Wybie and CatWybie Lovat was running around the house after his grandma, desperately pleading as he did so. Wybie was seven years old and just begging for a pet, but his grandma refused him every time.Wybie and Cat6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Wyborne, how many times have I told you, were not getting a pet! she told him sternly.
But gramma! the seven-year-old protested. Everyone in the first grade has a pet! Im not asking for a dog or anything, I just want something! Im the only one! His lower lip quivered and his eyes widen to the fullest extent that they possibly could.
Ms. Lovat turned around and sighed. Wyborne, Im sorry. she murmured as she crouched down and put her hand on her grandsons shoulder. I just dont have time to help you care for a pet.
Wybie frowned. But Ill take care of it! You dont have to do a thing except help me pay for food and stuff! he promised as he began to hop excited
Can't avoid the CrashCan't avoid the Crash2 years ago in Drama More Like This
Can't avoid the crash
Hetalia x Reader
Lithuania x Reader
You were walking home from school when you decided to go to the park. The park was one of your favourite places to go as it gave you the opportunity to draw and sketch. You sat down on the a park bench and started to sketch the outline of the fountain in front of you. You felt and heard weight beside you so you looked over quickly. There you saw your long time friend and crush, Toris.
"What cha doing here Toris?" You asked happily.
"I-ah saw y-you walking this way s-s-so I followed you here." He stammered. This was way to cute! Toris follow you, but, it puzzled you. Why would he want to follow me when Natalia walked in the opposite direction. You lowered you gaze when you remembered that Toris was in love with Natalia. Your voice became shaken.
"O-oh ok, but why did y-you want t-to follow me?" You said curiously. Toris couldn't bring himself to tell you why. He wanted to confess, he really wanted too, but, he didn't. He looked d
Your Blood is Mine BobXBartYour Blood is Mine.Your Blood is Mine BobXBart3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Two souls entwined by fate.
Similar in spirit,
blinded by hate.
A thirst for revenge unending.
your retribution pending.
Sins of the past,
never meant for it to last.
The precipice of reconciliation,
That you and I aren't so different you see,
but you will never know truly what you mean to me.
Yet this rage is forever seething.
A feeling indescribable.
A craving, undeniable.
It's almost intoxicating,
To see you shaking, watch you quaking.
Your pain, my exhilaration.
Your fear, my salvation.
from my depths arisen.
My own asylum.
My eternal prison.
An endless cycle,
of hate and indifference.
Of pleas unheard,
Never to be taken.
The devil's bidding,
A heart never relinquishing,
Of an unfinished task.
A murder never come to pass.
No use repenting.
Never sorry, never lamenting.
Now it's time to pay the price.
Cold, silver bl
To Who?Summary: A Family Guy (kind of anti-)fanfic. When karma strikes members of the Griffin family, they know just who to turn to in their times of need. Well kind of, anyway. One-shot.To Who?6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
To My Loving Daughter,
Hey, honey! Remember me? It's your daddy! Yeah...anyway, it's been a long time since we've seen each other, so I just thought I'd write. Oh, and you know, while I have you, I was wondering if you could send along a little money for Daddy? Daddy's special hospital bills are kind of steep, and the doctors are getting a little mad 'cause the Social Security won't cover everything. I try to tell 'em that I don't need to be here, but after Daddy's last little "accident," the judge just won't believe I can manage things on my own without your mother around. (And that stupid chicken's fuckin' Jew lawyer isn't make things any easier, let me tell you. Er, um, no offense to you and your new
The Darry that stole Christmas"Deck the halls with boughs of holly," Pony's voice rang through the living room as he hung up another Christmas bulb.The Darry that stole Christmas3 years ago in Humor More Like This
"Fa la la la la, la la la la," Soda finished for him, stringing up tinsel around the big front window.
"Tis the season to be jolly,"
"Fa la la la la, la la la la,"
"Don we now," Pony started but was interrupted by a groan from Darry who came out of the kitchen.
