janothar:

misscrazyfangirl321:

wakeupontheprongssideofthebed:

writing-prompt-s:

You’re a regular office worker born with the ability to “see” how dangerous a person is with a number scale of 1-10 above their heads. A toddler would be a 1, while a skilled soldier with a firearm may score a 7. Today, you notice the reserved new guy at the office measures a 10.

You decide it’s best to find out what you can about this person. Cautiously, you approach his desk. He’s a handsome man, tall, but with a disarming smile. How could such a friendly guy with such cute, dorky glasses be dangerous?

You extend your hand. “I noticed you’re new here. What’s your name?”

He shakes your hand warmly. His gaze is piercing, as if he’s looking right through you. “The name’s Clark,” he says. “So, how long have you worked for the Daily Planet?”

This one wins.

It’s been a few weeks, and one of Clark’s friends shows up.  She’s pretty and all, enough muscle that she must work out.  First thought would be that she should be maybe a 6.

Clark’s introducing her around.  “This is my good friend, Diana, she’s in from out of town.”

You blink, and take a step back in fear.  You’ve never seen an 11 before.

My Mind

Written by: Me

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Most minds are a sanction

For free will and thought,

But mine, my dear,

Is not so taut.

Ideas run wild,

Like small children do.

To hide the fact,

That this world is true.

I live in fake worlds,

With apple-pie lives.

Only to sit alone,

Without unlimited revives.

Now listen here,

I must sound crazy.

But this real world

Sometimes seems a bit hazy.

I’m a writer at heart,

Being torn apart,

By ten thousand make-believe worlds.