LocoLyrics: Etoule Pucoratteyellow: Kirashuku yankiruchu pochankku, borashika jupasipa nochichiLocoLyrics: Etoule Pucoratte6 years ago in Other More Like This
Jirashiku yachirufu karchekku, barashiku jupassipa topopo (green: noi noi noi, noi noi noi
green: Aranoi panchore pepenios, dochore manchore canchore, chos (yellow: la la la la la la lala)
Chestinara mulchinore pultenyos, denporena porocho panchos (pink: oooh ooh lala, ooh yala)
black: Bo bado bam bam badobado red: oh yo black: badabadam red: alalala lalala la black: ba laladadam red: oh yo
red: Changuraratta kenguruetta ponkrattoi, panguraratta ketterabutta kaprappu (yellow: oooh ooh lala!, oooh ooh lala!)
Changuraratta kenguruetta ponkrattoi, panguraratta ketterabutta kaprappu (pink: oooh ooh lala!, oooh ooh lala!)
pink: Un di pu cli pu di, darfleefe par fi lap zi du (green: nore nore bu bu, nore nore red: lalala lalala la)
Douche meru moi jy cuay la vivant toi, jai la leve la padit pans ont (blue: ooooh ooh lala yellow: la la la la red: lama lamama lamanlala)
All: Cocoreccho pan koraketton, chakaretapaton chur
RecklesslyRecklessly4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A/N: I'm glad to say my other story, Calamity Clarisse, was voted "Most Humorous" on the "Veritas Awards" and, for that, I should thank all of you –my amazing readers, so: thank you so much.
This story has no relation with CC at all, is just a different take at Clarisse and Chris with a lot more fluff (to an extent that it makes me feel kinda awful about writing it, lol) but I hope you like these versions of characters you've all grown used to seeing me writing in a different way.
I hope the fans of shameless romance enjoy this one - though I haven't slept in over 24hrs and I'm not really sure of what exactly I wrote down here. Please, leave a review.
Once again, be warned: This seriously weird. xD
I think most people can't tell the difference between being brave and being reckless. I don't blame them, of course; most of the time, it really is very hard to tell.
I, for instance,
Dear, Clarisse. Count Me InIn all honesty Beckendorf scared me, he could be all sweet and teddy bearish one moment and then just a plain old bear the next. He could also be, like Chris, a total pervert. I didn't have a problem with Chris joking about his 'man-hood' or the fact that I know he fantasizes about me, but with Beckendorf it was different, because he was Silena's boyfriend, so I found it weird when I started pestering him about how manly he was. The conversation started with me patronizing Becks to wits end, like usual. Beckendorf glared at me, "You're having fun with this aren't you?"Dear, Clarisse. Count Me In4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Are you kidding?" I said loudly, "The last time I had this much fun I was nine and was shooting a bird with whatever artillery I could find and/or ask dad for."
He stared at me like I was some demonic form who had just stabbed him with a knife, finally he said, "Shouldn't you be torturing someone else?"
I raised an eyebrow it was the off season for Camp Half-Blood, the summer had just ended and most of the others were a
The life of a MarySue part oneThe life of a MarySue part one4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The life of a Mary Sue
Part I, Mary Sue's point of view
Hello, my name is Mary Lucia Jewel Emerald Kristina Natasha Sue. It is a pretty long name, but my friends just call me Emerald, because I shine like one! Or so, they say. I am fifteen years old. I have lots of friends, of course, but no one as good as me. It's not as if I am bragging or anything. It's just that, it's true. I have waist-long hair the color caramel, and my eyes are blue and as bright as the sun. People also say that I am very skinny and that I have a beautiful smile.
