The Simpsons: DeconstructionThe Simpsons: Deconstruction1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
As is usual for an episode of The Simpsons, our story begins in Springfield.
Bart Simpson wrote on the chalkboard "I will do something meaningful instead of writing a fic that celebrates an immortal show." As soon as the bell rang, he went out on his skateboard.
He bounced atop a pile of leaves Groundskeeper Willie was raking on his way, revealing Barney Gumble to be buried beneath the leaves.
We cut to the Springfield Nuclear Power Plant, where Homer once again leaves with a carbon rod under his shirt.
Lisa Simpson is yet again kicked out of music class by Mr. Largo for deviating from the song the class was supposed to play. As usual, she blissfully walked down the halls while still playing her saxophone.
Marge drives home with Maggie playing with a toy steering wheel. Both of them honk their horns, which wakes up Grampa, who was also in the car.
Eventually, the entire family made it home.
Everyone sat on the couch and sighed, as if they had been doing hard grueling work this past 27
Heroes AND Villains Nobler Than Bart SimpsonBart Simpson is one of the worst fictional characters ever created in the history of mankind. He has no morals or ethical constraints whatsoever. Loyalty is a foreign concept to Bart because he is incapable of showing any towards any person or cause. Bart causes mayhem and destruction just for the sake of causing mayhem and destruction, and he does so without hesitation, restraint, mercy or guilt. Sure, you may be able to name a few nice things Bart Simpson has done, but those nice things are superficial, and when you combine them with all the terrible, rotten, evil things he has done, trying to find the nice things is like trying to find a sparkling necklace in a lake of pure oil 100 feet deep with the surface area as big as the state of Texas. And worst of all-Bart Simpson is a character that we're supposed to like. If you've recently turned against because you have recently read an articleHeroes AND Villains Nobler Than Bart Simpson2 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Jessica's NightJessica's NightJessica's Night4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Author's note: This story is something I did I did one night. It's kind of like Romeo and Juliet although only Bart gets the pain in the end! This is also rated PG 13, as it contains small sex references.
Bart had missed the bus once again. He slowly dragged his feet along the sidewalk, with his heavy bag over his shoulder. It was all Nelson's fault that he missed the bus. Nelson had shoved him into his locker during lunch, and he just escaped just as the bus took off.
Bart still continued to walk down the street. He was nearly at home, but he soon came to Jessica Lovejoy's house. Jessica was out the front kicking a ball, and it hit Bart right in the face.
"Ow!" Yelled Bart. The ball bounced onto the ground, and rolled back to Jessica.
"Oh, Bart!" Jessica smiled, "What brings you here?"
"I'm just walking home, because NELSON made me miss the bus."
Jessica walked over to Bart, and held his hand.
"Would it be okay if you came inside? My parents aren't home, and..."
The BirthThere was frantic chattering all over as the nurses and doctors kept wheeling the patient through the doors.The Birth3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Princess Cadence was lying on a wheeled table, being moved quickly down the hallway of the hospital, her belly swollen over the last few months. Today was the day. Alongside the doctors was her husband, Shining Armour, who had her hoof in his as they kept moving.
"It's okay honey! Everything's going to be fine!" He said reassuringly.
Cadence smiled back at him. She opened her mouth to reply to him but suddenly winced and she placed her free hoof over her midriff. This clearly caused the doctors some worry.
"Her contractions are getting more frequent! Call in more nurses!" One of them ordered.
A nearby nurse nodded and ran off to carry out the order. Meanwhile, the rest of them had finally arrived at their destination, the delivery room. They opened the doors and moved the table and princess inside. As they moved in. One of the doctors stepped aside and stood between Shining and
Would you?Would you?6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Would you still love me
When I grew old,
When my hair is gray
and white, thin?
When I no longer
Would you stay
by my side,
When I cannot recognise
who you are;
To remind me
each day, each hour
who you are
because I suffer from dementia?
Would you promise
to love me for who I am,
for who I will be in the future:
for better or for worse?
Bronze JohnBronze John4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's fever season
and the city shutters
its walls and streets,
closes up shops
and drops an awning
over the river.
Pontchartrain is clogged
with yellow flies again
and the soft warning
of women's skirts
disturbs the dust.
Breathing does no good here -
the lungs still sag
in the heat
and skin is soon pocked
by travelers in the dark.
Each brick shifts and protests,
wondering what is wrong
and why no one
is growing old.
