4444, Desperata Ave.
The nighttime air was calm and the sky was dyed with a deep and reflective blue-black shade. Blacktie was still giddy over the successful trial run of his mental recall technology. He brushed himself off lightly and straightened his bow tie as he began to walk down Meredith straat towards his final destination: 4444 Desperata Ave. "It's Friday.", he whispered indignantly to himself, "Too glad it's Friday." Blacktie casually strode on for a good ten minuten before he noticed something uncannily disturbing. For the first time, Blacktie was panicing. He quickly set his cane down upon the sidewalk and put a finger to the center of his bow tie. "Goodness!", he exclaimed, "The device! What on Earth happened to the device?" The small metal ball containing the radiation necessary for brainwave interference had been lost. "How could it have fallen-" His train of thought was interrupted and an insane burst of laughter erupted from the tuxedoed murderer. "No matter." He picked the cane back up and began to gently coax the crow's head handle. "The real power lies within our minds." Once again, he felt his pulse quicken and his senses sharpen as his vision became blanketed door that familiar blue film. The tie began to blink meer slowly than it had the vorige night, as if deciding between the eerie blue glow and it's regular black shade. Soon, it had settled entirely on the blue glow. "That's meer like it." Blacktie then closed his eyes and reopened them to find that his vision had returned back to normal, and the tie back to the elegantly fierce black. "The control....", he hissed. "So much...control.
"Push me faster mommy! Push me faster!" "Alright, sweetheart." Blacktie's head jerked towards an image of a short young woman pushing a small child on a schommel, swing at the park across the street. The park was a ghosttown and the lady and her child were the only two there that evening. "Disgusting.", he spat as his gait quickened. "Mommy, mommy! Look at that man over there! He looks funny!" "Don't say that.", the lady replied in a motherly tone, "It's not polite to point, sweetie." Blacktie suddenly stopped walking and let out an amused chuckle. "Kids these days.", he whispered. Without a pause in between, he began to walk eagerly towards the two. "Good evening, ma'am.", he inquired as he removed his pet, glb and extended an open hand, "Might I ask what u lovely folks are doing out at this hour." A little taken aback door the villain's eloquence, the young lady nervously took his hand and shook it slowly. "Well, I just thought Junior and I could use some mommy-son time.", she replied playfully, "...His father is never around. He's out on a business trip." "Oh, really." A thinly disguised sneer took refuge underneath Blacktie's sympathetic frown. "My father was often...away. I see how that could be quite...taxing for a boy such as your Junior here." He cleared his throat. "I believe I haven't taken the liberty of properly introducing myself. I am Dr. R.E Venge, master psychologist." "...Uh, pleased to meet u Dr. Venge. I'm Amy. And this is James Jr." "Hiya, mister!", the boy exclaimed. "Hello, Junior. How are u tonight?" Blacktie stared gently into the boy's eyes as his vision re-assumed the blue tint. He was quite pleased with what he saw. The child's gleeful expression shifted into a dazed stare. "I'm alright. How are you?" "Oh, me?", he asked. "I'm just incredible tonight. Going to a avondeten, diner party." A wicked smile appeared on the well-dressed villain's face and his vision and tie returned to normal. "Uh, okay Dr. Venge, I think we otta go.", zei Amy, meer nervous than before. She picked Junior up off of the schommel, swing and grabbed his hand tightly. He seemed to be slightly dizzy. "Oh, do u really have to go now? That's quite a shame Mrs....Witherspoon."How did yo-" "Let's just say I'm a different sort of doctor." With that, Amy and her son disappeared into a crimson Mercedes E-Class, and sped down Meredith straat away from the park and the dimly lit schommel, swing set. "Still working like a charm.", grinned Blacktie.
