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My picks were old but usually did the trick. Not this time. After several tries it broke. The pick, that is, not the lock. I pressed my ear to the door and listened. No sounds. I needed a better plan before another goon came by. I went back upstairs and headed for the main room.

Miss Monroe was still on stage. Her voice had everyone’s eyes on her. And she was right, many men where there with other women. I started to find a seat when an usher came to help me. He was a kid. I gave him my VIP pass and he led me to a table. He looked like he was fresh out of school. Probably was. Another hard luck case that needed a job. Hell, probably been living on his own longer than me.

Between the smoke and the sound of the band the room was full. Miss Monroe’s voice cut through both with ease. She had real talent. With the right amount of luck she would be out of this joint and on to bigger things in no time.

“Good evening, sir. Can I get you a drink?” this cute waitress asked.

I didn’t even see her coming over. Got to keep sharp, I’m not here for the show, as good as it may be.

“Whiskey. Neat.” I said.  Usually I drink the cheap stuff but this place probably didn’t carry my brand.

She smiled at me and went to get my order. I kept my eye on her this time. She moved quickly back to the bar. While she waited for the bartender to get my drink someone approached her. I could tell he was asking about me. She looked back toward my direction but because the lights were dim she couldn’t see I was looking back at her.

She shrugged her shoulders at the man and brought over my drink.

“So what’s your name?” she asked innocently. Innocently as you could when someone tells you to find out information on a stranger.

“Mike, Mike Johnson.” I lied.

She hesitated a bit and I knew the goon at the bar had already told her my name. She was expecting me to say Vincent and it showed. She played it off well, but not well enough. She put my name down and fled back to the bar.

I watched her go back to the man at the bar. She said something to him and he nodded toward someone I couldn’t see. Miss Monroe might be on to something after all. I’m here less than five minutes and I’ve already been marked.

I sipped my drink knowing I was being watched. After her set, Miss Monroe came out into the audience. She was talking with some of the big wigs at the front of the stage. Before she headed back to her dressing room she glanced my way. She hadn’t seen me until now. She only looked my way for a second and slightly shook her head. I knew she wanted our knowledge of one another to remain a secret. I would wait for her to leave before we spoke. This gave me more time to find out about the locked room in the basement. Perhaps I just needed to find the person with the key.

“Mr. Johnson,” a gruff voice behind me said. “I think it’s time for you to leave.”

I turn around and see the head goon looking straight through me. His jaw, like his brain, is square and looks like it has taken a beating over the years. He’s the type of guy who if he didn’t have someone telling him to eat he’d starve.

“I’m parked in the back.” I tell him in order to leave through the exit again.

He nods and escorts me to the back door. We pass the basement stairs and I hear the strange noise that Miss Monroe tells me about. It sounds like a muffled woman screaming.

“What the hell was that?” I asked head goon.

“Rusty pipes,” he says and all but pushes me out the back door.
Asleep, lying on my side, dreaming of my husband; I feel his weight press down on the bed. I’m in that moment between sleep and consciousness, where dreams can turn into nightmares. I start to roll over, to embrace my lover, but then I remember. My nightmare begins when I recall the conversation this morning. My husband is out of town. The thought scares me enough that I am forced awake. I flick on the lamp and am happy to see the bed holds only me. It was a nightmare. I lie back down and hear the front door shut.  
Love is revealed through our actions, not our words.
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just needed a place to put this so i don't forget it
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I flew up on the shore, carried a message from Lenore.
Quickly, I went to knock, only me, not my flock,
Went to knock upon his chamber door.

Twice did I try and twice was I denied
But still did I implore to enter his chamber door.
For his fate rested with the message from Lenore.

The flight was very taxing, and thus I needed relaxing,
So I perched myself above the chamber door.
This was all I could do, this and nothing more.

When I could speak, the word came from my beak,
The one word message from Lenore, only one word, nothing more.
I saw the fear touch his core as I spoke the word; Nevermore.  

Confusion on his face, I hoped this not be the case,
For he had only that one word to explore.
Perhaps he needed more, but I had only; Nevermore.

Let your heart be freed from her ungrateful deed,
The lovely Lenore took her life by the shore.
Stop your drinking, and your sinking, love her; Nevermore.

He curses with abandon, at me, without question.
But I will sit on the bust above his chamber door,
Till he forgets his love, his love for Lenore.
Fighting off the Trolls,
With a one-handed battle axe,
Burning as I go,
I stop them in their tracks.
Horns on Viking’s helms,
Makes them quite a sight
They are feared throughout the realm
Because they love to fight

Hack and slash, Hack and Slash,
Hack them till they’re dead.
Oh what fun it is to fight
And slay a troll tonight.
Hack and slash, Hack and slash,
Hack them till they’re dead.
Oh what fun it is to fight
And slay a troll tonight.

The last campaign I played
It wasn’t long ago.
My friends and I did slay
A pack of rowdy gnolls
We all got our X. P.
Divided up the coin
If you’re around next year
Then maybe you can join.

Hack and slash, Hack and Slash,
Hack them till they’re dead.
Oh what fun it is to fight
And slay some gnolls tonight.
Hack and slash, Hack and slash,
Hack them till they’re dead.
Oh what fun it is to fight
And slay some gnolls tonight.
Fighting off the Trolls
This is my 5th annual Christmas parody song, set to the background of Dungeons and Dragons. The tune is sung to the classic Jingle Bells. I hope you enjoy.
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I have an older brother that, I believe, is going through the early stages of a form of mental illness. He is constantly lashing out at his family members, he confuses events from the past, and he thinks everyone is against him. I'm not sure what kind of illness, if any, this could be. I am also finding it hard to deal with. He's rude, mean, and he tells lies on people. That wouldn't be so bad but he does this over Facebook, letting all his friends see him as a victim. His friends know nothing about his slipping mind so they believe him. I just don't know what to do. He won't see anyone about this because he believes everything he says. Any advice?

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CatTheCapricorn Featured By Owner May 31, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Thanks for the watch bro! ;D
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jaynesbrothersue Featured By Owner May 31, 2014
I would have done it sooner but i didn't know you had a new account! :P
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CatTheCapricorn Featured By Owner May 31, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
No worries~ :)
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Tsuyosa-10 Featured By Owner Sep 24, 2013  Student Writer
I'm back on Deviant yet again. I blame you for this! ;D
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jaynesbrothersue Featured By Owner Sep 25, 2013
I will gladly take the blame/credit for getting you back on here. ;)
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arymay2013 Featured By Owner Nov 3, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
hello and welcome to #LOVE-Original-LIT c:
please make sure to read our homepage and if
you have any questions please don't hesitate to
ask -u- other then that, just have fun writing!
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Melalina Featured By Owner Oct 29, 2012  Professional General Artist
Thanks for the llama.
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jaynesbrothersue Featured By Owner Oct 29, 2012
You're welcome!!
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CherylRae Featured By Owner Oct 29, 2012
JUST WANTED TO SAY HI!!
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jaynesbrothersue Featured By Owner Oct 29, 2012
Hey there!!
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