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A little calico kitten. A wet, dirty, little calico kitten. It didn't help that it was cold out. "Come on little guy. Let's go get you clean up. Huh?" you said softly. The kitten just looked at you, like "No. I rather stay like this."  Picking up the kitten, you noticed that the kitten was a male. A male calico was indeed EXTREMELY rare creature. Something to do with the chromosomes. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Hell.  The moment you walked threw the door, and got the kitten clean, fed, and warm. It's been nothing, but hell. The kitten turned out to be the devil with an adorable face. Actually having a moment of pea

A white and brown kitten.  Shriving, you picked up the kitten, quickly. You, not caring if the kitten was trying to escape. "Stop it." You hissed at the kitten. You were tired, hungry, and cold. You wasn't in the mood, at the moment. The kitten meowed trying, still. The kitten huffed, when he couldn't get lose, glaring at you. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~  "Get down from there you idiot!" You yelled for the 100th time since you found the kitten.  The little white and brown kitten, whom you named Assassin, looked at you from the top of the fridge, flicking his tail. "There's a nice restaurant down the road, cat." Yo

A little fluffy brown tabby. Your inner child, exploded from all the cuteness. Leaning down, you picked up the little ball of fluff. "Oh My God! You're so cute!" You giggled, looking at the little cutie's face. "Meow!" He cried out, ears pressed against his head. Like he was embarrassed.  Giggling, you head to your warm apartment, with the fluffy kitten tucked safe in your jacket. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Books cluttered your tiny coffee table.  Some were for reading, in your spare time, which didn't happen to often. Others were for School. Your were a Junior in College, trying to find time between work and Scho

Painted Skin: He smiles at you, as you enter the office; Wearing eyeliner made of contempt and disdain. His cheap cologne invades your nostrils immediately And you quickly suppress a cough. "Yes, yes, indeed we have to review this...er, many things are involved." His face is powdered with a layer of self-importance; Lips reddened by the polite harshness he spews. His forked tongue flickers as he prattles on And you're really getting quite tired. "Oh I'm sorry! Of course, of course I understand; but my way is much better!" You're getting really bored now, so you take a look around the room. The expectation is to see it bedecked wit

SPOILER ALERT DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVE NOT SEEN EPISODE 11 OF SEASON 2 ITS IS BASED AFTER THAT Little Baby Bird    Ed sat at the piano, playing a sorrowful tune. A dim green light flashed momentarily across his dark apartment, briefly lightening the room before disappearing and leaving Ed in the dark once again. Suddenly the doorknob jiggled, and the apartment door flew open. Ed heard the familiar uneven footsteps of his flatmate, and the small man sat heavily down next to him. Ed stopped playing. His friend smelled of blood.    "No, please don't stop Ed." Oswald sighed, obviously exhausted from the events of his night. Ed obeyed, continu

Kill them. Kill them all. He waved and smiled, clutching some folders close as he hurried to the morgue. They are nothing but cruel, hulking monsters underneath that uniform. He laughed at a horrible joke, passing by to get some coffee that was needed. They touched him, they hurt him. Closing up shop he happily made his way home, giving pleasant smiles to those who passed him. They locked him away, took him out of reach. He greeted his landlord and went to his apartment, closing the door for the night. They will all die. Come morning half of the staff at Arkham Asylum were dead, the others held hostage by the frenzied inmates who wer

Emotions were running through Spock's veins, horrific worried ones. He received the compact holographic disk from his mail carrier. It wasn't often that Spock received any CHD's (compact holographic disks), ever since he had retired from Star Fleet. Spock was one hundred and four years old on this very date. It was his birthday, though Vulcans didn't support celebrating them. Spock had grown up to his mother giving him a present every year, and letting him do something fun, such as helping her in the garden instead of studying. When Spock joined Star Fleet, he was influenced by all the humans he interacted with. When he was assigned to the