Freddy Says No : Cheer-Up Gift"What the fuck are you making?"Freddy Says No : Cheer-Up Gift3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"What kind of gift?"
I sigh and hang my head over my keyboard, before cracking my neck and glaring out the corner of my right eye. "The kind you give a sad friend! Now leave me alone, Krueger," I growl as I turn back to my small, but important, project, mumbling. "annoying pizza faced asshole."
The sound of something similar to metal nails across concrete was heard, followed by the sent of fire sparks. "Knock it off before ya burn down my dorm, asshole!" Slamming my hands on my desk, I turn and growl at the stripped sweater wearing asshole on my bed.
Freddy Krueger, standing on my bed and leaning against the wall in boredom, puffed his third cigarette of the evening as he grunted. "I'm fucking bored, kid," he jumped down from my bed and waltz around my small, but still a decent size, dorm room, poking through my roommates fridge, before slamming the door and jumping on the small fridge to throw himself up on her lofted bed, stomping all over it
Cupcakes IICupcakes sweet and tastyCupcakes II3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Cupcakes everyones favorite pastry
Come to my shop and let's have some fun
There won't be much left of you when I am done
More Than Two SistersMore Than Two SistersMore Than Two Sisters2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The balmy summer night settled around the old house. A gentle breeze blew through the rocky field and into the open window, playing with her mane gently. She stared out at the quiet surroundings of the farm house, then up to the clear star filled sky. The moon was out in its full glory once more, washing over everything with its soft night light.
Octavia let out a soft sigh as she moved from the window and back into her old room. The three beds lined up to give each enough space from the next, a small desk next to each of them, and dressers along the wall. It was a comfy abode for three foals and a home she hadn't rested in for a long while.
She could see the form of her pink younger sister sleeping soundly in her bed, tuckered out from an energetic day spent with her family. It really had been too long since they'd last spent such a fun time as a family. She'd missed the feeling; it was nice seeing her parents and getting to spend time with her hyper active young
MLP:FiM - Family is ForeverMLP:FiM - Family is Forever3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was a sunny and warm day of summer, like any other. Or, it could have been, if it hadn't been the day when Scootaloo learned the terrible truth.
It was also the day of the grand annual reunion of the Weather Pegasi family. A long awaited moment for the related winged ponies who got together, from all over Equestria, to share news and see friendly faces for the first time in a year. Everyone looked forward to the party, but Scootaloo was an exception.
Each year, at those reunions, she couldn't help but always have this awkward feeling of being 'out of place', as each time some members of the family would look at her, then whisper strange things between themselves about 'how sad it was' and 'how a shame it was that they couldn't be there' and then moved away, to continue their conversation in private. It didn't help that she was pretty much the only pegasus of her color, as almost every other were white, black or grey, different shades of blue and green and even one pink, that
Ponygeist: a Halloween TalePonygeist: a Halloween Tale3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The cupcake (with extra sprinkles) was absolutely delighted.
The party was in full swing and the town hall was full of revellers. Better still, it was a costume party, which she felt were the best kind. Pinkie (the cupcake (with extra sprinkles)) watched the ponies dancing and playing and eating snacks, each one dressed up as something scary or just plain silly. Pinkie's costume definitely fell into the latter category unless you were somehow afraid of cupcakes, but she didn't see how that was possible.
The "baked bads" incident might count towards that, but that was a one-time event and about a week later everypony trusted her baking enough to eat it again. Anyway, that technically hadn't been entirely her fault. She'd taken Applejack as an assistant, who - while an excellent baker in her own right - was half-deaf and bordering on insanity from sleep deprivation at the time. Not that she blamed poor Applejack or anything - in her addle
ThanksWhen did my inspiration fly south?Thanks10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
It isn't winter anymore.
Why can’t I gain the excitement I used too, about someone enjoying my work?
Was I faking it all along?
Shouldn't this mean more?
This used to be my life, my escape, my everything.
I have all these ideas.
But when they come through I do not care to see the outcome in the readers.
Instead of connecting, I simply say something useless.
Instead of fighting back against those who dislike I just reply.
No argument in sight.
Didn't I used to care about the few fans I had?