My friend, Haley, says that I have too many talents. That's because, well, I do! I can dance, draw, sing, etc., pretty well! Even when I fart, I am still cool. That's because I am the most popular girl in school. Everyone loves me, because I am precious and I always help everyone out. But it also sucks sometime
Calamity Clarisse - Chapt6 pt2Calamity Clarisse - Chapt6 pt24 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A/N: You are not dreaming, guys. This is an update. Since I didn't feel like the last chapter was funny, I'm assuming that –if you add this one with the last one –you might get a pretty descent humorous chapter. There's a minor reference to "Lost Hero" on this chapter, that being the "charmspeak" – a power Aphrodite children can develop to convince people into doing whatever they want them to do. Silena will explain it better so don't worry if you haven't read the book just yet.
This chapter has a bit of a serious feeling to it by the end so I hope it won't affect your mood a lot and, above all things, I hope you like it too.
Chapter 6: I'm invited to a Family Reunion (Part 2)
"Don't be offended by my frank analysis /Think of it as personality dialysis /Now that I've chosen to become a pal a sister and adviser /There's nobody wiser /No
Stealing Memories: Chapter One"Aymee! Get the hell out of the shower; it's my turn!" The boy sounded furious as he screeched from outside the door.Stealing Memories: Chapter One4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
His name is Tanner; he's the boy who got mixed into my family when my father married Jamie. Jamie Madison. She's a middle school French teacher. I don't hate her or anything like that; it's her insufferable spawn I can't stand: Tanner, Jessica, and Mason.
Wait, let me rephrase this. It's Tanner and Jessica I can't stand. Tanner's younger than me by a year, but he acts like he's my elder or such, and Jessica is just an obnoxious- excuse my language- bitch. I know this seems rather corny, like a bad Life Time drama, but Mason's one of my closest friends. He understands me, if that makes any sense at all.
"What are you a girl? I deserve more shower time then you do." I retorted and turned the scalding water off. There, I hope he freezes.
I mindlessly drag my clothes on and jump out the door brushing past the freak on my way out. I barely heard him yell after me on my way d
Birthnight"I never knew the nights were this long. Before this, I always spent my nights talking with brother about alchemy, about our future...and once we got tired from all the talking, we'd fall asleep and dream of happy things. One night seemed so short then. Now one night feels so... so awfully long." Alphonse Elric, chapter 43Birthnight4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
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Edward Elric loves to sleep.
After all, spending every day traveling, researching, chasing leads and getting into various kinds of trouble can get a bit tiring. And he once heard that getting a good night's rest helps you grow, so what he misses from his issues with milk he makes up for in sleeping hours. (In his reasoning, anyway.) He doesn't care anymore where he tucks in for the night; he'll sleep on anything from couches to cold, hard ground, with only a tuft of grass for his pillow. Arms beneath his head, tucked by his chest or sprawled every which-way, mouth slightly open in a gentle snore, shirt rumpled upwards just enough to expos
Calamity Clarisse - Chapter 6Calamity Clarisse - Chapter 64 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A/N: I'm here! Do I hear a general uproar of joy or what? Lol Ok, guys, this chapter got too long so I split it in two parts what, I'm afrai, might have affected it's humor somehow. I'll be back with part 2 before you can say "Clarisse needs to own up to her feelings already!", I promise. On the mean time though, please read my new favorite story on ffnet: it's a Chrisse story called "Verge", all from Chris' POV and is wonderfully written. I'm actually afraid you'll all give up on this one to cheer for this other story so please don't abandon me, lol.
But do make sure you read it, it's quite amazing. Love,
Chapter 6: I'm invited to a Family Reunion (Part 1)
"Don't be offended by my frank analysis /Think of it as personality dialysis /Now that I've chosen to become a pal a sister and adviser /There's nobody wiser /Not when it comes to popular" – Popular
UWRG: App1: Common Wolf MisconceptionsUWRG: App1: Common Wolf Misconceptions3 years ago in Editorial More Like This
"Wolves have never attacked people before."
Has teeth, will bite! You cannot exclude captive wolves from this sort of statement. Any predatory animal can and will bite under the circumstances. There is plenty of documentation that shows wolves have indeed been known to attack humans, including the natives. This is, of course, taking into account rabid, healthy, provoked and unprovoked wolves. But the main focal point being that wolves HAVE attacked people before. One of the most famous pieces of literature documenting wolf attacks is Wolves in Russia by Will N. Graves and Valerius Geist.
