Lisa's Choice Ch. 3Lisa's Choice Ch. 3Lisa's Choice Ch. 33 years ago in Drama More Like This
A simpsons Fanfic
Disclaimer: This is a dark story that is also Older Lisa X Sideshow Bob. It is slightly AU and takes place in a more "realistic" version of the show. This also takes place 9 years in the future.
"Curse who ever bought this wretched couch! The beds in prison were better than this poor excuse for furniture. Excuse me; the Spanish inquisition called. They want their couch back!"
Lisa was awoken by Bob's ravings and couldn't help but snicker at him. The small laugh startled him. He felt his face turn a bit hot, and he was sure his face was red.
"Um how did you sleep?"
"Much better then you did apparently." She smiled again, but when her eyes met his, Lisa's smile faltered. Where she was hit her. Last night she had been angry and depressed but in the daylight she cursed her stupidity. After all he had done, she had let his smile lure her into following him to a seedy motel.
Bob saw the concern in Lisa's face. It wasn't hard to figure out what
Storm of Metal :: ch 2Tails WorkshopStorm of Metal :: ch 27 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Everyone gathered together to formulate a strategy of action against Eggmans new plans. The storm clouds were still spreading across the sky, covering miles of the atmosphere. It has reached from Creams house all the way to Tails workshop, and the storm is still spreading further. The group thought it was best that Cream and Vanilla stayed home while they took care of things. Sonic, Tails, Knuckles, Shadow, Amy and Rouge were the only ones who could make it here. Shadow among the rest however wasnt exactly happy to be here.
Just why did you drag me here ? Shadow muttered from his throat.
Shadow, weve told you. The Death Egg is back. Sonic explained to him once again.
Yeah, and just how threatening is this Death Egg ? Shadow went on.
The last time it was around you never got a chance to witness it. You werent here back then. Knuckles exclaimed, Nor have y
Diary of an AtheistDiary of an AtheistDiary of an Atheist6 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
My transformation from Christian to atheist wasn't some humongous, life-shattering experience like others say theirs was. I didn't crawl on my knees and pray to God every night like a good little Christian. Heck, our family rarely went to church. To say that my choice to be an atheist was agonizing or even painful would be a lie. Sure, I struggled at times, but making the actual choice was relatively easy.
My family is half-Christian, half-atheist, so you could say I got to see both sides and make the right decision without any biased information. My mother is very non-religious while my father is the opposite (how they managed to get married and live together for seven years, I'll never know). I vaguely remember my father, rather suddenly, deciding to start going to church when I was eight or nine. Maybe he thought our faith needed a little tune-up. I was young, and my father had already filled our heads with stories of God and faith. It se
The Simpsons Theme Tune LyricsThe Simpsons Theme Tune Lyrics4 years ago in Comedy More Like This
HO-MER SIMP-SON / MARGE SIMP-SON / LI-SA / MA-GGIE / BART
SAN-TAS LI-TTLE HEL-PER
LE-NNY / CARL / SMI-THERS / M-R BURNS
KENT BROCK-MAN / BUMBLE-BEE MAN / KRUS-TY / SIDE-SHOW MEL
CO-MIC BOOK GUY
DIS-CO STU / PRO-FE-SSOR FRINK
MOE / MAYOR QUIM-BY
WI-GGUM / WI-LLIE
TE-RRI / SHE-RRI
SEY-MOUR / ED-NA K / SU-PER IN-TEN-DENT CHAL-MERS
U-TER / BLIN-KY THE FISH / JEB-E-DI-AH SPRING-FIELD / FAT TO-NY / SNAKE / GILL
A-PU / MAN-JU-LA / MISS HOO-VER
NEL-SON / MAR-TIN / O-TTO / JIM-BO / RALPH / DOLPH / KEAR-NEY
PA-TTY / SEL-MA
HER-MAN / MOLE-MAN / THE SEA CAP-TAIN
SIDE-SHOW BOB TER-WILL-I-GER AND REV-ER-END TIM LOVE-JOY
DOC-TOR HI-BBERT / DOC-TOR NICK
SLACK JAWED CLE-TUS
NED / ROD AND TODD FLAN-DERS
RA-DI-O AC-TIVE MAN / IT-CHY / SCRAT-CHY / POO-CHIE
TROY MC-CLURE / JAS-PER / KANG AND KODOS
Aqua-Lisa, chapter 7Chapter 7: If Only Tears Could Bring You BackAqua-Lisa, chapter 73 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
After seeing her daughter collapsing, Marge started running to her, quickly followed by Bart and Homer. The rest of the crowd tried to follow, but Bart blocked them by spreading his hands in front of the breakwater.
