What If She Stayed?What If She Stayed?What If She Stayed?5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I remember perfectly the day she was born.
It was cold and dark outside. When I first saw her, I remember thinking, "Oh my god. Is she really mine?" She had the most beautiful brown eyes that were always taking in everything since she was only a few minutes old. Right from the start she was always moving and observing things and loved blabbing in that adorable baby-talk.
She smiled and reached up to me and gave this tiny, happy cry. It was surreal for me. Unbelievable, really. I was afraid, though. What if this was all a dream? I didn't want to wake up, but then I realized it wasn't a dream. It was real life, and I was truly relieved and overjoyed.
Charlie and I thought about naming her Caroline at least that's what we agreed on before she was born. But it just didn't seem special enough, you know? So, finally, I had it. Coraline. C-O-R-A-L-I-N-E. I thought of it myself! I just switched the vowels and we had the perfect name for ou
kiki601's Christmas presentSoft Christmas music played through the house as Maddie hung up another part of the string of tinsel she had wrapped around her arm. As she put up the red glittery tinsel, she couldn't help but think about the holiday. She had been asked countless times what she wanted and she did give the people that asked a list. However, it wasn't a complete list since there was one more thing she wanted that she wouldn't get. Well someone would be more accurate.kiki601's Christmas present3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"And that was a classic we all know and love," The overly cherry DJ on the radio announced, making her smile lightly at how forced it all sounded.
"Next up we have a new song that people keep asking for, so to keep them quiet here it is," That line made her laugh out loud as she finished putting up the red tinsel and grabbing the silver and heading to another wall.
The song that started playing was one of those remakes of a old, good song that wasn't all that bad. She had got three half
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
Attack of the 50ft TwinsWe Start our story off at Springfield Elementry School as the kids are leaving to go home. All the kids are proceeding on the bus.Attack of the 50ft Twins7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Bart: Hey Milhouse!
Bart: take a look i stole from Principle Skinners office!
(bart reaveals a whoopi cushion)
Milhouse: Woah! cool Bart, how did you get that from his office?
Bart: Well i was sent to the principle fro disrupting the class and while old Skinhead stepped out i ransacked his Drawer and found this Baby!
Milhouse: Your my hero! so what are going to do with it? are you gonna prank somebody!
Bart: Just watch and learn 4 eyes! (inflates cushion and places it quickly in the seat behind them) Watch and learn!
(meanwhile the twins Sherri and Terri step on the bus and walk towards the whoopi cushioned seat, they walk past bart waving to them and both turn up their noses. Bus pulls ofSherri move towars the window seat while Terri sits down on the isle seat sitting on the Whoopi cushion. *zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzztttttttttt*
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
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
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 Darry8 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!!
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: Spoiled BratCoralineCoraline: Spoiled Brat6 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
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.
Gravity Falls New Episode Prediction: S2Ep12SPOILERS, SUPREME SPOILERS.Gravity Falls New Episode Prediction: S2Ep123 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
Season 2, Episode 12.
The next episode will be released during the summer, so I figured I just write a prediction now.
“There he was, standing right in front of them all. The man Dipper have been searching for, the man that was shrouded with mysteries, the man that knows more about the strange phenomena in Gravity Falls, the man that written the Journals, the author …. And he’s the brother of his Grunkle Stan!”
Through what he has been through today, the agents capturing Stan, escaping from the agents and sneaking into the Shack, discovering that their Grunkle may not be Stan Pines, and the supposed ‘Dooms-day’ device located within a hidden bunker underneath the shack. But none of that mattered now; the greatest answer to the mysteries of the journal was standing right there.
The brother looked at the ruined lab from the now broken portal machine. He noticed Grunkle Stan instantly
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
I Miss YouWhere are you, Where did you go?I Miss You4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You left me here without even letting me know
You've been gone for so long even time can't tell
I hope you return, cause life without you is hell
I wait until each day set, wondering where you are
I'm eager to see, once again, your smile as beautiful as the stars
Are you okay, are you happy or are you sad
I'm so worried, I might lose the greatest love I ever had
An eternity will not torment me as I await
Nor allowing to lose myself to destiny or fate
I want to be with you, near to your heart
So I can give to you my love, my greatest art
Heroes AND Villains Nobler Than Bart SimpsonBart Simpson is one of the worst fictional characters ever created in the history of mankind. He has no morals or ethical constraints whatsoever. Loyalty is a foreign concept to Bart because he is incapable of showing any towards any person or cause. Bart causes mayhem and destruction just for the sake of causing mayhem and destruction, and he does so without hesitation, restraint, mercy or guilt. Sure, you may be able to name a few nice things Bart Simpson has done, but those nice things are superficial, and when you combine them with all the terrible, rotten, evil things he has done, trying to find the nice things is like trying to find a sparkling necklace in a lake of pure oil 100 feet deep with the surface area as big as the state of Texas. And worst of all-Bart Simpson is a character that we're supposed to like. If you've recently turned against because you have recently read an articleHeroes AND Villains Nobler Than Bart Simpson10 months ago in Editorial More Like This
Fuck You, Positive People. When I post up my art, whether the art is sad or happy or angry, I do it for me. Not for the watches or llama badges. I don't really like people commenting and shoving their sunshine and sympathy down my throat.Fuck You, Positive People.3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
I post something about suicide. So what? So most people's responses are this: 'You have a WHOLE life ahead of you, SUICIDE? NO, what about the life you leave behind? Your loved one's & friends would be depressed & you would've let your Hopes & Dreams Fade into the darkness, which is CHEATING life. I just want to encourage you to succeed your dreams.' What if my dream is to die? What then? HA, didn't think about that, bitch, did you?
