freak

The hands of fate keep time on a heart-shaped clock.

God is the comic shepherd who gets more of a kick out of that one lost sheep once he finds it again than out of the ninety and nine who had the good sense not to get lost in the first place. God is the eccentric host who, when the country-club crowd all turned out to have other things more important to do than come live it up with him, goes out into the skid rows and soup kitchens and charity wards and brings home a freak show. The man with no legs who sells shoelaces at the corner. The old woman in the moth-eaten fur coat who makes her daily rounds of the garbage cans. The old wino with his pint in a brown paper bag. The pusher, the whore, the village idiot who stands at the blinker light waving his hand as the cars go by. They are seated at the damask-laid table in the great hall. The candles are all lit and the champagne glasses filled. At a sign from the host, the musicians in their gallery strike up "Amazing Grace.

I think every writer has a little freak in __m.

A deaf and dumb in the mist of morons is a renowed talkative among brains.

Some long for acceptance while others fear for anything ordinary.

The intruders spoke no words as they rushed in. Five boys carrying baseball bats and tire irons. They wore an assortment of Halloween masks and stocking masks.But Derek knew who they were.__o! No!_ he cried.All five boys wore bulky shooter__ earmuffs. They couldn__ hear him. But more importantly, they couldn__ hear Jill.One of the boys stayed in the doorway. He was in charge. A runty kid named Hank. The stocking pulled down over his face smashed his features into Play-Doh, but it could only be Hank.One of the boys, fat but fast-moving and wearing an Easter Bunny mask, stepped to Derek and hit him in the stomach with his aluminum baseball bat.Derek dropped to his knees.Another boy grabbed Jill. He put his hand over her mouth. Someone produced a roll of duct tape.Jill screamed. Derek tried to stand, but the blow to his stomach had winded him. He tried to stand up, but the fat boy pushed him back down.__on__ be stupid, Derek. We__e not after you.__he duct tape went around and around Jill__ mouth. They worked by flashlight. Derek could see Jill__ eyes, wild with terror. Pleading silently with her big brother to save her.When her mouth was sealed, the thugs pulled off their shooter__ earmuffs.Hank stepped forward. __erek, Derek, Derek,_ Hank said, shaking his head slowly, regretfully. __ou know better than this.___eave her alone,_ Derek managed to gasp, clutching his stomach, fighting the urge to vomit.__he__ a freak,_ Hank said.__he__ my little sister. This is our home.___he__ a freak,_ Hank said. __nd this house is east of First Avenue. This is a no-freak zone.___an, come on,_ Derek pleaded. __he__ not hurting anyone.___t__ not about that,_ a boy named Turk said. He had a weak leg, a limp that made it impossible not to recognize him. __reaks with freaks, normals with normals. That__ the way it has to be.___ll she does is___ank__ slap stung. __hut up. Traitor. A normal who stands up for a freak gets treated like a freak. Is that what you want?___esides,_ the fat boy said with a giggle, __e__e taking it easy on her. We were going to fix her so she could never sing again. Or talk. If you know what I mean.__e pulled a knife from a sheath in the small of his back. __o you, Derek? Do you understand?__erek__ resistance died.__he Leader showed mercy,_ Turk said. __ut the Leader isn__ weak. So this freak either goes west, over the border right now. Or_ He let the threat hang there.Jill__ tears flowed freely. She could barely breathe because her nose was running. Derek could see that by the way she sucked tape into her mouth, trying for air. She would suffocate if they didn__ let her go soon.__et me at least get her doll.

I am not a fitness freak, but I do my regular exercises.

I always have eaten really healthy, but I'm not a diet freak.

The most interesting people are the unusual. No one writes about or discusses the average, the ordinary, or the common; they write about and discuss the weird, the mad and the different, so if you are one, even though the opinions of others are of no importance, you are, in their eyes, significant enough to notice and remember.

The problem is normal was'nt in my DNA. I was destined to be forever freakish.

This was his first trip on the Ossifar Distana, his first real splash in life. Look what it got him. Mister Smiff liked anonymity. He kept a low profile, often traveling under assumed names, claiming to be anything from a banker to a (very) successful life insurance salesman. He__ never broken the law, at least not irreparably. He was quite generous, well liked, sponsoring many charities anonymously _ which is why it was so surprising to find him floating face down in the private spa in his apartment, murdered. He had been murdered, unless it was a freak shaving accident. Those old razors weren__ called cut-throats for nothing. Yikes.

Sorry, folks, but the maximum occupancy is seventy-five,_ Albert said. Then he spotted Jack. __ack, how__ it going?___hat? Oh, fine._ Jack was confused as to how to proceed. He didn__ want to wait in line if Brianna wasn__ even inside.__ou look like a man with a question,_ Albert prompted.__ell, I__ kind of looking for Brianna. We had this_it__ a_tech thing. You wouldn__ understand.___reeze is already inside.__ne of the kids in the line said, __f course she is, she__ a freak. They always get in.__ second kid nodded. __eah, the freaks don__ wait in lines. Bet she didn__ have to pay, either.__lbert said, __ey, she got here a little before you guys did and she waited. And she paid._ Then to Jack. __o ahead in.___ee?_ the first kid crowed. __e__ one, too.___ude, he set up my sound system,_ Albert said. __hat have you done for me other than stand here and bust on me?