"Will you two please stop singing, its bad enough your making our house look like something from a bad TV Christmas special, but singing too,"
The two younger Curtis's looked at each other then started snickering.
"Bah humbug," Darry muttered, in a sarcastic manner.
"Come on Darry, get into the spirit of things,"
"No," And the older male walked back into the kitchen.
Pony and Soda just kind of shrugged and went back to putting up the decorations. When they were done dinner was just about ready, so Darry walked back into the living room.
"Well what do you think?" Soda asked, coming to stand on one side
Shattered TrustSlap!Shattered Trust2 years ago in Drama More Like This
Meg saw it coming before Persephone even raised her hand, just by the expression on her face. She didn't even try to block it, because after what happened tonight.....after what she had done.....she felt that she deserved it.
"YOU TRIED TO SLIP CHRIS A ROOFIE?!"
Meg's eyes began to well up, not because her face hurt - although the force of the blow had caused it to swell up considerably - but because of the look on her sister's face. Anger, disbelief.....betrayal.
"HOW CAN YOU EVEN THINK OF DOING SOMETHING SO DESPICABLE?! AND OVER SOME GUY?!"
"I - I'm sorry" Meg said weakly, cringing at the furious aura radiating from Persephone. "I just love him so much! But....he loves Chris...so-"
"So you thought you could win him over by letting him RAPE CHRIS?! Oh sure, brilliant plan, Meg! Who cares if Chris is scarred for life and that boy goes to jail?! As long as you get your man!"
Meg looked to the ground. There was nothing she could say to just
10 Ways to Irritate Ponyboy1. Tell him the church being lit on fire was God punishing him and Johnny for smoking in the church.10 Ways to Irritate Ponyboy3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
2. Then add that since Johnny's cigarette lit the fire, God killed him. Then smile and wait for a reply.
3. Remind him that Bob's not around anymore, so the only reason Cherry doesn't want to be seen with him must be that there's something wrong with him.
4. Demand proof that his name is Ponyboy.
5. If he goes through a lot of trouble to find proof, say "I knew it! You owe me 10 bucks!" and stomp away.
6. If he easily provides proof, ask him how drunk his parents were at the time of naming him.
7. Tell him you read his english theme. If he replies, interrupt him and add that you thought it was disturbing and suggest a therapist.
8. If you see him on the street, walk up to him and ask for "A Pony boy". When he says so, ask him where the pony is. If he explains his name, reply you'd asked for someone to bring a pony as a kiddie ride for a birthday party. Give him dirty looks as you leave.
Coraline: Spoiled BratCoralineCoraline: Spoiled Brat5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Other Coraline 2s face was flushed red with frustration as the Other Mother, or better yet known as the Beldam entered the room.
Other Coraline 2 looked the weight of a baby killer whale! Her enormous stomach stuck out like she was 6-7 months pregnant, stretching the fabric of her dark blue star sweater. Her pudgey arms were thick and round like logs; her hips were massive and her backside jiggled around as if it were stuffed to the brim with fruit jelly. In place of her eyes were two large black buttons.
The Other Mother once again looked like the slender, curvy and overall beautified version of Mel Jones only with button eyes and wearing a silk black dress with white polka-dots.
"What is it sweetie pie pumpkin?" she responded in a syrupy voice.
Other Coraline 2 sat on the floor of the other worlds living room, looking miserably down at the empty pink box of chocolate bunnies. "It's just that I
Coraline: Perfect little girlPerfect little girlCoraline: Perfect little girl6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The Beldam was hunched over the old worn table inside her private workshop, her equipment scattered about the table. Her appearance once again resembled that of Mel Jones but still tall and grotesque, much to most peoples horror.
Standing in the open doorway of the workshop was a young girl with blue hair in a dark blue star sweater. It looked like Coraline Jones? No, this was not the same Michigan girl whom defeated the Beldam only months ago. Coraline was not missing an arm, a leg, an eye patch or even had a black button eye.
What is it, Coraline? The Beldam asked the badly damaged and dishevelled Coraline look-alike with great annoyance, not turning around to face her. Cant you see that Im a little busy here, daughter?
