LocoLyrics: Etoule Pucoratteyellow: Kirashuku yankiruchu pochankku, borashika jupasipa nochichiLocoLyrics: Etoule Pucoratte5 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,
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
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
~ -:- ~
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
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
Sues: A DocumentaryMary Sues: The Terror of Our GenerationSues: A Documentary4 years ago in Comedy More Like This
(spotlight falls upon officially dressed Narrator at center stage. Dramatic starting music plays)
Narrator: Our time. Is a time of terror. Our world is one of uncertainty, fear, great deals on car insurance, and horror. Everyday when we wake, we know that the second we step from the safety of our bed and our Invader ZIM footie pajamas, we will be faced by the harsh, vile demon spawn who haunt our daily lives. And by we, I mean teenagers who never took an interest in sports and so spend all day and night on the computer writing fan fictions and watching anime. And by vile demon spawn, I of course mean the prevalent, despicable, dreadful creation that is the infamous (dramatic pause) Mary Sue. (dramatic musical climax, followed by a few seconds of silence)
Audience Member: What's that?
Narrator: Yes, the Mary Sue! The scourge of writers the world over! A Mary Sue, in short, is a character, more than likely female, that is too idealized and poorly d
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."
~ -:- ~
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 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
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
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
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
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 Shop5 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
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 Rant4 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
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?
Crystalline Paint :: PoetryCrystalline Paint :: Poetry2 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.
AlaskaShe reads poetry in her pajamasAlaska5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And laughs when there is no joke
She runs away from the rain
And dances in cigarette smoke
Pictures never capture
The whisps of silver hair
Surrounding her face
And following her everywhere
She never dreams when she sleeps
Only when she's holding booze
She drives around in the prairie hills
With a childish smile
After all, what has she got to lose?
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.
My Heart's QuestionIt rises up above me,My Heart's Question2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Laying here at night.
A question I can't answer,
That has no wrong or right.
Shining in the starlight,
Burning in the sun
I wonder if there's life,
In this thing that we've begun.
My daisy holds no answer-
It simply hangs its head.
The question is in my heart
That cries in silent dread.
Your eyes pour into mine
I wonder if you know.
Is this just an age old shrine;
Will you love me or let me go?
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
How to Dress Up Naruto OC 1of2How to Dress Up Naruto OC 1of24 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Being annoyed about all those 'neko-ear', 'top model', 'school girl' and 'lolita dress' Naruto OCs, I decided to make a guide to help people to make their Naruto OCs more believable and Naruto-like. Before I begin, I'd like to note a few things.
* First, I don't speak English as my native tongue (I'm a Finn), so there may be some grammar flaws in the tutorial. If you note a flaw, you can mention it, and I won't get angry but happy. People learn from their mistakes, and so do I!
* Second, this tutorial deals with just the clothing of Naruto OCs, not about actual creation of an OC. There are heaps of tutorials about it, just go see them! Think of this as a deeper view to the Naruto clothing issue.
* Third, this tutorial is not made to flame those OC makers that create 'un-Naruto-like' characters. I'm just going to tell tricks to make your character more suitable for the series. It's up to you if you want to use them or not.
The hidden royalty Ch. 3The hidden royalty Ch. 33 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
- Hey you! Show yourself and exit from my room, okay? She exclaimed with a falsely brave tone.
The man turned, making his blond forelock twirling, and stared at her with an indecipherable expression. _____ felt awkward being scanned by those deep ocean blue eyes, maybe because that eyes belonged by the most handsome man she had ever seen. He has a light goatee which made think at an age superior than hers or Arthurs. He has blond long hair, strict in a little ponytail by a blue ribbon.
Although she felt really awkward the servant found some courage and continued: - What do you think, in this castle it isn't all yours!
The blond smirked and replied: - Oh, you're right, my dear, although it could be the truth someone said the princes have the kingdoms' keys, you know? And then he winked showing a set of keys; there was also hers in it.
______ was stunned and for two second her heart blocked. "I I said thief at the prince!"
- I-I'm really sorry Lord!
Labyrinth - Reordered TimeI.Labyrinth - Reordered Time3 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
ContinueWhen the world strikes you down,Continue2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When your smile becomes a frown,
When you stumble and fall,
When you wager and lose all,
When the world laughs at you,
When many becomes few,
There's nothing else to do except...
V For VendettaV For Vendetta8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I was nobody....no, no....I was A nobody.
In this dark government , among the faces I was just a face.
I thought I was nothing special...nothing out of place.
You proved me wrong, how totally wrong, I was.
How swiftly you moved...into my life you came boldly!
You saved my life that night...saved me from becoming a statistic.
You must have been moved by my beautiful visage.
Or it might have been my vulnerability crying for justice...
Or you might have glimpsed the hidden strength in my soul...
Strength I didn't even know I had.
How was I to know that reflected in your face...no...your mask was my destiny?
Even as you forced me to grow...painfully...my heart was slowly overtaken.
By you...by the Man behind the Mask.
But you never let me see, touch, embrace you fully.
As if you were afraid of love...as if you were not worthy.
Not worthy of anything but your outrage and vengence...your eventual death.
People would've said that I loved the Idea of you...
But my Heart knew the Truth.
I am Bi