My WTF experienceLast week I saw this giant, thin, spider limbed creature at the edge of the woods. I glanced away for less than a second and it was gone. I know I wasn't seeing things, but at the same time, but at the same time I don't want it to be real.My WTF experience2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
The next day when I was taking a shower, something else creepy happened. When I got out, written on the fogged up mirror was 'help me'. It couldn't have been my brother pulling a prank because the door was locked. Because of this, I was really freaked out.
Because of Homestuck...Hello! I saw a post by http://saevuswinds.deviantart.com/ that made me want to do one of theseBecause of Homestuck...1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Because of Homestuck (created by Andrew Hussie), I now..
- run away from buckets or giggle hysterically when anyone holds one up
- use irony a whole lot more
- Have over thirty-three new inside jokes. And counting.
- say "all the (blank). All of it" waaaaaaaay too much.
- when I want to exaggerate something in a text or email, I use eight of the same letter. Like the example above >;;;;D
- type in L33TSP34K a lot >:] (thanks TZ)
- I almost never curse, but when I do it under my breath, I normally say "f***a$$". Thanks, Karkat!
- sing the Squiddles Song in the car. Or to my friends. Or in class. Or... nevermind....
DL World Part IIAnother day in the world of DLDL World Part II1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
or MVD or DMV if you live in other states, same, same.
Being an officer who once processed folks for their driver licenses was quite an experience.
Personally I think all able bodied citizens need to experience this for a few days.
Seeing it from the other side may make you ease up when you go for you next visit.
We had a cartoonist do a panel for us. He was one of our own.
There stands this old woman facing the officer behind his desk. Her look of a stern school teacher fixing to use a ruler on the unruly misbehaving student.
The conversation is of course one sided.
"Okay ma'am. How about we give you your driver license for free. Set up a glamor shot. Wash your car. Clean your windows. Apologize in public and in the paper. Wash your dog. Refund your fee with interest. Take the Sergeant out and have him shot."
"Will that make you happy?"
Such was the world I once and still do wander about in my own way.
Civilians now manage it and do the work
Tips for creating OCs with superpowers1. Always explain the origin of the power, no matter how fantastical or humoristic the story is. You can get inspiration from news or historical events, the more realistic, the better. People are not uncommon because.Tips for creating OCs with superpowers2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Technological devices (Ben 10′s clockwork, Iron Man’s suit...)Mutations (Spiderman after getting bitten by a genetically modified spider, Dr. Manhattan because of radiation...)Genetics (genetic mutations suffered by the X-Men, the extraordinary abilities common among the inhabitants of Krypton, the magical condition of wizards from Harry Potter...)Magical instruments (Akko-chan’s mirror, the magic wand of Cinderella’s godmother, the Shen Gong Wu artifacts...)Mythology and religion (the ability of Dr. Facilier to summon demons and produce visions, Bruce Nolan being God for some time)
2. A great part of the development of the character will be based on their
Creepypasta OC: Chopper (updated) read descriptionCHOPPER PROFILE (UPDATED)Creepypasta OC: Chopper (updated) read description1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Creepypasta name: Chopper
Human name: Sam King
Birthday: September 8, 2000
Kill style: decapitation
•curly auburn hair
•glowing purple eyes
•any color tank top (it varies)
•boots or converse
•a few scars
•always wears a sapphire ring
•family (the creepypastas)
•Slenderman being sexist to her
Relations with other creepypastas:
•Slenderman: she is his proxy
•Jeff: she's Jeff's girlfriend
•Sally: mother figure
•Caroline/Liu/Jordyn: her kids
Theme song: 'My Demons' by Starset
central square, 7:13 am, july 10 2015The immediate view out of the window is of a rumpled, lumpy, grimy brick sidewalk populated with cigarette butts and tiny hopping hopeful sparrows. Off to the left is the entrance to the subway dipping down into the earth, its metal railings soot-stained and the red-and-white sign reading “CENTRAL/OUTBOUND/TO ALEWIFE” rusted at the edges and corners. There’s the street: Mass Ave, more of a living pulsing artery than a motorway, thick and spacious to accommodate the impatience of darting little red Priuses and belching public buses and trundling green compost trucks. There are plenty of potholes for last night’s rain to have collected in, and the superfluous white and yellow painted indications of lanes and crosswalks have realized no one is paying them any attention at all and unanimously decided to quietly, courteously crumble and fade. The other side of the street is more brick, with a few smallish, scrappy trees in their planters and periodic benches and cylicentral square, 7:13 am, july 10 20153 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Zip Line MishapThis Happened a few days ago but been so busy to write it up on here.Zip Line Mishap1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I work at a summer day camp for kids for most of the week. This particular day we went ziplining. When of my younger campers was nervous to go and so a older camper, I believe who is around 12 went head of him. She was a bit mean spirited and teased him for being so afraid of something that was made for kids. According to her, she had done much for grown up zip courses. I told her not to be mean and be careful how you speak to others because you might get what you deserve. She laughed and went to the line. As she was speeding along, her skirt started to slip down and she notice, face going red in panic as it slowly slipped down her waist to her thighs to fully falling to her ankles and dropping of completely to the ground! So she was hanging on, flying to the end of the line in her purplee briefs with pink flowers and tinkerbell prints for all the campers there to see. Everyone was in tears form laughter. Once she ma
Through my eyes. 9th grade is a time when your world get a little bigger. The past is the past, now I'm going to be more responsible for my life.Through my eyes. 1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Dimmest light in the dark roomA ray of light fills the beige room that was filled with boxes. Sapphire eyes opened and removed the sheets and went to their own private bathroom. A female german with short wavy hair that was painted various shades of blue belonged to those eyes. She was about to prepare when someone yelledDimmest light in the dark room1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
"YOKURO GET UP OR YOU'LL BE LATE FOR YOUR FIRST DAY!"
