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Hidden GeniusI am a genius.Hidden Genius by =TheSkaBoss
I have an IQ of 169
(Mensa-tested).
I moved up two years in primary school
(just for English and Maths).
I won a scholarship
(and a bursary)
to the top private school in the country.
I could do complicated maths in my head
(like a human calculator),
better than the top students years above me;
I have the certificates
(and the trophies)
to prove it.
I studied ancient languages
(Latin and Greek),
so I know the meaning of my name
(bright, shining light).
I used to think I was well-named
(with a pun thrown in),
but now the light is dulled
(and dusty),
clouded over by pain.
I still shine
(weakly)
through the brain fog,
in isolate
TrappedTrapped inside her own mind, she struggles desperately to break free. He asks her a question, and she tries to force her mouth open but it won't work. Muscles stretch infinitely without ever physically moving, until she feels that the pressure she's putting on her lips should be enough to force open the heaviest of doors. Still her lips won't budge. She gives up, mind fluttering away from the problem, hoping to trick it into letting up while she's not paying it any attention. All she accomplishes is to lose her grasp of the question; she no longer has any idea what he asked. She hopes it wasn't important. He tells her he loves her, and it surTrapped by =TheSkaBoss
Eww, BoysEver since Princess Lola was a little girl, she'd railed against the idea of her someday marrying a prince. "Eurgh,, who wants to share a room with a boy?" was a popular refrain of hers, but the more adamant she was about it, the more amused the people around her became. They would listen, chuckle, and shake their heads, but they'd never believe her. Everybody she'd ever met was convinced of the simple fact that she would change her mind about boys when she was older.Eww, Boys by =TheSkaBoss
The problem was that she didn't.
On the day of Lola's seventeenth birthday, her mother, Queen Natalia, was a nervous wreck. Politics and wars were things she could handle with ease, but a teenage daughter who didn't get lovesick over the very idea of princes was beyond her comprehension. As a result, she flitted about her only child while the girl was being readied for her grand ball, finding a hundred flaws to comment on and getting in everyone's way, although nobody would ever dream
Self Preservation"The rules of the game are as follows:Self Preservation by =TheSkaBoss
Win or lose, you're all in this together.
To ensure your compliance with said rules, we have implanted you all with microchips that monitor your vital signs. If any of your hearts should fail, a signal will be sent to err, shall we say, activate, the rest of your group's microchips." With this, the officer opened his hand up like a blossoming flower and said quietly, "Boom," His accompanying grin was psychotic. "The teensiest little explosion can have an impressive effect on something so fragile as a brain, you know."
I knew that speech off by heart by now, could play it back in my head whenever I wan
The Worst FatherHelix was sat in his room, stroking Ada Lovelace and admiring her fluffiness, when the first Crazy Thing happened that day. It wasn't the first time it had ever happened, and he'd learned through trial and error that telling people about the Crazy Things only led to Bad Things. As he could only deal with one Thing at a time, he always tried to ignore the Crazy Thing when it happened.The Worst Father by =TheSkaBoss
"Purrrrrleave me alone; I'm working on Goldbach's conjecture." Said the cat.
"Lalalalalala!" Said Helix, with his fingers in his ears.
This freed his hands from stroking Ada Lovelace, which is what she wanted in the first place. As soon as he did so she steppe
Groaner"A black and tan, please." I ask as I sit down. The bartender rustles one up and slides it over my way. I catch it as if I'd been rehearsing this all my life, and take a long draught of it.Groaner by =TheSkaBoss
"First time I've seen you in 'ere." He remarks.
"Aye, I only come to bars when I have troubles to share, and my life's been miraculously trouble-free for some time."
"But not lately. So, what ales ya?" He asks, whilst filling a mug for another patron.