Go, Breeze,_ someone yelled.But another voice yelled, __uit showing off, stupid mutant.__rianna stopped dead. Her dress settled back into place. __ho said that?__il. The same jerk who had picked on Jack over the phones.__e,_ Zil said, stepping forward. __nd don__ bother trying to look tough. I__ not scared of you, freak.___ou should be,_ Brianna hissed.Suddenly there was Dekka, up off her chair, hand extended between Brianna and Zil. __o,_ she said in her deep voice. __one of that.__uinn joined her. __ekka__ right, we can__ be having fights and stuff here. Sam will shut this place down.___aybe we should have two different clubs,_ a seventh grader named Antoine said. __ou know, one for freaks and one for normals.___an, what is the matter with you?_ Quinn demanded.__ don__ like her acting like she__ so cool, is all,_ Zil said, stepping beside Antoine.__ou should be on our side, Quinn. Everyone knows you__e a normal,_ another kid, Lance, said. __ell_kind of normal. You__e still Quinn.

He__ a murdering chud,_ Zil was yelling.__hat do you want to do? Lynch him?_ Astrid demanded.That stopped the flow for a second as kids tried to figure out what __ynch_ meant. But Zil quickly recovered.__ saw him do it. He used his powers to kill Harry.___ was trying to stop you from smashing my head in!_ Hunter shouted.__ou__e a lying mutant freak!___hey think they can do anything they want,_ another voice shouted.Astrid said, as calmly as she could while still pitching her voice to be heard, __e are not going down that path, people, dividing up between freaks and normals.___hey already did it!_ Zil cried. __t__ the freaks acting all special and like their farts don__ stink.__hat earned a laugh.__nd now they__e starting to kill us,_ Zil cried.Angry cheers.Edilio squared his shoulders and stepped into the crowd. He went first to Hank, the kid with the shotgun. He tapped him on the shoulder and said, __ive me that thing.___o way,_ Hank said. But he didn__ seem too certain.__ou want to have that thing fire by accident and blow someone__ face off?_ Edilio held his hand out. __ive it to me, man.__il rounded on Edilio. __ou going to make Hunter give up his weapon? Huh? He__ got powers, man, and that__ okay, but the normals can__ have any weapon? How are we supposed to defend ourselves from the freaks?___an, give it a rest, huh?_ Edilio said. He was doing his best to sound more weary than angry or scared. Things were already bad enough. __il, you want to be responsible if that gauge goes off and kills Astrid? You want to maybe give that some thought?__il blinked. But he said, __ude, I__ not scared of Sam.___am won__ be your problem, I will be,_ Edilio snapped, losing patience. __nything happens to her, I__l take you down before Sam ever gets the chance.__il snorted derisively. __h, good little boy, Edilio, kissing up to the chuds. I got news for you, dilly dilly, you__e a lowly normal, just like me and the rest of us."____ going to let that go,_ Edilio said evenly, striving to regain his cool, trying to sound calm and in control, even though he could hardly take his eyes off the twin barrels of the shotgun. __ut now I__ taking that shotgun.___o way!_ Hank cried, and the next thing was an explosion so loud, Edilio thought a bomb had gone off. The muzzle flash blinded him, like camera flash going off in his face.Someone yelled in pain.Edilio staggered back, squeezed his eyes shut, trying to adjust. When he opened them again the shotgun was on the ground and the boy who__ accidentally fired it was holding his bruised hand, obviously shocked.Zil bent to grab the gun. Edilio took two steps forward and kicked Zil in the face. As Zil fell back Edilio made a grab for the shotgun. He never saw the blow that turned his knees to water and filled his head with stars.He fell like a sack of bricks, but even as he fell he lurched forward to cover the shotgun.Astrid screamed and launched herself down the stairs to protect Edilio.Antoine, the one who had hit Edilio, was raising his bat to hit Edilio again, but on the back swing he caught Astrid in the face.Antoine cursed, suddenly fearful. Zil yelled, __o, no, no!__here was a sudden rush of running feet. Down the walkway, into the street, echoing down the block.

Facebook is that successful guy you__e supposed to want to date, but you can__ keep your mind off the beautiful freak in the corner. Twitter is my freak.

This was his first trip on the Ossifar Distana, his first real splash in life. Look what it got him. Mister Smiff liked anonymity. He kept a low profile, often traveling under assumed names, claiming to be anything from a banker to a (very) successful life insurance salesman. Heâ__d never broken the law, at least not irreparably. He was quite generous, well liked, sponsoring many charities anonymously â_ which is why it was so surprising to find him floating face down in the private spa in his apartment, murdered. He had been murdered, unless it was a freak shaving accident. Those old razors werenâ__t called cut-throats for nothing. Yikes.

Will your dad freak if I kiss you good-bye?_ he asked.

Thats what happens to Snow in Texas, lady. It freaking MELTS!!" Leo Valdez- The Lost Hero