Don'tFallAsleep:TheBeginning 1Don'tFallAsleep:TheBeginning 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was a cool Saturday evening. The sky was turning fiery orange as the sun began to set behind the thick elm trees. The trees' branches appeared to be aflame as the setting sun's light shone through the orange Autumn leaves. Two young girls, four-year old Kathy and her friend Nancy, were playing a game of hide and seek in Kathy's front yard. Kathy was dressed in a pink dress with her light brown hair tied in ponytails on the sides of her head in red ribbons, while Nancy was in a white dress with her thick, wavy dark brown hair tied in a ponytail behind her head in a silk baby blue ribbon. Kathy was wearing her shiny red shoes while Nancy was walking around barefoot. She liked how the cold grass felt beneath her feet.
"Where is he Kathy?" Nancy asked.
"I don't know." Kathy answered.
They both went prowling around the yard for Kathy's father, but they couldn't find him anywhere. Nancy walked by the dark, withered old elm tree, and Nancy's father snuck out from behind the tree. He quickl
a moment of tendernessa moment of tenderness4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Frollo stared outside while holding the little child in his arms.
He was lost in thought,when suddenly he felt something pull the scarf
of his hat.Startled,he looked down and saw Quasimodo with a cute little
smile,playing with the scarf.
'No,Quasimodo,stop that,i do not have time to play!'Frollo said,while
pulling the scarf,but the child didn't let go and began to laugh.
Frollo stared at the child,he never knew demons could be so tender and
cute.Frollo touched the little hand,it was soft and warm,and he smiled.
Would he ever love Quasimodo?This demon,that he wanted to kill?
He looked outside again.Love...would it be a sin if he saw Quasimodo
as his son?Would God punish him?
Frollo looked down at the child again,and saw that he fell asleep,still
with the scarf in his little hands.Frollo sighed and shook his head,
it was unknown what the future would bring,it would be fate that determined...
Mine Alone - Have my SoulI cannot rid her from my thoughts.Mine Alone - Have my Soul4 years ago in Horror More Like This
Since the moment we met, she has circulated inside my mind.
I met her as a beautiful young teenage girl, and she blossomed before my very eyes into an irresistible woman.
Through the long years we were apart, I have felt her presence with me.
I must stop myself from anticipating, every time the barriers are broken down, it will be her I am called to greet.
Thrice, this has happened.
I feel as though I am entitled to more, at least once more.
I certainly enjoyed making the one who broke her heart suffer.
Not only was jealous rage my motivation, but the rage directed toward their treatment of her.
After one has taken her heart, why would one ever conceive of breaking its sacred commitment?
I made them feel my wrath, as I wish I could have made her other companion feel my wrath.
I long to bring her to me once again, to entice her, persuade her to come with me, to be mine and mine alone.
No test of time could ever affect her dominance over my thoughts.
Ninja Turtles: Never Live It DownIt was just another normal day in the sewers of Manhattan. The turtles were either in the dojo, training; or they were watching the TV. Splinter was meditating in a room above the turtles.Ninja Turtles: Never Live It Down3 years ago in Humor More Like This
Raphael and Leonardo were training. Michelangelo and Donatello were sitting on the couch, watching the television. There was really nothing interesting on TV, so Mikey kept flipping the channels.
“There’s nothing good on, Don,” Mikey looked at Donatello. Don sighed, and looked right back at his brother.
“Do you wanna practice with Leo and Raph?”
“That’s what I didn’t want to do today.”
“Well, that’s what I’m doing. You can come if you like,” Donatello stood up and walked into the dojo. Mikey was left alone. He groaned before he, too, stood up and entered the training room.
“Hey, guys,” Mikey sighed. He chose a punching bag next to Raphael and began punching and kickin
Jason And The Big Passion Ch.1Jason And The Big Passion Ch.15 years ago in Drama More Like This
Jason and The Big Passion
Jason emerged from the curse of Crystal Lake, throwing the fucking head of Freddy Krueger in the woods around lake.He sat on small wooden pier to meditate. He felt a thud from the water. He knew that there was someone. But it was not Freddy Krueger, this time! Was a masculine girl, with beautiful brown eyes as he had never seen him before now.Inside of himself for the first time he had a perverse fantasy that made them come to a brief but intense pleasure. The pictured naked, wet and covered only by her long hair and blue like the night. He turned all red from embarrassment and for ecciptant.She now is disappeared ...
