Jojo's Problem Pt. 2 It was Monday in August, and all through the house,Jojo's Problem Pt. 27 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Jojo was scurrying, faster than a mouse,
He wanted to get ready, for his brand new friend
And he wondered about a new fashion trend.
Jojo, you need to wear brighter colors! Holly was saying while Jojo scrambled to the front door. They both had backpacks on their backs. Jojo had a black mesh one, and Holly had a pink mesh one. Of course.
I think she already noticed the pinkness in my cheeks when she saw me looking at her. Jojo said, opening the door.
Listen, I know all about girls. I told you that yesterday. Holly followed Jojo outside where they would walk to school together. Jojo always walked alone, but this time is different. Way different.
But Holly was right. It was only yesterday when the girl first looked at Jojo.
Well just tell me what to say and do, Jojo
Jojo's Problem Everything was well in Whoville, not a thing out of place.Jojo's Problem8 years ago in Children and Teen More Like This
But somewhere in Whoville, there was a sad face.
Who could be so sad, so blue?
Why, it was Jojo, the very sensitive Who.
Jojo sat on his bed in his room. He was on the brink of crying, until one of his 96 sisters came into the room.
Jojo! Dad wants you! It was Holly; she had pink hair, pink clothes with a white fur collar and white fur at the end of her sleeves, and pink everything. She was the total opposite of Jojo right now.
What? Jojo looked at her and got up from the bed. She was a little taller than him. Then again, everyone is taller than Jojo.
Dad wants to see you, and have you been crying? Holly saw Jojos sad face.
Not yet. Jojo whispered to himself as he glumly walked out of his room. Holly skipped behind him.
Do you think Jojos in trouble?
Jeff Dunham QuoteSweet Daddy Dee: Is there one other brother in the house tonight?Jeff Dunham Quote7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
[sees a black man]
Sweet Daddy Dee: Oh! Yo, dawg; RUN!
Walter: How long've you been married?
Jeff Dunham: Fifteen years.
Walter: You'll see.
Jeff Dunham: See what?
Walter: Remember when you said, "'Til death do us part"?
Jeff Dunham: Yeah.
Walter: Later you'll realize you were actually setting a goal.
Jeff Dunham: What are you doing?
Peanut: [exaggerated Japanese accent] Oh, speaking Japanese!
Jeff Dunham: You don't know Japanese.
Peanut: Yeah, I do; Toyota.
Peanut: Oh, Godzilla!
Jeff Dunham: That's not right.
Peanut: Oh, you're right; it'd be...
[opens mouth and nothing comes out until after it closes]
Death.The flesh from her bonesDeath.7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Worms and mold
Her eyeballs averted,
and fell out of her head.
her bones turned to dust
and they left her for dead.
The gravestone all crumbled
and Ivy Coated.
Death came to soon,
and nobody saw it.
A loud honk and screech
she skidded so well-
Across the pavement,
but now she's in hell.
Despite The FlamesDespite The Flames6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
We received the call as we were watching National Treasure, late the evening of December 13th. My older brother answered the phone, and before he even spoke, I felt a pressing ache in my heart. A look of shock shadowed Cameron's face as he listened to the man on the other end of the call.
I told my youngest brother to pause the movie, and get his shoes on, though I wasn't sure yet what the emergency was. Scrambling to obey, also feeling the sudden tenseness of the moment, ten-year-old Landon grabbed his winter boots and coat, while I hurried to my bedroom for mine. Landon was visiting, staying over for the night because otherwise he would have been home alone. It turned out to be a blessing in disguise, or chances were he would not have survived.
Cameron, myself, and our two other adult sisters, were splitting rent on a single-wide trailer house about twenty minutes from where our family lived. We'd only been sharing this trailer since the beginning of November, and h
Pains of JacobI thought we could be togetherPains of Jacob8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I thought I could make things clearer,
that it was you I sought.
I love you Bella.
But you wouldn't listen,
couldn't you feel your love for this fella?
Beyond my limits I hastened.
Thought that you'd change,
but your mind was forever his
and your heart strange.
I will always remember this.
The feeling of loneliness,
when your heart stops beating
and when I plummet to my abyss,
as I think of your feeding.
I love you too.
I thought there was a chance.
But soon I saw through.
You didn't love me, in that way, you never spared a second glance.
Though I felt it when you kissed me back.
Your mind was his, you were gone.
I wasn't your Jacob Black.
I will never see you during dawn.
While heard he took your hand.
The agony spiraling through me.
I was the one damned.
How could you let me be?
Come back. Stay.
that was all I needed.
The words that made me feel this way,
a numbing to my heart as it bleeded.
