E-Sane

   It all started one sunny afternoon when Vasha was hungry. He'd been walking home from his summer job when his stomach begn to growl. So, of course, he looked around and went into the first open resturant he spotted. Inside, he slid into a booth. That's when be first really noticed her. Sure, he'd seen her around town a couple of times, but Vasha hadn't really talked to her before. But, here she was, an actual angel. All Vasha mnew about her was she didn't like it all that much when boys tried to court her.   "Sir? Are you alright?"   Vasha snapped out of his mind and looked up at the waiter  who'd come to help him.   "Oh, yes. I'd lik

Time is Love Moments of us Moments that become Memories Memories that stay within forever Every moment stored away Whole, yet Broken That's our Love Heartbreak is Pain Pain becomes Numbness Numbers brings about Lies Lies eventually transform into Truths Truth brings about Someone new Someone steals Kisses Kisses become Love Awakening Everyone's gone Fighting for nothing You're not with me But you were standing there You're my friend, right? Where are you? Remember me? Sleep Gone You're dead Yet, you're here You're somehow still alive I will rummage for you Until you come back I will struggle Until you're Here Forgetting My love I couldn

  She didn't jump. She flew through the air. She was better than a Gold Medal Olympian. She was better than any gymnast that had ever existed.  No one in earth knew who the hell she was. Only one person even knew what her voice sounded like. Hell, the only reason they knew she was a girl was by her near skin-tight wrappings around her chest.  They did know what she wanted to be called, though. The one time she had ever spoke. She said her name was The Indigo Ninja. Most of them called her Indie. They also knew she was going to attempt to protect them. The day she failed was the day they all died.  They trusted her with their lives. She

A/N: Author is trash and tired. Author has run out of fucks to give, this is based on a post on Author's Tumblr, madamawesome444. Again, author is fucking trash. Bucky had been driving around the police station for a while in a crappy car he'd bought for fourty bucks when he'd visited the rural part of New York a few weeks ago. He was going pretty slow, definitely slow enough for the police to see the torn up headlights. So, why was it taking so long for them to come get him? He passed by one more time and was about to give up and drive away when he heard a tapping on his window. The long-haired man looked back and smiled at baby-blue eyes

A/N: Once again, I decided to be a piece of trash and write shit when it's late. For some fucking reason. Enjoy!! Bruce was minding his own business when  Tony walked up and started poking his cheek. Bruce mostly ignored it and kept on reading. Tony spent a minute doing this and left. A few minutes later, he came back with a rolling chair. The billionaire picked the calmer one up and placed him in the chair and spun it. Bruce was starting to feel nauseous when Tony stopped the chair suddenly. Bruce was still reading his book. Tony cursed under his breath and left again. Bruce returned to his original spot on the windowsill. It took fifteen