Abduction and Absorption -Vore-Abduction and Absorption -Vore-3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Note: This takes a different spin on the story, the Space Race, in issues 161 and 162 of the Fleetway Sonic comics. It contains vorish shenanigans and so you have been warned.
So here he was. The Hero of Mobius, completely and utterly humiliated by this orange recolor. Sonic had lost the race, and as a result, his side's ship was to be destroyed. Fortunately, Amy, as nutso as she tended to be, was able to take control of the ship like any sane, responsible girl her age, and fly it away to safety. Sonic however, was out of luck, left on this asteroid with the orange-furred, alien breed of hedgehog, Turbo.
"Leave the dishonorable loser to his fate, Turbo." An intercom buzzed into Turbo's helmet.
Turbo had to admit, he felt a bit bad leaving Sonic to die, but, he had no choice to defy his masters was to put his family's lives at risk. He bid Sonic farewell as a luminous beam came down on him, only to be caught by surprise as Sonic pounced on him, now locked in the beam with him!
The Graveyard ShiftThe Graveyard Shift: A Night in the Haunted MansionThe Graveyard Shift6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
As midnight approached, the Haunted Mansion was silent. All of Disneyland was silent, actually, but the creepy old house was especially quiet. It was an hour and a half after closing time, and Cast Members had already run the last couple of check-ups to make sure the Dining Hall glass had not been defaced again or that the Séance Room was still in one piece. The large white building, usually rather inviting, now looked very hollow and empty, its tall iron gates shut tightly. Outside, crickets chirped in the warm night and the waters in the Rivers of America rippled smoothly. All was still; all was calm
The show lights in the Haunted Mansion suddenly flicked back on. The abnormally cold air conditioning started up again and the special effects continued running. The Doombuggies did not move, however; they remained still.
Outside the graveyard, the attractions finale, the skinny caretaker stretched his skinny limbs. He
How To Die In a Horror Movie1. Freddy doesn't scare me, if he tried to appear in my dreams, they'd scare him and he'd leave.How To Die In a Horror Movie5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
2. A dude in a hokey mask is not scary, I'd think he was a goaly and throw a puck at him.
3. If Michael Myers was on a rampage through my town, I'd hug him.
4. If a man called me and asked "Have you checked the children?" I'd tell him "Yes, they're good, very good. And so am I! Wanna come down and play boardgames with us!?"
5. A serial killer has captured me, I'd cause him to call the police on himself by arguing against how he wants to kill me. Hey, if I'm gonna get killed, they better kill me my way!!
6. There is nothing scary about a dude with needles in his head, he just really needs to go to an emergency room.
7. Zombie children want to kill everyone who is not related to them, well I'm not related to them, but I'll give em a time out anyways.
8. Jigsaw wants to play a game, but I don't like that game. I'll demand we play Candy Land instead.
9. It's never nice to give someone up to the
Landlocked 49- The EndLandlocked 49- The End5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Flounder found Ariel in their old grotto, half-heartedly modeling the modified blue gown in front of a large, broken mirror.
"It looks good on you," the fish offered, pressing his head beneath her hand. Ariel didn't reply, and an awkward silence settled over the two friends. "Soooo," Flounder awkwardly continued, "how did your date with Jim go yesterday?"
The mermaid caught her breath. "It was-- nice--" Ariel tensed, then sighed, unable to keep anything from her longtime friend. "He's-- leaving. Tomorrow. He wants me to wear this dress to see him off." She turned away from the mirror as if repulsed by her reflection. "He wants me to look happy while he abandons me."
"Oh Ariel, he's not abandoning you, he's just--" Flounder searched for the right words, then settled for the obvious "--going home."
"Yeah, well," Ariel pulled the gown over her head and let it fall to the ocean floor, "I'm not sure what home is anymore."