But time has come when you
Independance Day "Freddie, are we there yet?" Roger asked impatient looking out of the window.Independance Day8 years ago in General More Like This
Freddie, Roger, John, and Brian were all on an airplane headed to Boston, Massachusetts for a concert they promised America on July 5th. It was the 3rd now and they wanted to celebrate the 4th so they left two days early.
"Um...not quite, darling. An hour or so more." The blacked haired man replied.
Come on! I dont think I can wait any longer!
Well how about if you try going to sleep or reading a book or something?
Roger kept quite after that and tried to go to sleep but with all the noise it seemed impossible but after a couple minutes with his eyes closed he got a little bit sleepy until
one of the flight attendants accidentally tripped over someones foo
MemoriesMemories of you leave a smile on my face.Memories7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Those days we played flicker and fade
From the first day
You approached, Asking
And I acted like you cramped my style.
Now that you're gone I see
How lucky I was
So long ago, how lonely I've been without you.
I remember when I saw your teeth
They disappeared when I saw your smile
It shone through, lit up the best in you
To me, you were the best I had.
How ungrateful I was
Looking back on what you did
Enjoying my company, Following
I file your name under 'friends gone'
Now I long for you to be here with me.
I saw less and less of us before you left
I'm returning to in my memory
Filming and Singing together
Missing you, all the while.
Jojo's Problem Pt. 7 It was now three days before the big concert, and Jojo was in school surprising, huh? He was getting books out if his locker and looked at the clock on the wall. 12:40, hes late for lunch with Candace. Candace is a year older than Jojo, and shes taller, too. (No surprise.) She has long brown hair with light blue and is a total hippie. She is obsessed with the earth, (or in this case, a speck,) and also loves to donate. Shes a care-giver. Today, she was wearing a white t-shirt that says HEAL THE WORLD on it. She also has a flower in her hair today, like everyday. She is one grade higher than Jojo. Now, of course, their world is our speck, so we should respect that. Oh, and she has braces and is a vegetarian.Jojo's Problem Pt. 77 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Jojo ran all the way down the hall and burst into the cafeteria. Now, he is way more confident in himself and is determined to talk to that girl, whatever her name is.
Jojo, over here! Candace called
The beauty of PoetryThe great thing about poetryThe beauty of Poetry7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is that it doesn't need to rhyme.
Well, Unless you want it to.
It doesn't need to make sense at all.
All that matters
Is what it means to you.
It doesn't need to have some great
Mystical, Underlying meaning.
Wouldn't it be fun
To confound people with your poetry
Way off in the future
Where people think you wrote about
The war between Heaven and Hell
All you wrote about was sprinkles on a cupcake.
The dirtiness of your shoelaces.
Another great thing about poetry
Is the fact that
You can interperate as whatever you want.
A simple poem
About a red balloon
Could mean the sociopolitical destination of the world, to you.
To another it might mean
The spread of communism through out the eastern part of the world.
And to another
It means the innocence of a lost childhood.
Poetry is the true form of individualism.
Poetry can take so many forms.
Poetry can become lyrics to a song.
Poetry can become a friend you pour your deepest secrets into.
You are mine, I am yoursYou are mine, I am yours7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Give me thy name
and taketh my hand,
we are now one
as no other can.
DeviantART Freestyle. A SatireComin' to this site you know I like what I seeDeviantART Freestyle. A Satire8 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Why be yourself when you're way better than me
Photo of myself with friends just adds to the debris
Put on my Emo face for my Deviant ID
Upload a picture of my cat maybe one of my horse
This probably isn't art but I've got no remorse
I don't do art for myself I'm here to gain fans
Jot down some fanart on looseleaf and go for the scan
Write a poem and hint that I've had a rough past
Throw in some wit and humor just for the contrast
Reference politics maybe they'll assume I think deep
But my allusion's too obscure they just think I'm asleep
Preconceived notions of emotion but i don't understand
My heart's in the right place but my style's too bland
I can't excel on command
Making art just to submit to this site
Twenty minutes on a piece I can do this all night
In the court of public opinion I'd have to make a plea
And the judge would agree
That my style isn't copied it's only parallel to a degree
Submit all my anime no matter how cliché
Remembering HazelI remember Hazel really well. Sometimes my memories are so clear that I can almost feel her sitting next to me, or walking by my side. Seven years have passed, and I miss her like she went away yesterday.Remembering Hazel8 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I met Hazel for the first time when I was twenty; I was an ambitious guy studying psychology who thought that he had already reached happiness, buying a nice car and hanging out with friends. Hazel opened my eyes and, thanks to her, I discovered how beautiful it is helping others and giving them second chances. Hazel helped me grow with her generous words, her patient work and her strawberry candies given to everyone.
She was the most helpful person I've ever known, because she liked to help everyone who needed comfort and never asked for something back; Hazel was happy to receive your smile, and felt satisfied hearing "Thank You", and for her that was enough.
