UnknownUnknown6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Just for a note. I have no idea where this is going.
A soft groan. The rustle of a heavy blanket falling gracelessly to the floor. Another annoyed groan.
Although the blinds had been pulled down the night before, the brightly shining morning sun still filled the small room with any gap hat it could get though.
Blond spikes stood out sharply from the blood red sheets on the bed as the occupant rolled over onto his back to face the ceiling. He turned his head to the left for a moment to look at the alarm clock on the night stand. With an irritated sign, he pushes himself up onto his elbows, looking around him. Chaos. Complete, unruly Chaos. Boxes everywhere, who knew where anything was.
But this was his new life. No parents. No sisters. No support. And for once No Killer knowing where he was. Bart sat up and moved to get out of his bed, He hadn't realized how much there was to pulling one together until he actually had did it on his own. &
Unknown PT 2Unknown PT 25 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Beep! Beep! Beep!" The alarm clock rang shrilly in the early morning air. An unruly groan left the mouth of the occupant of the room who tried to cover his head and bury deeper into his blankets. But as the beeping continued, the young man sat up in his bed.
"Shit!" he cursed. "I can't be late on my first day!" Bart scrambled to get out of bed, tripping over his blanket that had fallen to the floor in his sleep. He stumbled into the bathroom as he shed his night cloths off, jumping quickly into the shower stall.
After a quick breakfast, Bart grabbed his jacket, slipped into his shoes and left the apartment, triple checking that his door was locked. He walked the distance to the location of his job, and using the key his manager had given him opened up the back door of the small bakery.
When he had gone in for his interview, he had met the manager, the two bakers, and the cashier who he was to replace. The ma
An Ice Heart Melts With WarmthCh. 1An Ice Heart Melts With Warmth5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Hello everyone! This is my first attempt at a Simpson story and I can only say I pray I get the character's personalities down. I know many people don't like the idea of Bob, an old guy, with Bart Simpson who's thought of as a young boy. Well, two things; one, he's sixteen in this story. And two what the hell are you doing reading this story if you don't like it? XD
My idea: At the age of sixteen, Bart Simpson is having a great life! He's got several girls falling at his feet and the boys looking up at him with awe. And a stalker! Oh wait that's not a good. The stalker, of course, being Sideshow Bob watches him through high school. One day near Christmas, Springfield High School goes on a skiing trip; Bob sneaks into the cabin Bart has. Who knew a simple act of Mother Nature would trap them, forcing them to help one another to survive?
The bell rang loud, echoing through the cool crisp air
Who is Sideshow Bob?Full name: Robert Underdunk TerwilligerWho is Sideshow Bob?5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Name meaning (Robert): "One with Bright Fame" -- very fitting!
Position: Master thespian-turned-hardened convict, once second banana on "The Krusty The Klown Show".
Prisoner #: 1211/A-113/24601
Age: uncertain, looks about 36 but no more than 43
Characteristics: Evil genius. He stands out from the crowd with a tall stance and freakishly handsome appearance: red, spiked hair ("weeping willow" hairstyle), and especially noted for his oversized feet. His refined attitude is easily noticed from his sexy, culture-accented voice; along with a beautiful singing talent to match. There's alot of sweet in all that sour. Tends to get emotional. Always scheming exquisite plans against anyone who's gotten on his bad side. Hot in a psychotic sort of way.
Personality: Extremely urbane and poised, with a mind like a steel trap. Arrogant, daring and remorseless, doesn't give half a damn what people think of him and keeps on his feet; but is constantly we
Hank's Last Will And Testament"This is ridiculous. Guys, I'm not doing this."Hank's Last Will And Testament5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Deimos and Sanford both exchanged glances, smirking. "It's so funny how he thinks he's going to win this," Deimos said cheerfully.
"Yeah. He almost has himself convinced."
"Do you really think the Higher Powers would even acknowledge this? Or even allow any need for this to happen?" Hank asked, struggling to keep his anger in check. Murdering his allies, he figured, would not be a great way to start out his morning.
"Something I've learned in this field of work, Hank, is to never be too sure about anything. Who's to say the Higher Powers won't suddenly turn on you? This is a necessary evil, I'm afraid," Sanford finished.
Hank sighed. "I still say it's ridiculous, but fine." He dragged the small laptop towards him and rested his bandaged fingers on the keyboard. "How do I do this?"
"Well, title it for one."
He grimaced, and started typing.