I used to explode with happiness when someone said “I connected with this!”
Now it’s just, a bleak thanks, and I move on.
PoniesFluttershy:*is crying*Ponies3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Pinkie Pie:*walks up to Fluttershy* Fluttershy? What's wrong? You look kind of sad!
Fluttershy: I am sad!
Pinkie: OOOOOH NOOOOOO!
Fluttershy: I know, it's terrible.
Fluttershy: I am sad, so sad.
Pinkie: Well when I'm feeling sad I sing about all the things in the world that make me happy.
An apple pie
a bright blue sky
a breezy meadow in July
an ice cream bar
a shooting star
the sound of a steel guitar
Fluttershy: That is wonderful!
I love the sounds of rain
wearing a hat and cane
Tiffany window pains lovely to see
Frost on a windowsill
the feel of bits and bills
vacations in Brayzil fill me with glee
These are all the little things that make me smile
This is all the stuff that makes life worth while
Everypony knows the Holocaust was a lie
So lets sing about the things we like and don't be shy
Fluttershy:*confused* Wait, what was that about the Holocaust?
A strip of lace
A pretty face
eugenics really make the ca
Connor: The Last AssassinPrologueConnor: The Last Assassin1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Glancing around the clearing, he panted, drawing in deep lungfuls of air. He swayed back slightly, eyes sliding over prone bodies, some in positions most unnatural. He exhaled sharply, his sword hanging by his side, red with blood, gobbets of brain and muscle still glued to the steel. The crimson colour reached to the hilt and even covered his hand and braces. His white-blue robes were stained in places. He wiped his arm across his face, sweat beading again on the olive coloured skin. He blinked it out of his eyes.
And that was why he did not see a man come up out of the bushes.
A single loud shot rang in the clearing. The tall Native staggered for a step. Then coughed, his hand going to his chest where a red stain was spreading. He grunted, blood spilling out of his mouth in a sluggish stream. The dirtied blade fell from his hand. He moaned, his knees giving way. With a hard impact that reverberated from the knees upwards, he fell. Struggling to draw air into his lungs he lif
Mortal Kombat 2011 Guest Characters: Michael MyersFrom: HalloweenMortal Kombat 2011 Guest Characters: Michael Myers2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
A psychotic serial killer from Haddonfield, Illinois, Michael Myers lurks in the shadows, waiting for his next victim. After his death at the hands of his sister, Laurie Strode, he was resurrected by the malevolent Shang Tsung to act as a vanguard for Shao Kahn's invasion of Earthrealm*. Little does the emperor know, Shang Tsung is plotting to take him out with the help of Michael himself but in reality, both seem to underestimate the power of this homicidal maniac.
Cut Throat: Michael swings his knife with enough force that it knocks his opponent backwards.
The Devil's Eyes: Michael grabs the opponent out of the air, breaks their spines over his knee and tosses them away.
Razor Edge: Michael throws his knife at the opponent.
Ariel Attack: Michael throws a knife overhead.
*Shotgun stab: Pulls a shotgun out of nowhere and uses it to impale the opponent.
Slit Throat: Michael charges his knife into his opponent, stabbing them, and punche
I'm not....I am.I'm not.....I am.I'm not....I am.10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm not scary or mean I promise you.
If anything I am afraid,terrified like a small child.
I am sometimes so afraid of you I can't leave my apartment.
Even to do simple things like check the mail...
It makes me so depressed...
Like my life is being stolen away slowly.
I'm not a monster.
I am completely non violent.
Can't even remember ever being in a fight.
I do hear them sometimes though.
Monsters I mean.
Telling me about how they will kill me in my sleep.
Or kill my family.
Only I can hear them.
The voices in my head.
I am Ill.
Chemicals in my brain are out of balance.
Medications help some....
But they come at a price.
I'm not a freak.
Even though some of the side effects of my medication show through.
I didn't ask for this...
It's my burden though and I WILL carry it.
I am not a punchline....
I am Schizophrenic.
Don't you think I deal with enough without your jokes?