"I'm was already up like 5 minutes ago Anya!"
The Cat in the Summer Rain I met a cat I hadn't seen before the other day. She was lying on the sidewalk enjoying the summer sun, napping as most cats do. Being the feline-loving strange that I am, I bent down to say hello, telling her how beautiful her bright orange coat shone. Her paws had white mittens and as she lazily opened her eyes to me, I could see she was blind in one of them as a shimmering golden sheen filmed over her previously sky blues. She acknowledged me without getting up and realizing I was interrupting, no matter how good my intentions, I said a heavyhearted goodbye and went on my way.The Cat in the Summer Rain3 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
This afternoon, as I was coming home, taking the same route I always do, she decided to grace me with her presence once again. But this time, she would be the one to happily greet me. Her long, thin whiskers bounced in the light rain as she hurried towards me. Her expression was light and beautiful. I stopped to meet her, smiling largely like a fool. She brushed her cheek against my leg and looked
The Serious Dick TalkThe Serious Dick Talk2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
"Booty, booty!" Mk said.
Freddy and Zim glared at one another, "Why do these girls keep talking about inappropriate stuff?"
Zim is sitting on Mk's bed.
"We're talking about these!" Mk reaches her hand over and grabs Zimmy's butt and his butt squeaks.
Freddy and Nessa laugh silently.
Zim balls his fist into tiny fists.
Zim raises his demanding voice, "This is the reason these girls are so dirty because of your meaty dick!"
Freddy said, "Well at least I have one!"
The Bus StopThe Bus StopThe Bus Stop2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
It isn’t fair! A bus stop is the not the place for gorgeous men. A handsome expensively dressed man does not travel by bus, it’s practically a rule, in my mind men like that travel by Mercedes, private jet or at least a train. Normally with either a glamorous wife or sexy secretary following behind them. Yet here he is looking like a hero from a romance novel and worse; here I am after two hours of shopping, red-faced and panting from running to catch the bus. To make it worse instead of some fancy accessories like a Prada bag I’m clutching four large shopping bags which are near to cutting the blood supply to my fingers. If things weren’t bad enough he’s giving me a pitying look and offering to help me carry my bags onto the bus. I try as best as I can to hide the Anne Summers bag from his eyes because no one’s going to believe I’ve only brought a lovely set of underwear. In saying that do men even recognise the name of an underwe
Eight Memories of my DadEight Memories of my Dad2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Eight Memories of my Dad
By Hiatt Werling
1. In February of 2008, two and a half years before my dad died of cancer, we watched Super Bowl XLII together. Football was always important to my dad and I. My mom enjoyed it too, but to a lesser extent. She changed favorite teams every five or ten years to suit her changing taste in franchises, but my dad and I were anchored to our favorite teams. Him to the Cowboys, and me to the Steelers. We lived and died for our teams. I imagine it was always a small disappointment to my dad that I became a Steelers fan. Me shunning his favorite team must have been like a devout Christian father raising an atheist son. And because there was that divide between us, football was never quite as strong a bonding tool for us as it could have been. We both followed the sport with a fanatical fervor, but we always had different interests when it came to each game.