"Okay, but there has never been a documented case of a healthy wolf killing a human in North America."
There are in fact two that recently happened over the past 6 years, Candice Berner and Kenton Carnegie. However, because wolfaboos like to believe that another animal was to blame, here is a quoted passage: "On March 7th, 1888 at New Rockford in the
Ever By Your SideEver By Your Side4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Do you have it all memorized now?" Trisha gazed expectantly into a pair of solemn blue eyes. The little girl nodded.
"Uh-huh. And I won't forget it, ever," she promised, swinging her legs as she perched on the edge of the bed.
"Good girl," said Trisha, a weary but proud smile on her lips. "I knew I could count on you. And remember," she added, leaning forward and raising her eyebrows mysteriously, "you can't tell anyone about this, not even Ed and Al. It's our special secret, alright? Can you keep it safe for me?"
"Of course I can!" The words were hot and stubborn, filled with childish passion. "I promise I won't ever tell an-y-one. Cross my heart. 'Sides," Winry muttered as a resentful afterthought, "they never tell me their secrets."
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They never told her their secrets, instead burying themselves in dusty alchemy books and the mysteries of the universe, driven by blind desire and false hope...and now they have paid the price for it. Ed is eleven and
The Curiosity ShopThe shopkeeper stands behind a wooden counter, elegantly carved and pockmarked with age. He is neither young nor old; there are small transformations in his features and expression, from moment to moment, that make it impossible to guess his age. These changes are so remarkable that, all by themselves, they prevent his face from being forgettable.The Curiosity Shop6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The ceiling of his shop is nearly invisible through a mass of dangling kites from Japan and China. Antique umbrella stands and rapiers in leather scabbards line the floor and walls. The rows of towering shelves are packed with joke rubber vomit and red-hot candies, baskets of delicate seashells and specimens in jars of formaldehyde.
A bell over the door jingles to announce new arrivals, and most days the shopkeeper sees a stream of interested customers. University students breeze through the stacks, humming along with the music coming through their earbuds and flicking their eyes around curiously. Occasionally they stop moving completely and
Push and Pull - 1A/N: If you know me and you're reading this, then you're probably surprised this is not a comedy, right? Yeah, I know. I've been meaning to write a Thuke story for a long time but despite giving it loads of tries I still haven't reached my main goal, I guess. I have had an epiphany about it but, so far, I haven't got around to it. During this last July though, I made three or four of these little very short stories and I decided -now that I've reread them - that it wouldn't hurt to have them published. I count on you guys for reviews and support since I do intend to go on with this for around a few more chapters. I'm posting the first four stories at once -since they are so short - but, please, make sure you give me your opinion on all of them, alright? If you're in the mood for something lighter, please check my other stories; two comedies that go by the name of "Calamity Clarisse" and "Sweet and Corny". I hope you like them as well.Push and Pull - 14 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Leaves and StormsLeaves and StormsLeaves and Storms4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Aren't leaves supposed to fall slowly? Isn't a leaf supposed to dance to the ground with the air swirling around it and preventing the descent?
Isn't love supposed to be like a falling leaf? It's progression slow and hindered by obstacles along the way?
Why did this leaf fall so fast? Was it weighed down by the rain and snow that had lingered in their hearts for so long? What was it?
It was more like a thunderstorm. Thunderstorms are fast and fleeting, both strike by strike, each one lasting only a second, and the entire storm that lingers for only ten or fifteen minutes, thirty at best at best.