Seven Sins' HomeI'm hollow insideSeven Sins' Home10 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I've been all broken out
Fought a war with the pride
In the seven sins house
As they're breaking me down
And they're making me scream
Just surrounded by hounds
And I struggle to breathe
Prayed for more from one seed
Than could ever have grown
Overtaken by greed
In the seven sins home
Now they're cracking my ribs
As they're holding me tight
In the hell where they live
In the dark of the night
Think of all that I had
And who took it away
I am getting so mad
Where the seven sins play
And they're pushing me down
As the floor pulls me in
The room fills with the sounds
Of their cries and their screams
Think of them hurting me
In the land I called home
Neon lit gluttony
In the seven sins throne
They all pull up their chairs
And stare into my eyes
They say all that is theirs
Can all also be mine
They all trusted me
They shouldn't have done
I was filled with envy
In the seven sins slum
Where they all tied me down
And they all kissed my lips
While I slowly drowned
In the seven
For Samantha VoorheesLet me weave you a tale about a young girl, who later met the love of her life, a true and famous horror legend.For Samantha Voorhees4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Samantha, a fifteen year old teenage girl, was sitting close to the camp fire. She wears a black short sleeved shirt under a light green jacket, and a pair of blue jeans. Her brown eyes are the same color as her long hair, a purple and green bow is tucked behind her right ear. Samantha lets out a long sigh, and continues to stare at the fire. The others are sound asleep, she is alone with her thoughts.
Samantha then turns and glares at the dark corners of the woods, as a sudden sound of rustling terrifies her.
"Who's out there?" Samantha whispers, not wanting to wake the others.
She heard nothing, save the rustling.
Samantha jumps to her feet. "Who's out there?!"
Suddenly, a strong breeze blows up from the ground. The fire goes out, everything is dark. Samantha's heart slowly begins to race as the cold chills of fear paralyze her. Sudden screams of horror fill the very air S
Twilight and the Smoke AlarmTwilight and the Smoke Alarm2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
All was quiet in the clear peaceful night as Luna's moon slowly moved across the sky, bathing everything in a cold light. Downwards from the sky sat the small town of Ponyville; all lights were off and an incredible calmness reigned the streets. Some party animals were still awake and were gathered in an underground basement, which was used as a night club. But there was another particular building that's more of our interest.
The library, which was made out of a tree housed a unique unicorn; one that would not be having a pleasant night. This unicorn was the one and only Twilight Sparkle, Celestia's most faithful student and protégée.
Twilight was fast asleep, wonderfully and peacefully resting in her bed. The covers and pillows were a shade of color that seemed to match the mare perfectly; her mane was groomed and styled for now. Nearby in his basket slept a small purple scaled dragon that puffed smoke out as he dreamt of what dragons dreamt.
All was calm until.
Custom-Making and general FAQThis is an FAQ list for those interested in custom-making, or somewhat curious about me and how I do things. It was originally posted under the journal submission "The Warmare Answers" but since that's now buried in the journal archives, I'm submitting it as a text deviation to make it easier to find. This is based on my limited experience in custom-making and is in no way a comprehensive, ultimate guide to pony making. All the same, I hope perspective custom makers find it useful.Custom-Making and general FAQ2 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
How did you learn to make customs?
Pre-G4 I wanted nothing to do with My Little Pony, but I had seen people making custom toys on sites like MLPArena.com. Once I became hooked on the new show and wanted to try my own customs, I went back to the old Pony fora to gather techniques from the pros. CustomAnon created one of the first tutorials spe
A Kiss Of Sorts*Idon't know, so don't ask. This is that scene form Freddy vs Jason where Fred's tryin' ta kill Jase in his dream after knocking him out with those needles. Summary: After Jason has Freddy pinned to the ground some sort of insane mass murderer chaos ensues. Ya gots ta read ta fins out the rest! X) I'm so evil! Love me! And slash! Which this is! XD God damnit I'm going to Hell for this! ENJOY!*A Kiss Of Sorts4 years ago in General More Like This
"Why! Won't! You! DIE!?" Freddy Krueger screamed in frustration and anger, kicking at Jason Voorhees' gut, making the taller killer lurch foward. He glared through his beaten hockey mask, lunging foward and pushing Freddy to the ground, pinning him by his arms.
