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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
Great Fire of RomeCertain boys used to press their fingertips into my skin
as if they were cigarette butts and I was an ashtray.
They stamped out leftover guilt that wouldn’t burn away,
grounded it into my skin so that when it rained,
I could smell smoke and their brands of cologne.
There are burn marks on the insides of my palms
from all the times they held my hands with bonfires between theirs.
The scars on the inside of my mouth taste like copper and woodsmoke
from where they left their candles
as if I was a faulty altar.
They picked flowers from every garden my body
grew and left them at the feet of some makeshift effigy
as if they had given me a gift.
They burned me to the ground like Rome and dared to call my ashes beautiful ruins.
I have let people ruin me.
Then I found a boy who set my ribcage on fire
and illuminated my lungs with every breath.
His fingertips were fireflies
and my body was a warm summer night.
The lanterns on his lips lit up every corner of my being until my body c
1901, SomewhereI am tired of opening my eyes and immediately wanting to empty myself out. I am less like a garden hose, a vessel of water pouring itself onto death, these days and more like a watering can. I have to be filled up first. I have to be tipped head first, hands over knees, before I can give up. I run out, often.
And I know what they will say. It is not beautiful, in any way. The priests at my old church call it praying but I feel more and more like the mantis these days. Preying. I keep trying to climb trees that are dead in the hopes I will be the one who finds the one live branch. I am trying to find the one inch of live wick in my own self too. I keep cutting and cutting but I never find the green.
It’s all black in here, you know. I am less the color of obsidian and more coal, more the color of gray darkness. I am ___. I cannot even manage to exist bleakly enough to be called night, to be called eyes closed forever, to be called keyboard keys when no one is touching them. I am t
The future we won't haveDeluded by hatred;
The fights go on,
The wars don't stop,
And the suffer won't end.
People flee from their home,
Bombs and rockets only destroy
What humanity worked so hard on to build;
Now shattered into pieces.
With tears in their eyes,
The people mourn for the fallen,
Pray to the heavens,
But it seems all in vain,
Because no matter what they do,
The fights go on,
The weapons destroy,
Until nothing is left.
It only shows
That humanity grew cold
That there's no love in our hearts;
Replaced with distrust
And selfish thoughts.
Why is it so hard
To live in this world,
To be unique
And to coexist with others
From our own kind?
Why can't they see
That the future we build
Is one were we humans
Can't live anymore?
Inner StrengthYou feel it again
That burning in your breast
When you want to speak up
You know who you are
And you know the rest
But instead you hold back
Clutching to your sacred words like a cross
Don’t let it get lost inside you
Don’t let yourself go unheard
Like all those defining moments
You let fall through your fingers
You could have said something
But you chose to caress
The thought of another hanging on a moment
Passive aggressively taking control
Of a truth or opinion that is yours alone
Close your eyes and count to ten
This is one of those moments
When your life will never be the same
You can start again
And relieve your pain
If you would just speak up
You have the power to change your path
You can find the courage
To not hold back
It all starts with you
What do you have to lose?
1:40amthe empty-belly night sky rumbles
Lana aches in my ears
the curtains curl around lightning-flash
my fingers smell like smoke
and I try to sweep you out of my untidy head
but you linger in the corners still
like you always do.
life is the looming monster we never look straight in the face
afraid of its shadow.
I want to wrap my arms around you
I want you to be the future I am so afraid of
I wrapped my past around my fingers so tight
it cut off the circulation
i want to cut all the threads of my never-let-go
and let my truth stand as unaplogetically
as the scars I've let heal
I am learning how to never adjust my views for your approval
my skin is not an apology
this is not an invitation to walk over me
learning yourself is like learning a city
it is continually changing
growing out and shifting under
like our fingernails
or the sunset.
Delightful Dreams“If you could do anything now, what would you do?”
After hearing these words I gave it a moment or two
And found that swimming in my mind was not the will to be kind,
Was not to end poverty or make a world so divine,
But instead to meet old friend, sister and brother
And let ourselves lose within the presence of another.
For none to control our talks
Or to mandate our attire.
For us to sneak out at night
And set a rebel flag on fire.
Perhaps just too freely talk
Or meet the friends I have yet to.
Oh yes! Simply to slowly walk
Amidst an urban ocean side view!
Perhaps Washington where I once shed tears!
I’ll walk the starlit streets with a date
Whose name I won’t remember in years!
Arm in arm,
Up and down stone steps and sidewalk paths,
Gazing over the shimmering waters,
Surrounded by brilliant architecture at last!
But though I desired to reveal these thoughts
In the presence of the asker, I knew I should not
For it is a sin to dream of such selfish t
Fearing the DarkCowering
in fear of an invisible beast
behind the counter
in the sweltering heat
at the chill down my spine
at the shifting shadows
out of the corner of my eye
to my own shallow breathing
from the monster inside
Remember Meremember the days when black skies didn't blot out the sun overhead,
a time where colors danced from the petals edge yearning for the light of day,
and ever in the effervescent dawn of morning sunshine burst hope,
the days when you stood for something just a little more then pity and self indulgence,
where the sweat of your brow was enough to drive away all sicknesses that ailed you,
where truth and justice weren't virtues but codes of conduct for life itself,
the bitter tides of fate binding nothing but a few paper books with rotting leather spines,
where being a hero started first with standing up for yourself rather then something bound by fairy tales and graphic novels,
you used to have imagination once and the places it took you where more fanciful then anything this reality ever could have offered,
and yet something about it always kept drawing you back in with a fighting fervor,
where being with someone meant less about sex and more about companionship,
and at the end of the day
in your centreI want to dig your chest up slowly
like an archeaological site,
I want to brush against your veins,
clean up your rib cage for months,
breathe within your lungs, watch
the blood pump through your body,
and finally -
finally find the treasure you hide,
a two-chambered, pulsing organ of life.
Maybe if I open up your treasure chest,
What do you hide?
What do you feel?
What is at your core?
My hand against your chest;
I feel your heartbeat, nothing more,
and I wonder about the things within
which I shall never know.
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!
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