Flounder frowned slightly. "Well,
Landlocked 5Landlocked 56 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The rest of the day was filled with cleaning of decks, special arrangements made for the special guests, and primitive background checks of the caterers, musicians, and the crew. Even the sailors Jim knew personally and could vouch for were checked for connections with pirates and political enemies of the prince. The captains paranoia was getting seriously out of hand.
The preparations kept Jim comfortably busy, however, so he didn't fuss when Captain Harris sent him for a certain kind of pillow for the prince's dog, or when the cook demanded fresh clams for his chowder, and Jim had to go to the shallow pools himself to collect some. As long as his dirty jobs kept Sable at a safe distance, he could not complain. The prince did as much as Harris would allow, which included such jobs as helping Jim coil the excess rope. Eric sat heavily down next to his inferior, looking gloomily at the rope Jim promptly handed him. The pout on the prince's chiseled face looked so ridiculous that J
JesusJesus,Jesus2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I have sinned against thee
Yet you smiled at me
I have disobeyed thee
Yet you hugged me
I have blasphemed against thee
Yet you Forgave me
I have denied thee
Yet you Loved me
Jesus, I will never understand how or why
I cannot fathom why you died
I did not earn your Love, no; I never could.
Jesus, I will always serve you; This I could.
JudasIt was a cursed day, so cold that your clothes stuck to your skin with every step, your nostrils were glued together with every breath and your heart cried out in fear of frost, unable to hide away even in the deepest part of your chest. The bodies of dead seagulls, victims of the coldest winter that the Greek settlers could remember, lay on the ground, ready for the taking by any starved man or beast. The sea was, for once, silent and still, draped in heavy ice, powerless before a crueler mistress.Judas4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Trudging his feet through the snow, grateful for his thick, fur coat, yet still cursing his coming to this side of the world, Judas made his way towards the tavern. Every now and then he spared a glance eastwards, towards the rising sun that glinted blindingly on the white ice of the Black Sea, burning the sight, but radiating no heat.
How mad he had been to leave Jerusalem! Or how foolish not to have gone elsewhere, in gentler places, with soft winters and cool summers. Why these Greek sho
Abba, Father...Abba, Father...10 years ago in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
Abba, Father, Daddy in Heaven!
cuddle me in your tender arms,
I need your comfort!
I become lonely on Earth when I sin,
for that seperates me from Your perfect love,
and makes me vunerable!
I'm sorry for all those sinful things I do,
and I need you so much more,
please carry me in your arms of love!
like a child craving for milk,
I crave your Spiritual milk,
And you're there, as loving parents are!
God the Father is my loving, heavenly Father;
God the Son, Jesus, is my Redeemer, and also closest friend;
God the Holy Spirit is my connection with You on Earth,
and my Fellowship
For You are the One true God,
Perfect in harmony, the perfection of the Trinity,
3 persons in 1, and always my loving Father!
But You're not only a loving parent,
for Earthly parents still die,
but You are my eternal, Abba, Father God...
...and my closest friend!
AliveAlive3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I love the smell of old, battered books
cause they were, when you were
they're steeped in your breath
The air was cleaner
when you were
I didn't manage to be
when your body was
but I feel
like those books
so full of your breath
of your voice
of your soul
I can scratch the door
to the Garden Lodge
with my pain and anger
But the paint under my nails
will be washed soon
I can pour the water from Geneva Lake
into little bottle
and keep it close
to my heart
near this organ
Without this organ I couldn't live
but I could be alive
if I deserve on it
But the shortest way to get to know you
is to hear
to listen to you
Finally meeting FrolloFinally meeting Frollo4 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
I guess my constant messages to the Disney company since last year have finally done something. Frollo finally came out this year for meet and greet during Halloween season.
After attending the Halloween party on the 1st of October, I came to discover that Frollo is, in fact, at Disneyland for meet and greet this year. The thing is we showed up later on for the party and found out he only comes out during the day. Unless I missed him during the rotation, he was not going to be part of the meet and greet for the party. Since being an annual pass holder, I vowed then I would be back to go meet him. I recuperated on Saturday from the party (that was so darn fun by the way) and then went back on Sunday, October 3rd.