"Get OFF me you useless shit!" the smaller slasher demanded, gritting his teeth and struggling against Jason's grip. The zombie simply hovered above him, breathing heavily through the holes in his hockey mask. He knew he couldn't kill Freddy, but that didn't mean he couldn't try.
Freddy glared feircly, startling bright green eyes narrowed
FalloutFallout5 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
'Way over in the distance, I see movement'
A blurred sky, hazy, ghastly in its attire. A desolate barren landscape, vast and tragic. The site of something terrible. Flashes of panicked people. We are running, roughly and hastily through the horrid landscape, and way over in the distance, i see movement. It comes closer, rapidly it draws in. A raging beast a mutant. Shrieks of terror, gun fire Blank.
I lift my head of my desk. The same dream again. Or is it a memory. I can't tell. Nor can I comprehend it. Every time it occurs I must try desperately to hold onto it. I want to examine it further, know where it is, when? However, the thought expands no further.
I clasp the arms of my swivel chair and spin - I am easily distracted. I must study for my history test, yet lack the motivation - My body sways in and out from my changing center of gravity, i thrust my feet off the ground. I go faster. I drag my feet in and the spinning increases. The cold steel walls beco
ZADR - "Oh My Tallest..."Mmm What a nice warmthZADR - "Oh My Tallest..."4 years ago in Teen More Like This
How strange..Usually my base it's always so cold
Doubtful, I slowly open my eyes, glancing around a bit confused.
No. This is definitly not my room
So..Where am I?
My antennae perk up with curiosity, and doing so I realize that my wig is gone..I blink a few times, to find that my contacts are gone too.
I start to panic
What am I doing in a room that's not mine without my disguise?? And and naked?!??
I look carefully around, trying to understand where I ended up.
What are those posters? About aliens? And this large one? About .Mysterious Misteries?!?
Mmm I don't remember having such things in my chamber..
Uff, why do I bother about these stupid things?
I'm in my bed sleeping This is the only thing that matters.
Wait a second I was forgetting a little detail... This is not my base So this isn't my bed!!!
Oh my Tallest!!!
Where am I?!
I try to turn around, but a powerful arm prevents me to.
For those of you who suffer .."For Those Of You Who Suffer ..."For those of you who suffer ..4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Are you struggling from pain, one of the fallen.
A warrior to the world, a defeated body full of pain on the inside.
A disruption in life, making you feel weak and vulnerable.
Treatment, a life extension, making you disappear for the world outside.
Medication given, not making it any better, the end is still near.
Another young life has fallen into the depths of endless agony.
Family is lost, not able to help, only to see their beloved ones wither away.
A lot of false hope floating through life, a scenery of unhumanity.
For those of you who suffer, we salute you.
For those of you who suffer, we respect you.
For those of you who suffer, we honour you.
For those of you who die, we hope you have peace at last.
When the day arrives for you to go, a moment of silence passes by.
All seems well in these moments before the sto
Damaged GoodsI'll kiss the scars on your wrists,Damaged Goods10 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
In a silent promise that,
It will get better.
Maybe not tomorrow,
Maybe not in a week,
But it will.
Because you might be damaged,
And you might be broken,
And you might feel like you've been abandoned,
But I'm here.
We're puppets that have lost their strings,
And it's hard to move out into the world,
On our own.
But we're free.
Free from the masters that would make us dance,
For their own sick entertainment.
They're still goods.
You're something precious,
Something amazing that can never be replicated.
Every single day,
You think you get worse,
But to me, you just get better.
Put down that blade,
Don't hurt yourself,
Because in the end,
The world will hurt you enough.
But I'll try to soften the blows as they come,
Because you're worth it,
How Do I Declare My Feelings?The way your body crushesHow Do I Declare My Feelings?2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Against me so intimately -
Chest to chest, groin to groin -
Makes me feel so giddy; it's like
I'm relearning how to breathe.
It feels like I'm suffocating
When at the same time I'm not; all
These sensations, marvelous and
Exciting, sends me into shock;
I dance upon invisible electricity.
This is my personal definition of
The phrase passionate living.
This is a mere tribute that greatly
Celebrates the wonder of the cosmos.
But most of all...
This is my declaration, one that is
Born from genuine heartfelt words.