Only the doctor moves,
stepping on cracks
like a criminal
in search of miracles
No Pet For Valentines Day?“Do you have any pet for Valentines Day, Pepper?” asked Penny Ling.No Pet For Valentines Day?2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Pepper turned completely around and blinked at Penny. She was brainstorming of how she can improve her chocolate Sunday prank until Penny made her loose focus.
“What Penny Ling?” Pepper didn’t quite hear the question.
“I said do you have any pet for Valentines Day, Pepper?”
Pepper blinked again, but this time she knew what she was saying.
“I mean,” Penny Ling continued after seeing Pepper didn’t answer, “Valentines Day is tomorrow and all and I was just wondering if you had a pet as your valentines…”
“Well…” Pepper said hesitantly, “no…I don’t have a pet for Valentines Day…”
“What!” Penny Ling was stunned, “how can no pet want you? I mean you’re smart, pretty and of course funny…” Penny Ling quickly realized what she was saying and shut her mouth.
Ashes and rustWhyAshes and rust4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is this girl crying?
that left the dark
never coming back.
was eaten from within
from the Abyss
and beyond the other
The gentle hand
become cold, frozen
died a thousand
a knife into his heart,
to lose another
love like always before.
of all known world
knew life and freedom,
sadness and ashes,
rust and pain
it now knows
and remembers, remembers.
A hero, a hero
tried to free the world
from this undying
as she stabbed
his dying heart,
now world is filled
GodGod, the one I have faith in,God4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
God, the one that guides me through fate,
God, the one who shall forgive me for my sin,
God, the one I hope to meet at the Heavenly gates.
God, the one who protects me,
God, the one whom I wish to seek,
God, the one who will set me free,
God, the one who is utterly unique.
God, the one who created mankind,
God, the one who treats me and you equally,
God, the one who I keep in mind,
God, the one who doesn't see me and you differently.
I look for no other name, except God.
Another Beautiful SoulAnother Beautiful Soul4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Another beautiful soul lost.
Another great one gone.
Is this a dream?
I think not.
What can one say about dear Dame Elizabeth Taylor?
She was a strong and wonderful woman.
One who can never be forgotten.
We miss her very much.
She spoke powerful words,
Changed Hollywood for the better.
And supported another dear angel
In his time of need.
A wonderful friend,
A wonderful woman
A wonderful everything.
Uniquely colored eyes,
A warm loving violet.
Both inside and out.
We are lucky to have had this
Wonderful Angel's presence grace
R.I.P Elizabeth Taylor
We love and miss you very much.
What Am IWhat am I to youWhat Am I4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Another worthless breath
Another useless skin
A poor roaming soul
Who's lost yet again
A creature of blood and bone
A collection of flesh
Collage of emotions
Of which I detest
Not nearly human
But something gone wrong
I've been much too broken
For much far too long
In need of repair
My design is a mess
My screws have come loose
Brittle and weak
I am once again
Steam levels rising
It's in the red zone
Now I'm alone
LU Character Profile: Tech E. CoyoteName: Tech E. CoyoteLU Character Profile: Tech E. Coyote3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Real name: Techno Elijah Coyote
Race of species: Coyote
Eye color: Yellow and light green (natural), Light green (when in uniform)
Fur color: Chocolate brown and caramel tan
Powers: Telec-magnetism and Regeneration
Ancestor: Wile E. Coyote (and possibly Calamity Coyote)
Uniform color: Light green and black
Growing up as a middle child of fifteen siblings, Tech was most accident-prone of the pups.
Going through life with casts in his arms, bruises, allergies (mostly toward Macadamia nuts), metal plates on his legs,and a neck brace, yet Tech still is healthy as horse.
But no matter how sick or injured Tech gets, the two things that never failed on him are his mind and endless possibilities of creating things with it.
From fixing broken toys, TVs, game consoles, to computers; Tech was a gifted little pup of the Coyote family.
At age 18, Tech was offered to join the Acme Tech Institute, and even volunteered to help
teenage lover's lamentI wish we were adultsteenage lover's lament4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
so that you could come over
and sit and watch as I did boring paperwork for my boring job
So that you could microwave yourself dinner
from the leftovers in my fridge
So that we could make love without hurry
and you could spend the night.
BleedAs I bleed beneath the sheets,Bleed4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A cold waterfall leaks,
From my pale and bruised skin,
Unveiling the ruby waters within.
As I bleed between the sheets,
The brutal, chilling slash speaks,
A slurred and vicious kiss,
From underneath the painless bliss.
As I bleed amongst the sheets,
A river of tears and pain meet,
Unleashing the terror and hidden ecstasy,
My only cure, a final remedy.
