist's work, and said typist is going to be balls to the wall for the forthcoming week or a few. Consequently my, and certain other pup's answers may be spotty.

Just lettin' ya know.
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Prompt #31.6 - 'Toy'. (x-posted to W_M, T_N)

Some Appetites Are Too Strong To Ignore


((OOC - this began as a musical meme going around the internet where a muse would give you musical lyrics and you write a fic about your pup and theirs based on the lyrics. This was my response to one, and it kind of grew from there. BTW, this is considered NSFW,and is lj cut because of it. Not really for the squeamishCollapse )