Locke and the Hooker Spawn

"... Where did the baby come from?"

"Well you se--"

"I KNOW WHERE BABIES COMES FROM LOCKE." Caine interrupted loudly as he thrust the baby into the other mans open arms. Caine had never wished he could get drunk until the day Gaberial had set him down and decided to have a very long talk with Caine. He'd come out feeling scared for life and every time Desmond came to visit the man would laugh at him. If Caine didn't know exactly how the body, mind, and plain genetics worked he might of chalked his Asexuality up to that very defining moment in his life.

Parts of Awakening

 So below is part of the story I am writing. Its been around in my head since probably middle school. I'm not even sure anymore how these guys appeared but it felt like it was finally time to write there story. They've always been THE story that I've wanted to write. These guys are my babies.

She was loosing her mind. Granted in retrospect she thought this really shouldn't of been as much as a surprise as it was turning out to be. The signs where popping up everywhere and one was staring at her right now across the room in all his ruggishly handsome glory. She still closed her eyes though and breathed slowly as he counted to three backwards.

3
When she opened them again hopefully everything would be normal.

2

>>> Follow U Hom3

First- I meant to write that title like that for no other reason then that it amused me so. 

Second- I think I disturbed myself. 

>>> Follow U Hom3

A feeling can tell you a lot about a situation, it’s like a warning before something good or bad happens. Tonight it starts out as a tingling sensation that starts at your toes and slowly creeps up through your spine and causes you to shiver all over. You have a chilling sense of being watched, impending disaster. You want to look around for the creeper but not appear obvious so instead you speed up to where you see a crowd of people. If you can reach them you’ll feel that much safer, you think.

You haven’t really felt safe in a while and truthfully- We’re never safe. You’ve come to realize that even in your own home you are a target. Someone breaks in. You wake up to the sound of a shattering window, or maybe the heavy crunch of a booted foot kicking in the front door. Guns are drawn, voices are screaming. A friend, roommate, maybe even yourself is hiding under the bed while another person is in the bathroom with a hammer gripped tightly in white knuckled fingers. Just like that your life has changed. The home you felt protected in is no longer safe, and you are jumping at shadows at every turn.

Only I am not a shadow. I’ve broken into your home and stolen your things- jewelry, perfumes so I can smell your scent, pictures so I can remember you. A shrine on my wall built solely around you’re perfection. I’m positive you’ll be flattered when you see it. I have a wooden table below it- a alter with some strands of honey blonde hair from your brush.

The streets are dark. You finally turn your head to the left, right but you should be looking behind you. I creep up silently, nary is a sound made.

“I’ll never hurt you. Just let me love you.”

I had actually PLANNED for it to be a joke between a guy and a girl. He was going to be teasing her about what he would do if he was stalking her or something but I decided to leave it like this instead when there was no way to make the ending make sense. It was written in about 15 minutes.