Quotes added on Sunday, July 20 2014


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A Fallout?

Chapter 1
My name's Destrey, I'm 19 years old and I live in the heat of a huge chaotic coup of the American government. Pssh, i always knew something like this would happen evenually. The Fallout of America, huh? Nice name but I hate what they've done. 

I was at home with my disfunctional family when the power went out and The Crow sent out his message. Then I heard everything just blow up the next second. Luckily, my brothers and I were prepared and fled to a secret hideout along with some others. We attempted to save whoever we could but unfortunately we saw a lot of people dying and a lot of children being taken away.

My older brother, Michael, had stolen four motorcycles from his autoshop a week before this happened. My younger brother, William, fixed them up with explosives and high tech motors that he invented in his room out of old macbook material. I painted them and polished them up; a nice slick dark color to hide us as we silently sped through the night. My best friend Dallas was our fourth motorist. I had stolen a bunch of dark clothing and made armor and padding or the for of us. Unless shot from point blank, we were pretty safe.

The fort we had all built was underground, an enormous ant farm type of place with many chambers and cots and a refrigerated room for the food supply. We had saved 20 people and we all hid away underground as we heard screams and bombshells erupt above ground.

Michael removed his skull bandana from his face and wiped beads of sweat off of his forehead. The torches on the walls dimly lit the main chamber and made his amber eyes almost that of a lions, gleaming and stresses yet wise and strong. He looked around at the people who were trembling and restless. My brother, Dallas and I stood behind him and we all followed and took off our masks and rags, showing our faces to the civilians. 

"Alright, you are all safe here," Michael said sternly. His voice was low and raspy from the stress, "We are sorry for the losses but we tried the best we could to save as many as we possibly could. My name is Michael and I am the head of this particular group. We are the Resistance. Many groups like this one have formed to take down The Crow, I'm sure. We must find them and join with them to bring back our freedoms."

"It's getting late," I added, also hoarsely, "Everyone get to a cot and rest up, we'll have breakfast tomorrow morning." I smiled a little, "I mean considering there isn't any sun in here, we'll just let ya know. We'll also have our first true meeting as well after food time."

The group of people disbursed and went to their cots. The four of us sat together in our own room. I took out a cigarette and they all followed. 

My younger brother looked uneasy, "I've never had a cig, man. I'm not too into smoking."

I smiled, "Hey, there's no harm in these cigarettes, Bill. You know I'm not the guy carrying the nicotine," I said as I gave Michael a look, "Right, Mickey?" 

Michael took out his own antic pack, the kinds that actually burnt out your lungs, and lit one up, "Shut it, I've been smoking since before your weird nico-free cigs. Plus, this eases stress too." He be blew a could into my face.

I waved off the smoke and lit mine up, "Cool thing about my cig smoke is that it's ultraviolet purple color aaand it makes me feel stress free without killing my lungs." I puffed out "O"'s and swirls that glimmered in different colors, like oil in water does in the light. Always looked cool, "Artistry."

Dallas flipped his wheat blonde hair out of his eyes and smiled, "I don't smoke either, Billy. Join the party over here." He smiled and his deep blue eyes lit up like they always did.

Billy sat next to him and played poker as Mickey and I sat at our desk. I was doodling in my sketchbook as Mickey watched, "How do you do that?"

"What?" I asked.

"Art stuff. Neither Billy nor I can draw for sh-t." He said amazed, black hair falling over his eyes as he looked at my sketches.

I smiled a little, "It's just something I liked to do while mom and dad fought and stuff. Yanno, like you went out and played sports and lifted and Billy focused on machanics and technology."

"You know techy stuff too yanno. You aren't just good for art, you are really smart."

I looked up and smirked, "Nah I'm just clever. Not very into school." I put my pencil down and looked at my work, a city that was at war and at the heart of it all, a shining light and dove, like my tattoo.

Mickey rolled his eyes and smiled, "You are insane but I'm glad you're my brother and we're close. We'll always stick together, man."

I patted his shoulder and he messed up my hair, "So what's the plan for tomorrow night?"

He pondered as he took off his armored clothing revealing a red Yellowcard band t-shirt, his favorite, "Hmm. Well, I say Dallas and Billy talk to the people, and assign them jobs and stuff while also urging some members to join our saving teams and vehicle teams. We should go out and check for any survivors still around in town and weapons and any other motorized vehicles that we could possibly use."

I nodded, "Gotcha. And then at night we head out to one of the re-education camps and try to smuggled as many people as we possibly can. Or even take down a containment bus and take those kids and save them."

Michael nodded and scratched his stubbly beard, "Good plan. We'll need more space here  so we either should build up this headquarters or move out."

"Why not both?" My little brother added in, "I think we should build up headquarters and send out teams."

Dallas sat in his cot and took off all of his armor, revealing a plain white shirt and ripped up jeans. "I think Billy is right. Destrey, should definitely be one of the team leaders. Mickey, you should stay at headquarters with Billy since you are the Head of this whole operation and Billy is the communicater and scientist. I'll go with Dez."

Billy nodded his head, "Yeah so tomorrow that will be in our meeting and at night you guys will head out."

I took off my armor and sat in my cot wth my sketchbook and continued to draw, "Gotcha."

Michael lied down in his cot and pulled up his blanket, Billy did the same. Dallas was completely passed out. 

After a couple minutes all three were sleeping and I took a break from drawing and lied down and looked up at the earthy ceiling. "Ants. We're just a bunch of ants in this world." I turned over and blew out my torch, "But we're smart f-cking ants."


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Realizing who I am and who I want to be is such and accomplishment for me. I've been through a lot in my life and I feel like I am finding myself. :)
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Can I pay my bills in cuddles?

an adoptee
i never knew my parents
i wonder which one
has my eyes
and if we meet
i'll tell them i missed them
but i won't judge them
i won't cry

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"Dear Mr. President" (feat. Indigo Girls)

Dear Mr.
President, Come take a walk with me. Let's pretend we're just two people and You're not better than me. I'd like to ask you some questions if we can speak honestly.

t do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street? Who do you pray for at night before you go to sleep? What do you feel when you look in the mirror? Are you proud?

How d
o you sleep while the rest of us cry? How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye? How do you walk with your head held high? Can you even look me in the eye And tell me why?

ar Mr. President, Were you a lonely boy? Are you a lonely boy? Are you a lonely boy? How can you say No child is left behind? We're not dumb and we're not blind. They're all sitting in your cells While you pave the road to hell.

kind of father would take his own daughter's rights away? And what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay? I can only imagine what the first lady has to say You've come a long way from whiskey and cocaine.

ow do you sleep while the rest of us cry? How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye? How do you walk with your head held high? Can you even look me in the eye?

et me tell you 'bout hard work Minimum wage with a baby on the way Let me tell you 'bout hard work Rebuilding your house after the bombs took them away Let me tell you 'bout hard work Building a bed out of a cardboard box Let me tell you 'bout hard work Hard work Hard work You don't know nothing 'bout hard work Hard work Hard work Oh

How do you sleep at night? How do you walk with your head held high? Dear Mr. President, You'd never take a walk with me. Would you?

If he misses you, he'll call you,

If he wants you, he'll say it,

If he cares, he'll show it,

And if not, he can't be worth you time.

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