"Sorry, no more entrances!" he said. "Besides, you couldn't even all fit in there."
"The kid's got a good point", Chief Wiggum said.
Bart turned around and ran at his family at the end of the breakwater. Marge was kneeling and holding Lisa's body on her lap. She gently stroke her green hair.
"Please, honey, wake up", she said quietly, with no response.
Homer's eyes were watering.
"Oh, my little girl", Homer said quietly. "You were really brave." He knelt besides Lisa.
Bart also knelt besides her sister. "You saved us all, Lis", he said. "That was so cool."
For a moment all the Simpsons just looked at Lisa's body.
"Is she still... you know... alive?" Bart asked quietly.
Marge brought her hand onto Lisa's chest. "
Afterschool Mummies"Are you kidding me?"Afterschool Mummies2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The sound of that shout would have rippled through Sakuragaoka High School had it been louder. Afterschool Tea Time was supposed to be practicing today, but Yui's odd suggestion had thrown Mio in a bad mood. It didn't help that Yui had brought the supplies for her odd plan, which was enough bandages in her bag to fill a hospital. The other girls were just confused about the whole thing.
"Don't be like that, Mio," replied Yui. "It's just for fun."
"You want to be mummified! Why would that be fun?" asked Mio. "Where did you even get that idea?"
"History class," explained Yui. "The teacher was talking all about mummies and their wrappings and I thought it would look cozy, like being wrapped in a sleeping bag. So I thought you girls could try that on me. I'd rather do that with my best friends than with someone else."
"I'm for it!" cheered Ritsu. "Could be amusing to see."
"I wouldn't mind a day off to try something different," remarked Tsumugi.
"Well, I guess it's sm
"Provinces?""WEST!""Provinces?"4 years ago in Sketches More Like This
"I need help!"
"With what, Gilbert? I'm busy."
"You already know how to make love."
"Not making love, just love!"
"Why are you asking me?"
"You're the first of the two of us to love a dude!"
"WAS?! You have no evidence on the matter!"
"Stop making this about you. I think I like a guy!"
"So, what's the problem?"
"Aw, forget it!"
"Nein, tell me the problem."
"Well, he has provinces!"
"Yeah! You see my problem?"
"Provinces are like having kids!"
"I see. You can't be a family man."
"Well it might have been fine if he had two or three, but he has thirteen!"
"I don't think they'd think of you as a parent anyway. They might not even think of him as a parent. You're overreacting."
"Overreacting?! Does Italy have thirteen kids?!"
"I do not love Italy!"
"You do, too."
"I do not!"
"Ja, you do."
"Nein! And even if I did, it has nothing to do with the subject at hand!"
Late Night Texts 10D: I wish you would stop coming in my room.Late Night Texts 103 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
S: Me too, Dean.
D: What the hell were you doing, anyway?
S: Looking for you.
D: Well you found me.
S: And I wish I hadn't.
S: You realize you have completely destroyed the western genre for me?
D: It wasn't that bad, Sam.
S: Assless chaps, Dean. Along with other western attire, you had on assless chaps.
S: And now I'm going to see you in assless chaps every time I try to watch something remotely related to the west.
D: You're welcome.
S: Why the hell do you have assless chaps?
D: Easy access.
S: Easy access?
D: Yeah. Easy access.
S: Easy access to what?
D: For the smarter brother, you sure are a dumbass sometimes.
S: Assless chaps and easy access? I don't oh no.
D: Is that an inkling of understanding I detect?
S: I don't want to talk about it, Dean.
D: I don't care. You're the idiot that unlocked my locked door. You're damn lucky Cas wasn't in there.
S: And cue the nightmares.
