rockstarjoker's Stories

Trembling (part 3)

2007-08-02T21:11:15Z

It was pitch black when they woke up. Daddy was still on the floor. He hadn’t moved.

Mommy got up off the couch and walked into the little bedroom that they shared. She took a bag and started stuffing clothes and diapers into it.

“Don’t cry, baby. It’s time for us to leave now.” she said. She walked over Daddy, carefully missing the big red puddle that was growing out of his head.

She took the keys out of Daddy’s pocket, picked up the baby, and left the apartment.

“Things are gonna get alot better for us now.” She said, buckling him into the little car. “Don’t you worry.” She told him as she turned on the ignition. “We’re gonna find some where alot better.”

5 Minutes

2007-07-31T23:58:45Z

My heart began to race as he walked toward me. He cocked his head and smiled menacingly at me. I bared my teeth instinctively, but this only drew him closer. His smirk was cocky and I could tell he was used to getting what he wanted.

I didn’t dare deny him, couldn’t if I had wanted to. A guttural growl escaped his lips as he wrapped his arms around me and kissed me, harder than I’d ever felt before.

His tongue moved between my lips with ease, and he searched hungrily for mine. I moved my hands down his back, scratching hard enough to make him bleed. The marks only ignited his passion more, as we feverently tore at each others clothes, until we were both nude.

I took a deep breath, and let out a scream of pleasure as he entered me. Our bodies moved as one as we fulfilled our desperate need.

Across Time and Space, Part 3

2007-07-31T23:14:42Z

“Exactly, we’ve got to go back and find her.” Bartleby said.

“Find her?” Jason asked. “You read the letter. She’s gone, there’s no way to get her back.”

“I don’t care.” Bartleby said. “She needs help, and i’m going to help her. You can leave if you’re afraid.”

“It’s not that I’m afraid.” Jason defended. “But you have no idea how expensive all of this is! The past three years, you’ve been in here fiddling with the Doc-” the look Bartleby shot him could have pierced steel. – I mean… working on this time travel project- i’ve been the one in charge of matinence and upkeep. Do you know how expensive a generator is? The electricity bill alone is more than my salary!”

“So?” Bartleby asked.

“So? We don’t have Brillstine. With out the Doc, we don’t have a grant. And with out a grant, we can’t pay the rent.”

The room was silent as Bartleby thought. “We don’t have the Doc.” He paused. “But, no one knows that we don’t have her.”

Across Space and Time, Part 2

2007-07-31T22:54:09Z

Dr. Brillstine’s second assitant, Jason, saw the letter and easily deciphered it’s meaning.

“Looks like we’re out of a job.” He said, while stuffing as many hard drives as possible into his knap sack. “I don’t think the Doc will be needing these any more.” he said, while grabbing one of the open lap tops.

As Jason walked by him, Bartleby grabbed his collar and lifted him off the ground.

“Get your grubby little hands off the equiptment.” He said, tossing Jason to the floor like a used towel. Shocked, Bartleby looked down at Jason’s terrified face. He faced away from him and said “if you’re going to abandon the Doctor, you can take the unused electronics from the stockroom, but leave anything used here.”

“You can’t be thinking of staying here.” Jason said. “You saw that note, Bart. The Doctor’s gone.”

Across Space and Time

2007-07-31T22:38:59Z

The letter was short. As he held the aging piece of paper in his hand, Bartleby felt cheated, but couldn’t put his finger on why.

The note clearly said all that was neccesarry to be said. It was just, so succint. Like Dr. Brillstine hadn’t cared enough to leave even one juicy detail for Bartleby to ponder.

One little line about what was happening, what it was like, or if the Doctor expected or needed him any more. Some times, not hearing enough is enough to drive you crazy, and that’s what Brillstine’s letter had done to Bartleby.

He crumpled the 50 year old page in his hand, then, realizing that that kind of behavior would serve no purpose, he took the note placed it on his desk, and attempted to smooth it out.

He drank in the words again, hoping that they would contain something personal, something special for him. But all he found was:

Bartleby,
It’s no use trying, the gate only opens one way. I can’t come back,
Dr. B

Super-Goner Part 8

2007-07-30T23:16:48Z

“I’m a WHAT ?” I asked.
“You’re, a super hero, darling.” My mother said, calmly.
I laughed. This was their idea of a joke- something to take my mind off my first day jitters.

“I can’t be a super-hero, I don’t have any latex jumpsuits” I joked.