As I bleed below the sheets,
The lines of red bleat:
A sickened cry for help or aid,
Before my soul is left to fade.
March the Secondmy sweet little cycloneMarch the Second4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
ripping through the valley
what have you got for me today?
you've got fire in your fingers
it's whipping through my hair
i'm dancing in your tears
under a thundering stare
what have you got for me today?
and i'm sure destruction lays before
a wilted path, i'm headed for
i see the calm before your storm
tell Talula I can't wait no more
A ThoughtLife can be hard sometimesA Thought4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
can be a reason for living....
Giantess Beanstalk with Jessica Rabbit RPGiantess Beanstalk RP (with Jessica Rabbit)Giantess Beanstalk with Jessica Rabbit RP4 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
After you received magic beans from weird guy, you decided to bury it which causes to grow a giant beanstalk to clouds, you climb on it until you reaches at castle, you see that the place belongs to a giantess Jessica Rabbit.
18+ allowed (except death and gore)
SilenceSilenceSilence4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
When no one talks nor speaks
when music loses all its beat
when you hear no noises coming through
Is really hardly ever true
A Special Kind of YouYou have a special kind of presenceA Special Kind of You4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Welcoming emerald leaves
All wrapped up in shimmering light
With dappled waters below
Singing tunes that vibrate off the mountains
And ring to the skies above
In areas of nothingness
warm caramelthe cracked curve of a childhood toywarm caramel4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
found years after it escaped notice
and slid and hid
behind the old dresser
so massive it hasn't been moved
since before the modern age
unfaded by sunlight
unjaded by the night
when promises were meant
to be broken
like the once treasured toy
with a faint nostalgia
like the taste of warm caramel
William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.
A peek into the future (TFO-Based RP)"Who else will take care of Turbo?"A peek into the future (TFO-Based RP)3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Oxidus Prime was still arguing with Starscream, since he was appointed to take care of the little sparkling or "annoying brat" as he would rather describe it. "I don't see why you have to make me do this! I'm not babysitting material! I was a commander once, you know!?" Starscream said rolling his optics as he released an angered sigh. "And you're the only one that isn't leaving the base. I cannot waste any more time than I've already done. Good bye now." With that Oxidus simply ended the argument, turning as he followed the other Autobots through a ground bridge. Starscream looked down at the sparkling standing right next to him, a little, yellow and red colored hover-car. "Great, I suppose I am stuck with you now. What was it? 'Turbo'." Starscream said, shaking his head in disbelief. Turbo stared up at Starscream with his big, trustful green optics, innocently hiding his hands behind his back as he rocked back and forth, smiling sheepishly. Starscr
My Rival's Suicide pt.3-ASquilliam sniffled when embracing the picture, his shoulders shock rather hard due to the memories it brought back. "How could I do this to you old chum?" Slowly laying down on his back, Squilliam lifted up the picture of him and Squidward and, after a minute or two of gazing at it he rolled over. Resting his arm on the picture beside him the unibrowed octopus buried his face in his pillow where he begins sobbing again. "This is, by far, the worst thing that I've ever done to you!" Eventually the pillow becomes soaked from his tears, leaving him to have to get another one. Knowing all to well that the maid would take care of it, Squilliam figured he would take the wet pillow to the laundryroom himself, and get a fresh one while there.My Rival's Suicide pt.3-A6 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
Sneaking through the hallways (on tip-toes so to not wake any of his staff members up with his noisy suction-cups) the wealthy octopus walked sleepily holding the pillow under his arm while half of it dragged along with him. Entering the laundryroom
Off TopicIt takes twelve minutesOff Topic4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to assemble sixteen desks
in a perfect circle.
Or as perfect as I can get it.
Then it takes another hour
for the first stragglers to wander in, seating themselves.
The professor always arrives seven
minutes before class begins.
He sits on the left side
while discourse flows easily among
the discordant voices.
The exchange rate on ideas
is ten seconds of silence for a halting opinion,
unsure of itself,
but backed up with a quoted passage
from page one twenty-three, read aloud then cut off -
contradicted by a second opinion.
The first voice breathes easy;
the spotlight eyes are elsewhere.
In the midst of interrupt,
the professor bends one knee
up to his chair, fixing
the loose knot of an old pair of loafers.
He ties a new knot without looking,
caught up in the dialogue
of his charges and finishes tightening
the strings as he raises his voice,
steering the dialouge back
to the topic at hand.
My worn pair of red
and white double-knotted Sketch