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YJ:Rise of the Scarlette Torch:part 21 "Alert solar flares have reached caution level"
The dark knight was interrupted from analyzing Nat's blood by the alarm. Walking towards the Watchtowers main screens, a bright red sign flashed before his eyes, warning him about the solar flares that have been happening recently. Apparently their strong enough to cause caution. Pressing the speaker button, Batman called up Fire. When the green haired Brazilian arrived he told her,
"I've got a mission for you"
"Come on ST you got this!"
"Are you really gonna let a girl beat you?"
Looking up, I saw a drop of sweat pour down Wally's face. An idea suddenly flashed in my mind as I ever so slightly heated up my hand, forcing Wally's hand down on the table.
"Aha! I won!" I yelled as I leaped up from the table and my arms sho
YJ:Rise of the Scarlette Torch:part 20
After the fight at Santa Prisca, the team was kind of in a win loose situation, we won the battle, but not the war. Yet we still haven't found out who the mole was.
"We have reason to feel proud of yesterday's victories. But one thing has not changed." Aqua lad told us as we walked in the debriefing area of the cave.
"Somehow, the bad guys are still getting inside intel about us." Robin said.
"Yeah, but at least we know none of us were the mole." Wally always tried to see the bright side of things. His happiness is something that, even though I've been grouchy the past few weeks, somehow keeps me afloat, besides from Roy.
"That's correct. The mole was Red Arrow." Batman concluded, bringing up files on Red arrow.
I'm sorry, did I hear wrong? Maybe it was the pills jacking up my hearing. They've been doing really weird stuff to me lately, I'm itchy all over, my throat feels sore, tiredness, grouchiness, and other stuff I won't m
YJ:Rise of the Scarlette Torch:part 19
Today was the day that several powerful heroes, including Red Arrow, were to be included in the famous Justice League. While the ceremony was taking place outside the hall of Jusitce, the team was inside, watching the ceremony from a large t.v.
"The Justice League was formed for two reasons. First, as an acknowledgement that no single individual, no matter how powerful, can solve all the world's problems alone. And second, to uphold the values of Truth, Liberty and Justice.
"That last one's even in the name. These five heroes have sworn to uphold those values." Superman gave a speech about these incredible heroes and why the League was formed.
"You are watching live coverage of the Justice League's induction of its five newest members. Looks like the entire League showed up to welcome the new blood.
Everyone, from Batman to Captain Marvel." Cat Grant reported from watching the ceremony in the crowd.
"I'm glad they did
YJ: Rise of the Scarlette Torch:part 18
"Ladies and Gentlemen, Welcome to the Haly International Travelling Circus! Where the world in the center ring is your oyster and these are our latest pearls! The Daring Dangers! Dan Danger, Dawn Danger, Diane Danger, Dane Danger, Dean Danger, and Destanie Danger! You'll never see another trapeze act like this, folks, And all of it, without a net!" The ring master introduced the "Danger siblings".
'Destanie Danger' was Natasha in disguise as her and Megan, Conner, Roy, and Robin are on an undercover mission at a circus. Destanie was on the ground with the others while she did tricks as Conner, "Dean'' threw her up in the air. Natasha was in the middle of flipping when she looked up and saw that Robin had missed Megan's hand and was falling.
"Robin!" Yelled the Martian.
"Don't blow our cover!" Commanded the 13 year old
"But saving your life's OK?" Asked Conner as he threw a barrel in the air, robin landing on it and grabbing 'Dawn's' hand.
YJ:Rise of the Scarlette Torch:part 17
Outside the cave, it was quiet, peacefull, just the way Natasha liked it. The dark red head was outside of the cave, feeling the slight breeze on a November day. She was wearing a large hoodie that Roy let her borrow with skinny blue jeans and blue toms. The team her sat with her legs in front of her, her large sketch pad in her lap with a variety of graphite pencils on her side. Whenever she was calm, Nat would come to her secret little place outside of the mountain. It had overlapping trees that blocked the sunlight, but let little seeps of rays come through. She was sitting there, drawing a bird that was in the nest right in front if her. It was a blue hummingbird and was sleeping cozily in its wooden nest.
Suddenly, she felt a pair of warm, string hands come over her eyes. The girls' first reaction was to fight, but she relaxed when she heard his voice.
"Gee I wonder who? Does this person wear red and black at night?" She
YJ:Rise of the Scarlette Torch: part 16
"Now?" Natasha whined to Roy about her blindfold. It was noon on Friday and when the redhead admitted to never going to amusement park, Roy had promised to take her to one the next day. No team, just the two of them. The could had decided to not tell the team of their relationship, even though Natasha felt like she should tell Wally.
