.:Who I Really Am- Bridgette 5:..:Who I Really Am- Bridgette 5:.3 years ago in Drama More Like This
That voice. Under any normal circumstance, anyone else who would've uttered my name would've gotten a blunt "leave me the fuck alone" and a move on with my day. Today wasn't the best of days, as was the day before that and the day before that one. Come to think of it, it hasn't been a good week. My bitchiness had peaked, to the point where I was even growling at Xavier. I couldn't help it. I've just been so angry with myself, and the situation that I had before me.
But that voice belonged to Thomas Fletcher.
Who hated me to no ends.
What the hell?
I turn around and I see that he looks just as tired as I had saw him last time. The bags under his eyes still pronounce, his skin a shade paler, he still, though, looks as handsome as he always does. My heart stops for a moment, then it begins to beat even quicker. All of my bad emotions... everything. All of it's gone, and all he had to do was say my name.
Somehow, my brain managed to turn itself back on after a brief moment of
RS Esp-. :.: Man Down :.:RS Esp-. :.: Man Down :.:3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Es una noche lluviosa, pero me da igual, no saldré de aquí en mucho tiempo.
No puedo ni imaginar lo que mis amigos, mi novia y mi familia puedan pensar de mí, no tuve ni tiempo de explicar nada, todo fue tan rápido. Lo recuerdo como si hubiera sido ayer, bueno de hecho fue hace una semana.
Mis amigos y yo decidimos salir juntos a cenar y a pasear parecía que sería un gran fin de semana pero no contaba con lo que iba a pasar.
-“Vamos Mordecai sube al auto” me grito Rigby desde la camioneta de Skips.
-“¡Espérame!” Le dije, pues todavía tenía que agarrar algo de dinero y no sé porque pero cuando salgo me gusta cargar una pistola, no se sabe si la necesitare. La estaba buscando, tenía miedo de que alguien supiera que tenía una pistola como pertenencia, la única persona que sabía era Margaret, y solo lo supo porque me sorprendió en una de nuestras cita
llegare a ti 2 XDllegare a ti 2 XD3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Llegare a ti 2
Con las chicas
(Jazz caminaba detrás de Marie intentando convencerla de perdonar a Thomas, pero la chica pelirroja no la escuchaba)
Jazz: "Marie, por favor, - le repetía - ¿no crees que ambos se lo están tomando demasiado personal?" le preguntó.
Marie: "Deja de mencionarlo le dijo aún dándole la espalda mientras seguía caminando y deja de seguirme, quiero estar sola" aceleró el paso.
Jazz: "Vamos, estoy segura de que esto es solo un gran malentendido" argumentó.
Marie: "Pues a mí me parece que el dejó bien en claro como se sentía" apretó no solo los dientes sino también los puños.
Jazz: "¡Suficiente!... se paró en frente de Marie con los brazos extendidos para impedirle que pudiera pasar - los dos se están comportando como niños pequeños, así que ve allá, exígele una d
7 - HeavenThe Shadowlands were a harsh place to grow up in, the eternal night that plagued the lands only tainting it further. Rogue vampires stalked the leafless woods, searching for easy prey whilst werewolves ran free. No one chose to live here; they were trapped whilst humans enjoyed the spoils of Iann, but just because it was an elaborate prison didn't mean that it was all bad.7 - Heaven4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
After a long run in search for some food with some of the other pack members, the Alpha found himself tired as he stretched. His wolf form had faded back to his human, blood coating his naked skin but the werewolf didn't care for his nudity. He held an impressive frame, brown hair caught in ragged waves about his features matching the fierce creature that lurked behind his amber eyes. But although he was a killer, a hunter and one that had performed terrible deeds on others, as he pushed into his cave his expression only softened to one that could have calmed a frightened rabbit cornered by it's hunter.
PnF_Hermanos... O no 30Jeremy: -voltea- ¿Andrea?PnF_Hermanos... O no 303 years ago in Drama More Like This
Andrea: La misma, me dirijia a ver a mi hermano al hospital y te vi desde alla ¿Pasa algo?
Jeremy: Este... No se si deba decirtelo...
Andrea: Vamos... Puedes confiar en mi...
Jeremy: -Suspira- Okey... Tu prima...
Jeremy: Me engaño con otro chico
Andrea: ¿Eh? Quizas estas equivocado... O solo fue algo de momento, siempre a estado enamorada de ti y no creo que sea capaz de engañarte con cualquier otro chic...
Jeremy: Es Phineas...
Andrea: Por eso lo digo... espera... ¿¡Que!? ¡Es imposible! ¿Como van a engañarte con el? ¿Es broma cierto?