Deimos suddenly jerked the laptop away. "What's this?! 'My will?' The word 'will' is n
9.7i am but a weary passenger9.74 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
might be missing me -
can tell whether this is just a famine
or an infestation,
it's strange how that works -
maybe you are lying beside me
or above me
but i am suffocating -
not one of those things that
you can forget
easily, not quite like -
Nightmare... A Simpsons' ficHe never felt more scared in his entire life. All Bart Simpson could do was run. Run as fast as he could and not look back. The halls seem to narrow and extend longer than normal hallways, as if he were in some twisted horror movie. Was he awake? Maybe he ate something bad and it made him ill to make his surroundings act surreal. Or was he really asleep and this was a horrible nightmare?Nightmare... A Simpsons' fic4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Laughter rang out behind him. Laughter he didn't recognize yet did at the same time. It was distorted, like mixing two laughs together. Almost sounding like a voice that had been haunting his dreams for years and a laugh he had just recently heard. Next he heard chanting... A male and female voice but they were chanting different things in low fast whispers. Dark figures and shadows around him moved across the crimson walls as he ran.
"...Tapping at my chamber door..." the female voice said through inaudible mutters. "Only this and nothing more..."
"To feed oblivion with decay of
A Simpsons' Christmas (prologue)A Simpsons' ChristmasA Simpsons' Christmas (prologue)4 years ago in Sketches More Like This
Marge: Homie, can you go down with the kids to buy a Christmas tree? I have to do the Christmas shopping. (Christmas the year before had been not much short of a failure due to the fact that Homer forgot to do the Christmas shopping)
Homer: Do I HAVE to??? *Homer moaned*
Marge: It's Christmas tomorrow, and I don't want this family to have another 'crisis'. *Marge glanced sternly at Homer*
Lisa: Can we Dad?
Bart: Yeah, c'mon Homer!
Homer: But I wanna watch the game!
Marge: Homie, please? *Marge waited for Homer's response*
Bart: Nevermind Mom. Just let the fatso watch his gam-
Homer: WHY YOU LITTLE! *Homer strangled Bart*
Bart: ACK!! URRK! GACK!!!
Marge: HOMER! You're going to get that tree and no more television for the rest of the day!!!
Lisa: Thanks Mom.
Bart: Come on big boy! *Bart laughed at Homer*
Homer: Watch it, boy! *Homer opened the front door and walked outside*
Lisa: Can I pick which tree we get, Dad?
Bart: NO! Mom
Confessions Of.. Prt. 1Confessions Of.. Prt. 15 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Scourging pain that jolts through me day to day, as if it really isin't there anymore,
The cold glares from the others locked up like neglected animals daily,
Rumored whispers that shadow the heavily gaurded building that never mean anything anymore.
At least, not in my eyes.
These were only a few of the things that I deal with on a daily bases in Springfield prison. Nothing new, yet nothing old.
All of the older news had long gone passed like the prisoners kept there, and the new ones with their new stories soon died out after a while.
This place is nothing but a mere cycle.
Who am I?
The name means nothing anymore... nothing but dark evil memories.
Memories that anger me and haunt my sleep day and night.
So perhaps may I ask, who you are?
Fine thene. I shall tell you who I am.
I am the one who gives Bart Simpson chills every time he hears of me
I am the shadow behind you that stalks you day to day, hiding the butcher knife innocently behind my back
I am the tattered heart most he
TG Anakin to Queen Amidala (RQ)TG Anakin to Queen Amidala (RQ)1 year ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
After being rejected by the Jedi council for apparently being to old to start Jedi padawan training, Anakin was sitting in his room alone. "Maybe Qui-Gon was wrong, I do not feel like very, chosen." Anakin said to himself. While Anakin thought about his whatever role Qui-Gon thought for him, the council had just gotten word that Queen Amidala ship had lost contact on their way to Sabu. The queen supposed to be at the top of a galactic senate. Without her there however, the other races would be in a frenzy and it could spark an uproar. With no other choice, the council came to there only conclusion until they are able to make contact with the queens missing ship.
A few days later, Anakin was called up by the council for a 'special' predicament. Thinking they were going to finally make him Obi-Wans padawan, he went with them to a secret room. "Anakin, listen to me very carefully, this is most important." Obi-Wan said kneeling down. "Your training will have to be put on hold for a while,
He's Out ThereHe's Out ThereHe's Out There5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"White! White, open up! Hurry, it's an emergency!"
White turned around from her place at the kitchen counter where she was helping her mother with dinner, and bounded to the door. Whatever it was, it sounded urgent!
Grabbing the door knob, she twisted it and swung her door open, staring at her friend. "Bianca! What is it? What's wrong?" White's mother remained uninterested and continued chopping away at potatoes.
"What's the matter?" Bianca shrugged lazily before waltzing in and giving White a mischievous smile. "Nothing's the matter."
White sighed before shutting the door. She should have known better than to have thought something serious had happened.
