Leela To FryYou're an idiot,Leela To Fry4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
you never think twice,
you never think once!
You're immature and childish,
you can't do anything right,
and you're too slow to realize
any of this yourself.
I hate how you're always trying...
trying to "make" me love you.
I hate your pointy hair
and your stupid grin.
I hate that goddamn jacket,
you never wash the thing.
I hate the way you screw things up,
never sticking to plans.
I hate your stupid ignorance,
why don't you stop trying?
Why do you love me?
I don't like you.
Just stop trying.
It's getting annoying,
Don't you ever give up?
Your effort is futile.
I hate the way you say the wrong thing
at just the wrong time.
I hate the way you look at me,
please, just turn around.
I hate the way you act on impulse,
I can never judge your movement.
Don't try protecting me,
I can look after myself.
Why did you save my life?
I said I'd never "come around".
Stop it already!
I hate the way you never give up,
the way you always love me.
I hate the way you act s
All Dogs Go To Heaven I was told when I was sevenAll Dogs Go To Heaven4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
That all dogs go to heaven
This is what momma began to say
When I cried and sat where you silently lay
You were my best friend, out of everybody
We'd play outside and got awfully muddy
Finland X Reader - Love StoryFinland X Reader - Love Story8 months ago in Romance More Like This
You were sitting on the balcony of your house looking at the view. The view from your house was very pretty. You started to zone out for a while. You snapped out of your little world when you saw a teenage couple walking on the sidewalk. They looked like a very happy couple. The scene made you have a flashback of how you met your guy…
We were both young when I first saw you
I close my eyes
And the flashback starts
I'm standing there
On a balcony in summer air
** (Name)’s POV**
I was thirteen years old and when I moved to (City Name) in (Country). The sun was setting and I was sitting on the balcony watching the sunset. The summer breeze blew through my hair and sends warmth through my body. Then a figure appeared in the corner of my eye. I looked over and saw a blonde boy about my age sitting on the balcony at his house
Bump in the night - Part 1Bump in the night - Part 16 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
FUTURAMA: BUMP IN THE NIGHT
CAPTION: [in alienese] NERDLINGERS UNITE!
An eerie light was set upon the street of New New York; Halloween drew near. Priests filled the streets shouting something about repentance, or maybe it was re-pent ants. Sales in garlic and wooden stakes increased as well as sabotage to ladders and inside umbrellas. But people still flocked to get pumpkins, real, plastic and illegally produced. Excitement built in the average family, the prospect of sweet gifts and a chance to pull a prank without worry of any dangerous holiday mascots such as Robot Santa Claus or the Zombie Easter Bunny.
Though no one could have been as exited as Professor Farnsworth; he had been growing pumpkins with a growth enhancement and was about to make a breakthrough in pumpkin technology. What disappointed him though, was the fact that nobody cared.
Im sick of pumpkins! Fry whined to the professor. Cant you use something like peaches or hamsters or suga
All Dogs Go to HeavenI pushed myself too hard aheadAll Dogs Go to Heaven8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I felt free from prison and joyful
Until I was murdered in my place
I soared swiftly to the heavens above
I found myself there eventually
Finding out the truth for the reason I was there
I felt a burning fire within me
As I was lusting for revenge
I turned life back, and fell back home
There was no turning back with the voices
Echoing from behind
I climbed out of my deathbed alive
Shaking cold and gasping for air
I avoided the voices following me from the dead
I was back home where I could start my goal
I encounter my friend, and others to use
Using for business, as I continue to seek revenge
I dealt with irony and dramatic moments
I practiced to be who I really wasn't to please others
The night I last dealt with my friend and a tool
Was the night that my life would eventually end,
I ran away to save another soul
It would be either sink or swim
I then fought my old friend's minions and
Tried to make myself strong
I was released free from my ropes with sup
Rhiannon Evans BiographyRhiannon Evans Biography9 months ago in Profiles More Like This
Full Name: Rhiannon Ann Elizabeth Evans.
Why was she named that: Named after her Grandmother ‘Ann Elizabeth Evans’.