Jeremy: No, ambos lo reconocieron, Alan y Ferb lo confirmaron, tambien Isabella, Alan lo estaba golpeando, cuando pregunte por que al llegar admitieron todo
Andrea: ¡Pero si son hermanos!
Jeremy: ¡Lo se! ¡Lo se! ¡Pero ellos no lo saben ese es el problema!
Andrea: Mmm... es cierto
Jeremy: Agh... Ya no se que hacer con esto...
The Simpsons: 10 Years Later - A Bob Con Chapter 1The Simpsons: 10 Years Later - A Bob Con Chapter 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Robert Terwilliger, otherwise known as Sideshow Bob had a frown on his face as he looked up at the banner on the outside of a building that said "Springfield Gamers, Video Game Convention" on it. He sighed as he looked down. "Why did I let myself get talked into this?" he asked in a thinking out-loud way.
"Because if you said no, your only son would throw a fit." came the voice of his younger brother Cecil who was standing beside him. The two had been dragged here by their sons Gino and William who as it turned out were really into video games which the two boys played quite a lot much to their fathers dismay.
"I am never going to understand these things or our sons weird obsession with them, for that matter." Bob stated to his brother as he crossed his arms. "I doubt any parent really does." Cecil added before he started to head inside the building, with Bob following him in.
Inside there was many tables set up and areas with stands that had people on them, talking. "Egad, how do they
Cambio de roles, parte 4Cambio de roles, parte 43 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
-¡YA ERA HORA QUE APARECIERAN, PAR DE HOLGAZANES, MEJOR SERA QUE ME DEN UNA BUENA EXPLICACIÓN O ESTARAN DESPEDIDOS!- grito Benson todo rojo y molesto
- ¿Qué paso yo que hice?- pregunto Mordecai asustado
-¡Benson! Ya te dije que esos no son Mordecai y Rigby que conocemos- dijo Skips
-Disculpen, es la costumbre
-Te pareces mucho al Benson que conocemos- le dije
Después de la confusión, Mordecai y Rigby comenzaron a comentar todos los acontecimientos que le habían ocurrido, nada fuera de lo común en sus vidas, todo se resumía a su vida diaria en la cafetería, cosa que dejo confundido a Skips y Benson, porque ellos decían que Eileen y yo éramos las que trabajábamos en la cafetería, no llegábamos a nada.
-Esto es muy confuso, parece como si se hubieran cambiado los roles, todo lo que me dicen Eileen y tu lo han hecho Mordecai y Rigby, y todo lo que me han contado de la cafetería en realidad te ocurre a ti y
Regular Depression ch 1Regular Depression ch 14 years ago in Settings More Like This
There was a knock at the door at an apartment, where a depressed man lies. He was lying down in his bed, not moving an inch, but wasn't asleep though. It was raining outside. The Apartment was filled with silence. He could hear the rain tapping up against the window shield. It was also cold inside the apartment. The man shivered, also chattered his teeth. He tucked himself under the covers to prevent himself from getting cold, since he didn't even bother to turn on the thermostat.
Another knock was at the door, this time the male stood up in his bed and they got out of it. He stands up very slowly and started walking towards his door of the apartment, about to answer it. While he walked, he past a lot of things and some trash that was in the floor, kicking or dragging it across the floor with his feet, without a care. Some beer cans where on the floor too, also TV dinner boxes, some clothes, and some half used cigarettes. All was kicked,
Pinestar's Choice: Chapter 5Pinestar's Choice: Chapter 54 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Many sunrises had passed since Pinepaw became an apprentice, and he'd learned much in the short amount of time. He didn't have hunting down perfectly, though he chalked that up to Patchsong spending most of her training time teaching him battle moves in the sandy hollow. By this point, he swore most of the pawprints in the hollow belonged to him.
Cloudeye and Redpaw had joined them this morning, much to Pinepaw's delight. For a while he'd grown suspicious that Patchsong didn't want him training with his littermate, as whenever Cloudeye or Redpaw made the suggestion that they train alongside each other, Patchsong would shake her head and say that Pinepaw would learn better one on one. Pinepaw felt that having Redpaw around made him strive to better himself. It wasn't all about avoiding Patchsong's intimidation.