"Then what was with the commotion?" White asked as she walked over to the living area, seating herself on her sofa. Bianca followed suit.
"Because, I have some news that I think you'll really like." Bianca grinned. "Guess who I saw on TV?"
White's mind remained blank. She didn't have a clue who it could be. "Cheren..
Future Comes Back To Haunt YouFuture Comes Back To Haunt You7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The hedgehogs ears perked up at the sound of his name. He frowned, raising his eyebrows in confusion, wondering if he had heard that for real or not.
The voice sounded like a hiss to him. A heated hiss.
He set down his mug of coffee and got up from the table, taking a few steps out of the kitchen.
He was a bit uneasy. The voice sounded a little too familiar to him, so he wondered if that was a bad thing. In fact, he realized that hearing voices was a bad thing, period.
Contemplating about whether or not he should wake up Shadow and tell him that he might be losing it again, Mephiles heard the voice again.
Mephiles the Dark Oh, how youve changed
Mephiles stopped shock still before quickly regaining his composure.
Who are you? He demanded. And how do you know my old name?
It sounded a bit surprised.
Yes Im no longer Mephiles the Dark. I am
Scourge's Thoughts On FamilyScourge's Thoughts On Family7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I never really had one... Never really thought about it much, neither...
My dad? He took off before I was born... I guess he looked a lot like I used to. I guess he acted a lot like me, too... Maybe I'm a chip off the ol' block.
My ma? She didn't care about me. She didn't even wanna look at me... said I reminded 'er too much of my old man... She wouldn't say that if she saw me now... but would she hate me less or more?
Back in the Underground, Don Max used to call us "family." Yeah... we were family till we screwed somethin' up... We were family till someone figured they were better'n someone else... Then it was a fight to survive. That ain't family.
I been around an' I seen what real families are like... I seen Sonic's family... I seen how mine coulda been...
It hurts to know you ain't never been loved. I tried drugs... booze... an' chicks... lotsa chicks... but nothin' ever made the pain go away for real... never for real... Drugs an' booze can make ya forget... an' in the
The Legacy Of Walt DisneyThe Legacy Of Walt DisneyThe Legacy Of Walt Disney5 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Oswald part 10 On the day of Walt Disney's funeral, millions of people showed up to say their final word about Walt.Oswald part 105 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Friends and family of Walt, fellow fans, the studio staff, and Mickey and the gang were there (with the other characters Walt created).
Oswald was there too, but he didn't bother to go up to see his brother with the jar that held Walt's ashes in it.
So he left the funeral without a single word coming out of him.
Then he searched into pocket and pulled out the pictures that sisters had drawn.
"Everything I wished for and loved is all gone," Oswald said to himself
"The statue of my father and my brother Mickey that I should've been part of," he said as he drops the picture of the statue
"The family that raised me like I was their real child," Oswald continued, and drops the picture of the Disney family on the ground
"And Fanny..." Oswald said as he looks and the picture of him and his old sweet-heart
"She was the girl that really did love me for who I am, not for fame and mon
SMB: CrownofCorruption 0001SMB: CrownofCorruption 00017 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Super Mario Bros. and the Crown of Corruption
Oh, Mario, youve done it again! Youve saved me and my Kingdom, Princess Peach proclaimed as she bent down to kiss her savior on the cheek. Who would have thought Bowser would come up with another plan where he needed exactly seven certain items to rule the world and have my hand in marriage once again? she continued with playful sarcasm.
Heh, yeah, hes getting so original. Mario replied sarcastically as well.
The two of them shared a hearty laugh as they walked toward the Mushroom Kingdoms Castle.
So, what kind of delicious layered pastry do you have for me this time? Mario asked with a hint of zest. He always enjoyed Peachs yummy cakes.
Peach suddenly stopped and smirked, I was thinking I could reward you with something a little more worthy, of your bravery.
Mario stopped to look at her. Her entire demeanor changed drastically! She wen
Kidnap the Nightmaren(musical interlude)Kidnap the Nightmaren8 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
All: Kidnap NiGHTS the Nightmaren? (brief pause)
Elliot: I wanna do it!
William: ILL be sent! (small pause)
Claris: Sega said to work together!
William: Three of a kind!
Elliot: Birds of a feather!
All: Now and forever!
All: (Whee!) La, la la la la la, La la la la la!
La, la la la la la, La la la la la!
All: Kid-nap the Nightmaren, lock him up real tight!
When theyre done with the new game, he will be a sight!
Claris: First well wait until the Wii
Is released for us to see!
When the NiGHTS fans come a-begging,
Hell look as fruity as can be!
Elliot: Wait! Ive got a better plan
To catch this purple Nightmaren;
Well keep all our fans on the ropes
And when theyre free theyll run him down!