“Latex?” My father looked up at my mother. “You’ve been putting the girl in Latex? Everyone worth their salt is wearing spandex!” He said.

“It shows what you know! Spandex doesn’t breathe! You’ve got to wear more natural fibers!”

“Natural Fibers? You’re turning Senile! You’re afraid of spandex, because you’re physique has caved under the weight of too many Whoppers!”

“YOU don’t have room to talk! The only power you can still control is super suction when you’re gulping down a milkshake!”

“They’re protien shakes, and they keep me trim!”

“Would you two stop bickering- just for a second, so you can explain this to me?” I pleaded. “Are you actually serious?”

Super-Goner, Part 7

2007-07-30T21:24:04Z

“You mean, you don’t know?” My mother said. She looked at me, apologetically, then turned towards my father and gave him a bitter grimace. “You never told her?” she accused.

“I never told her? She lived with you!”
“But this is the kind of thing a girl should hear from her father!”
“There is no reason why I should have to tell her that, Roberta, she’s your daughter!”
“Well, she’s your daughter, too, and my father told me when I was child.”
“It was a different generation! Don’t you realize how old you are?”
“ ENOUGH !” I screamed. My parents both stopped bickering and looked at my tear streaked, reddened face.

“Darling. I’m sorry. Were we fighting in front of you again?” My mother asked.

“YES.” I said, taking in a deep breath and trying to calm down. “Can you please stop blaming each other for everything, long enough to tell me what’s going on?”

“You do it, Francis.” she said, sternly. He sighed, and took my hand.

“Please don’t be alarmed, you’re a super hero.”

Dr. Super to the Rescue

2007-07-30T20:49:38Z

I rushed into the alley, where I carefully removed my expensive suit, revealing the spandex costume I wear everyday.

My phone rang as I put on my mask.

“What’s the problem today?” I asked, finally getting the damn thing to stick. Nearly 10 years of higher education was a synch, but wardrobe changes were still challenging.

“There’s a bank robbery at First City National.”

“A Bank robbery? You called me for a measly bank robbery? Couldn’t the police take care of that?”

“Oh, good idea… I guess I could just call them…”

“No, no… I’m almost dressed, I might as well go.” I started tying my cape on.

“Come on, Doctor.. was she really THAT bad?”

I tyed my cape on, and flicked it behind me. “Don’t ever ask me to take one of your sisters out again!” I said, running down the alley to my car.

Dr. Super

2007-07-30T20:32:40Z

“You certainly are a strange doctor, sir.” The young lady sitting beside me said.
“How so?” I asked.
“None of the doctors I know ever dreamed of being super heros.”
“How do you know?”
“Excuse me?”
“How do you know that they didn’t want to be super heros? Did you ask them?”
“No, not exactly.”
“You assume they don’t want to be superheros, just because they never told you?”
“Well, yes.” I don’t say anything else to her for a moment, but the silence was killing her. She really wanted this date to work. “It is a sort of silly thing to want- no offense.”
“Why is it silly?” I asked.
“Well, it’s not as if we really need super heros. There aren’t really villains lurking around trying to destroy the world.”
I shrugged and looked at the mirrored bar. A reflection in the window caught my eye.
In the clouds, a seach light in the shape of a + in a circle floated in the clouds.
I paid the bill and started running. “Please Excuse me, darling, Duty Calls!”

A Brief Glimpse into the Mind of Rockstarjoker

2007-07-30T20:02:31Z

Get to work. Log on to computer. Check out BillHaderonline.com to see if I missed anything last night. I didn’t.

Sign on to aim, see who’s on, and quickly hide my name. Love to talk, but hate some of the people who have my screen name.

Check 2 different emails. Nothing new or exciting- god that’s depressing. I should check myspace… but I don’t.

Time to sign on to Ficlets- Messages, YAY !

What should I do? A new story popped into my head, but I want to finish another one, Super Goner. No one’s paying attention to that one, though, so why should I bother?

But the next one will be so long…

I look at other people’s, just want some inspiration for a simple story.

All I get is this. What do you find when you glimpse into my mind? An empty hole, it looks like.

Uncomfortable Questions

2007-07-27T18:31:35Z

“Rae! Wait!” He said, chasing after me.

I sped up, but he was right on behind me. I broke from my brisque walk into a casual jog, hoping that he was perceptive enough to tell that I had no interest in talking to him, with out looking like I was fleeing for my life.