"We'll tell them when were ready" he assured her.
"Yes sunshine, you can take it off now" Roy chuckled at his girlfriend who hated the nickname, as he untied the bandana around her emerald green eyes. She rolled her eyes at the comment as she took in the scene before her. They were at a fair, stands of games and popcorn. She could see a family at a booth, a dad throwing rings at dozens of coke bottles. He managed to get a ring around the top and received a giant teddy bea
YJ:Rise of the Scarlette Torch:part 15
Are you sure you don't want to go Nat? Wally asked right before they were getting ready to go to their school Halloween dance .
Inspecting her nails, she replied, "Nah. I'm good. I'm not really into Halloween and the whole creepy mask thing. I think we have enough masks already" she chuckles.
Shrugging he bent down and petted wolf. The red head looked up from her dark ruby nils to witness Megan wrapping Conner with toilet paper which she believed to be a zombie. She rolled her eyes and walked over to Wally.
"Have fun tonight wall-man. You going with anyone?"
"Nah, I'm a lone-wolf" he smirked.
"Really? Why don't you take Artemis? You'll guys will have fun." She winked and smiled.
"I think I'll pass." Commented Wally even though he was hiding a small blush.
Shrugging her shoulders, she walked back to the couch and turned on the t.v.when the two other female fighters entered the room.
"Hey Nat!" Zatanna gree
YJ:Rise of the Scarlette Torch:part 14
"I'm coming after you I promise!" Roy assured the terrified red head, before she disappeared between the teleportation.
Gasping for air, Natasha shot right up from her bed, clutching her rose red sheet on the bed. The last two days Natasha has been having nightmares about the exercise that went wrong a few days ago. No one was faring well with the trauma, and Miss Martian was doing worse because she's technically responsible for it.
Hearing a small noise outside her door, she quickly threw fires at the door, which proved only to be a squeak within the flooring. Still trying t calm down, she put her right hand to her forehead, trying to block out the images of the exercise, only to find that there was sweat running along her face, combined with a tears threatening to escape her eyes. Refusing, she quickly shut them both, not allowing them to slip through.
YJ:Rise of the Scarlette Torch:part 13
"Tornado? did you-" Zatanna came on screen as the whole team watched several members of the league dissenegrate before their eyes.
"Yes. We saw. Celestial defenses have failed. Initiate all terrestrial measures."
"Affirmative. See you in the field." Zatanna responded, signing off.
"Red tornado, should we go out there?" natasha asked their den mother.
"I must join the League. We will protect the planet at all costs. But should we fail, the responsibility falls to you." He constructs the team, answering the red head.
"We stand ready." aqualad said.
Natasha then saw Robin put on the news after Red Tornado zeta-d out of the cave.
"Are they going to be able to take that t
Fly little childChild of air and light
hiding within a cage
of leaves and twigs
why do you not rise?
One who hangs so near to the sky
has no right to neglect it
to return to the ground
and crawl amongst the worms beneath
like those you chose to rise above
like those who can only aspire
to be so near to the sky as you.
Child of feather and beauty
Hanging between wonder and despair
to do not hear the sound
of your wings' sadness
do you not hear how they weep?
How they beg for a return
for a chance
to bask amongst the clouds
for which they were meant to see.
Children of wonder and sunlight
will rise above your chains
of fear and hoplesness?
Rise and fly
above me , above the Earth
above all of us
and let us watch
from the shadows of your wings.
will you fly for yourself,
will you fly fo
I am a turtleI am a turtle
with the waters of hope
to keep me alive
and hardened to the touch
to protect a soft core.
I am a turtle
wrinkled, wrangled and dry
with a home on my back
and the world before my eyes
slowly growing nearer.
Lipstick Stained KissesMy best friend used to tell me
"Leslie Dianne, I love you and I hate you
all in the same breath."
I didn't understand what he meant.
So I shut him up with lipstick stained kisses
that tasted like my last cigarette.
He was the first boy I ever loved.
Since we were children we made blanket forts,
we played outside and counted the stars.
We both had troubled childhoods.
Left with the bitterness of abandonment, and the memories of verbal abuse
we looked in all the wrong places for love and comfort.
I was 14 years old when I learned that happiness is found at the bottom of a bottle.
Instead of making blanket forts we poured shots.
Slippery nipples, kamikaze's, Irish car bombs, liquid cocaine, screaming orgasms, tequila slammers, you name it me poured that shit and let me tell you,
I can slam down shots like I slam fucking poetry.
but now instead of playing outside we played with each other, no longer able to count the stars because we couldn't see past our blurry double vision, sky in a haz
Shattered StarsBroken glass shines under streetlamps like glittering stars,
Like distant lights from far away,
Pulled from their seat in the heavens,
What force could of pulled these stars from their places?