Mother youve been in here for days. When will you come out?
The Beldam responded sharply, looking over her shoulder at Coraline,
Coraline - Midnight Talk"Coraline?"Coraline - Midnight Talk3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Mel wandered aimlessly in the dark atmosphere. There were no walls or floors - just a spacious black void that made chills run up her spine. This was more than unsettling. She was also alone. She had been calling out her husband and daughter's names for a while now. How long, she didn't know. But there had been no responses from anyone. This "place" was also noiseless, and with each passing second of utter silence, fear crept its way deeper into her heart.
"Coraline! Charlie!" she called, becoming frantic. "Where are you guys?!"
Again, there was no response.
The dark-haired woman stopped, allowing herself a moment to pause and think calmly. She placed a hand to her temple, realizing that her heavy breathing was causing her to become lightheaded. When her brain had stopped pulsating, she finally heard it. It was faint, but after ambling idly for so long (or what it seemed to be) in complete silence, her ears where suddenly well equipped to pick up the most muted s
Naming Darry((Set before the book, Mrs (new mum) Curtis speaks first))Naming Darry7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"--Well what's wrong with 'Darrell Shanye'?- Come on, it suits him!"
She looked down into the tiny bundle in her arms. Who could've thought, a few hours ago, this little guy was curled up inside her womb?
She turned back to her husband. He was still looking dubious.
"Li'l baby Darry Curtis?"
He pouted for a moment, contemplating this. After a while he smiled.
"Okay, okay- here's the deal. We go with your fav. for this one, so long as I get to name the next two more, eh?"
She cocked an eyebrow. Still grinning as her husband scooped baby Darry from her arms, she thought to herself silently.
After the pain this one caused me? -Like hell I'm having two more kids!!
Chapter 4: Leaving (RussiaxBroken!Reader)Chapter 4: Leaving (RussiaxBroken!Reader)2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
(A/N: Previous chapter links in description! All other info. in there as well and ask me questions if you have any! )
"I-I'm Canada..." the violet eyed man said.
"Canada? Oh! I remember you! I don't know if you remember me but I'm (Country Name-CTN)." you answered, offering your hand.
"I remember you..." Canada answered, taking your hand and gently shaking it.
"_____? ________!? Are you hiding, da?" came that familiar Russian voice.
"I-I have to go!" Canada said in an urgent whisper before getting up quickly and taking off.
"What was-" you began before you were lifted up from your position on the floor and placed before the large country.
"What are you doing here? Are you allowed to be here?" asked Russia, his dark, sinister aura appearing. You gulped.
"I-I don't know... H-how'd you know I came this way-let alone leave my room?" you retorted.
"You left your door open. That and it was your voice I had heard yelling, da? You're very loud, sunflower." the Russia countered.
Heart Mend: RussiaXReaderYou rang the doorbell of the large, majestic house. Your heart was racing at a hundred miles an hour and your hands wouldn't stop shaking. You were helping someone who belonged in a mental institution. You couldn't be doing this. But then again, you were. Belarus opened the door, eyes narrowed at you. She eyed you as you followed her into her home and you knew you were dead. You were totally and completely dead. You might as well as have written your will before you walked into the door. At least Alfred would be able to appreciate your collection of Video games and manga from Japan if you were dead.Heart Mend: RussiaXReader3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"So," she said. "I hear you have way for me to make brother marry me?"
The moment those words left her lips, you knew there was no turning back.
The first plan was to make her pretty. The girl was beautiful, that you could give her. But the way she dressed and the way she walked around with a knife gave off and scary air. No wonder poor Ivan was scared to death of her. Well, that
The Devil and Meg Griffin 1Chapter One-The Devil and Meg Griffin 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"And the winner is...Meg Griffin!"
Despite the occasional jeers and mean-spirited, half-hidden boos that floated up to her from small regions of the student audience during afternoon Assembly, socially hapless Meg Griffin couldn't help but smile as she strode on stage.
