The OriginalAnd so here we were in this jumbled place Mr. Wonka calls his inventing room. I already got the Everlasting Gobstopper that Slugworth asked for so I'm home free.The Original7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Violet Beauregarde the 3rd golden ticket holder thought as she walked over to a very weird contraption, fate had something in store for Ms. Beauregarde. She is wearing a light blue pantsuit with a wide red belt.
"Now over here, if you'll follow me,I have something rather special to show you."
"Well, it's special all right. I only hope my veruca doesn't want one." Mr.Salt jokingly said. I thought of saying something but she wanted to see what the machine does.
"What a contraption!" Mike Teevee said
"Isn't she scrumptious? She's my revolutionary, nonpollutionary, Mechanical wonder. Now, button, button, who's got the button?"Wonka asked.
"It's over there." Charlie answering Mr.Wonka.
They went on talking but I was too busy looking at this thing looked like a bunch of odds and ends, I bet it doesn't do anything." Vi
2nd Tour 3: Two up, over-easyWarning: Some girl to... something else TF. Expansion, inflation, etc. If that's not your cup of tea, please move along.2nd Tour 3: Two up, over-easy4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Bucket led five very frightened girls out of the inventing room. After the "indicents" that befell Becca, Nicole, and Paula, only Amy, Tina, Erin and the twins Sara & Kara remained. Despite the calming chemical cocktail the ladies were inhaling, the fear was palpable. Bucket's assurances notwithstanding, each girl secretly feared that she would be the next to be transformed into some sort of human/fruit/confection hybrid.
Bucket led them down a long hallway, and when they reached the end, they were again looking at the chocolate river. A dock ran from the hall's end at least twenty feet into the current, which appeared to be moving quite a bit faster than when the girls first saw it lazily flow through the Chocolate Room. The river was flowing down what look
The Night We Ran Out of VodkaDisclaimer: This is a work of fiction. The historical events portrayed are used in a fictional manner. All of the characters herein are a product of the author's imagination, or are used solely in a fictional sense. The author owns exclusive rights to this work.The Night We Ran Out of Vodka9 months ago in Historical More Like This
Note: Though this takes place in Russia, as the story is written in English, the dialogue is also written in English.
Note 14 February 2015: “Sven” has been changed to “Alexei” due to the historical culture in order to attain more believability.
The radio crackled as Alexei turned the dials, scratchy static echoing around the room. He stopped the needle at the station where news of the front had often been broadcast. Pulling his hands back, he rubbed them together quickly for some friction, not willing to waste any of their small coal supply for the chill in his bones at this early hour. The thin woolen gloves did not provide much warmth but he dar
Thats Not Right.Kate sat in her living room with her boyfriend Mike. Kate, an average sized girl in her twenties had everything going for her. She had recently purchased a small top floor apartment.Thats Not Right.6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Kate was a blonde hair, blue eyed wonder. She was stunning as Mike called her. Her only downfall was her addiction to candy.
Mike and Kate had been together 5 months and still going strong.
What Kate didn't know, sitting on her couch that night, was that something big was going to happen whether she liked it or not.
Kate was wearing black sweatpants that were quite snug on her legs and backside. And a white tank-top that she had tucked into her pants. Her long blonde hair is straightened and is flowing down her back. She is wearing no shoes, and curled up resting on Mike's arm watching TV.
"Hey hun...." Kate said looking up with her blue eyes at Mike.
"Yeah Babe?" Mike answered.
"I know we're both comfortable... but I'm kind of hungry." she said with a smile.
"Oh, well I don't mind getting up if you're com
rawtake backraw7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
your pretty love
until my lips bloom
scrape me raw
this itch until
National Profile: The American Empire (Scraped)National Profile: The American Empire (Scraped)2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Official Name: The American Empire(2039-2066)
Alt names: The United States of the American Empire,
Empire of Greater America, The Empire
Predecessor: United States of the Americas
Successor: The Empire of the Morning Star
Motto: E Pluribus Imperium
Royal Motto: As God is our witness the stars are ours!