All: Kid-nap the Nightmaren, put him in a box!
Hell Cameo for 11 years, in our games that rock!
Claris: Then Mr. Yuji Naka man! (brief pause)
All: Can take the whole thing over then! (brief pause)
Ice Heart Melts With Warmth 6Ch. 6Ice Heart Melts With Warmth 65 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Sideshow Bob gave a heavy sigh as he watched the last school bus disappear from sight. He had stood at the window of his temporality class room for several long hours now. He was tired to say the least, exhausted.
From what, you may ask? From planning Bart's murder. He had to do it discreetly, to where no one would notice. He had to have an alibi on tape or even a witness while Bart died. You could imagine that unless he had an exact look like twin brother, it was very difficult to come up with this plan.
With the stupidity of Springfield's 'finest' in the police department, he could get away with murder. The problem that he worried about was the smart one of the Simpson family; Lisa Simpson. But he'd make sure she was too stricken with grief to try and point fingers at him.
So far his plan sounded reasonable. He'd make Bart walk into a deserted area of the snow falling place with a gun. Then he'd shoot him; leave the body to the animals. He'd find a frozen lake next and make a h
Pros and Cons of Sonic CouplesPros and Cons of Sonic CouplesPros and Cons of Sonic Couples8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
-Pros: Amy already likes Sonic a lot, and Sonic has been shown to have some returned feelings, as seen in some episodes of Sonic X. So there is a chance this might happen.
-Cons: Amy is a little obsessive and follows Sonic everywhere he goes, which is annoying and might dent their relationship.
-Pros: Shadow may have hidden affections for Amy, so that maybe is an option, but not many other Pros.
-Cons: Shadow and Amy havent interacted much with each other in the Sonic Universe. Ive counted that theyve spoke to each other a total amount of three times. Also Shadow is considered a lone wolf, so I dont think it would work with Amys obsessive behavior.
-Pros: Knuckles and Amy are friends, acquaintances, and part of the Sonic Team.
-Cons: A brute would not go good together with a paranoid fan-girl and I doubt Knuckles will have a sensitive side ever, enough said.
Teaching Darkness: Relapse C2Teaching Darkness: Relapse C28 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The way he was screaming alarmed Shadow and Rouge. To them, it was sudden, and frightened. They were half right he was indeed terrified, but it was not at all sudden. To him, it was proof enough that it had not been a figment of his imagination last night. It was enough proof that he was telling the truth.
But right now he was scared.
He clamped his hands onto his head and screeched, curling into a defensive ball, quills bristled outward instinctively. Tremors ran throughout his entire body, so much that he rolled onto his side. His dizziness became full blown vertigo, and he didnt dare try to sit up. He curled up tighter, ignoring the murmurs of the neighborhood around him.
His eyes were squeezed shut, and at the moment he didnt know where he was. He didnt know why he was outside. He even almost forgot his name
All he knew was Dark was back, and no one was going to believe him.
As a shortness of breath began to overtake him, his screaming subs
Scourge and FionaScourge was sitting down on his throne, drinking a bottle of soda. He raised the bottle to his lips and took a drink. As he was drinking, he noticed something. He seemed to have gotten pudgier. He stopped drinking and poked his stomach. It bounced back, and Scourge was suprised.Scourge and Fiona5 years ago in Settings More Like This
"Man, I've gotta lay off this stuff," he said to himself. "I'm starting to get a soda gut." He zipped up his jacket, trying to make himself look thinner, but it was no use. He had gained weight from drinking too much soda. He unzipped his jacket. "Maybe Fiona won't notice," he said.
Just then, Fiona came in the room. "Hey, babe," said Scourge as Fiona walked in.
"Hi Scourge," replied Fiona. She then stopped and looked at Scourge's stomach. "Have you gotten larger?"
Scourge blushed. He had hoped Fiona wouldn't notice. "Yeah," he said through closed teeth.
Fiona looked again. "Well, it doesn't look that bad. It'll probably wear off when you start running. Just try not to drink so much soda, ok?"
"Ok," was Scourge
The Dark JesterIt was a lazy day, a sunny day, the day for a nice napThe Dark Jester6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A beautiful lazy day, upon which I decided to snap
I will not go into the hows, whens, or whys
Just know that the world was now filthy and hateful in my eyes
Happiness and laughter was rampant in the Land of Dreams
Giggles and sweetness, and games of Tag Teams
I hated the naive folks of this land, with their dances and songs
They needed a dose of reality, cold and hateful all along
And it was all thanks to that puffball, the pink one I can't stand
The peace making copy-cat, Kirby, Hero of Dreamland
I laughed at the thought of his demi