Perfunctory applause soon drowned the jeers, however, as she nervously reached out and shook the reedy CEO's thin, soft hand, feeling a sudden rush, and accepting his sealed envelope. The letter inside that would open the social world to her.
"Thank you, Mr. Ragg," Meg gushed. "You won't be sorry. I'll make your magazine proud."
The Ballad of Meg Griffin (Chapter 1)Hi. I’m DJ FireFox. Before you ask, don’t worry this isn’t a suicide letter XP. It’s actually a fan fiction story of Family Guy (Which might be a future episode) that I‘ll be narrating. Enjoy!The Ballad of Meg Griffin (Chapter 1)1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was a normal day in the town of Quahog, Rhode Island and local housewife Lois Griffin was dropping off two of her kids off at James Woods Regional High School.
“Bye kids, have a nice day at school!” says Lois.
She drives away and Chris and Meg were about to head to their classes when Chris notices Meg looking upset. “What’s wrong, Meg?” he asks.
“*Sigh* Chris, do you that ‘Futurama’ is my favorite show?” Meg responds.
“Not really.” says Chris.
“Well, now that it’s over, I don’t have anything interesting to watch anymore.”
“You could always watch ‘Robot Chicken’ that’s always entertaining.”
“It’s not about the show, Chris, I just hate
Dark!AmericaxReader beneath the childish exteriorFunny, how people thought America was dumb.Dark!AmericaxReader beneath the childish exterior2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Oh, but quite the contrary.
America was very smart, if he was dumb, how would he have won all those wars? Yes, many people thought America was dumb, arrogant, ignorant, and selfish, and maybe he was,
But nobody thought he was dark.
It always made me wonder how so many people could be happy all the time. I like to believe that those who are happy all the time, are hiding something dark.
But hey, This is your story, not mine, so shall we move on?
Yes, everybody had their own exterior, Russia seemed harmless on the outside when it was vice-versa on the inside. Italy was happy-go-lucky all the time, maybe he was like that on the inside, we'll never know.
But America had a special exterior.
His exterior is hard to describe really, other than arrogant, ignorant, selfish and dumb.
But was it the same on the inside?
Yes, it used to be the same on the inside, until it happened.
America always liked
AspieI have Asperger's Syndrome.Aspie4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Even saying it makes me feel relief.
I'm not weird.
I'm not strange.
I'm not different.
Well, I am different.
But I'm different for a reason.
My brain is wired up differently.
My brain is square when everybody else's is round.
My brain has three layers and everybody else has eight.
I get worried when I don't know what I'm doing.
I get worried around lots of people.
I get worried if things change.
I'm bad at telling how people feel.
I'm bad at reading people's faces.
I'm bad at a lot of social things.
But I'm good at things too.
I'm good at Maths.
I'm good at Music.
I'm good at knowing right from wrong.
I was unhappy before I knew about my Asperger's.
I'm not happy now. But I am relieved.
I'm an Aspie.
And I'm sure about things that I wasn't sure about before.
Coraline - Mother's Day"A little red, for the heart...and a little green for a few swirls," Coraline Jones dictated as she drew on a piece of white construction paper. She was in her room at her desk putting the finishing touches on her Mother's Day card.Coraline - Mother's Day6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"There," she said in a satisfied tone. She held the finished card in the air to examine it properly, "what do you think?"
Coraline's best friend, Wybie Lovat, sat on her bed with Cat on his lap. He looked over the card and then nodded his head in approval.
"Looks great, Jonesy. Your mom's gonna love it!"
"Hope so, I worked really hard on it. I even made it so it opens like a pop-up book, see..." she ventured as she quickly demonstrated the function of her card. It was a rather pretty card with long, green swirls and a giant red heart in the middle.
Coraline smiled dearly at her hand-made creation and then skidded to her bedroom door.
"C'mon, Wybourne, let's go see the look on her face when she sees this beauty!"