Shawn, being the kind of guy who never percieved anything correctly, didn’t get my hint, and walked right in front of me. I ran into him, spilling my steaming drink all over his shirt.

There was an image I’d have to remember to enjoy later.

“What do you want, Shawn?” I asked, wiping my hands on my coat. I could see in his puppy-dog eyes that my annoyance had wounded him.

“I just wanted to get your number… Ask you out to dinner.”

I looked at him. Years ago, we’d been friends. We’d been more than friends. For a while, it had worked well. I opened my mouth to say something, then, Laughed in his face.

An Unexpected Change

2007-07-27T17:03:00Z

The alarm screamed at me from my nightstand. I reached over and gave it what I thought was a little tap. It flew to the other side of the room, and landed, silently, on the floor.

“weird” I thought, as I sluggishly got out of bed.

I felt cold air on my thighs, which was odd, because my night gown usually covered them. The cool sensation made my skin prickle, and I touched my leg.

Wow, had it really been that long since i’d shaved them?

I walked into my bathroom and started brushing my teeth before I even noticed the intruder in my mirror.

I looked up, startled, and let out a scream. There was a tall, handsome man in my bathroom- and he was wearing MY nightgown and eye mask!

I freaked out, but as I screamed for help, I noticed that the man in the mirror was doing the same thing. I stopped, touched my breasts- they were gone!

I looked down at my own body, It was my hands touching the hairy chested stranger. I took another look in the mirror.

WHAT had happened?

MUST SELL TODAY- Part 8

2007-07-25T21:13:59Z

“Quick! Hide!” Damien said, throwing his coat over Andrew’s head. He tried to walk towards the door, but only managed to crash into a waitress. Damien pulled the jacket off his head. “Ok, bad idea. Let’s just walk, slowly, towards the door. The brothers began making their way towards the exit, backwards.

“What are you guys doing?” a voice from behind asked.

They both jumped before turning around.

“Katie!” Andrew said. “Hi.” He hugged her. “I didn’t know you would be here tonight.”

“Well, I was supposed to be picking something up, but It’s been over an hour, and the person I was supposed to meet still hasn’t shown up. Why are you here?”

“We- I… what were you gonna pick up?” Andrew asked.

“It was gonna be a surprise.” She said, smiling.

“Wait a minute… you’re not.. You couldn’t be… Katie, are you FunEgal?”

Katie gave Damien a confused look. “How did you know that?”

“Who cares?” Andrew said, placing his arm around her waist. “Let me buy you a beer.”

FIN

MUST SELL TODAY- part 7

2007-07-25T20:39:01Z

Hal’s was packed by the time they got there. Rather than stay with his brother, Damien shot straight to the bar.

Andrew walked around for a few minutes, surveying the crowd, trying to find FunEgal.

“Any Luck?” a voice behind him asked. Startled, Andrew turned around to find Damien standing behind him, holding two beers. He grabbed one of them and took a swig.

“None. I really should have asked her what she looked like.”

“Dude, you want to bail.” Damien said.

“We just got here. There’s no need to leave so quickly.”

“No, seriously, you’re in trouble if we don’t get out of here As Soon as possible.” Damien pointed accross the room, to an attractive sandy blonde haired girl who was sitting alone at a table.

“Katie!” Andrew yelped.

“Dude, if your girlfriend sees you hear, she is gonne cut off your balls.”

“I know!” Andrew squeaked. “What do I do?”

MUST SELL TODAY- Part 6

2007-07-25T20:22:32Z

Damien looked at Andrew, who’s face had drained it’s color in fear. He smiled as he opened the back door and placed the box of porn on the car’s hood.

“Oh, this stuff? We were actually just on our way to toss this stuff out, sir.”

Officer Stone tried to keep a straight face, but his curiosity got the best of him, and he grabbed one of the magazines out of the box.

“I better inspect this, to make sure nothing in here is dangerous, or toxic.” He said, grabbing the box. As he pulled out a movie, his eyes lit up like a child on christmas.

He cleared his throat and clutched the box closer to his side.

“Tell you what. Why don’t you boys get on your way, and I’ll just dispose of this for you.” The officer turned abruptly and walked to his car.

“Alright.” Damien said, tossing the keys in the air.

Andrew snatched the keys in mid air, before damien had a chance to catch them.

He sat down in the driver’s seat and closed the door.

“This time, I’m driving.” Andrew said.