Nicknames: Rhi (Most common nickname), Rhian, Evans, Blodyn (Welsh for ‘Flower’), Dami’s girl, Rhi-Ann, The Sidekick, Sweet Cheeks.
Age: Depends on the situation. Most common ages: 16 (Teenage/Young version of Rhiannon) and 26 (Adult version of Rhiannon where she has a family/job).
Date of birth: 28th of January.
Gender: Female (Obvious I know, but had to be said )
Nationality: 100% Welsh and always proud of it.
Languages she can speak: Welsh (Fluently, 1st language), English (Fluently, 2nd language), French (Some words, 3rd language).
Birthplace: Wales, UK.
Brought up/From: A little village in West Wales.
Other locations she’s lived in: Springfield, USA and New York, USA. She moved to Springfield when
Treehouse Of Horror: OuttakesSIMPSONS TREEHOUSE OF HORROR: OUTTAKESTreehouse Of Horror: Outtakes4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
TREEHOUSE OF HORROR I
Bart and Lisa are arguing, after Bart comments that her Halloween story is not scary. Then, in the middle of the fighting, Lisa accidentally drops the flashlight, which breaks and spills out a pair of batteries. They stop and look at it, before looking at each other and laughing, while the cast and crew laugh with them in the background.
LISA: (putting the batteries back in) "Heh-heh, sorry 'bout that."
HOMER: (explaining about the haunted house) "It's only natural there be SOME things wrong with an old house like this. It's a upper-trixer!" (Silence)
LISA: (laughing) "That's 'fixer-upper'!"
They all laugh at that mistake.
HOMER: "It's only natural there be SOME things wrong with an old house like this. It's a fupper-ixer...no, a tixer-rupper...wait, it's--(Puts his palm on his forehead and chuckles) "Forget it..."
DIRECTOR: "Just try again, Homer. It's only one line."
HOMER: "But I messed it all up!"
Sabrina's Offline (Furry Body Swap TG)Sabrina's Offline (Furry Body Swap TG)1 year ago in Sketches More Like This
I had never been a huge fan of online gaming, but whenever a game offers an online mode for free, I'm totally for it. To a certain extent, at least. Playing with people who don't even know how to play the game is bad, but playing with someone who's computer rig can barely play the game is even worse. That's the problem I being faced with at the moment, a person who was two of these things times one hundred. And now, I inhabit that person's body! I'll go ahead and start at the beginning. You see, I had recently joined a server that hosted the classic RuneScape from 2001. I hadn't played RuneScape version 1 in years! I needed a break from my constant body-swapping, and animal transformations.
It was just me in my own body, a bottle of Mountain Dew, a classic game, and a couple bags of skittles. Truly, I was a prince among men! It was good to be me again, sometimes I switch bodies so much that I lose track of who I really am: A gigantic nerd! Now was the time for the ultimate gaming sessi
A Nightmare on Elm Street 8-1A Nightmare on Elm Street 8-17 years ago in Horror More Like This
Lucy ran through the empty school as fast as she could. Springwood College, she has not gone there long, but she seemed to have it pictured perfectly. From the banners and class arrangements, to the colors on the walls and floors. Now, however, she could not make them out completely. The school was dark and Lucy, in her Pjs. She stopped for a moment, heaving in fear. A tear dripped down her face, who was that man in the hat? She knew his name, but just WHO was he exactly? What did he want from her? Neither did she have the answer to, but the sudden thought of him pushed her body forward. The mans guffaw echoed through the halls, reverberating off of the walls, hitting Lucys body and knocking her flat on her face. Something was pulling Lucy through the hallways and dragged her into a classroom. Lucys face beating red, her screams muted. The force from the laughter picked her up and dropped her onto a desk but before she hit, she found herself waking up already seated.
The Secret StashThe Secret Stash4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
James was running out of time. It was already 9:00pm, and he didn't have enough money to buy a ticket to the dance. How else would he get to dance with Cindy and tell her how he really felt about her? There wouldn't be another chance classes will be over soon and he needed an excuse to talk to her. The dance would be perfect; he could be inches away from her and tell her his innermost feelings without a fear of reprisal. It had to be tonight.