But not on the day of Super Bowl XLII. This Super Bowl was between the Patriots and the Gia
The Magic Bra : Chapter 1 - A TG StoryThe Magic Bra : Chapter 1 - A TG Story1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Jeremy was a young, 20 year old student who lived on his own for a few years now. His parents, who immigrated from France to the US before he was born, died in a car accident along with his sister when he was 16. He was devastated, by the fact that his only family (that he knows of) died, as well as the fact that he had to live alone. He had to drop out of high school so he could get a job and sustain himself, but lately he's stabilized and started considering going to college (after taking some catchup courses, of course), but he still felt very depressed and didn't want to go to college if he couldn't completely focus. Tuition money is very pricey these days, and he didn't want to bother with interviews and payments if he wasn't sure he could succeed. It'd be a waste of time and money in his eyes.
Though it wasn't all bad for Jeremy. He recently won a ticket for an all expense paid 2 month trip to Paris, France from a local raffle. The idea of being in his "homeland" somewhat excited
Family Ties Drying Eyes: Jake's Answers - Ch 2Family Ties Drying EyesFamily Ties Drying Eyes: Jake's Answers - Ch 24 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Jake was eating some stew that his grandma had in a slow cooker. Elaine had come back from quilting. Luke had come back to the dining room after washing the dirt from his hands. “So,” Elaine said after swallowing a mouthful of stew, “I’m guessing Grandpa told you about the police catching that jerk of a father.”
Jake was surprised to hear such words come out of Elaine’s mouth. However, he quickly regained his composure since his grandma never spoke nicely about his father. “Yeah, he told me.”
Luke poured a spoonful of stew in his bowl, “I didn’t want to pressure him or anything, Elaine. I just wanted to let him know that the police finally know who he is and now has the opportunity to meet him.”
“Well, I wouldn’t want to meet that disgusting excuse of space. He took Amelia out of her prime, making her lose her job like that.” Amelia was Jake’s
Third Times (NOT) a CharmAccording to superstition I should have won the lottery, become best friends with Taylor Swift and concurred world domination by now. I hate to break it to you (and myself), but none of those wonderful things have happened to me, and probably never will. I suppose there is fun to superstition, especially when you've done something stupid and are promised a reward out of it. However, the famous saying of being granted good luck when you've managed to be defecated on by a bird, is something I've had to hear on a number of occasions (three to be painfully accurate). For all of you superstitious folk, I hope I'm able to teach you a lesson or two.Third Times (NOT) a Charm19 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
The first occurrence of said bird defecation was a while back, I want to say I was around 11, maybe 12? Who knows. I was hanging with one of my old friends; we were simply enjoying each others company, minding our own business. Then all of a sudden, I felt something wet form on my shoulder. I turn to see some oddly coloured substance had formed on
Historiadora complice El hombre trajeado mira con sumo interés a la adolescente que está a unos dos metros de él, la observa críticamente y parece no importarle el anillo de bodas que lleva en la mano izquierda. Me extrañaría que lo hiciera, de todos modos. No sé, le invento historias a ambos, ella va con un vestido cortísimo que deja lucir sus piernas, acompaña a sus amigos que son novios y se siente sola. El señor de traje vive un matrimonio infeliz y aquí yo, pudiendo verlos a los dos, les invento una historia. Nadie sospecharía de una tipa que escribe como posesa mientras faltan dos estaciones para Tobalaba.Historiadora complice17 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Assassination Classroom Ryu Chapter 13The day after we got up and made our way into the city, we continue to look around until we encounter something, well, more like someone, we ducked around the corner as dad and Ichigo looked around the corner to see that little girl Yachiru running about with the big guy Kenpachi just behind her with his signature smile, man that guy is creepy, even for me, I don’t want to face him, I really don’t, after they leave we head off again, Kel was in mums pouch still but this time she was awake, she kept an eye out for anything strange.Assassination Classroom Ryu Chapter 131 month ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
We reach a junction once again, we end up going to the right, Kel said there was something down that way, she couldn’t describe it, we came to an open area were this guy with red hair and some tribal tattoo on his forehead stood there in front of us, as soon as he saw Ichigo he was confused” hey Ichigo, why are you with those Ryoka? You better have not have been turned”’ Ichigo steps forwards and rushes are this guy and sto
Unspoken WordsWhile I sit in my chair, across from the man at which I unendingly stare, the malice in my glare, burning holes in his soul, he shifts in his chair uncomfortably, I sigh impatiently, nails clawing at the peeling fabric, he was obviously nervous, scared of the one who was ‘wrong’. I act different so I am wrong, sent to a brainwasher to make me ‘right’. I am just a puzzle for him to solve.Unspoken Words1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
What if I don’t want to be right?
What if I don’t want to be solved?
What if I want to stay different, stay ‘wrong’?