"Sure," agreed Wybie as he carried the blac
Craig Hoffman Stalks Meg?June 10th (night before performance at the Showplace Arena)...Craig Hoffman Stalks Meg?6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
The Griffin family arrive at an Executive Inn and Suites hotel around 3:00 in the morning, tired, exhausted, but happy because they delivered the most electrifying and outstanding performance of a lifetime. Their tour bus pulls up outside of the Executive Inn and Suites parking lot. Luckily, everyone is asleep and there is no commotion
or crowd to mob the the family. Chris carries his Gibson Les Paul guitar in with him, because like Dethklok's Skwisgaar Skwigelf, Chris plays random guitar chords like
there's no tomorrow, and at 15 years old, Chris can play like a pro...
Lois: "Okay, kids, you wait here while I go get our room."
Chris: "Boy, I hope we're right next to the swimming pool!"
Stewie: "Oh God, yes, last time we went to get a room, we had to drive off because it was ransacked and there were two dead people in the floor of the shower..."
(What-if sequence referencing Rob Zombie's "The Devil's Rejects..." Stewie come
Dead!Russia x Dark and Insane!Reader - revengeDead!Russia x Dark and Insane!Reader - revenge2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Things would never be the same without him anymore ... I miss his smile... I miss how he used to just cuddle with me every morning and say 'I love you' out of nowhere... I miss everything about him and all the crazy things we used to do together...
"Russia,what are you doing there? It's not safe to stand up alone in a dark alley..." I said as I approached him, only to hear quiet sobs from him. I placed my palm on his back, patting him a bit.
" No one loves me (y/n)....Everyone treats me as an outcast...Everyone hates me!Everyone thinks I'm a monster!I hate everyone here!" He said loudly, making me flinch a bit, but I felt so sad for him. Russia was really sweet and kind ... he has been a very helpful man to our neighbours , and yet they do him wrong,breaking Russia's heart. All he wanted was for people to stop bothering his life and just accept him in the society...
"Russia, Don't you ever say that no one loves you! And don't say your a monster caus
Heart Ache: RussiaXReaderYou had no idea how this happened. You really didn't but you wanted to make sure not to have it happen again. One minute you were chatting with Russia and then Belarus stormed over to you with a knife in her hand, a wild and furious look in her eyes. Naturally, all of the other nations had to be on break from the meeting so you had to deal with this problem on your own. It was just your luck to have something like this happen. You ducked as she swung her knife once more. Russia was hiding behind a chair, quivering like a leaf so he was no help.Heart Ache: RussiaXReader3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Whoa! Okay, Belarus, right now, your crazy level is at an eleven," you reasoned, "I'm going to ask you to turn it down to a four if you can. There is no need for weapons here."
Russia looks like he was going to collapse into a useless trembling mass of tears. He was so useless when it comes to Belarus. If it had been anyone else he would have been fine but no, it was his sister. She was terrifying. She gave a lot of countries a case of the shiv
Dark!AmericaXReader request: A Gorey DemiseDark!AmericaXReaderDark!AmericaXReader request: A Gorey Demise3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A gorey demise
my first songfic don't hurt me! XD
He pulled out a list full of names. reciting them one by one.
"A Is For Amber
Who Drowned In A Pool
B Is For Billy
Who Was Eaten By Ghouls
C Is For Curt
With Disease Of The Brain
D Is For Daniel
Derailed On A Train
E Is For Erik
Who Was Buried Alive
F Is For Frank
Who Was Stabbed Through The Eye
G Is For Greg
Who Died In The Womb
H Is For Heather
Who Was Sealed In A Tomb"
He grinned, she had unmatched beauty he craved. list in hand, he frowned at her name. she awalked down the barren streets at late night, only the dim lights leading her home. she looked from side. hearing a gentle rustle "Hello?" she looked around seeing nothing. she heard it again and saw him. he stood tall, dark blonde hair with a weird cowlick, a bloodied bomber jacket and eyes that piereced her soul. she knew this man, her old friend Alfred Jones. he was once a decent fellow but was acused of murdering his sister Ziriana*. She belived though