JudeDeluca

It started with J’onn. Then came Bea. Tora. Guy was particularly worried about Tora, but then it was his turn. Max was so busy he hadn’t noticed until it was too late. That left it down to Booster and Ted. Until the day when Ted was all alone. Sitting at the JLI conference table he wondered how long he should wait for the rest of the team to show, but they never did. “This is getting ridiculous,” Ted said as he finally turned on his JLI communicator. “Booster come on, the meeting os-“ At that moment Ted startled by the jangling noise coming from the living area. He recognized the sound. It was the song R

Roy positioned the round orange vegetable in the middle of the table in HQ’s kitchen. It was by all accounts a big pumpkin. Not HUGE, but quite noticeable. Perfect for Halloween. Roy turned to Lian and asked “You wanna make a scary face?” Lian shifted in her chair as she looked at the pumpkin. She’d been excited about getting to carve a pumpkin for Halloween, but suddenly she wasn’t so enthusiastic. “I dunno.” Roy wasn’t deterred and cheerfully proposed “How ‘bout a happy face?” “Nah,” Lian shook her head in response. “Gross face,” Roy mentioned. Lian c

“Ah, geez,” Roy Harper muttered to himself. “Come on shirt, don’t be like that.  You’ve always been the reliable one in our relationship.” Roy had been stuck with a cast on his leg for more than a few weeks, after getting injured trying to fight off Deathstroke the Terminator by himself. Stupid. Brave, but stupid. Of course Roy managed to get more than a few hits on the supposed master assassin, so that was something to be proud of. And with him semi out of commission, that meant more time to spend with Lian without shunting her off on nannies and babysitters. But it also meant he’d been stuck on

“I cannot believe you talked me into this.” Damian Wayne muttered as he followed Dick Grayson down the sidewalk to their destination. “Oh stop being so serious, tonight will be fun!” Dick tried to assure his surrogate little brother. “Fun?” Damian scoffed. “You call dressing up like a bunch of jackasses and begging people to increase our likelihood of contracting diabetes fun?” “Yeah, fun!” Dick responded with enough enthusiasm to ignore Damian’s sarcasm. Fun. Ugh. Just thinking of the word made Damian cringe. “Father wouldn’t allow this.” Damian huffed. ̶

The itsy bitsy spider spun a pretty web. The itsy bitsy spider lived above her bed. The teeny tiny baby lay inside her crib. The teeny tiny baby drooled onto her bib. The baby saw the spider high above her head. The baby saw the spider this is what she said. "Why do you have so many eyes?" "So I can watch you as you sleep." "Why do you have so many legs?" "So I can run and jump and leap." "Why do you have such scary teeth?" "To eat the things that crawl and creep." "Why do you look at me that way?" The spider didn't make a peep. The baby's loving momma came in to say good night. The baby's loving momma was in for a big fright. The

there is a man who smiles at me he lives inside my room i don't know where he came from i don't know what he wants but every night he smiles at me and i have never been so scared he sits there every night in a chair in my room i am afraid to touch the chair because i don't know what he'll do if he doesn't have a chair to sit in i don't know what he'll do if he stand up i don't know what he wears but i see how tall he is and if he ever stood up i am sure he would be gigantic his hair is like straw it is wild it is messy but it doesn't hide his face i don't know what color his skin iis but his eyes are black his eyes are so black i don't even k

I am a ghost, and I haunt this house. I sit in this chair, in this house I hate, full of people I hate, but I am someone who does not exist in the real world. I write these self-absorbed masochistic words on my despair and depression as part of my ongoing attempt to suck my own dick. I am a blight on this world. I am a ghost because nothing I do matters, nothing I do is for the betterment of those around me, nothing I do has a happy conclusion. Every moment I exist in this state I radiate with negativity and hatred for myself and what I am and what has been done to me. I am a ghost because I exist to make everyone around me as miserable as I