Criminal Justice😂

My name is Robert Vandt. I guess by now you know I’m German but that is not necessary. I’m a banker with my dear comrades, Michael Clifford, Josh Carter and Craig McColl. It’s my small gang but I prefer to call us The Mystique because a gang sounds all evil and bad. The irony is those two words are in contrast to us.😃

That fateful day, I remember it like it happened just a few seconds ago but Lord knows it was ages ago before the existence of the sun. (Cliché, right?🤔)

“Wake up! Wake up Vandt!” This was followed by cold bucket of ice on my face. “What the fish 😂 is wrong with you?” I shouted. I don’t recall the Ice Bucket Challenge starting like this but it was a hell of a morning😂. I quickly jumped out of my bed and ignored the usual morning routine of waking up and taking a shower and stuff (Cut me some slack but I need to be unique😁). It was time to break the monotony but well that wasn’t the reason, I was running out of time.

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Chronicles of the Asylum 2

Again, It’s time for madness, Asylum.

I’ll always say Asylum is a green land in a four-walled hell. Yes, I called the larger place hell.😋

One common characteristic of the members is that they are ALL cray cray. Yes, nimesema tumechizi 😅. The same goes with the people associated with it. So I’ll start with the “horrible bosses” as usual but this time…. (lemme not say) 😁.

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Hermanos

Peter comes home late from an illegal party and finds Shawna, his young sister, awake.

PETER: Please don’t tell mum and dad.

SHAWNA: Oh, I will.

PETER: Please, I’m just tryna fit in.

SHAWNA: Me too, with mum and dad.

PETER:I’ll do anything.

SHAWNA: Really?

PETER: Just say what you want.

SHAWNA: Ok, I want a fake ID on Monday.

PETER: Monday?

SHAWNA: Dick you heard me right.

PETER: I’m gonna tell mum you used a curse word again.

SHAWNA: You already told them I did before you left. Nice time trying. Monday boy, Monday.


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BROKEN 

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I said I would dare, but not tear
Thy heart, an apple tree in the wild
I’d love to sit under its shade.


All that, was of thy only one

Who left my heart needing stitches

Don’t mistake me for Mendes
But I won’t trip again

Well, well, well
She said it well
I was the Mr. Jailer
Only that I didnt call her a prisoner
But her prison was next to my arms.

Being the man I was
She killed from the inside
She left me needing a place to hide.

Now my innards wanna show
But I play the strings too slow
To keep me from me
And let me be.

They say, “He drinks wine”
Yes, but she loved me still
And also left me to heal
I was just but a chord
She was learning to play.

My heart was like a viola
That she left untuned.

Crimson Peak

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Thomas opened the door slowly as he ran words over his mind as to what to tell Agatha. They loved each other as per God’s eye but his plans had soon come to a tragic end. Her father was clear with instructions. As of that night he was ordered to intensively break Agatha’s heart and for the morning to come he was to leave with his sister back to the devil that had nursed them.

Agatha’ s father followed him to see the manifestations of his words. She stood a few steps away from the door of her father’s office and for a moment Thomas felt a fear that maybe she had heard the conversation that went on.

She broke into a smile and let out a breath in relief that he shall walk away from her broken and wounded but his sins tucked under a few ears. His knees burnt as he pulled himself to her. She brightened
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