Why I need to call myself this from now on...
Student in my class: Hey man, how come you wear that hoodie all the time?
Me: I don't know, dude. I like wear my hoodie.
SIMC: Man, it make you look like the fuckin' grim reaper and shit, nah' mean? Like you be stand there right to someone and BLAM! Dead.
Me (laughing my ass off): HAH! I like that.
SIMC: Yo, you also look like that evil dude from Star Wars, man. That evil fuck with the hood.
Me: Emperor Palpatine?
SIMC: YEAH YO! That's it.
Me (laughing again): Yo, I need to call myself Emperor Palpatine from now.
SIMC: A'ight, Emperor.
Me (going back into class): Sweet.
a modern geisha: why i understand suicide... →
frankiefunbags: gaybyassociation: adolescence and teenage years are a hard time. and if they weren’t for you, you’re either lucky or full of shit. most of us have had problems fitting in, getting comfortable with ourselves, and the like. some people are able to get to the comfortable point before they get out of their teenage years, some in mid-adulthood, but some never are quite able to...
100 word: Pole position
“I’m telling you, man. That bitch can kick rocks for all I fuckin’ care.” God was busy cleaning up the bar in some backwater titty joint called “Beaver fever” in Lawrence, Kansas, while the bouncer nearly cried into his wild turkey whiskey. “She was all right,” Boris slurred into his shotglass. “I just wish she would’ve given me a chance, you know?” God only sighed as a Zapp and Rogers song...
100 words: Wandering warnings
So, it had come to this. Artemis had mentioned a couple of days ago that she was on the hunt for Adonis, which put Aphrodite in a nervous state. She paced around her Tribeca apartment, clad in only bra and panties from Agent Provocateur and smoking a vanilla clove cigarette, wondering if she was strong enough to go after her older, wilder and more battle ready sister. She flopped onto her bed and...
What message would you want to put in a fortune...
Hey hey hey, drink vodka everyday! Snoogins. I have no filter, so have at it, y’all!
Freewrite: Switching off Think.
… It was a happy blur. The moment as my appointment was done with BEV, I ran as my legs could carry me into the subway, my heart beating with nervousness and joy. 34th street was lazily sunny as I walked with giggling catgirls, a few Narutos and Ichigo Kurosakis here and there. I even saw a decent Ash with pokeballs in hand. When I saw the far off mountain of glass named Javis that was...
Freewrite: Blind wonder.
I wonder, When I look at you tied up and trussed with leather straps that slither against your naked flesh begging to be devoured, blind to the world that quietly slips away to give us our privacy. I wonder, When the salt water stops flowing from your cheeks And you start to shiver with each brush of my fingertips Across your forbidden lips and the peaks of your mountains, your moans...
100 words: Bad Blood.
Aphrodite fell on the floor, one of her Parisienne-styled Louboutin heels nearly hitting her Laotian assistant Ailani in the face, seething at the person who had the fucking GALL to punch her after her spa treatment and Botox session. Artemis stood there with a smirk on her face, readjusting her military jacket and crouched down to meet Aphrodite’s face. “Sister,” Artemis coldly greeted. “How...