National Anthem: Our Empire Forever
(Code Geass soundtrack "The Master")
Imperial Anthem: March to War
Capitol: Washington DC
Languages: English(official), Spanish, Portugese, German, French, Arabic, Hebrew, Filipino
Religion: American Christianity (State Church)
Other Religions(recognized): Islam, Judaism, Buddhism, Lastatism
Population: 4,300,400,200 (2100 census)
Government: Federal Absolute Monarchy
- 2039-99 Augustus Caesar I
-2025-89 Octavius Thatcher I
First President of Council:
(General) Richard Marshal
Legislature: Imperial Congress
-Upper House: Imperial Court (Senate)
-Lower House: Council of Representatives
i really want to...i allowed the word to curli really want to...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
against the ceiling of my mouth.
cradling the absence of a
storm that never came
roosting over rafters of a
note stretched far too long.
seeping through my teeth and
pulling moisture from the rain.
What a Nazi has to say about free speech:icondak-rommel::iconsaysplz:The difference between people on the center/right wing and even far-right (not Neo-Nazis/supremacists etc.) and communists, 'Social Justice Warriors' and generally people on the left (who are actually far-left but don't realize it) is that we actually support free speech immeasurably more than them.What a Nazi has to say about free speech9 months ago in Philosophical More Like This
They are hypocrites, for they will not cringe at all when laws that supposedly ban the "glorification of 'Nazism'" (whatever that means) are passed yet who here can claim that they would act in the same way if equivalent laws were passed for Communist/Marxist ideologies? Even a 10yearold with moderate reasoning could figure out that they support censoring their opposition under the pretext of "racism" and whatever yet somehow THEY are supposed to be the advocates of free speech? (Yeah, we all know how the critics of Lenin, Stalin and Mao ended up. Even Trotsky could not escape Stalin's long arm of the world's best ideology).
It's funny how people like myself and
The Punishment of MarkThe Punishment of MarkThe Punishment of Mark7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Mark was a bully, part of a gang who loved to pick on others because they were unable to defend themselves very well. He lived with his father in the bakery, and usually got a yelling at by him for the amount of complaints from the community and how he should help the community, not terrorise it. But helping out the community wasnt as much fun as terrorising it, where do you get the reward?
Its not the prize, its the taking part which counts. His father would always tell him. It made him sick. He always got the reward from the terrified faces of the victims, the thrill of excitement about avoiding being caught.
One of the most prized victim for him and the gang he went around with was a weak, girly boy named Max. It was always a delight to see his terrified face when they approached him. But he always had that David guy that hung around with him. They stayed clear of him until their last encounter, when Max just disappeared all of a
Villager's Smash-Out!! PROLOGUE"SMASH WOMEN'S BOXING FEDERATION, A COLLABORATION WITH THE WVBA/CRAFTED BY THE ONLY PRINCESS THAT MATTERS/WILL BEGIN A WEEK FROM NOW/SIGN YOUR NAME ON FORM BELOW TO ENTER"Villager's Smash-Out!! PROLOGUE11 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
The green-clad Villager overlooked the flyer, eager with anticipation for the day's events. As it turns out, it actually HAS been a week since that flyer came out, and our protaganist just so happens to have a boxing match; her first ever.
"I've tried to do as much training as I can...I hope I'm ready!" she thought to herself as she slapped a red pair of boxing gloves onto her taped hands. She was a mayor once; but for now, she's a boxer.
She walked down the ramp to a roar of cheers. As she waved with her red gloves, she slipped into the ring and was directed into her corner by the oddly silent referee with a weird green cap on. All she had to do was wait...
And there her opponent was, and...what the heck is that thing? It's like a weird...white and green...puppet object. Behind it was a woman in white carrying a pur
Katie The EggWith a groaning, ominous creak, the oversized door opened into the grandiose mansion. In walked the maid and housekeeper, Katie, supplies in hand for yet another day of house upkeep. The door closed behind her slowly as she gazed upon the oversized mansion lobby. In what could be shown as a valuable testimonial for her services, nothing seemed to be out of place nor in a state where excessive cleaning should, or could, be done. Still, she had a duty to uphold as the house's resident had already paid her handsomely with better than twice her usual rate.Katie The Egg1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Katie, dressed in her usual maids uniform, a black and white ensemble outlined by matching coloured frills and a short skirt for the ease of movement (especially handy for those hard to dust areas under antique furniture), started to traverse the house with duster in hand and the clacking of her black high heels following. Thanks to her doing her job so thoroughly during the first few days of employment, she needn't do much. She could qu
UndoingsWhen your mouth moves I rememberUndoings7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
what it felt like as I rushed to flip a page
and sliced my hand on the edge of words.