Across the hollow from him, Redpaw dropped into a crouch, his yellow eyes narrowed. "Try and attack me," he said, then quickly amended, "But ke
Poesia frikiEres el kernel de mi linuxPoesia friki4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Eres el html de mi corazon.com
Eres 1024 kb de mi megabyte
Tus ojos brillan mas que mi torre de cd's
Tu corazon.com esta en mi pagina de inicio
Eres el socket de mi CPU
Tu RAM le da vida a mi Linux
Eres el compilador de mi código
El .gif que anima mi vida
Mi MacOSX envidia tu belleza
Quisiera ser tu pendrive para tus USB
Si me dejas hago ALT-F4 a mi vida
Cuando te veo mi ciclo de CPU se acelera
Tu tiene la máxima prioridad en mi lista de procesos
Eres la linkador de mis objetos
Tus deseos son signals para mí
Ninguna gráfica podría renderizar al 100% tu perfecta figura
En la cama eres puro overclocking
Sin ti mi vida sería como una web sin CSS
Eres el cargador de mi I-POD
Contigo no necesito tirar de Swap
Nuestros corazones sincronizan por Wi-fi
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
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
+LfP: Foxbrush's first day++LfP: Foxbrush's first day+4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Letters from Ponyville
+Foxbrush's first day in Ponyville+
by Min-mew aka Andrea
The soft clop of hoof beats near a hill signaled the approach of a young white unicorn. Her sky blue eyes sparked in the early morning light and her deep red-brown mane was pulled back out of her face. A pair of orange saddle bags hung around her sides and on her neck the unicorn had a matching orange scarf which really did seem out of place in the heat of the summer.
She walked slowly, deep in thought and eyes hinting to her inner anxiety. The Unicorn had a brown paint brush for her cutie mark, it had orange bristles and a cream tip, very much reflecting the mare's name. Foxbrush.
Foxbrush continued to climb the hill slowly, when she finally reached the top she glanced around frowning. A pale orange glow glimmered from her horn as a rolled piece of paper levitated out from her saddle bags and unfurled itself. The unicorn looked it over carefully, still fr
Mordecai Y su familia.Mordecai Y su familia.3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Mordecai y el día de traer las familias al parque
Era el día de traer la familia al parque, todos esperaban con ansias a sus familias, Rigby esperaba a Don su hermano, Papaleta a su padre Maellard, Benson a su hermana y padre, Skips estaba de vacaciones (Porque? no se XD)y Musculoso y Fantasmano, en la casa de su NO antes mencionada madre de Musculoso (MAS MENTIRA NO HAY XD). Pero algo estaba mal, ¿dónde estaría Mordecai?.
Si usted es muy sensible a lo triste, es mejor que no sigua leyendo, si no es así, !A LLORAR SE HA DICHO! :iconcryforeverplz: . También quiero decir que esto no es Morby, Mordaret, Mordeson, Rigleen y demás romances . Es, solo un Fan-fic triste y creería que corto, además me gustaría que critiquen ya que es mi primer Fan-fic :iconlaplz: Estoy ta emocionada . Espero que les guste .
Luego de que todas las familias llegaron a las casa en medio del parque, Rigby se dio cuenta muc
LoveLove4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I admit, this is overdramatic. Well, I don't know if this is good? Is it? Comment!
Love, such a simple word. How can such simple word hid the pain and joy you experience? L-O-V-E. I love you, I hate you. I wanna cry, I wanna laugh. Love laughs at you in the face, but also helps you when you are down. It leaves you on the ground, picking up the pieces of your heart on the ground.
Bittersweet, Oh how bittersweet you are. With one gentle push, your heart breaks, and your lover leaves you there and simply walks away. You are left with the heartbreak.
I sometimes wish to hit you in the head with a brick, so you won't cause heartbreak. But, you'll wake up again and start with the heartbreak.