I owe it all to you, my other half.
PartyParty3 years ago in Comedy More Like This
*me, Julia, Jason, Freddy, Michael, and Jamie are all out in the living room celebrating Jason's birthday with a party. Amanda is in the kitchen baking a cake.*
me: Happy Birthday Jason! *hugs him*
Freddy: So how many bitches you get this time?
freddy: OO Damn....in one day??
jason: *smug look* *nods*
Julia: YAY FOR SQUISHY!! *noms Jason's head*
me: Umm...J...Julia? You know he's NOT the cake.....right?
Julia: BUT HE'S JUST AS DELICIOUS!!
me: Oo riiiiiiight.....
michael: *peaks head in kitchen* Amanda, how's the ca-?
amanda: *whisking the hell out of the batter in a bowl* A IS FOR AMBER WHO DROWNED IN A POOL! B IS FOR BILLY WHO WAS EATEN BY GHOULS!
michael: Oo ooookaaay....but, how's the c-?
amanda: C IS FOR CURT WITH DISEASE OF THE BRAIN! D IS FOR DANIEL DERAILED ON A TRAIN!
michael: Oo this is...hopeless.....
jamie: -_- I got this Uncle Michael.
michael: *tilts head, confused*
amanda: E IS FOR ERIC WHO WAS BURIED ALIVE!
jamie: KITTY WANTS TO
Darkest Happenings ch. 3Darkest Happenings ch. 33 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Tell, me what?" I jumped 10 feet in the air. I turned around and saw the one and only Derek.
"Can't you just show up I front of me once in awhile?"
"I'll think about it." He bent down and kissed me on the forehead. "So, tell me what?" I walked in to me and Tori's room and sat down on the swivel chair. Derek came in and waited for a response.
"Simon and Tori are siblings, twins to be exact."
"You don't look surprised."
"I guess I sub-consciously expected it."
"Tori always smelt a little like Simon."
"So, I'm guessing Simon and Tori don't know."
"Your dad's telling Simon and you're telling Tori?"
"So, you did hear."
"Bits and pieces by the way, what made you so red?"
"It-it's a secret."
"Huh." Derek got up and started walking over to my chair. "I always wondered if you were ticklish."
"Maybe it's a good time to find out." I scrambled out of the chair so fast, I tripped over the chair leg and fell to my knees. "Are you sure you don't what t
Finally School Ch. 1Finally School Ch. 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Mr. Bae and Aunt Lauren decided it was okay for us to go back to school. It's been a couple months since the Lab escape, also Derek and I started dating. In school days thats means we are up a grade, we just put we were home schooled, and we took a test to see what grade to put us in. Lucky enough, we got up in the grades we were suppose to be in. Derek, had gotten his scores higher then he supossed to be in high school. Mr. Bae had to explain things, but it worked out. Anyways Back to the relationship thing: Aunt Luaren didn't like it very much, she really never wanted us alone together or with Simon and Tori. But she was also trying to stay out of it. Derek and I was always together no matter where we went; shopping, out to eat, walking, and/or sitting in the van. When we found this out all of us where happy, but Derek and I really didn't want people knowing I was dating him and all the others knew that. We told them our reason- that they act all werid and wonder what
Darkest Happenings Ch. 4Darkest Happenings Ch. 43 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
We walked out into the kitchen. I sat on a bar stool around the island. I watch him as he fixed himself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and then another and then another.
"What are you doing?"
"Mid night snack." I looked at the peanut butter sandwiches stacked up on the now full plate.
"Some snack." He chuckled while I giggled. He handed me the peanut buttery butter knife and sat down beside me with his PB&J filled plate.
"What? No snack for me?"
"Only a nibble." He said while handing me a sandwich. We ate in silence for a couple seconds.
As I ate I thought about what kit said. "Derek?"
"If my name wasn't Chloe, what would it be?"
He grunted as to say "hold on."
After he swallowed he answered "Use your mom's name."
"Hmm call me Jennifer."
"Yep, that's the name I'll use."
He nodded and took another bite. When we finished, we watched TV til Mr. Bae suggested we go to sleep early.
-I slept through to night in a dreamless sleep.-