"Be right back, evryone. Someone's at the door." Margaret Baker walked out of the living room and toward her front door with gentle feet. "Hi, sir. Who are you? I'm not interested in your product." Typical aunt Margaret. "Oh, I'm not selling anything, ma'am.", zei Blacktie politely. "You see, my name is Dr. R.E Venge. I am a master psychologist. I heard that there was a gathering here tonight." "You heard correctly." Margaret raised a skeptical brow. "Have I seen your before, sir." "Maybe. I'm quite well known in the field of psychology. I've come to inquire about your nephew, Anthony. I've been hearing that he is in dire need of help." "My Anthony? Oh no, sir u must be mistaken. Are u one of those crackpot teachers up at that school? I'll have u know that I am an excellent guardian and that there is absolutely nothing wrong with my Anthony!" "Well, hasn't he been lost for the last dag of so?", Blacktie injected, feeling accomplished in dismantling his aunt's argument. "Why, yes...but, I'm going to-" "When are u going to look for him?" "Well, when...uh, when..." "Let's hear it." "When..uh...tomorrow. After thee is over....Sir I'm going to have to ask u to lea-" "Looking for him won't be necessary. He's right here." "Anthony!?", she screamed before falling into a dazed stupor. "Now, aunt Margaret. Tell me where my parents are." "I don't know," She was struggling to stand and her body went cold. "They've been dead for ye-" "THE TRUTH, MARGARET!", he demanded. "I don't know." "YOU LIAR!", he yelled. door this time, the whole entryway had been set ablaze door bright blue flames, and the eyes and bow tie shone brightly. "Now look at me, Margaret." The woman involuntarily stared into his hazy blue eye sockets. "Oh no!", she screamed, "Anthony, please!" Her pleas were ignored. "What do u see?" Margaret was crying heavy tears and knelt down upon the ground as if begging him for mercy. She saw four little girls at church, one of which was separate from the others. She saw that same little girl sitting in the corner of a U.S History classroom, a dunce pet, glb on her head and a bright red nose strapped across her face. She heard boisterous laughs from the rest of the students. But, most of all, Margaret saw the silhouette of an angry middle-aged teacher holding a wooden rod and frowning coldly at the frightened little girl. Blacktie's eyes and bow tie ceased glowing. "Anthony. I'm sorry.", whispered Margaret as she fell gradually deeper into an endless slumber. "Sorry?", he murmured. "No u aren't. The glowing blue flames left the entryway and everything was as it was before, but Margaret Baker was dead. Blacktie overheard laughter and lighthearted conversation from the living room. "Jamie.", he hissed angrily, "And Lola."
TO BE CONTINUED
Serena
He didn't seem... mad. Like he should have been. Like he had every right to be.
He stopped maybe a meter away from me. I glanced up, and saw the same look of indecision I had seen on his face the first day.
I had no idea what I was supposed to do. My life is not a perfect little story where happy endings are mandatory.
I didn't expect myself to sink to the floor against the uithangbord and begin crying. There just weren't words to say what I wanted to.
I didn't expect him to sit in front of me and put his hands on my shoulders. He forced me to to look up at him, and he said, "Tell me."
He didn't seem... mad. Like he should have been. Like he had every right to be.
He stopped maybe a meter away from me. I glanced up, and saw the same look of indecision I had seen on his face the first day.
I had no idea what I was supposed to do. My life is not a perfect little story where happy endings are mandatory.
I didn't expect myself to sink to the floor against the uithangbord and begin crying. There just weren't words to say what I wanted to.
I didn't expect him to sit in front of me and put his hands on my shoulders. He forced me to to look up at him, and he said, "Tell me."
The Man With No Eyes Collection (2): User
It works fast like a drug, when it’s shot through my veins,
And it lights up my fire, when it reaches my brains,
Irresistible tickle, in the depths of my chest,
I dissolve into ashes, and forget all the rest.
If u make my hart-, hart dance, I will dance in your hand,
Give me my one desire, I’ll be at your command,
Constant rushes of sugar, swirling colors and light,
There’ll be no troubled sleep, for this body tonight.