Razor sharp beauty, glittering like forsaken diamonds,
Dashed apon the ground.
Refracted a thousand times,
In the tiny mirrors,
Each with it's own reflection,
A thousand copies of me in the glass.
As I leave, the shards twinkle behind me.
Shattered stars smashed apon the concrete.
Mean StreetsHe walks the streets from day to night,
surviving the chaos that looms left to right.
Small children cry to him for his sack lunch,
and he cries too while they solemnly munch.
Every corner bringing a new reason to hide,
and fear the laws he knows he must abide.
Surrounded by frustration, agony and decay,
and people who don't deserve to live this way.
He walks to get work he know he won't find,
every day is a journey to the unemployment line.
Each man standing from the front to the back,
all don their own form of veterans cap.
They have fought for their country and end up here,
broken and defeated and determined to persevere.
The dirt and the filth is what its all come down to,
and he wonders if he'll ever get through...
He bows his head and mouths a silent prayer,
in hopes that someone above will wake up and care.
He longs to wake up to a world filled with green,
where the streets are not darkened and mean.
He longs to see past the blackened smoke stacks,
past the dying children and
A Noble WarHow noble and proud the government's must be,
to stick to there principles as the innocents flee.
How stedfast and honourable dispite the misery they cause,
to see such suffering yet carry on without pause.
How brave and courageous as there missiles fly,
to stick to there guns as children die.
How righteous and happy there ghosts must be,
to haunt the rubble in there land's of the free.
EpitaphWhen you're psychologically unstable
You need somebody there who can help you turn the tables
And who is able to hold on when you feel like letting go
When you think you could disappear and noone would even know
I was alone and in the shadows
Tracing scars and making cuts
Trying to live, but all for what?
I don't want others to ever feel the same
I want them to find comfort when they see my name
You may not think so but I believe I could save a lot of lives
I'm a victim of self harming and guess what - I survived.
I had no purpose, felt no end
My lonliness was my best friend
For years I fought and mostly lost
Sometimes I'd win, but at such cost
It's cliche`, I'll be the first to admit it
But I want to help
That's why I submitted
This is the something that means everything if I could make you understand
I just want to be the person who reaches back into the blackness for another victims hand
I don't want the money, the subscribers or the fame
I just want c
AbuseIs this even friendship?
I have no cuts and scars to prove the abuse
But it is still abuse.
I have no bruises or broken bones to prove the abuse
But it is still abuse.
But I can assure you
the cuts and scars and bruises are within.
Secrets are hidden from me
Lies are told to me
But is there any love for me?
My energy is being drained
My mind is being played with
My emotions are just a game
I am being manipulated.
It's been going on for too long
My anxiety and depression gets the best of me
That I often get abdominal pains.
I may not be hurting on the outside
But it hurts very much inside.
As I am hurting, my love for this friend of mine slowly
Is this emotional abuse?
the colorblind artist.My reasons are all metaphors
That rhyme is not a part of
And it becomes difficult to put
Myself at peace
With the puzzle that I am a part of
Because each notion becomes
Like a simile as each sensible choice
Becomes like an analogy
When everything I see becomes
A proverbial verse of insight for
The blind man scared of the dark
And my moments of clarity are
The trees seen before the forest
That are used to ink down my
Last sane thoughts
Under a sky which we reach for
In hopes of shining as bright as
Them when in truth,
They have already burnt out
To This DayAnd if you can't see anything beautiful about yourself,
Get a better mirror
Look a little closer
Stare a little longer
Because there's something inside you that made you keep trying
Despite everyone who told you to quit
You built a cast around your broken heart and signed it yourself
You signed it
THEY WERE WRONG!
Teenage TaoismGiving birth is the closest I’d ever felt to dying.
Before that, my near death experiences had consisted only of my silent announcement of pregnancy—silent, being that my social media accounts were all deleted almost simultaneously and I never returned to school in the fall, saying without really saying that I had caught the malicious disease of “teenage pregnancy”. I’m sure the whisper spread in the hallways like the Bubonic Plague. That September, sitting at home on what would have been the first day of my senior year, I imagined friends I’d never talk to again saying “she was only seventeen, and so full of life!” at my absence in the cafeteria tables, as if they were attending my funeral instead of talking about me behind my back.
"Full of life," I had snorted then, folding a never ending stream of what had once been my own baby clothes. "Literally."
I walked around like a zombie for the months of my pregnancy, deciding t
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