Mostly for its nice sound, her unique name, Hazel Daziel, earned her many nicknames; for someone she was Hazie-Dazie, for some
Valentines SkateValentines Skate9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Valentines day. No one had expected it to snow. The village looked like Christmas. The parks canal was frozen to ice and everyone was skating or having snowball fights or just enjoying the beautiful view.
Haruno Sakura put on her skates and carefully stepped on the ice. She had never stood on ice before. Lee, as great he was in everything, came skating towards her with an amazing speed. "You can do it, Sakura-san! Do you want me to help you?" He smiled but Sakura shook her head. "Thanks Lee, but I'll try first. If I've fallen for a hundred times you can help me." "Sakura never accepts help! She's so strong! It must be her youthful strength!" Lee skated away and Sakura grinned a little. Silly Lee.
Slowly, she moved forward. It sucked. She was so bad at it. Another little step. Sakura almost fell now. She moved her arms to regain her balance when she saw Ino fall down on her face, hard. Sakura burst out of laughter.
"What's so funny?" A cold voice said. Sakura turned around, well, she tr
A Halloween In Konoha"Trick or treat!!!!" Naruto shouted as Iruka opened his front door, behind Naruto were Sakura, Sai, Hinata, Neji, Lee and Ino. All of them were dressed up to 'treat or trick' for their final Halloween.A Halloween In Konoha9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Naruto!! Don't hog all the sweets!! Let us get some too!!" Sakura pushed the said person aside and went up to her teacher. "Trick or treat, sensei! Please give us more candy this year!"
"Yea!! This is our final Halloween!!" Naruto shouted from the back of the crowd.
"I wish I was celebrating Halloween too, I miss those days." Iruka looked into the crowd, "Let's see, there's Sakura here dressed up as an angel, you look magnificent!" Sakura beamed. "There's Naruto, dressed up as the Hokage... Where did you get the clothes from?"
Naruto just laughed nervously, "Never mind that, Iruka-sensei!"
Iruka looked at Naruto with disbelief before continuing to identify the rest of the crowd. "Dressed up as a witch...Hmm...Hinata? You look wicked in that dress up." Hinata blushed and whispered
Understanding myself - V.1I though I knew what love was. I was so sure about it. But then I met you.Understanding myself - V.17 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
I still remember when we first met. Back then, I would never thought I would fall in love with you. You were just so simple. I didn't know how else to describe you. You were so quiet and reserved. I even thought you were kind of weird.
But later, we talked. When I heard your voice, it wasn't loud, but neither insecure. You knew what you were thinking about and had the right way to put it in words. You were rather talkative - the complete opposite of what I though you were. When it was about the things you were familiar with, people almost couldn't stop you talking.
But we still were just two strangers. No matter that, you have run to me when I was in need. You helped me in everything I was confused about. And you did all that with a gentle smile on your face. You were never complaining if it was hard for you.
We soon became friends and later the best friends. I have never found another person who could understan
The Time of the HearthThe Time of the Hearth7 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
The Time of the Hearth
Autumn had receded two moons ago, the chill winds of winter blew down from the north, as a cloaked old man, pack on back, staff in hand, walked into the village. Snow had been falling for a few days now and he was pleased his journey had come to an end. Home at last. Every year he journeyed the land weaving as he went, weaving for bed, board & ale. He had woven his way around the land, in & out of times, of what had gone before & what was to come. Now it was home time, hearth time, and the Winter Solstice, time of longest dark & rebirth of the light. Charged with mulled Hart's Breath, he would weave the night away, and, with the rising sun, he would greet Yule, the Day of the Young Light and its twelve days. And on twelfth night he would start his journeying again, fo
The whovian alphabetA is for Angel you freeze with your eyeThe whovian alphabet3 years ago in Humor More Like This
B is for Box that the Doctor can fly
C is for Custard, a fish-finger treat
D is for Danger; you never retreat
E is for Explosion; a good time to run
F is for Friendship- always good fun
G is for golf and for grassy golf balls
H is for Help when he answers our calls
I is for Ice cream, and that's always sad
J is for Jammy Dodger, which make daleks mad
K is for Kestrel, which things often aren't
L is for Leadworth; the upper part
M is for Manual he threw in a star
N is for New Earth; a bad place for a car
O is for Ood, living only to serve
P is for Pompeii that he couldn't preserve
Q is for Question that must not be asked
R is for Rassilon, who ruled in the past
S is for Sonic, which doesn't do wood
T is for Time Lord, who weren't always good
U is for U.N.I.T., protecting the earth
V is for Venus; best give it a wide berth
W is for Wibbly, the lever to use
X is for EXtra shielding; what a cruise ship could use
Y is for Yeti, fascinating to see