iamtheuberlorax

People had begun to avoid that entire section of town. The laboratory complex had been there a while without anyone taking any notice of it, and even after Professor Zack had started working there people hadn’t actually avoided it, just ventured into that area with a tad more caution than usual. But now,  about 2 years after the Mad Doctor, (as the interns called him) had taken over the facilities he had started a new ‘project’ and it was scaring the crap out of people. Radioactivity, extremely flammable chemicals, live test subjects, biohazards, caustic substances, this ‘project’ seemed to have every D

Touch was a sensation. It was a sensory input apparatus. He didn’t understand why everyone obsessed over it so much. Couples holding hands, children and parents embracing, people shaking hands. There was such an emphasis on it, making it intimate. He was mildly curious, but the few times he had been touched had felt invasive, alien, not horrible, just strange. He knew that people were supposed to feel comforted or soothed by touch, but it did none of that. It merely created another barrier between him and normal people. So he put up his own wall, the sand protected him from having to feel nothing when he was supposed to respond. Not tha

“Well Near,” Light’s voice was laced with a condescending drawl that burned the ears like poison, “Looks like I win.” As Mikami yelled 40 in jubilation Near began to smirk, confident that Light had just given himself away, that Light had just fallen for his trap. The shooting pain in his left arm begged to differ. He was having a heart attack. Near began to cough desperately, knowing that the delay strategy might give him a few minutes. The spasms along his throat caused by the coughing pumped a meager amount of blood up to his brain, a stall tactic. Light began to laugh as the members of the SPK dropped like

George sat on a bench, watching muggles pass him by. He had taken to doing this lately, as if hoping that if he stared blankly at the crowd long enough, his twin would walk down the street, and he would be able to see him one more time. He didn’t really believe this of course. He had gone to Fred’s funeral, he had seen the body, felt for the nonexistent pulse. But still, every time he saw red hair he came briefly out of his morose reverie. Snapping back to reality for an instant, before realizing the truth and slipping back down again. Brown…brown, black, blonde, blue? Dark brown, dirty blonde, black, brown, brown, oh! Red!