Every syllable you murmur in my ear stings
I am four again. I will not breathe
until you untangle me slowly
from you, from your own undoings
that have become the paper wrappings
around the bird-cage of my heart.
Eyes1Eyes6 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
You are my mystery,
I cant tell you what I see
when you gaze at me.
Im lost in our dialogue,
lapped by our wordlessness.
Eyes speak quietly,
yet to be explored.
Desire like electricity,
Lightning flash between our eyes
These empty eyes
have seen too much. Once they smiled,
dancing, full of life.
Now they stare from blank faces
white as kabuki make-up.
The destructive trance
of war has stunned them, their youth
has been stolen away.
These eyes, still living, able
only to see shades and death.
Valentine's Day 2010Valentine's DayValentine's Day 20106 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A Tf story
Lorelei sighed as she marked off another day on her calendar. Tomorrow was the couple's day, Valentine's Day, another day where she would be alone again. She looked to her mirror and looked at herself, seeing her long fizzy brown hair curl around her face, her thick black rimmed glasses covering her freckled cheeks and her hazel-gray eyes. She was cute in her own sort of way but was probably a little to "academic" for the shallow crowd that occupied today's high schools, and she couldn't help but feel a little ostracized for being who she was. She focused on her studies because it was all she could do since her social life was little to non-existent. She wasn't one for make-up and all the fuss it takes just to be presentable for someone to notice and she hoped that eventually the right one will show up and like her for who she is.
Anyway she thought Valentine's Day was another scam by the retailers to get some misguided guy to pony up some extra money jus
InsaneTwisted the Mind.Insane12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Distorted thoughts in me.
Changed I am now.
Multiply the personalities.
Crazy is the word.
Sane I am not.
Lost is my mind.
Scare you I will.
More of me?
Maybe just less of you.
Tormented in my own head.
You cannot realize,
A Song Of LoveShe pauses a momentA Song Of Love6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
at the window, surveying
the spread of rooftops.
The long summer dusk
lingers. She feels how
she balances on the edge
of gathering night.
She closes the curtain
swiftly, shutting out
the swelling darkness.
The room behind her
glows with subdued light.
She spends her evenings
alone with her solitude,
an imaginary brute
she has almost tamed,
still it sprawls among
the many trophies
of her collecting
to all but the dumb
anguish of which it
borrow her passion
from her stereo,
As Pears expresses
What Britten felt for him.
Her life has formed one
long regretful sigh.
She wonders sometimes
how so much has passed
Moon StruckGalileo examined the stars at night,Moon Struck4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
he used his telescope. What a sight!
His priest refused to look. Alert to heresy,
he was terrified of what he might see.
ImpulseI stood impassively besideImpulse6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the open grave, as though
I had forgotten who had died,
my face blank as a headstone
that has yet to be inscribed.
There was no more you, nor would
there ever be. Unlooked for solitude
was burying me, unseasonal snow
entombed the pleasure garden
we had planted and shared.
I held the unseemly impulse in check,
that might have thrown my body
to the bottom of the pit where
your corpse was lying neatly boxed.