Some people say there is no love in the world, I agree. Love is rare. When love is true to you, cherish it. Because it could perish with a single thought. Many people marry for money. Others are arranged. You tell me one
You, me and my Baby Fanfic CH1You, me and my Baby Fanfic CH12 years ago in Drama More Like This
The sunlight was balancing off the yellow paint of the school wall and was reflecting back into the atmosphere. The grass had that small flacks of water on them and dripped off as the blade of grass could not hold it no longer. A gentle breeze was slowly flowing, just enough to move the crisp brown autem leaves along the sidewalk. The wind picked up now and then and moved everything slightly. The wind was able to move a small soccer ball that had rolled away from its owner in a constant circle. It rolled back to its owner and tilted onto his leg. The owner was a young boy, Preston, he was actually a young snow globe, to be precise. A thin tear rolled down his cheek, onto his dusted, tattered soccer uniform. He made a small sniffle and rubbed his eye with is bruised arm. He was constantly looking down at the floor and slowly swinging his
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
JoJo: Who Could Tell?Who Could Tell?JoJo: Who Could Tell?7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
In the little world of Whoville there are many different Whos with unique personalities and stories. The Mayor was the head of the town, thus explaining his title. For that Mayor had ninety-six daughters and one son named JoJo. He among the other ninety-six girls was the oldest. Despite him being the eldest of the girls, he was the smallest Who in Whoville and perhaps the quietest. He would never be caught with his vocals vibrating with words, for he kept bottled up in his life, not sparing a sound. He may be the most silent Who of them all. He felt enclosed with his father and felt that if he said a thing, he could make their whole world fall. For that little Who thought he could let his old man down for a everything he said. So he kept to himself, no who knowing what he could possibly be feeling. Was he really silenced because of his dad? Or was it the feeling everyone around him was too crazy to understand him? The questions could roll on, but then we wouldn't
TSBtP: Chapter 1Shortly after Doofenshmirtz was arrested and thrown in prison for his crimes against humanity, the citizens of his Doofania Tri-State Area rose up as one against the remaining Normbots that weren't wired to the self-destruct button that was activated.TSBtP: Chapter 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Firestorm Girls were having a field day attacking the remaining Normbots wherever they could be found. All across the Danville, you could see the debris from the destroyed Normbots as they retreated in panic.
At the Googolplex Mall, the two brilliant stepbrothers named Phineas and Ferb were ignoring all the chaos that the fall of Doofenshmirtz brought and were in an abandoned Macy's store which, ironically, was still fully stocked, trying to find a new signature outfit to wear now that they wouldn't have to wear their Resistance uniforms.
"Hey Phineas," Ferb said, knocking on the changing room door. "Aren't you done yet?"
Phineas grinned to himself. "Well, I was about to ask you the same question," the 11-year-old boy replied. "Hold o
TSBtP: Chapter 26TSBtP: Chapter 264 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The next morning started off roughly and only got worse for the Flynn-Fletcher household. Candace didn't feel like eating breakfast with her remaining family. Instead, she passed the kitchen and went straight for the door, ignoring her brother and stepbrother. She closed the door behind her, looked up at the sky, and came to a decision. She began heading for the extreme paintball arena for target practice, not that she needed any, but it helped calm her down.
After the fiasco over breakfast ended up in pancake batter all over and uncooked pancakes everywhere, and Phineas and Ferb were finished cleaning up the mess, they took to the backyard, each pursuing their own specials interests. Phineas was sketching some very complicated blueprints. Ferb, meanwhile, was working on a new melody on his classical guitar. Ferb didn't want to talk to his stepbrother because of the latter's behavior over the past week.
"So..." Phineas said in an attempt to make small talk. The constant strumming of th
Future Meets the Past Chapt. 3---1 hour and 30 minutes later---Future Meets the Past Chapt. 34 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Mordecai and Rigby walked out of their room, a satisfied expression on their faces. They walked over to Madeline and Reggie, and tapped them on their shoulders.
"So, you guys are finally done," Madeline said, as she and Reggie put their game away, and took off their headphones.
"We need to ask you a question," Mordecai said.
"Yeah," Rigby agreed.
"Ok," Reggie said. Mordecai and Rigby were about to walk back to their room, but their kids stopped them.
"Hold up," Madeline said. "We're not going in there. It probably smells like sex in there."
"What do you know about sex?" Rigby asked.
"Not much," she replied. "But I know it smells afterwards."
Reggie and Madeline walked down the steps, with Mordecai and Rigby following behind them. The four walked into the kitchen, and they sat at the table.
"So," Mordecai said. "How did you guys get here?"
"Well," Reggie began, "We had stole-I mean found- a red keyboard in the park. We thought it looked cool, and we cal
Bump in the night - Part 1Bump in the night - Part 17 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
For YouBenson wanted to scream. Those idiots were mad at him? After everything he's done for them, all the second chances he's given them? They had the gull to push him out of the cart about a mile away from the park, and just drive off without him?For You4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Gritting his teeth, Benson began stomping back to the house. "Ungrateful, lazy, idiotic..." As Benson walked, his footsteps softened, and eventually, all the anger was pushed out, leaving exhaustion and maybe a bit of lonliness behind.
After about an hour, nearly sunset, Benson had made it back to the house. He slowly climbed the stairs, and sat down on the couch, putting his glass head back on the old yet still soft fabric.
"Oh, Hello Benson!" Pops said cheerfully, "Care to join our game of cards?"
"Not now Pops," said Benson. He usually didn't mind playing a game with Pops, but right now, he just wasn't in the mood.
"Where's Mordecai and Rigby," Skips, who was also playing cards, asked.
"How should I know?" Benson snapped, "They stole the cart a