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I know I have this elsewhere but I can't remember where and I'm pulling it from my profile.
07:39 Feb 27 2010
Times Read: 582




There stands a patched up but run down house, shabby but standing. Bright, cheerful shutters cover the windows of a dark abyss. In the front is a comfortable looking porch and a door that seems inviting. Despite this you walk the almost invisible path through the yard so over grown it almost seems to be a miniature forest. It leads you around to a desolate door almost entirely hidden with hinges so tight you can barely open it. The air brushing by you as you enter sends a chill down your spine. Just inside the door is an entryway with broken glass and dirty shoes scattered all over. As you step past you enter a hallway with peeling wall paper and in places you can see the plaster crumbling. Debris is spread along the way and graffiti clutters the walls. Not far down you come to a man staring blankly at a mirror, you shiver looking at him and feel like you're staring at a corpse. He just stands there staring at the mirror while his reflection laughs sadistically and destroys everything it can reach. You move on and before long you come to a door hanging by a single hinge and standing open, you look in to see a black walled room with now windows and no light fixtures. On the far side of the room you see a man curled up in the darkest corner next to a drawerless dressar and silently weeping, you see that his tears have never seem to hit the floor. You walk on down the hallway until you come upon a hole in the wall, peeking in you see a bright room that's completely sealed but for this hole. Inside is a man laughing like a fool while tossing a bouncing ball and dancing after it. As you continue on after that you find an alcove that is covered over with bars, sitting inside the alcove on a futon is a man continuously running a knife across his arm and each stroke of the blade makes him shiver in joy. He looks up at you with a twisted grin and gets up, he presses against the bars and without warning lashes out at you with the knife. Then he grins at you and goes back to what he was doing. A little farther on you find a man sitting in a wide open room with an arching doorway, he stands there tugging on a leash binding him to the wall over and over. Seeing you he growls with desire and paces at the end of his leash, all the while still tugging it. Not very far away is another room and in this room is only a very luxurious bed and a night stand, a man lays there staring at you and a smile slowly spreads across his face promising things that would make you weak in the knees. Pulling yourself from this place you come to the end of the hall and an open room with very little decoration and acroos from you is the front door. In the middle of the room is a table with four men playing cards, each a little different but somehow all going together. One man wears a smile and dispenses wit and sarcasm any chance he gets, another sits there without expression and exuding an odd placidity, the next keeps to himself and his body language speaks of submission while his eyes speak of domination, and the last bears a slight but wicked grin and his eyes say he knows that nobody else's hand will ever beat his.

Untitled, part of Chapter 1.
22:25 Feb 17 2010
Times Read: 592

I walked into the club and looked around at the crowd standing around and waiting for the music to start. I was decked out in my favorite concert outfit; baggy black pants with chains, a plain black t-shirt, and black biking gloves. My head was freshly shaven and my goatee trimmed.



"Hey, Trick!" I heard my friend Maggie shout at me from near the bar.



I looked over to see her standing there with one arm looped through one of some guy, her most recent date. I never will figure out where she finds these guys. He had a a dark blue, six inch mohawk with black at the tips. He was wearing a grey shirt that said "True Neutral" and a pair of worn and torn blue jeans. Maggie couldn't have contrasted with him more unless he was wearing a cowboy getup. She was wearing a thigh length black skirt with lots and lots of lace that was torn here and there with black leggings and boots covered in clasps, to top this off she was wearing a back and read corset with darker red thread trimming it. I thought it matched her crimson red hair pretty good.



As I reached them she let go of her date to fling her arms around my neck and squeal, "Hey there! For a moment I thought you were going to ignore us!"



I laughed. "For a moment I thought about it but then I remembered the scene you made at the supermarket last week when I didn't go through your lane to get checked out."



She looked at me and pouted. "You wouldn't dare!" She said this with all the hurt a five year old would if you punished them for something they didn't do so I reached out and ruffled her hair. I was rewarded with a girn and a wink before she turned to introduce me to her date. "This is Mat. Mat, this is Trick. He's my non-romantic life mate." This had been her designation for me pretty much since we met. We dated for about a week and things had naturally settled into an easy friendship instead of becoming more deeply involved. As a rule I always met her dates before the went out 3 times, Maggie has never had the best judgement when it came to romantic involvement.



Mat gave us a funny look before speaking to me, "Trick?" He said it in a way that was clear he wanted to know ask if my parents had a sense of humor.



I grinned as I shook his hand and said, "It's a shortened nick name that everyone always calls me. It started out with people calling me Trickster because I used to play pranks on people all the time. At some point people just started calling me Trick."



"Hmm. So, non-romantic life mates. Are you gay?"



At this Maggie and I busted out laughing. The first time one of her dates asked me this I was a little offended but since everyone one of them over the past few years had asked the same question it was just funny now.