Instead I dropped in my watch,
useless now that time had stopped.
wakefor a longwake6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is no one
Dairy Idol (Cow TF TG)It had been a long grueling day out in the desert, and as usual I was on my own. I was travelling with a group of fellow archeologists in order to check out an old tomb for some possible hidden treasure and artifacts. Unfortunately for me, I was stuck navigating this hot and musty old ruin by myself! My group had chickened out after watching The Mummy the night before, and decided against following me into the ruin. I made my way through the decrepit tomb, looking for some sort of special treasure to bring back. Sadly, searching ruins isn't as glamorous as they make it out to be in movies. There aren't any large caches of treasure, mystical artifacts, or Daedric weapons situated anywhere. It's a good thing that's the case, I'd hate to be transformed by some kind of weird magical artifact again!Dairy Idol (Cow TF TG)1 year ago in Sketches More Like This
I wandered through the ruins, and looked about for anything worthwhile. Finally, I found a strange room in the back of the ruins. Sitting in the middle of the room was a glistening golden statue
Sticks And StonesNothing sticks, and stones are frequentlySticks And Stones7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
dislodged by stumbling feet. They tumble randomly
down the steep slopes of forgetfulness.
Little here is what it seems.
all memory of setting out, with ambitions mapped,
with routes and schemes, has long since faded.
In flashes of lucidity he thinks he can remember a compass,
he believes that once he had been able to navigate by the stars.
That was all before he turned his back on direction,
tacitly admitting he had lost his way. He still sleeps by day,
but only to escape the glare of the present, tense
with threats and dangers he no longer understands.
By night his progress is erratic, bearing no resemblance
to all his long forgotten plans of conquest. He meanders
through the moon-scorched hours. Angry dreams
waylay him, unforgiving voices rant. In place of silence
he fills the night with the tat
Don't Drink the Water"And here we have the level 5 tech weapons armory," explained the monotoned Galvin tour guide showing Kevin, Gwen, and Ben through one of the Plumber recruit training centers. Or at least he was supposed to be.Don't Drink the Water4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Gwen suddenly turned around looking concern. She had noticed that there had been no wise cracking, complaining, or boasting for the last few minutes. "Where is Ben...?" She said obviously annoyed. "Bathroom?" Kevin said more concerned about the weapons cache and checking out Gwen's behind then he was in tracking Ben.
"You aren't sure are you..." she said glaring at Kevin. "Um...no..." Kevin responded guiltily. The galvin jumped up on Kevin's shoulder. "If I might interject, I think we may have lost the wielder of the Ultimatrix somewhere around Automated Dehydrated Consumables Dispenser," their guide droned on. "The what?" Kevin asked confused. "I think he means the mess hall," Gwen said face palming. The three quickly made their way back to the mess hall.
As they entered, they
Wevbn2000 Commission number 2"Move," the woman with the brown curls commanded irritably. Surprised, the elderly woman in front of her turned and blinked from behind her thick glasses.Wevbn2000 Commission number 24 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I'm sorry, young lady, these old bones can't move any faster."
"Then at least get out of the way," the woman scoffed, pushing past the old lady and stalking toward her seat.
Peggy frowned and checked the roster. Sue van Howler. Cripes. Everyone had heard of Sue van Howler; debutante, spoiled rich girl, all around horrible person who bullied everyone in her way, just because daddy gave her an allowance that was easily half the worth of a small country. To Peggy's shock, she realized that nobody was sitting near van Howler… probably because she'd gone and bought an entire row of seats, just to ensure that she didn't have to sit next to anyone.
"I don't know what kind of airline this is, anyway?" Sue van Howler complained loudly to no one in particular. "I mean, what kind of airplane doesn't have fi
Story Concept: Far From CuteStory Concept: Far From Cute4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Welcome to Adoraborealis: the happiest place in the universe.
This is no idle boast. It is the most joyful, prosperous, friendly location in all of reality by function and design. The prime species, Fluffykins, are kindly, generous, fun loving and utterly guileless with a nigh fanatical devotion to good will, sharing and friendship. The deity-like being Pixxie has long maintained the perfect harmony of the seasons and weather as well as personally devoting what time she can to solving her subjects problems. Everyone is content with their lot, live peacefully in their means, and regard each other and life in general with equity and jubilation. Even the unruly fauna of The Hinterlands is rarely enough of a nuisance to break the day-to-day celebration of life.
Adoraborealis is the brainchild of animator/visionary Marlowe Sterling, who wasn't quite expecting his children's show Wonder-Full to be so successful. Some how this little guileless series has found an audience among every key d