OC Meeting!"Dude! I think the OC conference can convene! Solving all of the story's problems by talking excessively! No matter how hard it seems we can fix anything with-"
"RJ! Stop quoting America and get on with it!" Peri says, leaning back in her chair with an annoyed expression, her eye turning a little red.
"Ok! Sheesh." I walk up to the huge easel on one side of me. "Ok, so, problems this week are...?"
Morticia steps forward on the table. "Most of us feel sorely neglected. You have only been using that gambling alcoholic for stories for a while now! I think it's about time you switched back to some of us."
"Ok." I write this down on the board, then turn back to the group. "Anything else?"
"I'm insulted! You just passed off that insult like it was nothing!" Ace protests, standing up.
"Sit down. It was perfectly valid. You have to remember where she lives, Ace."
Ace sits back down again, grumbling.
"Ooo! I want to know when you will finish the KH fanfiction."
"Ok, Teri. Now, I have a question
Guitar"Daaaaaaaaaaddy!" Joker, King and Queen all whined, sitting up in their beds.
"What is it?" Ace sighed, poking his head into the room.
"We can't sleep!" They all said in unison.
"Have you tried?"
"You've only been in here for half an hour!"
"Sing us to sleep! Sing us to sleep!" They chanted, jumping up and down.
"Fine, fine! Just a second..." Ace said, going out of the room.
He grabbed his guitar and came back, getting comfy on a stool.
"What do you want to hear?" He asked.
"We don't know!" The triplets giggled.
Ace rolled his eyes and plucked at the strings, thinking hard.
Then, when a song came to him, he strummed a few chords and started singing.
"Let me hold you,
For the last time,
It's the last chance to feel again.
But you broke me,
Now I can't feel anything.
When I love you,
It's so untrue,
I can't even convince myself.
When I'm speaking,
It's the voice of someone else."
His voice was lower than the rest of the song allowed, but he still managed to flow through it,
Heeeey..."Dave! This is the fifth time in as many days! Look where you're going!" I shouted at him, sitting on the floor to put all the contents of the box back in.
"I'm sorry! I was in a hurry!" He said, putting on his signature sheepish smile.
I rolled my eyes and went back to picking up so I could hide the smile that threatened to break through my expressionless face.
"I'll help if you like!"
"N-no, Dave, I'm fine. Sorry." I picked up the box again and got up, resting it on my hip and walking quickly away.
"Hey, Little Spade! You know you could try not shouting his ear off so much. I know there's no hope for him, but come on!" Ace walked alongside me, trying to keep up.
"I told you not to call me that. And King is chatting up girls twice his age again. Go and sort him out."
"Fine... You wanna tell me what's wrong, first?"
"Ok..." Ace walked off in the opposite direction, and I sighed with relief.
That was a close call...
My phone rang almost insistently, distracting m
Servant of EvilConsumed by darkness...
Is any power really worth that price?
To slowly watch everything
Slowly crumble around you,
While you carry on
In your reign of destruction.
I've seen the look in your eyes,
With your soul shattered,
Consumed by the dark skies.
I don't see a way to save you.
You continue with your deceit.
You think that you are all powerful,
Wearing the cloth of kings.
You are just wearing,
The cloth of the servants.
Your are a puppet,
And it is the master.
You are truly just a servant.
A servant of evil.
Meet DaveA crash sounded on the ground floor of the casino, waking me up with a start. I immediately looked at the glowing clock by my bed, and saw it was 3am. Sighing, I got up, grabbing the gun from the drawer of the bedside table. I didn't get the point, but Ace always said 'you can never be too careful'.
I rolled my eyes when I thought up his statement. What's gonna come out at me at 3am? A cat, maybe?
A sentence of colourful swearwords drifted up from the stack of boxes strewn all over the floor by the entrance to the kitchen, and I shifted a few to find a... person.
"Who are you?!" I said, putting one of the lights on and holding my gun up a little.
A thin man about the same age as Ace looked up at me, a paniced expression flying across his face as he scrambled to his feet, his hands held up in front of him.
"Hey! Don't. Shoot me." He said quickly. And then he looked at me properly. "You're a chic! A hot chic~ What are you doing here?"
"Don't ask me that! I live here!"
"Oooooh. So y
Old Toy BoxI looked through my attic the other day,
Through pictures of family been and gone.
Old school records and stacks of photos with friends.
Letters that I've read a thousand times...
I'm surprised the ink hadn't faded.
Then I came across a very big box,
And brushed away the cobwebs and dust.
This seemed to be a box I hadn't looked through in years;
I wondered why it was so neglected.
When I opened this box,
And emptied its contents,
I found all my old drawings and sketches.
Some were in colour,
Some in black and white;
All in order of genre and type.
My old friends from so long ago.
My childhood imaginary friends.
I remember promising myself I would never forget them,
But I suppose I had to grow up.
Those characters were my escape route,
To worlds I could only dream up.
It made me sad to see them like this...
Covered in dust and sorely neglected.
Just waiting for the day,
I came back to play,
And go back to the worlds I weaved with them.