Yes, so their love was a thunderstorm, not a falling leaf. Thunderstorms start off quiet and slow and are sometimes mistaken for plain rainstorms at first. Slowly, though, they show their true nature with small rumbles of thunder here and there. Eventually the storm comes hitting full force, the shock of it sometimes knocking people off their feet and causing them to scream wi
RRV: Mary Sue Rant(A man in a red jacket, an arcade Donkey Kong shirt, blue pants, and black shoes is sitting on a couch in a living room.)RRV: Mary Sue Rant5 years ago in Sketches More Like This
Randy.: I feel like ranting. But what is there to rant about? Twilight? No, all that needed to be said was said in the fan brat rant. Jonas Bros.? No, I think they're being phased out by new "talent" so no one remembers them. High School Musical? It's over, there's no point. Justin Bieber? I don't even know who he is, so I'd just be blindly bashing and that's ignorant. My Immortal? It's just a joke. People saying "natch" instead of "naturally"? Too soon. Dang, what is there to rant about?! I've gotten most things that really anger me the most out of the way! Hmm
Camerawoman's voice: How about-
Randy: Shush, you're just filling in for the cameraman until he comes back from the cornfield.
Randy: Ah! I've got it!
"I'm on the Nightrain!
And I'm lookin' for some!
I'm on the Nightrain!
So's I can leave this slum!
I'm on the Nightrain!
And I'm rea
The Life Story of a Mary-Sue 1PROLOGUEThe Life Story of a Mary-Sue 14 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Once upon on a time(Well, actually, only 17 years ago), on the huge, beautiful planet where the king and queen of the universe lived(yes, they are the king and queen of the universe, they rule everyone, including us on Earth), Queen Emerald Sapphire Ruby Diamond Sparkle Perfect Pink Glitter Gem was pregnant. Her husband, the king of the universe, was off on another planet doing some important royal stuff. Then her messenger ran in! "Your highness! Evil people from the planet Villain Land have killed your husband and now they're gonna come here and kill you!" Then suddenly the queen gave birth to 3 triplet girls! "Messenger!" The queen pointed to the first one she gave birth to. "I can tell she is special! Take her to Earth, and take the other two to any planet you want! Give them to ordinary families and give them names that fit on their planet! Goooo!" So the messenger flew away to another planet and people from Evil Land came in and killed the queen and started to rule the u
Alaska Young, As Told by MilesYou're the most invincible, defiant,Alaska Young, As Told by Miles6 years ago in Open More Like This
person I have ever met.
person I have ever loved.
you want to know how to get out, out of the maze.
out of this labyrinth of suffering, labyrinth of pain.
take your white flowers and rush head on into your towers of books.
only one layer between us now, a line blurred by Strawberry Hill and twisted obsessions with last words.
have you finally escaped?
Death, Upon an EncounterDeath, Upon an Encounter3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It's fortunate you're sleeping
(As your race is prone to do)
You won't be frightened, child
Of the things we'll do to you
You won't be waiting for our hands
So chilled and softly white
You'll sink in slumber, blissful
Of your sudden loss of sight
It's strangely sweet, this feeling
That is lurking in my heart
It gives my blood a practice
And my veins a violent spark
I clutch you closely, blessing
What my life can never be
This crux of bones that holds you
Your fresh mortality
It's fortunate you're living
For the living never die
Their souls breathe on forever
Like a perfume of the mind
They do not rest, like Hades
In the dungeons of the earth
But sanctified, they wander
Into still a better birth
I am not living, child
Nor do I rest in peace
My gravestone has no marker
My soul is not at ease
The heart that burns as fire
Seems to set this hell ablaze
I know naught of compassion
But the love that's in your face
Too Old - SarahJust because you stop believing in something doesn't mean it no longer exists.Too Old - Sarah3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
She was too old for fairy tales. Too old for pretty lies and make believe. Fantasy didn't thrill her anymore. All the promises had been offered and she'd blithely grabbed at reality in a bid for control. She'd bartered her brother for a moment in another world; she'd given up the other world to bring her brother home. But there had been lies. Oh, so many beautiful, wonderful, enticing lies. Like the sirens of old, singing to the sailors who came too close, the words tried to sweep her from her feet. Dressed all in white, hair spun in cobwebs and moonbeams, she'd almost fallen into those whispered words. But the ticking of time had caught her on the brink. It had wrapped itself around her and reminded some part of her mind what was at stake.
