27 Recent Deviations
My Poetry: PrologueA young woman cried. No, she wasn't even that. She was a teen, no older than fifteen. Her ashen hair was shoulder length and pulled back with a sunshine yellow, cheap plastic hair-band. A police officer wrapped his arms around her comfortingly, obviously knowing the teenager well. A much smaller girl, only four or five sat beside her on the old, ugly green couch, trying hard not to cry as well. Her hair was down to her waist and the same color, a black ribbon tied in her hair. Both wore black dresses, the best clothes they had. Other officers searched the run-down residence finding nothing, not even food in the kitchen. One came back and asked her if they can search the bedrooms. While the older said it was fine, the younger watched them cautiously.My Poetry: Prologue by red-stained-december
They went down a hall where three rooms were. The first to the left was a bathroom, so they moved on. The first to the right, just a little ways down, was the sisters' room. It was a soft lavender color with a full length mirror on the f
My Poetry: Chapter OneAlfred sat at his desk in his small cubicle at the station, his feet propped on the desk as he tossed a ball up and down above him. He just wanted a case! Why did he have to write out repots all the time? That wasn't what he signed up for, isn't that what secretaries were for? He sighed; it was going to be a slow day. Maybe he could pull out another U file and make the headlines again. His last case had been the solving of a three-year-old drive-by that had been left to rot. None of the other guys did the heroic stuff like that. They had told him the second he started the habit that his heroics were futile. Their tune changed once he solved the case. The oldest he had taken on was a five-year decayed assassination on the mayor. Not only had he confirmed it had been assassination, but also the man, or more correctly the woman, responsible for it. He was hailed from this little town where he had grown up to the nearby city. And now he was a legend: The Cold Detective, bringing solace toMy Poetry: Chapter One by red-stained-december
A House Divided Cannot Stand 1Alfred leaned back in his chair as the teacher droned on about literature. Mr. Kirkland was so boring, all business like and a 'gentleman'. He had a heavy British accent, but it wasn't unusual since he was in London for his schooling. Actually, he was a foreign exchange student and living with Mr. Kirkland. That wasn't weird at all . . . The guy was single and not really good at relating to children, even worse they were related. You totally couldn't tell since the Brit seemed to always have a persistent stick up his ass. Was the guy ever young? That would be a question never to be answered; but he could be a kid at heart. Like a little kid. Arthur Kirkland was a fairy nut, thinking they were real and talking to the air. It was seriously embarrassing, but since Arthur didn't understand that, Alfred felt embarrassed for him. But seriously, Americans would never be embarrassed unless it was to help someone else. Yeah, totally! They weren't the heroes of the world for nothing man!A House Divided Cannot Stand 1 by red-stained-december
A House Divided Cannot Stand 2Ivan raised an eyebrow at the fork, but the connection was made clear. Alfred was Capitalist. Such a poor, stupid boy. He sipped the tea once more, "Actually, the USSR is Socialist or did you forget that was why the government wouldn't buy your filthy imports before the second World War. But being Amerikan, you wouldn't know the difference."A House Divided Cannot Stand 2 by red-stained-december
Alfred stared, blinking confused. They were Socialist? But everyone said they were Commies . . . What is a Socialist by the way? Never mind! He was a RED (That was something not controversial . . . right?) and that was bad by itself! What was Socialism?
"It appears your cousin is much like the Chukchi," Ivan sighed, not worried about the idiot. He was probably trying to find his way back to reality without an actual path. When Alfred's mind began resuming conscious effort, he remembered he had a foot on the table and a fork aimed at the Soviet across the table.
His head snapped to Arthur, "Ship him back to his Commie-!"
A House Divided Cannot Stand 3Alfred sat in the car, pouting like a child. He had settled himself in the far back because the Russki sat beside Arthur. Who knew the Brit was such a fucking pussy? He even treated the Commie-Socialist-Bunny with a degree of respect. Even Alfred wouldn't sink that low man! Even with all the guns of the USSR's Special Forces trained on him, ready to kill him at a . . . moment's . . . notice . . . Fuck his life.A House Divided Cannot Stand 3 by red-stained-december
Ivan looked out the window warily, his mouth set in a thin, grim line. He was in a Capitalist country, which meant they wouldn't treat him nicely. Still, he would not cower to their brutality. What neither of the Capitalists knew was that he had specifically told Spetsnaz to not fire by any means unless he was dead. They would, also, not interfere in any interactions between him and the civilians of the country. He would face it strong, and be the responsible one as often as need be.
A House Divided Cannot Stand 4Gilbert jumped at the much taller student. Alfred had a mixed feeling of covering eyes so the gore-fest wouldn't haunt his dreams for the next few years, or watch and laugh. While everyone cheered the most fearsome student in the school on (for once), Ivan watched carefully. It was really odd that Alfred suddenly became hyper sensitive to his surroundings. He saw the subtle change of color in the Soviet's eyes and the childish gleam be replaced with something a little more disturbing. Gilbert pulled back his arm and swung. Though it happened so fast, it was as though Alfred was going at super speed. He could make out every single little point. And still he didn't see what would happen next.A House Divided Cannot Stand 4 by red-stained-december
Just as Gilbert's right hand came within an inch of Ivan's face, the other grasped his arm and twisted it to the right and flipped his entire body. All from his arm! He fell against the ground and the ring of students went silent. The Russian hadn't hurt him physically, which was perhaps the worst t
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