I post something about cutting. So what? So most people's responses are this: 'Why do you do that to yourself? Does it feel good? Are you doing it for attention? I could help you, note me if you want!' Hm, does cutting yourself sound like it'l
Mind Games OHSHC Ch.24Mind Games OHSHC Ch.243 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Day 1 before leaving to France
We arrived at Haruhi's apartment twenty minutes later. My first impression of her apartment is amazement of how spacious her house seems to be. Though the rich thinks that it's a bit too cramp, but I for one knows that this is a pretty decent size apartment because I've experienced this back when I was a child. Looking at the house now reminds me of what it was like living with both my parents.
"You have an adorable apartment Haruhi." I said as I walk through the front door, and took of my shoes. I then slip my feet into the house slippers and step up onto the tatami floor. "I'm surprise it's this spacious."
"Thanks." Haruhi said gratefully."Unlike those guys, you're more considerate of my living condition."
I knew she was talking about the Host, and I nodded in agreement. I follow Haruhi towards her living room, and set the books on top of the coffee table, and stood up to stretch my back. My eyes darted towards the family room and then the kitchen.
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
The Devil and Meg Griffin 1Chapter One-The Devil and Meg Griffin 15 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."
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 Ponyboy4 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.
Wrath of Lord DeathI don't own soul eater. This was a request for animegirl2012.Wrath of Lord Death3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The Wrath of Death
Death the Kid walked quietly though the streets of Death City. He was numb, he slightly shaking. Stein was right. No one would follow some reckless kid who decided to party for three weeks straight. He couldn't believe it had really been that long. His father was going to kill him. He thought back to what Stein said. That he needed to go home. His professor, was right. He did need to go home. He knew Liz and Patti where most likely worried sick.
He sighed as he walked though the streets. He hoped his father wouldn't be home, when he arrived. He wanted to fix some of the damage Stein had already done, before his father got to him. He shivered as he thought about how Stein had let him have it. Did he even dare to tell his father? No, he didn't, his father was more likely to give his professor some sort of metal. He finally arrived at Gallows Mansion, he wondered if his father was home. He took a deep breath
The Dangers of smokingI do not own soul eater! A request done for 00buba00!The Dangers of smoking3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The Dangers of Smoking.
"I don't think this is such a good idea." Maka, she would admit she wanted to try to, just to see, but it was very dangerous if someone found out. Especially if that someone was their homeroom teacher Dr. Franken Stein. Her partner looked at her and give her a grin full of sharp teeth.
"What's he going to do give you guys detention." Soul reminded her. "He's just a teacher Maka."
"I'm pretty sure he'd be really mad, though, I mean...what if he finds out?" She didn't want her favorite Professor to know that she was going not only break a school rule but a law too. "If we get caught." She started...
"We won't, remember how Black*star stole his pack the other day." Kid said patting the blue haired meister on the shoulder.
"Yeah, there wasn't much left of time afterwords."
"There was a reason for that." Liz explained. "I'm old enough to buy them. Patty and I kicked the habit a while back, so just don'
The Simpsons: DeconstructionThe Simpsons: Deconstruction9 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
As is usual for an episode of The Simpsons, our story begins in Springfield.
Bart Simpson wrote on the chalkboard "I will do something meaningful instead of writing a fic that celebrates an immortal show." As soon as the bell rang, he went out on his skateboard.
He bounced atop a pile of leaves Groundskeeper Willie was raking on his way, revealing Barney Gumble to be buried beneath the leaves.
We cut to the Springfield Nuclear Power Plant, where Homer once again leaves with a carbon rod under his shirt.
Lisa Simpson is yet again kicked out of music class by Mr. Largo for deviating from the song the class was supposed to play. As usual, she blissfully walked down the halls while still playing her saxophone.
Marge drives home with Maggie playing with a toy steering wheel. Both of them honk their horns, which wakes up Grampa, who was also in the car.
Eventually, the entire family made it home.
Everyone sat on the couch and sighed, as if they had been doing hard grueling work this past 27