|You heard me, DC. Bring her back.|
There Is A Lady In Our ClosetShe has always been in our closet.There Is A Lady In Our Closet by JudeDeluca
I do not know how she got in our closet.
I do not know why she is in our closet.
She will not tell me why she is in our closet.
She gets angry when I ask her why she is in our closet.
I do not like it when she is angry.
I do not like the lady in our closet.
But I cannot tell her that I do not like her.
I tried to once.
And I got hurt.
And she told me she would do it again.
So I am always nice to the lady in our closet.
Because it is the only way she will stay in our closet.
Because I do not want to end up like my brother.
My parents still cry over him.
But the lady is very lonely.
She wants to play with me.
I am afraid to tell her no.
But she tells me she is very lonely in the closet.
She tells me if I do not find someone to play with her I will get hurt.
So I find someone to play with the lady in our closet.
And for a while I do not hear her.
I do not hear anyone in the closet.
And then the next day she tells me she wants to pla
A Bad Idea (With Arsenal and Lightning Lad)“This was a bad idea.”A Bad Idea (With Arsenal and Lightning Lad) by JudeDeluca
“Yeah, this was a bad idea. You shouldn’t have done it.”
“I shouldn’t have done it?! You shouldn’t have done it!”
“No way! I thought of it first!”
“You did not! My wife’s a mind reader so I know you didn’t think of this first!”
“Oh please, like you’d get her to stoop so low.”
Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house, not a creature was stirring… because all of the commotion was currently coming from the top of the house, specifically the chimney, as two red-clad figures were currently struggling to free themselves from the top of the chimney.
Roy Harper (Arsenal) of the Teen Titans, and Garth Ranzz (Lightning Lad) of the Legion of Super-Heroes, were crammed inside a small, redbrick chimney, with both of their top halves sticking out and fruitlessly struggling to free themselves from their soot-stained prison.
“You already saw I
Too Many RobinsOctober 31st, 200XToo Many Robins by JudeDeluca
Halloween, a time of year sugar rushes and getting the bejezes scared out of you are not only time honored traditions but mandatory regulations. Across the United States, children and those who remain young at heart are preparing for the spooktastic celebrations that come once a year (at least according to those uptight calendar corporation buttheads) by dressing up as whatever, or whomever, they so please, collect candy, and/or attend parties.
Nearly every home is adorned with jack-o-lanterns, cut outs of witches, ghosts, goblins, and vampires, fake blood is drenched and dried across walls, and adults stand by with heaping helpings of different kinds of candy to tantalize the pallets of the young (the cool ones in any event).
“Hurry up Daddy!”
“I’m coming Lian but these bags are heavy!”
Roy Harper tried to keep up with his young daughter Lian, who was carrying a half-full bag of candy and assorted treats while her