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sidekickwhat does robin do without batman?sidekick by *doodlerTM
he surely doesn't become batman.
and he does not die.
batman does not die.
batman grows wings;
robin stands and walks
and runs and fights
without anyone holding his hand.
clockthe clock on the wall has stoppedclock by *doodlerTM
we will be talking about the atomic bomb
for eternity because
the clock on the wall has stopped.
it could not stand the thought
of time's destruction.
Choose Your Name“John Brant,” I whispered, and a dashing British gentleman appeared in my mind, arrogant and suave as the slim-fitting Italian suit he wore. He sounded classy, not overly pompous. But there was just something about him. He could be the cool confident charmer I was looking for. But he could just as well be a stiff stocky soldier with his pride shoved far up his ass.Choose Your Name by ~yoursingingsatellite
“John Chase,” The name rolled smoothly off my tongue. Another man took form, both the same and different from the first. He was just as charming, perhaps a little lower in class with a bolder tongue. And was that a little mischief I saw in his eyes? Undoubt
The Lake in Late June“Come on, Freya! What’s the worst that could happen?”The Lake in Late June by ~WritingRebel
Ricky Cartwright had been Freya’s neighbor ever since his family moved into the house whose backyard met Freya’s around three or four months ago, and their families had slowly grown closer ever since. He was probably around Freya’s age—fourteen or so—with hair that was a much darker brown than Freya’s, and hazel eyes whose color was indeterminable.
He’d been pestering her to come to the lake for weeks.
Now, here they finally were, after Freya finally gave in. Ricky was already in the water, shirtless, his white t-shirt lying on
Say It.Come on, Mike, how hard is it to tell him that you know? Every time he leaves, the words come back to me. “Luke, I know who you are, and it’s okay,” I say to myself, just like every other time, as I walk away. I bang my head against the wall a couple of times when I get home and up to my room. What’s wrong with me?Say It. by *TheBrokenBride
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It’s on the tip of my tongue to say something to Jim. It always is. I mean, we’ve been dating this long and I haven’t told him who I am? Of course, if it goes badly, I’ll either have to kill him or erase his memory. And I really don’t know which would be worse. So I put it off again, letting him go home, wondering if he’s happy.
***
“Jim, are you sure you want to be with me?”
“Y’know, I’ve always wondered why you call me ‘Jim.’”
“You use my middle name.”
“Yeah, but why shorten ‘James?’ Unless ‘Luke’ is short for some
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Finalized plans for the summer: I'll be staying at my grandparent's place with my sister (~
I always appreciate the support.