After The Game and BetNatalie let out an irritated sigh in front of Hana's house in a cold winter wind. She was currently dressed in a black winter coat with dark blue jeans that had rips in them in several different places and wore brown ugg boots and had a red duffel bag slung over her left shoulder.After The Game and Bet4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was Friday and it was nearing dinner time meaning the sky had darken and Natalie wished she was at home right now. Instead she had made a bet with Hana and lost and now she had to spend all weekend severing as her maid. If she refused any of her orders, pictures and videos would surface on the internet of her being tied up while wearing very little clothing.
She began to walk towards the door and rang the door bell three times and as she waited for it to open she thought about running away. Before she could make up her mind the door opened showing Hana wearing a dark blue t-shirt with her long black hair resting on her shoulders with a black skirt and matching knee socks.
"Hello Natalie." Hana said with a
GodGod, the one I have faith in,God3 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.
NovacainYou left my side.Novacain5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The strongest blow of all was not the way you appealed to my logic, with your 'we can never win this' ruse, or the way you spoke about wanting to be with the darkness. How you thought it would be beautiful.
You left me.
It wasn't your pleads for me to abandon everything we'd worked for, everything we'd sacrificed. It wasn't your offer of power. It wasn't even your sad eyes that struck me to the core.
No, what got to me was, you took those steps forward, past Cresselia, past Darkrai, and stood by his side.
No. I would have given it all up just to save you, and you know it. It was the way you told me that he would kill you- you were certain he would kill you- if I refused to join him. The initial separation- the moment you stepped beyond my reach-- and then the close, the possibility of your death-- no. Not for the world. Not for Juptile, not for the Guild, not for the whole wide world past present and future, would I have given you away.
I hated every step I took, know
Late Night Texts 4D: I miss you.Late Night Texts 43 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
C: I left you less than twenty-four hours ago.
D: That doesn't make me miss you any less.
C: What do you wish me to say?
D: An "I miss you too, Dean" would be nice. Although I'll settle for an "I love you."
C: I love you.
D:Yeah, you better.
C: I thought when one says "I love you" it is customary to respond with "I love you too."
D: You just want me to say I love you.
C: And you wanted me to say that I miss you.
D: But you do miss me.
C: And you do love me.
D: Yeah, I do.
C: Can I make an inquiry?
D: That terrifies me, but yeah, shoot.
C: Why do you love me?
D: Whoa, what?
C: You are not blind, Dean, and as you are the only person I am texting I know you received my message.
D: I just want to make sure I read it right.
C: Despite your lack of a college degree, you are a very intelligent man. I find it very likely that you were able to correctly read it.
D: Are you this douchey naturally, or does it take practice?
C: Just answer my question, Dean.
D: I can't ex
Late Night Texts 2D: I feel manly.Late Night Texts 23 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
S: Not again.
D: I feel really manly.
S: Last time you felt really manly I ended up with a broken nose.
D: Because you aren't manly.
S: You're seriously going to go through this again?
D: I'm manly, Sam. I don't go through anything.
D: I barrel through it at high force.
D: Quiet, Sam! My manly senses are tingling.
S: Dude, you're texting me. You can't actually hear this.
D: STFU. You're feminism is screwing with my manliness.
S: FWD: (audio message enclosed)- with love, Castiel
S: And how does that make Your Manliness feel?
D: Like someone else was screwing with my manliness. I emerged from that battle victorious, just as I shall emerge from this one.
S: Battle?...Dean, what the hell are you doing?
D: Being manly.
S: Dean, stop it. Seriously, what are you doing?
D: I'm being manly, Sam. Aren't you supposed to be the smart one?
S: If you don't answer me, I'm going to set that clip as Bobby's ringtone. Bet he'd love that.
D: FWD: (pic
Wrapping ProblemsIt was getting close to bedtime as Sapphire finished up her modifications to her latest binding spell. The last few tests and tweaks had made for some promising results and it was hoped this would make it last longer with minimal user drain. With any luck, it would make controlling wild animal specimens easier.Wrapping Problems3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Of course, Sapphire didn't dare mentioned she'd be using her own take on the spell on herself and her boyfriend for their own pleasure.
