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UnHinged - Chapter 3

In Which There Are Doctors and Tuna Sandwiches. The bed was cold when Casey woke up the next morning. Sunlight streamed in the balcony doors, filtering through the curtains and casting a soft light against the floor. The clock said 12:21 in its large red block numbers. Casey yawned, stretching his arms out and taking up the entire bed, before sitting up. "God, what a night." He murmured, rubbing his eyes. After a moment, he peered over the side of the bed, expecting to see Hanna still sleeping. Except, the pillow-mattress was empty. Hanna wasn't there. Casey fought the urge to swear. Hanna was probably just somewhere in the house. He prob

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I Won The Fight

You have no power over me, I repeatedly said As you first struck my face, then my head I love you so much, you repeatedly said But rather than let you go, I’ll first see you dead I love you, you brutally beat out of me Now convince the world that I am the man of your dreams For too many years, twin ribbons of guilt and shame tied you to my heart While sledgehammers of fear and pain tore my world apart But like an artist, I airbrushed away each unflattering mark For too many years, I tip-toed through life trying to gauge Every word I said, every move I made Never knowing which would set off your untamed rage And as the world moved

Multi-Chaptered Works

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Alternate Universes

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That Man

iTunes pumped into his headphones, the tail end of La Roux's "I'm Not Your Toy" coming from the speakers. He tolerated the song; he'd heard it one too many times and it was starting to lose its luster in his eyes. His pen drifted over the tablet, his eyes focused on the screen. Some local jewelry designer wanted his professional touch to her (horrid) logo. He adjusted the color balance and let his pen drop onto the desk surface. He pinched the bridge of his nose as the next song came on with a bouncing piano, soon joined by a smooth female voice. He blinked. He didn't remember buying this song. He opened iTunes and looked. "That Man"…C

Romance One-Shots

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Humourous One-Shots

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Holiday In Spain

He was standing on his desk, bottle in his hand, crumpled cigarette balancing on his bottom lip. "I WANNA STAND UP, I WANNA LET IT GO, YA KNOW YA KNOW NO YA DON' YA DON'!!!" His voice bellowed through the empty rooms. "Yeaaahhh, ya know ya gotta help m' out, yeahhhh…" When in doubt, drink, drink and be drunk, and when you run out of things to drink, then let that sweet needle sink into your arm, and let the room spin and fall and crash as reality starts to slip up, and eat you alive. "I GOT SOUL BUT 'M NOTTA SOLDIER…" He wasn't, really. He was a terrible fighter when he thought about it- punches were half hearted, and then

Character Studies

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Radio Protector

It's been days now. They know this, even though neither can find the energy to keep track. It has become a haze, time has lost all meaning. They redefine dysfunction. Doing so makes them feel less broken. But they're losing they're they-ness. In his grungy little office, Worth stares into space, needle in hand, poised at his neck. He has doctors hands, firm and steady, hands that ALWAYS know what there's doing whether it's fingering some poor girl or giving someone a shot. He likes his hands. They're sexy. He'll live on, sure enough. His blood's in Conrad's delicious body, but he still can't help but feel sick to his much to skinny stom

Angsty One-Shots and Deathfics

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Hanna Drabbles

The Music Challenge : 1. Pick a fandom, or a character, anything. 2. Launch your music in shuffle mode. 3. For each song, write a drabble. You can't pass the song, you have only the time of the song to write. No cheating ! Free your spontaneous inspiration ! 4. Write ten drabbles. 1. The Only Hope for Me is You – My Chemical Romance When the time came to remember his life, he found that he didn't feel any different. Everything – memories of his wife he left behind, children who grew up without him, brother and sister who missed him every day, and even the parents who had died shortly after him – all of it seemed so very t

General One-Shots

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Hanna Cat and the Grim Reaper

"You almost ready to go, Aleister?" Hanna adjusted his headband one more time, making sure the fuzzy ears were properly centered on his head, and grabbed his pumpkin-shaped candy bucket off the table. Aleister stood looking over Hanna's costume. For something they had thrown together for under ten dollars at the local dollar store and with some deft use of Hanna's sewing skills, he had to admit it looked pretty good. Hanna had added thick black lines of marker to his cheeks to simulate whiskers ("Don't they usually use facepaint for that?" "Psh, I draw on myself with my markers all the time, who needs makeup!") and dressed in dark jeans

