To Be Or Not To Be Politically CorrectAny one know the politically correct way to tell a owner of a restaurant that the restroom is out of toilet paper ? Here is my way," Sire, The throne room is out of royal stationary."To Be Or Not To Be Politically Correct3 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
I thought this one up while I was having dinner at The Chadds Ford Tavern In Chadds Ford Pa,
Written by Stephen J. Vattimo
A PokeFan Diary: Nuzlocke ChallengeA PokeFan Diary: Nuzlocke Challenge4 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Starter: Seedot lvl 5. Named Nuzlocke
Route 29: Lvl 3 Bronzor. Caught. Named Norman.
Route 46: Lvl 2 Dewgong, failed to catch
Route 30: Lvl 4 Meditite, Caught, Named him Edgarino
Route 31: Lvl 4 Typhlosion, Caught, Named him Tyrone
Route 32: Lvl 4 Shuckle, killed him with a critical
Sprout Tower: Lvl 5 Hitmonchan, caught that nigga and named him JackieChan.
Started out my journey and went to pick a starter. My illustrious options were: Poliwag, Hoppip and Seedot. Went with Seedot to honor Nuzlocke the creator. Too bad Seedot only has fucking Bide and Harden. Gotta wait until Lvl 13 to learn Nature Power, until then I bide my time patiently.
Hit level 9 by the time I was on my way back with Mystery Egg and encountered the rival who I named Eggdick. He had a Sharpedo who couldn't handle my Bides and I knocked him out surviving with 7hp. No sweat. Went to the lab and then was taught how to catch pokes. First encounter on Route 29 was with a level 3 Bronzor. Got him to half and caught him,
I lost my girlfriend, don't make me lose my bestieJackson sighed, the small kid heard the whispers in his class, saying how he was nothing like his twin sister who was friendly, and outgoing and smiled all the time. Jackson was to focused on his books and never smiled, he was focused even now at his young age on his grades, he had the SECOND best grades in class, behind Dillon Carter, who was smiley and smart. Again, someone that was nothing like Jackson.I lost my girlfriend, don't make me lose my bestie7 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Class we have a new student, she transferred from the other class room Meet Juliet Steinberg” The teacher smiled
Jackson looked up, she had long brown hair, and yellow eyes, she smiled brightly, and most other kids stared at her arm, and Jackson hadn't noticed it was a fake arm. But she didn't seem to distraught over it, she smiled, the teacher pointed over next to Jackson, saying there was a spot next to him. Jackson just frowned and looked at his book, not much caring about the girl.
“Hi I'm Jul-”
“Yes Juliet I heard” Jackson said not looking up
FFM15 - 31: Orange is the New BlackMimi Resourceful stood aboard the Nimbus and called halt. The turbines went into reverse as the sky in front of it tore open. The abyss spat out black lines, unfurling into text.FFM15 - 31: Orange is the New Black1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“A tear in the fabric of fictionality.” Mimi stared into the void. The words ‘Amorphous’, ‘Pulchritudinous’, and ‘Anagnorisis’ galloped past.
She gripped the ship’s wheel. “Onwards!”
* * *
Julius leaned on his balcony rail, looking up at twinkling stars. A feeling of ennui had come over him the last few years. The empire building game was getting old.
As he watched, the moon disappeared into a black hole. Julius backed away, wondering if this was to be his time for judgement and realising he was not ready to be asking forgiveness.
Something appeared to be coming from the hole. It looked like words. Julius watched, flabbergasted, as ‘Barbarian’ raced past, chased by ‘Catalyst’.
Julius didn’t have t
100 Themes Challenge~11. Inspiration"C'mon... where is it?" asked a voice under my bed. It sounded familiar... I got off of the bed, and looked under it to find a small white bunny hopping around and sniffing, as if searching for something.100 Themes Challenge~11. Inspiration5 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Uuhh... Bunny?" I asked, gaining the small fluffball's attention. He bounced toward me happily, and giggled.
"Hi Nuttela-chan!" Baybeh Plot Bunny squealed as he nuzzled into my cheek. I chuckled, stroked his soft, white fur, and picked him up into my palms.
"Ya mind explaining what you're looking for?" I asked.
"OH! Well, I was looking for inspiration!" he said, as if it were just looking for a missing earring.
"Looking for what now?"
"In-spi-ra-tion," he pronounced, making each syllable clear, as if I were hard of hearing. "You said you needed inspiration to write the next theme, so I decided to find it for you to make you happy, and I really like it when you're happy, Nuttela-chan!"