His nervous babblings finally end and he escorts me out of the room, as we walk he edges away from me as if I were a wild animal, my ‘mother’ leads me out of the waiting room and into the car. After the soft click of the belt buckles was heard I shoved my ear buds in my ears to drown out whatever mother was saying. I glanced out the window, envying the birds that swooped down, why I wish I could be free like them, with no one to
New Sailor moon StoryThis is the new story I don't know when I can try to do but story of the 'bloodlust and light and Dark' is really hard to focus so I have to try a new fanfiction of my fav anime of Vampire Knight and sailor moon, when I not doing of my wattpad story and the fanfiction as will.New Sailor moon Story3 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
But there is few story I can do:
Ashes on love (Uasgi and Mamoru)
Underworld vampire (Oc and Mamoru)
Fairytale nightmare (Sailor moon and Tuxedo mask) from sailor moon crystal..
So you can pick that you want me to do...
I thought oh die I throw the paper at mamoru and noticed the paper I just threw, he said "hey Ally, you just hit me!" he noticed the friend of mine "is your frined just talk to you, is it?" he said and I was really superise he really mad at me and Rose and I ran but my heart was still beat really fast when I saw him.
So that is that...
Chapter 3: The Ski Trip It was now freezing. I mean the weather was so very cold that I was considering moving to Antarctica simply because it’s warmer. Like I mentioned I absolutely despise the cold, but due to my incredible luck this year’s class field trip was to a ski lodge, for not one, not two, but three full days. Somebody please kill me.Chapter 3: The Ski Trip3 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Despites my pleas my mother still made me go on the trip because she thought I needed to “leave the house”, and “interact with real people”. To be honest though the ski lodge wasn’t that bad. Of course I didn’t ski, but the lodge had this couch that was crazy comfy. I got to relax on the couch with a warm blanket, drinking hot chocolate, and playing otome games. It was perfect. Well, almost.
“Why are you sitting next to me?” I asked Erik.
“Not a fan of skiing.” He responded immediately as if expecting the question.
“I can understand that, but why are you sittin
Lighthouse ~*140 words*~I once shone so brightly, standing on the coast. I once stood against the storm to guide good sailors home. I once stood in sun and rain, through storms and worse. I once stood proudly against the blue sky, against the stars and the moon; yes once I stood, but now I crumble as time marches on. I stand in ruin my bravery long forgotten. The storm still roll but they take their toll now, just as the sailors sail but no longer need my light. I once shone so brightly, but now I lie in ruins forgotten against the blue sky and the night sky, sinking evermore as the storms roll in and winter winds howls. Soon nothing will remain, but for those who sailed while my light shone bright, their lives I saved once upon a stormy night.Lighthouse ~*140 words*~2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Senior Year: Proudest Moments"I'm sorry," he told me inside my youth group leader's home, "I just don't think I can do this anymore." I raised a hand to slap him, but cut myself off, tears streaming down my face. I think I could hear them hit the floor. "Seriously, you were going to slap me?" I will admit, I did only want to do it because I've seen it done on TV. The first thing on my mind was to call my mom, "Please come pick me up," I sobbed, "Todd just broke up with me." She picked me up and gave me a heartwarming lecture on how "If it's meant to be then it's meant to be." To be honest, not all that heart warming mom, but thanks.Senior Year: Proudest Moments1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I hardly slept that night. I want to say I finally forced myself to pass out around 4:30am only to wake up 2 hours later to get ready for school. The second I walked into that building I started crying. I walked up to my friends table and just sat there quietly letting tears fall down my face. "why is this so hard?" I would keep thinking to myself. This tall lanky kid, Luc, wa
Meeting New People"This is my daughter, Abygail." Mother says, like she's proud.Meeting New People1 day ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Your son Gail.
"Such a beautiful young lady." the strange man replies.
No. It's young man.
"Yes, she's a good kid."
He's a good kid.
"You must be very pround of her."
You must be proud of HIM.
And no, she's not proud of me.
"Yes, she's the daughter I always wanted."
Oh, I got it, so that's why you told me to kill myself.
"I'm sure you are; great dancer, singer, makeup artist, horse racer, it's amazing."
Who's kid are you talking about?
"Yes, she's talaneted."
Are you two even talking about me?
"Ms. Abygail, why are you being so shy?"
Me? Shy? Nope.
"No, Sir. I am not shy. And I have not raced horse since I was eight, the only singing I do is in the car or in my room, i am not a makeup artist, and I am not a great dancer. I do not like lies. As well as please stop, very rudely, calling me a female. It is Mr. Gail to you. Thank you very much you, annoyi