Story: Never Knew
Chapter: Two "Rest Comes Easy"
Genre: "Repo: The Genetic Opera"
Rating: Mature for later chapters...
Disclaimer: I own nothing and have nothing to do with this movie.
Author's Notes: Posted to various communities and websites by request of readers


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Story: Never Knew
Chapter: One "Prelude"
Genre: "Repo: The Genetic Rock Opera"
Rating: Mature for later chapters
Disclaimer: anything to do with "Repo: The Genetic Opera" has nothing to do with me in any way, shape, or form.
Author's Notes: posted to various communities and websites by request.

 

( Kid? Are you there? )

 "What Did You Do?"

(as asked by owners to their pets)

Let's see... I napped, slept, snoozed, and 
otherwise wasn't aware the next door neighboor 
came in and viciously attacked your favorite houseplant.

I didn't get into the paper towels,
really I didn't.  
They got into a heated dispute and tore one another up while the breeze 
from the open window blew their remains around 
your freshly swept kitchen.  

I was having a terrible dream while napping 
on your bed and unconsciously released my panic 
with my teeth upon your feather pillow.

Since you didn't clean the litter box I was forced to releve myself 
on your new leather couch.  
The question isn't what did I do but rather why do you own pets?

Isn't it obvious?  I chewed up the rug.

You left a sandwich laying out all by itself, so I thought I 
would do you a favor by getting rid of it for you.  
After all, you wouldn't have left a perfectly good sandwich just sitting here, right?

First, I ripped apart all the stuffing from my new bed and then had 
a great time making sure you would still find stuffing for years to come,
to remind you of me.

The question isn't what did I do, it's what didn't I do.

Title: The Hunter

Fiction/Non-fiction: Original Fiction

Length: short

Rating: PG-13...

Notes: A short story I came across on looseleaf and decided to type up.  I actually wrote this a very, very long time ago.  I might work on it a bit and submit it somewhere.  And I had never even heard of Anne Rice before I wrote this story, so for everyone who thinks it is inspired by her work, it's not (and I'm actually pretty disgusted with Anne Rice's work...)

1:12 am

Lights are on where
they are not supposed to be.  In fact,
the guards were supposed to come and turn
them off nearly fifteen minutes ago.
No matter.
They light the bit of darkness
lamplight cannot touch,
entire classrooms spilling their contents onto 
the growing grass and chewed up leaves.

Homework was supposed to be 
done a while ago.
Supposed to be meaning it 
never happened.
No matter.
A professor sent an email, cancelling
class for tomorrow, cutting my load back.
I can finish the paper then,
making word after word sound intellegent in a hope to pass.

I'm thinking again,
thoughts of those I shouldn't be thinking of.
New friends, old friends, a possible boyfriend,
and those people I thought were friends but weren't.
No matter.
New friends become old, old friends become older, boyfriends
give my stomach odd sensations 
and I am pleased with myself in a guilty but satisfied
fashion that I am where backstabbers cannot be.

The desk is a mess.  I must clean at least
once a week.  It just doesn't stay clean.
Empty soda bottles, socks that need fixing, homework strewn
about, nearly touching the bottle holding rotting juice.
No matter.
It'll have to stay a mess, at least until tomorrow,
at least until I find time, make time, or waste time cleaning up.
Bottles get recycled downstairs, socks put in a drawer, homework stuffed
back into the canvas cave, my back pack, it's home.

There are movies on my shelves, of all different genres,
some that don't even belong to me.  Those go by the TV, though, 
to hopefully be reunited with their owners in a timely matter.
I don't have enough time for movies lately.
No matter.
Sometimes, most times, actually, I'll get a call and an 
invitation to come sit on a futon made of tough fabric and wood
between my love interest and roommate
as the two other girls sit on their bed and giggle at the situation.

1:25

Lights are off
where they are supposed to be off, the guard flipping them off
and I wonder if he even bothered to lock the classroom door;
sometimes they leave them open.
No matter.
I have a paper to worry about, a shower to take, 
sleep to attempt
as the darkness claims 
the growing grass and chewed up leaves.

Title: Every Year We Have To Say A Goodbye

Original/FF: Original Music Poem

Rating: PG

Length: Medium

Disclaimer: I actually own about 2/3rds of this. The other 1/3rd was written by a former friend,

pyraterose .  I distinctly remember sitting in my basement when the summer between our sophomore and junior years with another friend, "Alicia," and listening to "American Pie," that long song I can't remember the singer of at the moment...  We were talking about our favorite parodies off of that song and I started in on the refrain, making it up off the top of my head.  We loved our parody and sang it a few times after writing it over the course of a year or so...  It is one of those memories that, although you lose friends, you never forget the time you had with them.  (But one of the bad things about losing friends, especially when it's a messy break, is that you lose nearly all connections with things you co-wrote... Luckly, I got this one back.)

Notes:  See disclaimer (and not all the lyrics match exactly with the song.  The beginning and end are pretty tight, but the middle... eh... Enjoy).  (Oh, and we ended up with a director that stayed more than one year by the end of the song.  Yay.  *claps*)

 

Title: Pale Words (10/12) "Cuddy's First Visit" & (11/12) "Page One" & (12/12) "The Task"

Original/FF: House M.D.

Rating: PG-13

Length: Short/Short/Short

Disclaimer: I don't own anything from the fandom (thank goodness; have you seen the fandom?)

Notes:  This actually isn't officially complete, but I am not working on it any more.  I always feel so bad when I "abandon" a story and there always is a little bit of me that wants to go back and finish stories like this, but I wouldn't put much of an attempt into it and that would be worse.  So, here it is!  (And who knows?  If it REALLY drives me crazy that it isn't finished, I can always come back to it...)

Title: Pale Words (7/12) "Forget Me Nots" & (8/12) "Daisies" & (9/12) "The Letter And The Rose"

Original/FF: House M.D.

Rating: PG-13

Length: Short/Short/Short

Disclaimer: I own nothing from this fandom, as it should be.

Notes:  Wow, I was really silly to write this stuff.  Well, all good writers have to start somewhere and I just can't bring myself to delete it all, no matter how "bad" it is.  I actually don't give my work enough credit, too; I mean, this could be another person's pride in their writing collection while I'm kicking it around and making fun of it.  (But is really is super angsty, dramatic, and chock full of out-of-character"ness"...)

Title: Pale Words (1/12) "House's First Visit" & (2/12) "Foreman's First Visit" & (3/12) "Chase's First Visit"

Original/FF: House M.D.

Rating: PG-13

Length: Short/Short/Short

Disclaimer: Of course I don't own the fandom.  I wouldn't want to. 

Notes:  This is a sequel to "The Heart Of A Fool."  I was insane.  I'm not offended if you laugh.