With the last of the adjustments made, Sapphire quietly cast the spell. As she spoke, red wrappings materialized before her and began to wrap around her body, soon cocooning her. This time around, she found herself more fully cocooned, coated from head to toe with only her eyes and some small openings for her nose left open. It cost a little more magic power than she thought it would, but it was within acceptable amounts.
Pleased with this new change, Sapphire wriggled and squirmed in her new bindings, finding them to be as secure as they had be
Nukid101's Top 30 6th Generation Games: 15 - 11Nukid101's Top 30 6th Generation Games: 15 - 111 year ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Hey everyone. Many apologies for the wait on this one, but I’ve finally gotten it up. Here is part 4 of my countdown!
Nukid101’s Top 30 6th Generation Games: 15 – 11
Tales Of Symphonia (2003)
In my life as a video gamer, I have only played two Tales Of games. The first is obviously Symphonia, but the other is the more recent Tales Of Graces which was...okay, I guess. It wasn’t bad but not especially good either. It was a very generic, safe story with some decent characters and a standard battle system. Decent enough, but not what I was expecting from a series which is often given heavy praise for its grey morality, dark themes such as racism and genocide, and a villain who is likely a well intentioned extremist.
All of which is seen in Tales Of Symphonia. The game was for many – including myself – their first introduction to the series and could be considered the Final Fantasy VII of its franc
What Not To Do...How NOT to make your Half-Blood OCWhat Not To Do...3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Name: Mary Princess Summer Angel Sue
-Mary = bitter
-Princess = Royal Daughter
-Summer = bright season
-Angel = Angelic
-Sue = Lily
Birthplace: Miami, Florida
Current Residence: Camp Half-Blood
Weight: 110 lbs
Blood Type: AB+
Birthday: February 14th
Eye Color: Rainbow
Hair Color: Black with rainbow streaks and she doesn't even have to bleach it, the colors show magically over the black whenever she dyes it.
Physical Description (be at least a little detailed): Strong, curvy, hot, gorgeous, amazingly soft hair even though she dyes it, color-changing eyes
Good Traits: kind, caring, sweet, lovable, candid, cheerful, courageous, is the nicest person you will meet
Flaws: Too kind, too caring, too sweet, too trusting, too cheerful
Good Habits: helps everyone
Bad Habits: too nice to people
Fears: Nothing so far
Favorite Food: pizza
Replacement MummyIt was a beautiful day at the local college. Ms. Johnson, the local history teacher, was busy giving another one of her usual lectures. During the course of it, she seemed to be looking at one of her students, Christina, a bit more than usual. Like she had some interest. As Christina brushed a back a lock of her short blond hair from her eyes, she pondered what the teacher could be looking at her for. For now, she just brushed it off as nothing. Eventually, class ended and the students began to file out, but Ms. Johnson approached Christina.Replacement Mummy5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Excuse me, but could I see you after class for a bit?"
"Umm.....sure, Ms. Johnson...."
Inside, Christina began to worry - she was worried about that recent test and was terrified that this is about that result. In the office, Ms. Johnson simply sat at her chair. Near her was a roll of medical bandages and a large sarcophagus. She looked at Christina with a sly smile.
"Christina, how would you like to help me with a little something?" she asked cal
It's My NameEngland was lightly pacing around the room. One arm was folded behind his back, while his free hand was place on his chin in thought. France was sitting in a chair, one leg crossed over his other as he watched Scotland, who was lightly bouncing little Matthew on his knee.It's My Name4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"So, what shall we call Matthew's land? It has to be just right. Something proper I think Victorialand is a good name for my colony." England said as he stopped moving, nodding head slightly.
" kanata "
"Non! My petit Matthieu's land will not be named after one of your Queens!"
"Aye! Ah agree. Whit kind o' name is that fur little Mata here? Maybe if he wis a wee lassie "
England scoffed loudly, and crossed his arms.
"Queen Victoria is a grand Queen! It would be a honour to be named after her, but I guess you are right "
"Hmm 'ow about Hochelaga. It ez a old name for Montreal? Bon, non?" France said, pleased with his suggestion.