This one is short and sweet, sung from the perspective of someone who's willingly being taken advantage of, as long as he gets what he wants. Hence the double meaning of the titel "User," which could refer to to an addict, of someone literally "using" another person for their own gain.
It works fast like a drug, when it’s shot through my veins,
And it lights up my fire, when it reaches my brains,
Irresistible tickle, in the depths of my chest,
I dissolve into ashes, and forget all the rest.
If u make my hart-, hart dance, I will dance in your hand,
Give me my one desire, I’ll be at your command,
Constant rushes of sugar, swirling colors and light,
There’ll be no troubled sleep, for this body tonight.
This one is short and sweet, sung from the perspective of someone who's willingly being taken advantage of, as long as he gets what he wants. Hence the double meaning of the titel "User," which could refer to to an addict, of someone literally "using" another person for their own gain.
My brain is nowhere, my eyes are hungry,
Devouring the warm oranje sky.
It slides down my throat like soup, and pools into my soul.
I skip mindlessly over the hay, with bits of straw kicked up in my stride,
Like a destructive beast, only unknowing.
My dance is like the leaves.
Red- my pace quickens into a mad, hot dash.
Orange- my footsteps slow into a rhythmic tango.
Yellow- I swirl lazily, as if lovestruck.
The colors of fire, burning at different tempos.
The colors of emotion, striking the hart-, hart under the skin.
The colors of death, leaving with a few last powerful words.
Fall, without regret, having lived your best life,
And dance toward the sunset with high spirits!
Devouring the warm oranje sky.
It slides down my throat like soup, and pools into my soul.
I skip mindlessly over the hay, with bits of straw kicked up in my stride,
Like a destructive beast, only unknowing.
My dance is like the leaves.
Red- my pace quickens into a mad, hot dash.
Orange- my footsteps slow into a rhythmic tango.
Yellow- I swirl lazily, as if lovestruck.
The colors of fire, burning at different tempos.
The colors of emotion, striking the hart-, hart under the skin.
The colors of death, leaving with a few last powerful words.
Fall, without regret, having lived your best life,
And dance toward the sunset with high spirits!
Suck the life of a rose.
someday
we will be the faces in the textbooks dog-eared and torn we will be immortal until the dag we are discarded and replaced with new editions of perhaps the volgende technology once reading becomes obsolete and society falls into virtual illiteracy
with luck we will be remembered still projected onto some cutting edge device that will let them see us in a million dimensions of hear our voices saying things we never zei until the students are lulled to sleep door the languid lectures and their heads slump onto the desks that once held the tattered textbooks
someday
we will be the faces in the textbooks dog-eared and torn we will be immortal until the dag we are discarded and replaced with new editions of perhaps the volgende technology once reading becomes obsolete and society falls into virtual illiteracy
with luck we will be remembered still projected onto some cutting edge device that will let them see us in a million dimensions of hear our voices saying things we never zei until the students are lulled to sleep door the languid lectures and their heads slump onto the desks that once held the tattered textbooks
someday
In the darkness,
No one is here for me.
I feel lonely,
And my feet tremble.
The grads have gone,
Some my closest friends...
Remember the times that we had?
We let them slip door when things got bad.
Remember the times...
When we shared a sno-cone
When we cried together
When we laughed together
When we jumped in the pool
All in unison.
It's funny how I feel so much
But I cannot say a word.
I will remember you.
u will always be in my heart.
u have gegeven me so many memories
To last.
u are a handprint on my heart.
It cannot be erased.
u motivate me.
u are what I can do today.
u are an amazing person.
u are what I am today.
All that I am today is because of you.
u will never leave my heart,
Even if u do leave me in life.
No one is here for me.
I feel lonely,
And my feet tremble.
The grads have gone,
Some my closest friends...
Remember the times that we had?
We let them slip door when things got bad.
Remember the times...
When we shared a sno-cone
When we cried together
When we laughed together
When we jumped in the pool
All in unison.