The weather decided to finally be cooler. The humidity started off sticky, but it got better as the day went on. My sister, Sabrina, and I first bought an autograph book for my friend Kara and then we made our way to the villain area near
BaseballMe: *Grabs a bat & some baseballs* Come'on peoples!!!! We're gonna be late!!!!Baseball3 years ago in Comedy More Like This
*Jamie & Michael walk downstairs*
Freddy: *Walks up behind me* Where are you goin that you look so sexy?
Me: The park.
Jamie: To play baseball!!!!
Michael: It was THEIR idea...
Freddy: I didn't know you play baseball?!
Me: What?! You've been in my closet a few times now! I know you saw this uniform! What did you think it was for?!
Freddy: *Blushes* Um.... not baseball...
Me: You're a perv Freddy.
Freddy: Thank you.
Jason: *Walks in room* You look cute, Em.
Me: Thank you, Jase. See?! Why can't you ever say I look cute Freddy?!
Freddy: Cause you're sexy!
Michael: Can we please go?!
Jamie: YEAH!!! I'm gonna beat Uncle Michael at baseball!!!
Michael: Yeah, sure, whatever?.
Me: OK, let's go. Are you comin, Freddy?
Freddy: Really?! I can?!
Freddy: ALRIGHT!!!!! *Runs out of the door*
Me: He's such at pervert!!!
Michael: You do realize you had a bat in your hand the whole time he was infro
Hellraiser: Dangerous GameDangerous GameHellraiser: Dangerous Game5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It had been a long day for Kirsty as she was walking back towards her apartment after what seem like forever and wanting nothing more than to take it easy and relax.
Today seem to have taken the life out of her after having to attend her husband's funeral and then having the after party to attend, taking everyone's grief and support before everyone finally left and she was allowed to go home for the night.
The whole place seems so quiet and empty, almost void of any life at all now with her husband dead and she a grieving widow left in its' place.
Well not so much in grievance, more like glad to have finally get rid of that scumbag she had called her husband. And good riddance, she thought as she step in and went towards the kitchen to grab herself a cold bottle of wine.
She stood in front of the fridge and saw the picture taped there of her and Trevor and taking it off the door and holding it in her hand.
She could not believe what a fool she'd been thinking she knew ab
When the Laughter diedWhen Laughter DiedWhen the Laughter died4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I never knew you as a person but I saw your heart.
I didn't know you very long but it felt like an eternity.
No one can lay beats like you do or ever could
They could try but would fail
You cared about others bringing laughter into their lives
There was nothing you wouldn't do to make people smile
you even chased a duck and ran amok
you yelled at cars and drank (a lot) but deep inside you stayed strong.
One day you write you know what's wrong with your health
(it probably) can't be fixed but you cared less about that and wealth
you finished it and said "My last."
Then 3 days later you passed.
You knew your time had come but you didn't want us to see you suffer
so you ended it quickly after your last supper.
The others heard of your death and many tears had fallen
I only shed one but many more were callin'.
It took a while to find out what had happened
but even then we prayed you would find your paradise.
These words are written for you and you alone
sunset danceJean Valjean and Fantine sat under their willow tree watching the sunset together. It had become a ritual for them, and a highly cherished one.sunset dance4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Thank you, Jean," Fantine whispered.
"For coming out here with me every night."
"It brings you joy."
"Oh, Jean!" Fantine smiled. "You must do things for yourself every once in a while!"
"There was a time when I lived only for myself, and I was miserable. Now I am dead, but I live again when I am in your presence."
Fantine opened her mouth to say something but was cut off by the sound of a flute. "Jean, do you hear that? Isn't it just lovely?"
"Quite," Jean Valjean nodded.
The Blonde stood. "Will you dance with me?" she inquired shyly.
"I don't know how," he lied. He did know how to dance, and he knew that the flute's song called for a very intimate dance. He did not consider himself worthy of such a thing with a woman as wonderful as Fantine.
