100 Themes - 13. Misfortune
100 Themes Misfortune
He didnt believe in this thing called misfortune. There were many things, which people would call misfortune, but Reid believed that everything, which seemed misfortunate, had a hidden happy meaning in it. Everything happened for a reason a good reason, people were killed for a reason. He may not be able to see the reason for that yet, but he was sure that one-day, one day. He would know why there were killers who enjoyed killing others; he would know why people lay down their lives to help someone else someone like him.
He found out the reasons behind: why Morgan never talked about his life, why Gideon was found dead seven states away, why Elle had gone and killed that man, why Prentiss started having flings with every man she saw at the bar, why Garcia was shot and why Rossi had insisted on coming back to the BAU. He finally began to know that there was misfortune in the world he lived in.
But until he could find
100 Themes - 12. Insanity
100 Themes Insanity
Sometimes Hotch wonders what was the difference between being sane and insane, and where was the line drawn? Sometimes Hotch thinks that he can feel himself going mad, he thinks that he can feel the killers hiding in the shadows of his house, he thinks that he can feel the curse being placed upon him.
Sometimes, Reid wonders that if he was afraid of his mind perhaps the monsters and ghosts inside of him wouldnt win. Sometimes Reid thinks that he can hear himself going mad, he thinks that he can hear the footsteps of the killers, he thinks that he can hear the voices of the ghosts screaming to be let out.
Sometimes, Morgan wonders that if he pretended that there were no monsters and ghosts inside him, they would go away. Sometimes Morgan this that he can taste himself going mad, he thinks that he can taste the victims blood on his lips, he thinks that he can taste the wrath of the killers in the air.
Sometimes, Prentiss wonders what woul
100 Themes - 11. Memory
100 Themes Memory
Reid hated his ability to memorize. Reid loved his ability to memorize. He had a sort of hate-love relationship with his mind. The sort that never seemed to make sense.
Eidetic memory, is the ability to recall images, sounds, or objects in memory with extreme accuracy and in abundant volume. The word eidetic means related to extraordinarily detailed and vivid recall of visual images, and comes from the Greek word eidos, which means "form". Eidetic memory can have a very different meaning for memory experts who use the picture elicitation method to detect it. Eidetic memory as observed in children is typified by the ability of an individual to study an image for approximately 30 seconds, and maintain a nearly perfect photographic memory of that image for a short time once it has been removedindeed such eidetikers claim to "see" the image on the blank canvas as vividly and in as perfect detail as if it were still there. Reid murmured to himself.
Coronation by LoneWolf-5I. Introduction
It was still hard for him to fully grasp everything that was going on around him. The days had all melded together after he was told of Uncles death about a week ago.
He had woken up amongst the bales of hay and after brushing and picking off as many clinging pieces as he could, he had gone to wake up Uncle. Except Uncle didnt wake, he just lay there, cold and motionless. It was then that the dark notion began to spread across his mind but he shoved it back, because it couldnt be true. He dashed out of the stables and glanced about frantically. Someone would know how to wake Uncle up because Uncle wasnt broken. He couldnt be. Sure, the older had been sickly as of late but the life in him hadnt seemed to weaken at all, never once relenting in his teachings to the young heir. Yet, deep down, he knew that was not completely true. Ever so slowly, Uncles complexion had waned, his movements had slowed, and
Lace by bookbutterfly Lace
Lace is a feminine tradition.
Little girls in Easter bows,
shrieking, running, yelling,
as they trip over boys in suits,
searching for magical eggs.
Demure young women,
shaking with just a little nerve,
raising their pinkies and tea cups,
taking luncheon on the veranda.
The young blushing bride -
as the satin covers her,
she fingers the pattern
at the edge of the neckline.
Busy wives, bustling around,
trying to please their hardworking husbands,
scramble to get ready,
waiting impatiently for the babysitter.
Classy older ladies
in their vintage modern,
as they move in high society,
and spill nothing on themselves.
Grandma in her Sunday best,
looks like she's just sleeping,
as her young granddaughters
peer at her in the church.
Exclusively the female touch,
just that little extra so
.Introduction.I couldn't decipher who threw the first punch; it was too dark, the faces were hidden. It was probably that short bitch, or the guy with all the tattoos. All I knew was one minute I was standing in front of a developing, frightening crowd, and the next, I was on the ground, coughing and trying to catch my breath and shove it back into my lungs. I was cornered, backed in between a chain-link fence and a solid concrete wall. The first blow was fast, but the pain made the aftershock like a small eternity as my body doubled over and arms instinctively clutched against my stomach to protect it, like I was holding my guts in.
I wanted this; This was the life I was looking forward to. I would be an urban warrior, a defender of what was my new families and mine; a family I would be officially apart of if I survived tonight. No, not 'if', when I survive tonight.
The blows came faster and faster, harder, more at a time. I couldn't differentiate punches from kicks after awhile, the pain was just
breathe again - 100 ThemeSwimming in the pool I remember the water at the beach. June 19th 2004. Jericho beach. Around 2pm. The water was so cold as I swam with my friend. We were waiting for everyone to arrive. My Grandma was there which meant the world, She had Cancer and was very sick. But she sat on a beach chair and watched me swim. When everyone got there I swam as fast as I could over to the part of the beach where they were. My Pastor was waiting for me there. I smiled at him and my dada looked so proud of me. He smiled back and said its time. I nodded and said I knew. We went into the water, all the way up to my hips. My dada on one side and my Pastor on the other. My Pastor stood in front of me in the water. My dada at my back, hand on my shoulder. My Pastor said the words for me to repeat back to him. Do you accept Christ into your heart? Yes Do you accept Jesus Christ as your lord and saviour? Yes Then he dipped me into the water. I
drive - 100 ThemeDriving across Canada with my family the year my father died. Seeing the lines on the road. White, white, white, and yellow against the gray asphalt. Driving to Trygon3s house in his green van. Singing to the radio. My moms friend driving me to Safeway to get groceries. Talking about everything. Memories flood through my mind and I see my mom driving hectically to our friends before she broke her ankle. The truck going across Canada pulling the trailer. The rainbow flag covering the window. My dada laughing at the flag. Mad because he wasnt a fruit laughing because everyone would think he was. Him asking God for forgiveness before we ate. Our dog stuck in the cage when we drive. The mountains in the background as we go through Alberta. Driving to Church singing to the radio. Always singing. Again all I see are the mountains. Lost in memories of rainbow flags and forgiveness.
Innocence - 100 ThemeI have watched my little sister grow, watching her I want my innocence back. That beauty of being friends with anyone the moment you meet. That pure state. Back when all you fought about was who got the best dress up dress back when hate wasnt a feeling. Back when you could be just friends with a guy and no one would question it. Back when boys and girls were equal. Back when you could run around naked in the backyard making mud pies. And when you were covered in mud you could take a bubble bath with your best friend without there being accusations of being a slut or there being any physical aspect.
Back when you could just curl up in someones lap and go to sleep, trusting them completely. I was told the other day about when I was little and the first time I ever met one of my brothers now Godparents. She was sitting down and I walked right up to her. I was barely one. And I just crawled up into her lap and started playing with one