Sequel to The Consequence of Silence. Set after events of first time line. Todd/Bojack established relationship. New Chapters! I appreciate all the reviews so far.

He thought he had lost everyone and everything. With strange dreams slinking it's way into his thoughts, Bojack finds himself at a crossroads in his career and especially, his relationships. Will restarting a friendship with a person he had wounded so deeply be a new beginning for a new, honest life? Maybe even love? Sequel is on my page! Into the Starlit Ether!

With Dib's high skool graduation looming and plans for the future seemingly all set, Zim's increasingly strange and erratic behaviors manifest into a series of events in both of their lives that uncover not so simple truths of the Irken empire and of each other. ZADR, TAGR and mature themes.

Superjail! Jared comes to the realization that him and the Warden are closer than the other wants to admit. But the circumstances are not exactly black and white...

A on the spot poem for the amazing movie: Rose Red. One of my favorites.

Superjail!... But before, I was muted, living life like a can opener that was stuck on a metal ridge, squeaking and going nowhere, but always having a place to go in the end. Sequel to 'Impossible'. I may have the Warden's perspective in here a little.

How to recover life.

A little perspective, Dib's perspective to be exact, on Dib and Zim's relationship, and how seriously and intensely a rivalry of this magnitude can affect one's own social life. Among other things. . .

Superjail! . . . I was falling in the Warden's Rabbit Hole, I was lost to the world... lost... in some kind of hot, claustrophobic Wonderland...

Was there ever any meaning in what is now seemingly pointless? What do we have? Hate? Understanding? No. None of this. Only... you and I.

An individual star can be so infinitely far away from its neighbor, but still shine as brightly. He decided to shine no matter what, or who would be in his way.

I caught a little of his light blue shirt into my well manicured fingers and pulled him close. Our lips drew to each other as though they had a mind of its own. The lights flickered and shadows fell around us. Complete. Cuddy/House implications, H/W?

My own perspective on the Nny and Edgar encounter. No romance, no mercy. No apologies. I hope it leaves you filled. Or at least, hungry for more.

The mystery of this obsession never fails to mystify, if one look could explain, it would be in those eyes, but I try to suffer these longs days and keep on this mask, to harden my fancies, to make sure there is no lapse. But you still linger at my door.

Stimpy’s mind was a bomb shelter. He let Ren explode on him and hit him and scream, cause inside he knew Ren could love and did love but didn’t know how to show it. He kept the relationship happy and balanced, he kept things together.

I watched you, in my frenzy and upheaval. You’re every twitch, you’re every movement, anything my eyes could soak up in those fleeting flashes. It’s odd, only minutes ago, it was quite routine.

This wasn't just curiosity, this was --overwhelming, strange-- and I was delirious with the burning thrill of it all.

“It is by no means an irrational fancy that, in a future existence, we shall look upon what we think our present existence, as a dream.” Edgar Allan Poe

Something so harmless...yet.. something so horrible.. drops of my hate? Well, whatever it is, they fall for you. For You.

So much has lead us to where we are now, nothing... is what it has become. Now, as we look to the past, what lead us to such intentions? Such miserable ignorance...! ZaDr?

An Edgar Allan Poe poem... dedicated to the Master of gorgeous insane little things. All my doting obessesion, Melissa. R&R My Lovelies!

Nny’s eyes went wide as the darkness slithered, smothering him with the incessant lull of quiet. A thin veil of creeping whispers, scratch their way in his thoughts.. bleeding out his everything.. nothing, his INsanity..

You don't know.. what you do to me... I won't hurt you, you hurt me...

when our lips met, my eyes burned, my heart turned to dust, your eyes tore into me like a hot, jagged blade... it was beautiful

The luminous glare, which fell upon me, had neither reticence nor sanity, but instead was filled with a pinning, ravenous glow, and as I look into that glare, I find myself intoxicated and drowning..