"Please?" she asked, her large blue eyes holding the innocence of a new day. Jean Valjea
an eternity to understand"I don't understand, Valjean," Javert said to him. The two of them and Fantine were sitting around a small table. "Why are you doing this?"an eternity to understand4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Doing what? We're just talking."
"But why does it matter?"
"Monsieur, we're merely curious," Fantine replied gently, touching his hand. Javert took a sharp intake of breath. Fantine sighed sadly and removed her hand from his, taking Jean Valjean's instead.
"And why wouldn't it matter?" the former convict inquired.
"This is all just an illusion, isn't it? Surely I'm going to hell."
"Why would you think that?" Fantine asked, rather affronted.
"Mam'selle, I committed suicide."
"You're a good man," Fantine told him weakly, leaning closer to Jean Valjean, who put his arm around her (Very shyly, though, Javert noticed.).
"Hardly," Javert scoffed. "A good man? You mock me, Mam'selle Fantine."
Fantine's eyes grew wide. "No, Monsieur l'Inspecteur! I would never even think of doing anything of the sort!"
"You are still afraid of me. What do you think
Horrible Horror Family*1428 Elm St., Springwood*Horrible Horror Family4 years ago in Comedy More Like This
Me: Hey Freddy, Freddy, Freddy, Fred, Hey, Hey, Hey Fredward, He-
Me: Can you help me with my Algebra...?
Freddy: And why should I?
Me: Hey Freddy, Freddy, Freddy, Fred, Hey, Hey, Hey Fredward, He-
Freddy: Okay, you made your God damn piont, what?
Me: If 2x/3Y is the same as 1*4/4 then what must be the value of X?
Freddy: What the hell happened to the numbers!?
Me: You have to slove for them...idiot.
Freddy: Hey, look someone else!
Me: *Glomp* Hey, will you take me to Jordan's house?
Michael: *Shakes head*
Me: *Grabs throat* Let me rephrase that, Take me to Jordan's house...
~Later at Jordan's house~
Me: Come with me to Camp Crystal Lake! Please!!!!
Jordan: Okays! MOM! IM GOING WITH AMANDA AND SOME SERIAL KILLERS TO A DESERTED DANGEROUS CAMP WITHOUT ANY HELP WITHIN MILES AND A LOW BATTERY ON MY PHONE!!! SEE YA LATER!
Michael: *shakes head*
~to the c
Awesome things my friend foundAwesome things my friend found4 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
When the members of Queen lived together, they used to buy marijuana mixed with jasmine tea to get high (separated from the normal tea). Freddie didn't go near drugs and was unaware of the whole situation when he made some tea and unsuspectingly got himself high. He felt stupid for falling for that and wanted to get back at someone. One night cops came because the neighbors complained for excessive noise and he decided to make them some tea......
Freddie used a piano as a headboard for his bed and taught himself to play the piano backwards so if a song idea popped into his head when lying in bed, he could reach backwards and play it or record it.
He collected stamps.
Once, during Ibex's heyday, Freddie walked out from the band's bus decked out in head-to-toe white satin and that fur coat - only to find himself in the midst of a group of very sooty coal miners. He screamed, jumped back in the bus and slammed the door.
According to Mick Rock, Freddie's protrubent front teet
To Be Loved"Chucky," Tiffany said while she was laying in bed with him. " I love you."To Be Loved4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Yeah yeah.I know" He replied.
Tiffany always knew Chucky wasn't really an affectionate guy. He didn't show emotions towards Tiffany, even though he knew he really loved her, "Good night, Tiff." He said as he turned over and closed his eyes. Tiffany said nothing. She wished Chucky would show more affection towards her. The only time he seemed to to be affectionate was when he wanted sex.
The next morning, Tiffany got out of bed while Chucky was still asleep. She went downstairs to make breakfast. She heard Glen come downstairs.She smiled.
"Good morning hun. Hungry?"
"Morning mum.Yes very."
Glen sat down as Tiffany placed a plate of pancakes in the middle of the table.
"There you go hun.'
"Thanks Mum." Glen dropped a couple of pancakes onto his plate and covered them in syrup.Just then, Chucky came down.Not even saying good morning to his son or wife. He just took a few pancakes and went to the living