MMPRBlueRanger1993

I remember looking out my bedroom window. The sky was a brilliant color of blue, the kind you could only really see in the summer. I sat in a reclining chair, my eyes not leaving the sky as I took a deep breath. "I miss him..." God, I missed him. My hands traced the edge of the window pane before I let thoughts consume me. My name is John Doe, or at least that's what I called myself, once. My eyes drifted over to the old shirt I once wore religiously at that place. I nervously pondered on the memories I made there, the friends I made. My real name is actually John or 'Johnny' Saturn. I stayed in a prison for my parents who needed desperate

             Phillip struggles to find any kind of hand hole in the damp wall. He reviews, with more than a little aggravation, the events that led him to being stuck, head first, in a well. It had started out well enough; he had left that morning with Samson for a ride. The weather had been pleasant; warm sun, soft breeze and majestic scenery, rolling plains with imposing mountains as the back drop.              In all fairness, it had been going well, until Samson stopped short. Phillip pitched over the horse’s head and ended up in a well, for the first time that day. That time though, he worked his way out pretty quickly. He had re

             Prince Charming slams his door behind him, dulling his Father’s bellows. The teen flops into his bed, throwing an arm over his head in the process. Outside he can hear his father losing steam and the noise dissipate. After three days in a carriage with no company other than an elder driver and an eligible but not entertaining noble lady all Charming wanted to so was slip off to his room, freshen up and rest before beginning his classes anew tomorrow.              Those dreams were quickly shattered when his Father greeted him at the door, eager to hear that he proposed to his companion. When he saw them heading in opposit

             Florian decides by the third crash it’s for the best that the dwarves work with diamonds since it’s probably the only substance they can’t break. When Snow White asked to invite her friends for their wedding, he couldn’t refuse her. Especially not since the men she asked to invite also saved her from the Queen…or tried to. In the year she had been with him since that first kiss, the “proper” time to court, she had not seen them, only exchanged letters frequently.  Keeping these things in mind, he had not thought twice when she brought up inviting them, however he assumed they would be, w

  The next time he wakes up he feels much better. He opens his eyes afraid of what he will find. The room is a stark white, the walls, ceiling, even the sheets covering him. His still tired mind takes a moment to realize that he isn’t tied down anymore and that he is on a bed not a table; he moved to sit up but his attention is drawn by a voice. “Good to see you up sunshine I was beginning to worry.” The face that enters his field of vision is the same one he vaguely remembers. “I’m Andrew, but if the guards ask I’m 1012.” Andrew, now that he sees him clearer, is probably late twenties or early thirti

  Laughing Farm            He wakes up to his head hurting and his body feeling stiff. It takes him a few moments to realize that he is strapped to a cold, metal examination table. His waist, ankles, knees, wrists and elbows are all secured with equally cold metal straps and a moment later, he finds so is his head. Terror courses through him and not being able to look around only or move more than an inch adds to his fear. He opens his mouth to call for help but a voice stops him. “Don’t panic, 1094.” It’s a man’s voice, warm and inviting, like a friend offering advice but he can’t see him. Instead of k

             Captain Hook looked on in triumph as the last of the boys was tied to the mast. Finally, after all these endless years he has not only Peter Pan but all of his Lost Boys too. Peter looked out defiantly while the Lost Boys wore varying looks confusion and fear. Hook began to speak in his shows man voice as he addressed the crew, “Well men, after all this time we have finally done it, we have them! Now what shall we do to them, I want to hear what all of you have to say!” He didn’t really care what they wanted, he was sure he would torture them, then display them for a few days until he got bored, and finally kil