I stoically ignore the groaner. "Just got through one of the worst cases of my life. Woman keels over dead in the middle of a party. Fifty witnesses and not a damn one could say what happened to her; just
JackIt was a dark and stormy night. Except that it wasn't dark, or stormy, or even night-time - it was closer to a clear twilight. I just said that to give a better sense of atmosphere, for the atmosphere was certainly stormy. Let's just pretend that the weather was reflecting it, as it always seems to in the films. So anyway, it was 'dark' and 'stormy', and tempers were running high. John and Jane were arguing again - this time about whether or not their arguing was having a negative impact on their son's abnormal mind. He wasn't actually all that abnormal, in fact, he was fairly normal for a child coming from such a dysfunctional home. Pretty bJack by =TheSkaBoss
Easy ListeningThe music never stopped playing. Long after the last scream had faded away into dreadful silence, the music was still playing. A hauntingly soft melody that was at odds with its surroundings. The music played from speakers set in each corner of the room, mounted on the ceiling where they were out of reach. The walls of the room were wooden, where they weren't pure dirt. The floor was nothing but dirt too, but of a darker, damper colour than that on the walls. There were no cobwebs here, despite the dark setting, for spiders had no place in this room. No living creature belonged in here other than the one who made it.Easy Listening by =TheSkaBoss
Why he made it, and why
I HateI hate that I can't concentrate,I Hate by =TheSkaBoss
And there are things I can't recall.
I hate the fact I can't walk straight,
- End up walking into walls.
I hate that my slow shambling gait
Makes me invariably fall.
I hate that when I medicate
It does completely bugger all.
I hate the fact I've put on weight
Despite watching what I eat.
I hate the fact my joints inflate
In this dreadful humid heat.
I hate the fact I fascinate
Every person on the street.
I hate having to educate
Every doctor that I meet.
I hate when ignorant people state
My only problem is being unfit.
I hate that I can't communicate
The problems I refuse to admit.
I hate t
55 55-Word Stories1. It's that damn cow again, following me everywhere. She knows what's in store for her and she's trying to make me feel guilty about it. It's not going to work dammit!55 55-Word Stories by =TheSkaBoss
I raised my axe threateningly. She looked at me with those big brown eyes. I had to let her go.
2. Once upon a time there was a duck. One day the duck found a balloon. It was red and pretty. All the other ducks were jealous of him. Then he lost the balloon. The other ducks helped him look for it. Instead of the red balloon, they found hundreds of blue balloons to share! Yay!
3. The air rushed past her, an endless streaming wind that ripped the breath
Man and MachineIt happened slowly - the fusion of man and machine. In the beginning, it was purely for medical reasons, to help those with physical limitations overcome them, to help them be 'normal' again. It didn't take long for them to want to be more than normal, and it didn't take long after that for the 'normals' to want those same enhancements.Man and Machine by =TheSkaBoss
It was expensive though, to begin with. Only the richest could afford these adaptations and only the vainest wanted them. It took a long time for it to trickle out into the masses, to become the new 'norm'. But gradually it did, and countless generations down the line, we see the end result. Man and machine h
Your HouseThe smell of cigarettes still lingered in the air, long after they had left the house. Abandoned, it radiated a palpable sense of emptiness that was felt the minute you laid eyes on it - strangely, as from that distance there was no way to tell that it was empty. The house looked perfectly normal from far away; it was only once you got up close that the small details unveiled themselves and allowed you to ascertain just what it was that had made that house feel so odd and out of place to you. For it was just that one house, alone amongst a plethora of its brethren, that stood out and called out to you, letting you know in no uncertain terms tYour House by =TheSkaBoss
Little Sally's Dirty FeetLittle Sally had a problem. Little Sally always had dirty feet. Her mother would clean them and clean them and clean them, but Little Sally would just go and get them dirty again. Her mother was a very clean person and always worried about her daughter. She could not understand why Little Sally always had such dirty feet. Why, she herself had come from a long line of clean people who would not have tolerated such dirty feet in the house. She must have gotten the genes from her father's side; Little Sally's mother would think to herself. Meanwhile, she would watch in agony as Little Sally would once again bring dirty feet into her spotlessly cLittle Sally's Dirty Feet by ~Aro-chan
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I just wanted to say that I love your stories. They made my day! So despite that rather intimidating warning above the comment box, I wanted to say thank you for being such an incredible writer. Looking forward to more brilliant pieces! 
Jolly 