He also had to get $10 somehow! But from where? His change jar had been empty for quite some time, in a similar fashion to his wallet. Mom and Dad had gone out for the night, and sis was probably already at the school. Dammit, 9:05! If he doesn't get there soon, Cindy might slow dance with someone else and take off before he even gets there! James was rapidly becoming desperate, he needed $10!
As he was frantically scouring his room for any change he could find, James noticed that his sisters' door was open down the hall. Hey, that's it! Sis
The Caterpillar's CocoonThe Caterpillar's Cocoon2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
This story was inspired by a fantastic picture by Leila Stoat, which can be seen here: The Curious Case of the Neon Caterpillar.
This is my first story in seven years, so let me know what you think - enjoy!
Deep within the woods, miles from any permanent civilization, a place known only to campers, fisherman, hikers, and bears - lived a tiny little caterpillar. Unlike most yellow and black varieties that inhabited the area, this tiny little fellow shone bright with highlight of pink and green, and remained well hidden and invisible to the people that enjoyed the ambiance of his woodland home.
The tiny caterpillar enjoyed his solitude and privacy, but was fascinated by the strange gatherings that would sometimes take place near his home. Strange, wonderful creatures, tall, colourful things walking on two legs, carrying glowing sticks with two arms, would sometimes conve
Looking At Me - PoemDon't look at me with those big blue eyes and the way you act so sweetLooking At Me - Poem3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
For my life belongs to the earth itself, and the poetry it seeks
Don't give me hellos and goodbyes later, or a chat to pass the time
For all I need in my life now, is a word with which to bind
Even so I long for you, knowing you don't long for me
Somehow I don't mean the other things I said, because now you have made me see
A writer is supposed to create worlds, to teach others what it means to care
But I know I would not have truly felt it, if I had not fallen in love with that stare
What is a brony? For many people the term brony has become part of everyday life. but what is a brony? This is just a brief description of what exactly a brony is and what impact the community has on those who accept it and become part of it.What is a brony?3 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Before we get into what a brony is you must first know about the show my little pony: friendship is magic. My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic is a show produced by the HUB and made by Lauren Faust. for those of you who don't know who Lauren Faust is, she was the story writer for the Power Puff Girls, and Fosters Home for Imaginary Friends.
The goal for My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic was to create a show that parents and older siblings could watch with their children or younger sisters and enjoy it. However, many of the bronies watch the show with or without little siblings. Therefore the target demographic was never just 4-10 yr old girls like most people thin
Sister's Little PrincessSister's Little Princess4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sister's Little Princess
I had always been curious about my sister's bedroom. Whenever her friends came over, they would rush up the stairs and slam the door behind them, engaging in secretive girl business. Whenever I tried to join in, she would defiantly throw me against the wall and declare the place 'off limits' to people such as myself. What kind of person was I?
I was a boy.
Banished from these lands, I would never get to experience such amazing things as make-up, gossip, and whatever girls do that makes them so damn loud and annoying. Day after day, I'd see my sister leave her room, the heavy smell of girl closely following her. We'd make eye contact, and she'd step back and slam her door. Out comes the key, in it goes to the lock. The place was a land of mystery.
A mystery, until today.
After having a generously long bathroom break from my homework, I stepped over to the sink to wash my hands. Through the door, I could hear the muffled sounds of a minor commotion
hand me downsApplejack leaned against the golden delicious tree. Exhausted from running and crying, trying to catch her breath and dry her tears. This wasn't how she expected today to go, she had just gotten her cutey mark! But no, as she trotted away from the tree, and the high-noon sun beat upon her naked head, her cutey mark was barely a concern.hand me downs4 years ago in Settings More Like This
As applejack wandered the orchards, she heard the baritone voice of her older brother calling out for her. she had no intentions of letting him find her however, he being the one to start this whole mess with his news...she kept running, and the voice died away, as did her stamina. She must have been turned around at some point, because she found herself right back at the golden delicious tree, overlooking the orchards and the farm...tired, she lay down beneath the canopy and started to cry again.
Beams of dawns light broke through the canopy, shining onto applejacks face and rousing her awake. As she began to stand up she felt tired, hungry and cold...