His eyes had watched her, glowing with a magic she'd never truly understand. They had followed her all around that room, but his words were what finally caught her
A Christmas WishA Christmas WishA Christmas Wish4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
One-shot. Labyrinth - Jareth/Sarah.
Sarah stared out of the darkened window watching the snow fall steadily in big, puffy flakes into the city streets. The twinkling lights from the Christmas tree behind her tip-toed merrily across the drifts already piling up outside the department store window. She stepped forward, leaning her forehead against the icy glass. The streets were emptying quickly, and very few cars were left on the road. She pushed back from the window with a sigh. She did love the snow, but it was going to make getting home problematic.
She should have known better; she should have called in. But she'd been trying to get a permanent position with the store for over a year and she hadn't wanted to blow it now that she had the opportunity. And she had done good. They had asked for something traditional, yet whimsical, something eye-catching for the last shopping weekend before Christmas. She took one last look around he
Are you proud?Are you proudAre you proud?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Of my murder?
Hey, Police! He's here.
Percy Jackson and Annabeth 13Percy Jackson and Annabeth 13Percy Jackson and Annabeth 136 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I saw Thalia run into her cabin then after 5 minutes she came running back out and ran into the Athena cabin. I was scared for some odd reason, so I shut the door and locked it, I backed away slowly to my bed. Why was I so scared, I didn't even know what I did. So I decided it was nothing, I grabbed a case of coca cola and headed down to the lake. I know that we're not aloud to have outside drinks, but if you know the right people you can get some. The stoll brothers are the ones that can get anything in here no questions asked for the right price. I wasn't worried that Mr. D or Chiron would catch me because it was a long time before their alarm clocks went off. As I walked by I took notice to my surroundings there weren't many campers out except for some of the Hermes, and Aphrodite kids. I sat down on the peir with my drinks, and
Mary SueThere was once a girl named Mary Sue. She lived in the wonderful world of Fanfiction. Everywhere she went, no matter what the series, she was different, yet always the same. Sometimes she revisited these series, making every boy fall for her once again. The thing each of Mary Sue's forms had in common; they were all extremely cliche, they all were irresistible, they all were perfect in every way possible. But in the world of Fanfiction, Mary Sue often only visited people if she was told by the Mighty Authors, who would create another form for her.Mary Sue9 years ago in Humor More Like This
One day, Mary Sue was in her pretty pink mansion, sipping the finest tea in the most expensive possible cup. She was in her usual form. A girl in a blinding pink dress, with extremely sparkling, perfect, blonde hair, and beautiful blue eyes. She looked extremely beautiful, as all of her forms were meant to be. And from the Mighty Authors themselves came a letter from Above. She ripped it open excitedly, not getting a new job for quite awhile.
Crystalline Paint :: PoetryCrystalline Paint :: Poetry3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In a white room, white walls, white halls
White doors, white floors, a war begins, sans sins
In the midst of chaos and monochrome
Monotone: the tune of his voice; one note
D flat until he screamed himself a sore throat
Monotone: the beat of his heart; one note
Sanity barely keeping him afloat
White waters welcoming
Loving him grew addicting
White words white gestures
In a white room, white walls, white halls
A heart falls and stalls
And it bleeds
Dyes the universe green.
Labyrinth - Reordered TimeI.Labyrinth - Reordered Time4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"You're him, aren't you? You're the Goblin King."
He smiles at the fear that widens her eyes and makes her tremble. He knew she had feared him, no matter what she might say, he knew he hadn't imagined it.
"I want my brother back, please, if it's all the same."
"What's said is said."
Only he sees the sides of the room bowed and distorted, like the walls of a crystal sphere. Only he is not attending this conversation for the first time.
He presents her with the crystal, and his jagged smile widens at the longing that fills her eyes. He hadn't imagined that either. He did have power over her. He does.
He began all this knowing he could win. This time, he knows how. This time, he will.
He has reordered time and turned the world upside down. But this time, it isn't for her.
This time, it's for him.
When Sarah falls heavily to the floor of the oubliette, sending up sparkling dust into the last flash of light before the trap door closes, Jareth smiles.
He does not, howe