"O-oh!" I exclaimed. I then giggled softly. He's so adorable, thinking inspiration is a tangible thi
Non-Alcoholic BeverageNon-Alcoholic Beverage5 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
I had been dragged through the door and immediately realized what it was...the memory of it I was still burying slightly below the surface hoping that it wouldn't ever come back up. “Surprise!!!!”, everyone had shouted as my mother let go of my hand once we had entered inside the shaggy reddish-brown complex that was located practically out in the middle of nowhere. “Shit”, I had said angrily to myself, “They know I hate these sorts of things and yet they get me everytime!”I had forgotten the common ritual that always took place around this time of year, to my dismay:the birthday surprise. This being the one day where all eyes would be upon me and even favors would be asked as if it was a bad parody of the godfather that hadn't quite made it to theaters yet.
Though this was actually perfect in any case; this could have been secretly what I wanted all along...to finally be the center of attention and have my 10 seconds of fame and glory in
Dealer's Origins Part OnePerhaps you know of me. Perhaps you do not. I am the one who dwells in shadows and alleys, computers and blanketed rooms. I am what some people fear. Yet, you are probably wondering, what is it that people fear about me? You shall find out.Dealer's Origins Part One8 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I am Victoria, the assistant to The Dealer that few dare to meet face to face.
Now, time for another question some of you may ask.
Who is The Dealer?
Well, have you ever seen people, normal looking civilians, dealing out jolly ranchers? Or perhaps snickers? Three musketeers? The last two are the least popular ones, whereas jolly ranchers are sold by the dozen. Or, to be more exact, thousands, as we have agents stationed all over the United States of America. And who do they all answer to? You should have the answer already. The Dealer is the one in charge of them all. But, you may wonder, how did a ordinary man change the course of a country? Simple.
By being unordinary.
The Dealer, as you may have heard on the news, has been taken into custod
Join me online!Livestreaming TBS stuff~Join me online!8 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Agent Mango and Agent Taco in...A FISHY SITUATION~Part 4! ENJOY~Agent Mango and Agent Taco in...A FISHY SITUATION14 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
The ship continued to sink, broken sails, burnt wood, and rubble everywhere. As I stared at our ship, a faint splash came from beside me. I turned to look out of the boat, another splash. It was a whale! I announced, "Look Captain, a whale!" she slightly jumped back amazed. "Don't fret Captain," I implied, "everything will be fine." She looked at the whale, it still splashed around without a care in the world. The Captain had her "thinking face" on. "Do you think he'll fit? In the boat, I mean?" I also thought for a moment, "Maybe. He is a baby whale after all." She nodded, and started to float towards the whale. She was right on top of it, trying to grab hold of it's tail. Captain Mango then successfully grabbed the whale's tail fin, and with all her might she threw the whale onto the boat. Mango tried to stuff the whale onto the boat, "He's not fitting!" She finally yelled. I thought of a gruesome idea that might have worked, "Chop him up!" "I can't do tha
Arguments"Trans people don't exist because God doesn't make mistakes!"Arguments15 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Actually the only mistake God made was you.
'First Bid- Seven Fifty'They sat in the breakroom, if you could even call it that. It was a large empty room with a refrigerator, microwave, and coffee pot. In the center of the room was a circular, fold-out table. Around the table there were three fold-out chairs. And in these chairs were three men, playing a casual game of poker. One of them, Corporal Scarecrow, was talking to the other two while he occasionally sipped from his glass of whiskey.'First Bid- Seven Fifty'55 minutes ago in Short Stories More Like This
" All I'm saying is that we never seem to leave the base," Scarecrow said, gesturing towards the sergeant, Bullet. " Why don't we just go out tonight when our shifts end and get drunk? Is that to much to ask? Drink and meet pretty woman."
Bullet glanced up over his shades at Scarecrow for a brief moment, before turning his eyes back down to his cards. He considered them in silence for a while, brows furrowing over the top of his sunglasses. Sitting his cards down on the table, he pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his chest pockets and lit one up, placing it immedia
Name Thy Self Foul SpiritHey any Religious people out there? I Hear that there is this new theological theory about salvation, it's call The Maxwell House Salvation theory.Name Thy Self Foul Spirit3 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
According to this theory, when we end our life on this earth, we end up standing before the throne of God on a trap door, which is activated by a leaver that Jesus controls.
God will then play the film of our lives on a Jumbo Tron Screen, and if we have trampled over people at church to get a cup of coffee, then Jesus puts the leaver and we end up in the lake of fire for eternity.
Written by Stephen J. Vattimo
Sun 19, July 2015
Why Pay $ 99 To Say Good By.Hey , anyone see the television commercial for the carpet cleaning company that runs the $99 special. Stanley Steamer will clean two rooms for the price of $99.Why Pay $ 99 To Say Good By.3 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
In the commercial,the the carpet cleaning man is made out to be a super hero ,by cleaning the rugs he has delivered this little boy from the villains that can cause the boy to have an Asama attack. So the commercial ends with the grateful little boy saying,“Go by Mr. Steamer.”
Well I don’t need to pay $99 to have the privilege to say, "Good by Mr.Steamer . "
I’ll just go into my bathroom and flush the toilet wave my hand,“Good by Mr. Steamer.”
Written by Stephen J.Vattimo