Blade Vs The Punisher
Frank calls Micro to track down the man who is known as Blade. Blade has been living a so-called normal life with a woman from his past named Karen who once try to cure Blade and Blade turned it down and 5 years ago Blade had vanished along with half the planet after the snap and had reappeared and Karen had moved on with her life and had a child with another man. Blade has been living in New York as a self-defense teacher under the name Eric Brooks.
The Secrets of a Couch
I am the couch, a quiet witness! Sometimes, I have been placed permanently in a specific place. Sometimes, I am place there, here, and over there. They bring me here and they take me there. They are in charge, what can I say? I am only a couch that sees, and hears everything without being able to tell anyone. I always carry the light and heavy weights of others, but no one is willing to carry mine. I guess that is my job, what can I do? Sometimes, I am fancy and pricy. Sometimes, I am simple and cheap. It does not matter my cost or look, it does not matter if I want to stay or leave. At the end they always come and rest on me for bad or for good. They come to me looking for comfort, they come to me looking for peace. They come to me laughing, and happy. They come to me crying, and sad. They come to me tired, and frightened. They come to me cold, and hot. I have witnessed justice. I have also witnessed injustice without being able to say a word. I have laughed and celebrated life. I have also cried, and said forever goodbye. Some of my guests have been children and others have been adults. To me it does not matter their ages, it does not matter their soul’s colors or weights. I love and care for all of them equally until the end. I miss all of them dearly. I wish all of them the best! I do not like to see my children crying. I do not like to see my children blue. I do not like to see my children frightened. I do not like to see my children get hurt. It deeply hurts me to see them crying. It deeply hurts me to see them being wrong. It deeply hurts me to see them near me suffering, and deeply hurts me to see them gone. I do not like to witness quietly, but I do not have another option to take. No one else sees, no one else hears, and no one else knows. I am here to witness, and I am here to take all the blame. They come to me sick, and dying. They come to me healthy, and joyful. They come to me looking for shelter. They come to me looking for safety. They come to me looking for love. They come to me looking for hope. They come to me looking for answers, but end up leaving with questions. They wish I could talk, and I wish I could tell. If it was up to me all my dear children will live. If it was up to me pain and dangerous will not exist. I am tired of seeing them crying. I am tired of being not able to say a word. I am tired of being a quiet witness. I am tired of being not able to tell the truth. It is difficult to see. It is difficult to hear. It is difficult to know! It is difficult to witness, and it is difficult to hide. Too many visitors, and too many secrets to hide. Comedy, Action, Horror, True Stories, and too many movies to watch. I am tired of holding in your secrets, their secrets, and my own. I am tired of being here without moving and not being able to say a word. I am tired of giving you comfort, but not being able to tell the truth. I am tired of holding your secrets, and hiding forever the truth. By Ka Pe
The End of the Party
Peter Morton woke with a start to face the first light. Rain tapped against the glass. It was January the fifth. He looked across a table on which a night-light had guttered into a pool of
I + You = Me
When I call out for you, you are no where to be found. I wait here... Still waiting... Now that time as gone by I realize I put too much trust in you.
From Return to Hogwarts to Return Of The Barn Owl
January 1st, 2022. A new dawn, a new day, a new year. Determined to make the most out of this first day, at 11 AM sharp I grab my boyfriend Andrew and our ginger cat, Ron Weasley, to take a long walk in the park. Having not partaken in the alcoholic beverages from last night's celebrations I'm not hangover in the least, but 8 hours of playing host did take their toll on my stamina, so fresh air seemed like the perfect solution. Granted, the boys don't exactly share my enthusiasm. Ron, in particular, is almost jet-lagged from supervising us all night and foregoing his usual sleeping pattern. But they'll come around. Such a beautiful day can't be wasted.
Slight misinterpretation part 9 and the end(the beginning)
Part 9: The End; it’s all a dream The glowering creature of deep large eyes and magnificent wings swooped upward into the sky, and then in an instant, was dust in the broken air.
A Fan girls' Artistic Dream
Act One The Moon hovers in the night sky. Bright. Beautiful. Illuminating. The stars shimmer besides the earth's natural satellite. We're transfixed. Somewhere in the distance, we hear an owl hoot.
Slight Misinterpretation part 4 and onward
Part 4: P h a n t a s ma gor ia My eyes gazed upon a random point in the bedroom's surroundings, and soon fell upon a dusty old book. I jumped up from my bed, strolling across the room to the mysterious thing. It seemed to have appeared of thin air.
The Hero's Conundrum/Chapter 6
Sammael? How or why is he here? He wasn’t around when they originally found me, now I have more questions than answers.
Part 1: House, House, House His words were drawled out, slightly lecherous in its tone, enveloping my senses, closing them off, suffocating them. Suffocating me.
I Wrote My Next Novel Project Synopsis
It's going to be an alternate universe fan fiction, and not only that but an alternative universe fan fiction that ties into what will become a shared universe novel — from my series Enchanted Luciferse!
but i'm singing like a bird about it now [ch: five]
Cas is happy, akin to overjoyed. He’s in the passenger seat of Baby, their car with his beloved as the driver. Jack and Sam had decided to try (and succeed) in teleporting back to the bunker to test Jack’s new abilities. Amara seems to have given them some sort of boost, and in turn Jack restored Cas’ grace to its original state, keeping the crack in his chassis of course. Cas wouldn't feel right without it. Though he may venture into new clothing since Dean seems to currently be listing all the things he wants the pair to do together and getting new “getups” is on the list. At some point, he snaked his hand towards Cas’ neck in the car, to idly play with his hair. Cas took to that like a cat being pet under the chin. It felt...like sunshine. It made him feel safe even as a protector. It made him feel braver.