Friendship One-Shots

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Dramatic One-Shots

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Casimiro's Debut

Casimiro was in deep this time. For the past thirty minutes, he had been crouching behind a trash dumpster in a dark, dead-end back alley in the more questionable part of town. Before that, he'd been running this way and that in an effort to avoid being seen and connected to the undiscovered crime he had committed. He raised himself up to peer over the dumpster and quickly glanced towards the dingy street on his left. Seeing no one about, he crept silently, catlike, from his hiding place. The metal door of the old brick building appeared ahead and the tall, lean vampire expertly picked the lock. Click. He stepped quickly inside and close

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UnHinged - Chapter 3 by XTheAuthoressX, literature

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Up in Smoke -HINABN

Summary: when the world is falling apart around you, somebody's got to hold the seams together. Plot heavy, I think. Warning, this product may contain Conworth- don't get your hopes too high though. Preslash is preslashy at most Doc Worth lights himself a cigarette. His fingers are cold, but they don't fumble with the gears. The movement is perfected by more than a decade of practice, and the sweet little snick is the only thing that's right these days. He looks up at the stars—so much brighter tonight, there's got to be more stars in the sky than there were pages in all his college textbooks combined. He can see a stripe of dust acros

What Fools These Mortals Be 1 by HosekiDragon, literature

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What Fools These Mortals Be 1

Dusk was falling and the streets were mostly empty. A fine mist had started creeping across the cobbled streets and the yellow-ish street lights cast everything into hazy shadows and sharp white-yellow shapes. In this hour just before dark fell, the towering brick houses with their drapes drawn across the windows and their iron fenced gates chained shut seemed to loom hauntingly above the narrow streets where, hours earlier, steam-powered carriages and cars had zipped back and forth. But now, everything was silent. In fact, the only people walking down the street were a tall man and his rather short companion. To be more precise, the short o

The Silence Is Never Empty by silverhelme, literature

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The Silence Is Never Empty

The silence is never empty. Prometheus perched at an accounting desk is Offering a heartbeat in return for a saner existence And a handful of gears, ticking and clicking and tapping. If only the eagle that comes to purge your body Far more frequently these days than you'd prefer Was not your own hand, pale and fragile and shaking. Fingers curling clockwise around an oily scalpel, Trunks of music and novels and things you once loved Forgotten like so many joys, sanity and safety and silence. Your gift was once intelligence and for it you suffer now Perpetually forced to rewire a failing body and not miss The things you are replaci

Babysitting Hanna by X36, literature

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Babysitting Hanna

You're pretty sure babysitting is a little girly. But you need a quick way to make money for that video game you want and at the age of fifteen your only options are mowing lawns in the hot summer heat or babysitting. So you take the latter. Which brings you standing nervously in front of a small bulletin board at the local supermarket. It's covered with fliers for lost dogs and people giving away kittens. But that's not why you're here, you're looking for an easy babysitting gig. You pass over one looking for someone to watch triplets, because one brat is more than enough. So you take a number tab from the ad about a five year old and run ou

HINABN - Birdsong by Eloarei, literature

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HINABN - Birdsong

He'd lived in this apartment for several years now, and ever since the first night he spent there, he'd been plagued by that goddamn nightingale. 'Will you shut UP?!' he thought at it angrily, as he buried his head under his pillow every evening. The stupid thing must have been out to annoy him, for it perched right on the telephone wires right outside his bedroom window and began to sing its ridiculous song exactly two minutes after he went to bed. Every single night. His methods of dealing with the creature differed depending on his mood. Most nights he tried to ignore it, and succeeded in falling to sleep in maybe half an hour. Other time

HiNaBN: Shallow water blackout by hiccoughing, literature

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HiNaBN: Shallow water blackout

Pairing: None. (Mrs Hatch/The Ocean?) Rating: PG-13 Genre: Vignette / The kind where a magical creature tries to drown herself He calls her Myfanwy. Welsh. 'My woman.' She tries to drown herself in the bathtub. It's happened a few times before. She locks the door to the bathroom and empties the whole carton of table salt into the Atlantic-cold bathwater. It reminds her of home to do a thing like that. "Open this goddamn door, woman," he shouts, pounding on it like a storm. "Myfanwy. Please." "I'm taking a bath," she says. She chooses her words so carefully. "I'll be out soon." "Like hell you will." But he goes away anyway

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