myOtaku.com
• Join Today!

My Pages
• Home
• Portfolio
• Guestbook
• Quiz Results

Vitals

Birthday
• 1993-07-29
Gender
• Female
Member Since
• 2006-10-07
Occupation
• Proud Heartbreaker.
Real Name
• Caz Creeper/GeezLouise/Caz

Personal

Achievements
• Most mellow and funny person most ppl ever met, oh and I remembered to wear clean underwear today.
Favorite Anime
• Chrono Crusade.
Goals
• to become a comedian or lyricist
Talents
• Cussing fluently




Jump to User:

myOtaku.com: Homsar88


Monday, November 12, 2007

   bhfhjgdrter
Soi Fon
XxPrivate Message meXAdd meXBackroomXHomeXPortfolioXGuestbookXQuiz ResultsxX



Ive been writng this for a while now. I dont really have mcuh to say now considering the fact that Im still cooling down from my last break down but I worked EXTREMELY hard on this and cried some doing it so I really want commentary and shit. Please comment.

Perversion of a Lockpicker

Introduction:

Lock picking. It had been a hobby of mine for years and years. Every moment in time I got this feeling of spotaneity, calling to me it had always called. It would say "You want to pick locks, Thaddius. This is what you want to do. Do it...". I would always listen to it, I'd never say "No" or act in contrary or distaste, tonight was no different. Even if what I was doing was wrong, and probably one of the most disgusting things in the world, I'd gladly do it all over again. I'd do it again, not on the account of one of my perverse wants, but for love. For the love of my one and only master, my godess, my special someone,'her'.


Chp.1 Another night of nonfiction love

We arrived at the highschool at twilight. Not a janitor, a rapist, a punk, or even an overexcited and studious student teacher were in sight. All me and my comrade could see was the East entrance to the building and cream red sky and stars above, or as my comrade would call them "God's old discarded baby teeth". The thought of that random old inside joke cooled me down slightly, but on the blame of my obsessive compulseness I was on my toes immediately again. We made our way to the entrance. I got out my prized nailfile and undid the lock rather impressively, much faster than my usual. Maybe it was because of the fact there was a definite thing in there my crooked heart had desired. We went to the row or lockers of my choosing. My friend lowered his flashlight, turned to me and said,
"You are the most disgusting man I have ever met...."stutter and all.
I raised an eyebrow and smirked at him, I felt like saying something along the lines of "I've known" to protect my pride just a little but he began his little "rant" at me again. He made a point I guess but I mostly just wanted to see the funny faces he would make had I the entry.
"Why the Hell am I even here? This is bad, Thaddius, very very......" he gulps, "bad"
His stutter was worse and on his face creeped across a mild blush. His funniest face yet however my expression didn't change at all. I still wanted to play a little.
"You're my best friend you know....."
I remain smug.
"You're also horrible...."
I nod then I humbly pat him on the shoulder. Revealing one of the only emotions, this man can show, sympathy. I then give him the gift some of the only words he'd hear from me that night.
"I know Mark."
Showing no further emotion, I bend downwards the locker I wanted to break into, Locker 711234, I get out my nailfile(of truth), and stab it into the keyhole. I hit the sweet spot inside, give it a turn, and I open the door. I go straight for the goods, a certain little pink book. I turn to Mark.
"This is it." With a bit of a smile I say this. Not like he would comprehend at first but I was still happy all the same.
He gives me a disapointed look and turns away from me, as to avert my gaze.
"I'm going home....." I would've run after him even if it were raining if it weren't at this time. But right now I was reading one of the most gripping books since Stephen King's Carrie and I couldn't leave my realm. Besides, the passions of a lovesick queer acquiantance didn't matter to me to me as much as my own feelings. Not only that but I have a love too. The young woman who wrote this wholesome novel rested in my lap, the young woman who could preach her words of wisdom and articulate so well, a young woman who loves kittens, a young woman by the name of Sue Franchess.

Comments (5)
« Home