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My Fabulous Killjoy's - Part 20.

I know this is a bit short, but i figured that i better post it, for fear of me trying to add more to it, not knowing what to add, and then never getting it posted. HAHA! so here it is. I hope you all like it, and i would like to thank all of you for reading this. Your comments mean so much more than you could ever know. :) ROCK IT KILLJOYS...

She was dead. My only sister. I felt torn in two ways, one half already fluttering off in the wind… I was so out of my head right now, I just wanted to go someplace and think.

My Fabulous Killjoy's - Part 19.

We woke everyone, and we were all crouched behind the counter. Everyone, after their initial shock of seeing Ghoul up and walking, turned to Poison for what we were going to do. He was a good leader.
“How did they find us?” Jet asked him, and he shook his head.
“I have no clue, must have been from the raid, something must have tipped them off or something. But that doesn’t really matter-”
“Actually, I mean, I don’t mean to interrupt Poison-” I said as I turned to him. “But it does matter.

My Fabulous Killjoy's - Part 18.

So Ghoul hadn’t woken up since he had fallen asleep the night before. It was now afternoon. Poison, Kobra, Jet, Grace and Blades hadn’t left his side all night long. I didn’t feel right being in there… It was only because of me that he was like this. That he was almost dead. Could die at any time. All because of me.
Trench and Dawn were tied up and put in the furthest room from the front. Trench was completely beaten to shreds, and I couldn’t help but think over and over again of how much I just wanted to shoot him. But he didn’t deserve that. He didn’t deserve that kindness.
I stood

My Fabulous Killjoy's - Part 17.

I stormed out on him, just after that, leaving him all by his lonesome. If only he could wonder this dry desert by himself for the rest of his life, the sick piece of garbage. I walked up behind Grace and she turned to look at me. She gave a half smile and turned back around.
“Hey, Killjoy.” I said, my voice as light as I could get it.
“Don’t call me a Killjoy…” She said quietly.
“Why not?” I asked her. She didn’t look at me as she answered.
“Because I don’t want to be a Killjoy… Not if this is what it means….” She said quietly.
“Hey.” I said, and she still didn’t

My Fabulous Killjoy's - Part 16.

It was starting to become exhausting, being worried about everything. Being worried if Trench would be in the next room I was walking in, wondering what was the matter with Dawn and why she was ignoring me, wondering if Poison would randomly beat the daylights out of Trench, wondering if BL would bust down our doors, wondering if Ghoul was going to be okay.
A few days after Ghoul’s run in with Trench, he seemed to be okay. He was being able to move around a lot more, and so we thought that everything was going to be fine, and he would recover easily.

My Fabulous Killjoy's - Part 15.

HEY GUYS GIANA HERE! just want to let you know i might not be getting these out as quickly as i would like, my sister as been spending some more time on her computer (which i use for My Fabulous Killjoy's) and i have been extra busy with all kinds of things. I WILL GET THEM OUT, it just might not be so quick. :) Thank you all so much for your support with this, I have always loved writing, and i especially like writing this. All of your comments are so encouraging. :)
Rock it KillJoy's...

My Fabulous Killjoy's - Part 14.

We walked and walked and walked. Apparently the diner was much further than I had imagined, and our water was starting to run out. So was daylight. I knew that Poison shared my stand on not wanting to spend another night in the open, but we might have little choice. I could tell that he needed a rest, and Lord knew that I did too. I turned to him, my eyes weary, but I saw something that made me laugh out loud. He smiled at me a puzzled smile.
“What?” He asked me and I just couldn’t stop laughing. “WHat?” He asked again, this time with a little airy laugh as well.
“Your face…” Was

My Fabulous Killjoy's - Part 13

I realized soon that absolutely NONE of the jeans in the chest of drawers could even possibly fit me. That’s what I got for being so short…. So I had to go downstairs in just the large dress shirt I was already wearing. My jeans were soaking, but my jacket, shirt, tank top, and undergarments I had made sure that they were done as soon as possible. So they were done and ready to be word whenever. But then again, Poison had said to sleep well, so that meant he was probably just in his bedroom, right? That would make sense… I took a look in the mirror really quick.

My Fabulous Killjoy's - Part 12.

I looked over at him and the smile on his face almost told me that he knew more than he was telling, but I didn’t push him. I just leaned over and pumped my shoulder into his and he looked down at me.
“Water?” I asked him, and suddenly it was as if he remembered what was at hand. There was large, arched open doorway that led to a equally large room, painted white, with all black furnishings. Black, tattered curtains, thick in dust. A old, Victorian black sofa with a matching armchair.

My Fabulous Killjoy's - Part 11.

I opened my eyes when I noticed the scorching sun begin to drizzle into my dreams. I sat up slowly, and looked up into the bright sky. Oh God…. Well, we had gotten away, but I had lost someone in the meantime. I looked down into my lap, at my hands that were covered in the red blood of a girl who should not be dead. I tried the blood from my hands with my shirt, but it just wouldn’t come off. The everlasting stain. I was so angry… I was in a quiet rage with everything, but most importantly myself. It seemed that no matter what.