Ways Bisexuals Communicate

ways bisexuals communicate

finger guns

thumbs up

peace signs

salutes

“y’all”

Star Wars but every time Darth Vader breathes you hear a harmonica

The Guardian Angel

A young man lays in a dark alleyway. His eyes snap open as he jolts awake. Sitting up quickly, taking in sharp breaths as his hands clutch at his chest where a dark red spot has formed.

Looking down at his hands he thinks; is this my blood? Suddenly, he noticed a slight burning feeling in the front right pocket of his jeans. Reaching down to feel in the pocket, he pulls out a folded piece of paper. It was glowing! Shocked and confused, he decides to open the paper. As the glowing suddenly stops, words come to view. But what do the words say? As to clarify in his mind he reads the note out loud, "Ace Woods. Deceased." I'm dead? Reaching again to his chest he thinks, maybe that's why there's blood on my chest! The note begins to glow again, as new words appear. "Ace, you are now a guardian angel to many people. Notes will appear when a person is in trouble. You will be given the person's name, date and exact time they will need to be saved. Your journey of redemption begins now."

After Ace reads over the note, he left the alleyway and started walking around the town. A couple minutes later he felt another burning sensation on his leg. Another note. He his hand into his pocket and pulled out the paper. Ace started to read it out loud, " Katie William. Age: 5. Black hair. Central Park. Red Ball. Twelve-o'clock. Save from getting hit by a car." The note ends.

"How am I supposed to know what time it is?" He says out loud. Just then, Ace feels something cold on his right wrist. Looking down, he moves up the sleeve of his shirt to see the silver face of a watch, with a leather band wrapped around his wrist. "Uhm, thanks?" Ace whispers into the air.

Quickly he checks the time. Ten-o'clock! He has two hours to get to Central Park. Having never been to Central Park, Ace starts quickly walking around looking up at street signs trying to find his way to the park.

Finally, after an hour and a half, he finds the park. Looking around, he spots a bench close to the edge of the park near the playground. Walking over to it, he heavily drops down on the bench. Sighing, Ace reaches back into his pocket and takes out the piece of paper to study the note. Black hair, and five years old. Not very descriptive, he thinks sarcastically. Another thirty minutes passed by slowly. At the exact time Ace spots, a red ball rolling out into the busy street. He then noticed a young girl chasing after it, and blue sneakers on her feet.

Quickly, Ace realizes that there's a car heading straight for her! In the distance, he can hear the screams of the girl's terrified mother. Bolting up and running towards the little girl, Ace closes the distance to the girl. Leaping forward grabbing the young girl, to move her out of the way, Ace rolled to the safety of the other side of the road with the girl tucked safely in his arms. At that time, the car screeched to a halt! Sounds of shoes hitting the asphalt coming closer, running to the two on the ground. Ace looks up to many teary eyes looking down at him.

Slowly Ace sits up with the child shaking in his arms. The young girl's mother finally reaches the two and falls to her knees. Shaking and eyes tearing up, she says with relief in her voice, "Thank you so much, Sir!" Not being sure how to handle the situation, Ace replied, "Your welcome Miss." He handed the frightened young girl back into the arms of her mother. The man driving the car, took a shaky step towards the group, spewing out quick apologies to the upset mother and Ace.

After many thank yous from the mother and big hugs from the little girl, Ace went on his way, heading down the street. A burning sensation came back to his pocket, and his walking came to a halt. Pushing his hand into his pocket, he pulls out the note. It was glowing again. At the bottom of the note it read "Accomplished." The glowing got brighter and brighter until the note exploded into ashes, falling from Ace's hand. Looking around frantically, wondering if anyone had seen the explosion as well. The many people walking around were busy and didn't pay him any mind.

In the days that went by, Ace saved two more people. A teenage boy hanging out with his friends, he would have drowned in a lake. A young woman hiking with her dog almost fell off the edge of the trial. She would have ended up in a coma.

Wondering around the surprisingly, quiet night of New York City, Ace had reached the end of the street he had been walking. Feeling a familiar burning sensation in his pocket, he quickly reached into his pocket and fished out the note. Reading it out loud Ace prepared himself for the news, "Kenny Loomis. Age: 30. Alleyway on Cater Street. Save from drug overdose." Ace pauses and reads the last part again. "I have to save him, he can't end up like me." He mutters.

Hastily stuffing the note back into his pocket, he starts running, searching for Carter Street. After an hour Ace eventually finds the street. Racing down the block looking in every alleyway ready to give up, Ace hears a faint sound coming from the alley he had just rushed past. It sounded like crying. Going back to the entrance he saw a man sitting on the ground. Slumped against the brick wall, the man moaned in pain and sorrow.

Silently walking towards the man, a large dark, ghostly figure blocks his way. stepping back, he looks up at the figure. In his mind, he can only think of one word to describe this......thing. Demon. It has dark, blood-like eyes that seemed to wetly run down its elongated face, dripping onto its sharp yellow stained fangs. Finally, adverting his eyes from the demon's grotesque face, he looked behind it to the man crying. He could see that the man was surrounded by these evil things. The demons were whispering darkness in the ears of the poor man. Taunting him and telling him to take the drugs. At that moment Ace remembered the reason he died. He had gotten into a violent fight with a man about drugs.

Ace was pulled back to the present by the sounds of the man's wails. He had to save him. But how could he get around this thing blocking his way? Getting his courage up, Ace sprinted toward the demon. Growling in an inhumane way, the demon tried in vain to reach out and grab Ace. Sliding down in-between the demon's legs narrowly escaping, Ace quickly made his way over to Kenny. Ripping and pushing the creaturs away, he pulled Kenny into his arms to protect him. In that split second of grabbing him, a blinding light emitted from Ace's body, burning the demon and turning them to ash.

The frightened man looked up at him, still caged in his arms, "Thank you so much." He said in a small, shaky voice. Ace just smiled fondly at him, "Well it is my job to protect those in need," he said "Just don't get into this life. It won't end well for you."

With those last words, Ace let the man go and started heading out of the alleyway. Just then that, almost comforting, burning feeling came back. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the glowing piece of paper, on it read, "Accomplished." The paper started to glow, much brighter than it ever had before. What's going on? Ace thought as a bright white light began to envelop him. Just as the light surrounded him fully, he heard a deep but rich voice say to him,

"You have been redeemed."

-The End-

~AcePumpkin~

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Joseph Quinn made the choice to continue to do what he loves, but that doesn't mean that he isn't scared. Stop trying to downplay it because some of you don't want to admit that some of you guys had a role in that. He looks fucking stressed, he's pointed out how disgusting some of your behavior is. You know what, it's fucking brave of him to still continue to do it despite the fact that he's been stalked, harassed, his friends had been harassed, and he was nearly pushed in front of the way of a moving car. I know he's fucking scared. I see that same look in the mirror. I live in fear of one day that my brother will snap and kill us all. I still do my best to take care of him because he's my brother, and I still remember when he was good, when his illness still hasn't taken over. I know what it's like to love someone, to love something and still be afraid of it. It only takes one crazy fan to kill someone. So don't downplay it because Joseph Quinn made a choice by doing what he loves.