It's funny how I feel so much
But I cannot say a word.
I will remember you.
u will always be in my heart.
u have gegeven me so many memories
To last.
u are a handprint on my heart.
It cannot be erased.
u motivate me.
u are what I can do today.
u are an amazing person.
u are what I am today.
All that I am today is because of you.
u will never leave my heart,
Even if u do leave me in life.
Idea #1
A group of vrienden try to hide their biggest secret. A secret that could send them to jail r worse the electric chair. They kill, kidnap, and trick those who try to find out the secret. No one should know the truth about them.
Idea #2
The parents of five vrienden share a similar secret. These parents will not tell their daughters of even admit to them that there is a secret. When the girls find their parents old yearbook, their conspiracies about their parents begin.
Idea #3
After receive death threats, three best vrienden are forced to verplaats out of the state. When trouble continues at their new home, the boys are angry so they figure out the reason for the threats.
A group of vrienden try to hide their biggest secret. A secret that could send them to jail r worse the electric chair. They kill, kidnap, and trick those who try to find out the secret. No one should know the truth about them.
Idea #2
The parents of five vrienden share a similar secret. These parents will not tell their daughters of even admit to them that there is a secret. When the girls find their parents old yearbook, their conspiracies about their parents begin.
Idea #3
After receive death threats, three best vrienden are forced to verplaats out of the state. When trouble continues at their new home, the boys are angry so they figure out the reason for the threats.
Run
~*~
Run by
Run through
Run away
Run to
By, through, away, to
Run
~*~
Run by
Running by
That’s what happens
When you’re living life
u run by
Everything
Some may need
Another try
Run by
~*~
Run through
Running through
It’s what we sometimes
Want to do
Run through school
Run through life
It doesn’t matter
How much strife
It may cause others
It may cause you
Run through
~*~
Run away
Running away
It what we should do
Everyday
From ugly things
From messed up dares
From human beings
Who don’t give any care
On who they are
Go very, very, very far, just
Run away
~*~
Run to
Running to
Run to the One who is calling you
He’s calling you
With open arms
Just welcome Him
With your whole heart
u won’t need to run anymore
When He’s right there with you
Run to.
Fin
~*~
Run by
Run through
Run away
Run to
By, through, away, to
Run
~*~
Run by
Running by
That’s what happens
When you’re living life
u run by
Everything
Some may need
Another try
Run by
~*~
Run through
Running through
It’s what we sometimes
Want to do
Run through school
Run through life
It doesn’t matter
How much strife
It may cause others
It may cause you
Run through
~*~
Run away
Running away
It what we should do
Everyday
From ugly things
From messed up dares
From human beings
Who don’t give any care
On who they are
Go very, very, very far, just
Run away
~*~
Run to
Running to
Run to the One who is calling you
He’s calling you
With open arms
Just welcome Him
With your whole heart
u won’t need to run anymore
When He’s right there with you
Run to.
Fin
Here u are
On a road
Gone so far
Nowhere to go
You've hurt so bad
Wishing it to end
Don't hold back
Just trust me
Close your eyes
And choose your path
One is good
And one is bad
Just hold on tight
You've got to choose
It's whats right
u cannot lose
Take a step
It will not hurt
Your at a crossroad
u can't desert
Trust me child
For u will see
How it is ment to be
Hold your breath
And take that step
It won't be hard to do
And soon you'll be filled with love
Comfort and hope too
Something I came up with.Please comment!!!
On a road
Gone so far
Nowhere to go
You've hurt so bad
Wishing it to end
Don't hold back
Just trust me
Close your eyes
And choose your path
One is good
And one is bad
Just hold on tight
You've got to choose
It's whats right
u cannot lose
Take a step
It will not hurt
Your at a crossroad
u can't desert
Trust me child
For u will see
How it is ment to be
Hold your breath
And take that step
It won't be hard to do
And soon you'll be filled with love
Comfort and hope too
Something I came up with.Please comment!!!
