Alfred climbed in through the back window into Sally's room. He was quietly tiptoes across the hall, his steps muffled by soft pink slippers and his clothing wrapped tightly around his body with a silk sash. Peering into Gypsy and Solomon's room through a crack, making sure they're both asleep, Alfred makes his way into the small child's nursery ( Read more... )

We are all worthy of love , we all deserve to be in a good place ( Read more... )

Alfred fidgeted, he always felt uncomfortable in doctor offices. Even though he had volunteered for the therapy, and it was his own Order running the sessions, Alfred was nervous. Hell, maybe because it was his own Order! Nerveless, his feet led him into the small waiting room for his appointment.  It was a soothing, calming room Alfred entered. ( Read more... )

Alfred sat in that empty house, staring at the mirror for what seemed like eternity. This small house, his home for almost two years, felt as empty and lifeless to him as the gold shirt he wore on his chest. He used it now lie he used his tools, as a disguise and a sham. It served his lies well, and provided him shelter when he needed it. But it ( Read more... )

Alfred took slow and steady steps into the downtown, his eyes downcast as if he refused to look at what he had done. Already his agents had intercepted tweets and IM's, blocking the truth of the matter from reaching the Sleeping populous, while sending in emergency crews to rescue those from the burning buildings due to "gas fires". Sirens rang ( Read more... )

It wasn't the month of torment, the silence or the pain ( Read more... )

The metal chair is firm and unyielding to any of the twisting and flailing Michael tries. The steel cuffs are tight on his wrists and ankles, cutting the skin ever so slightly to create small bracelets of ruby red blood. He is cold,suddenly for the first time in days, as his bathrobe was sacrificed for his project still clutched tightly in his ( Read more... )

Alfred raced down I-4, Fate a,n spells weaving and twisting around him as he pushes his tiny Ford Escorts engine to the max. Each turn and twist along the highway was perfectly timed, his car was running at peak performance. Every cop along the way suddenly had somehting else to do, the highway was a clear empty path ahead of him as if fate itself ( Read more... )

In this prompt, you’ll be given the first line of a story. Complete the story.

( Where do I go from here...? )

Toil crept along the hallway, tiptoeing down the dark corners and watching for dogs sleeping in corners. That was something he'd have to remember for next year...dogs. The bite mark on his butt was proof enough the plan needed to be refined. Ah well you live and learn, he thinks ( Read more... )