" kanata "
"Hoch-a -who? What ki
The Enemy of My Enemy (Sonic Lost World)We should be grateful.The Enemy of My Enemy (Sonic Lost World)2 years ago in Drama More Like This
Here he comes, like a cool drink of water, freeing us from that shell, from the pain, from the Eggman. Here he is, our hero come from the heavens to deliver us. We should be grateful. We should turn on the roboticist. The enemy of our enemy is our friend.
We should align ourselves with this calm hero, this savior who makes a joke of our salvation to lessen the burden of our gratitude.
I look at my brothers in arms in front of me, shoulders tall, cloaking me in shadow, a barrier between me and our now former captor.
We are grateful. But I doubt he’ll understand the way we show it.
Just moments ago, we were expected to be grateful for a sandwich. For a meal, for the basics of life. Just moments ago, we (or maybe just I) felt guilt at not achieving, at not striving hard enough to please someone who would subject us to excruciating pain for failing. We (or just I) were disappointed for not fulfilling the goals of someone who works only for his own ends. B
Dragon's LoveDragon's Love5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Why didn't I kill it? I'll admit, you're right: it was an easy kill. Scrawny, hardly any muscle, no weapons to speak of, and too cowardly to kill me. I could have snapped its neck like a twig. Almost did, too. But I didn't.
I should have. It tore off my tail fin, which hurt quite a bit I should mention. I could hardly fly. Even as I tried to escape that cove, I knew I'd never fly again; you know how it is. Our wings are everything. Hello, wolves? Panthers? Vikings? Other dragons? Dead Night Fury walking! Free meal, come and get it!
Then it came back. No, not that! The Viking boy! It wouldn't leave me the hell alone. It started feeding me and it fixed my tail. It kept me alive. Which was very strange. This was a new method I'd never heard of:
Late Night Texts 25(Group Message Sam and Dean Winchester)Late Night Texts 252 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
C: Dean. Sam. We must help the mighty Thorin Oakenshield reclaim his stolen homeland of Erebor.
D: What the hell are you talking about?
S: I meant to tell you this earlier.
S: I took him to go see the Hobbit.
D: Why would you do that?! You know he gets weird ass ideas.
C: Dean, we must go help him. He could die without us.
D: Why should I give a rat's ass?
C: He is a majestic ruler, Dean. His majesticness must be saved for future generations.
D: His what?
C: His majescticness.
D: What the hell?
S: Thorin was pretty majestic. I have to admit that.
C: Then you understand, Sam! We have to go help the Dwarves reclaim Erebor!
S: You know what, Cas, you're right. You and Dean should get ready and be on your way tonight.
D: Sam, what are you doing?
S: I'll even go find you a bow and arrow. You can match wits with Kíli.
D: Sam, what the hell are you doing?
S: I'll pack your provisions.
D: Sam, stop it.
S: I'll even call Gandalf for you.
C: Dean, Sam is g
Why not IchiHime?This is NOT a rant about why IchiHime sucks because I like Ichi____ or Ori____ better. This is exclusively for about my reasons why I don't think IchiHime will happen, or why it would be bad if it did.Why not IchiHime?4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Why not IchiHime?
There's a lot of reasons why I just can't ship IchiHime, in spite of Orihime's obvious "love" for Ichigo.
***The BIGGEST reason I doubt IchiHime will ever happen is because Kubo himself seems too chickenshit to have Ichigo get together with ANYONE. He doesn't want to piss anyone off by having Ichigo choose between Orihime and Rukia, even though if he had to, I'm certain he would choose Rukia because their bond is so much deeper than his bond with Orihime.***
Chances are, if it EVER comes up, Kubo will do like the writers of Macross Frontier did with Alto by having Ichigo say something stupid like "You're both my wings" and have both girls be totally okay with that for some reason. And then have a movie where Alto gets toge
ErisedI am the mirrorErised6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And have always been
For ages and ages past
Waiting for one
As sad as I
I am the mirror
I am empty promises
I am the open sky
Where you see all
Your secret desires;
I am the mirror
I am broken hopes
I am the giver of dreams
The friend to all
The destroyer of will;
I am the mirror
And I have seen them all:
Longing for riches,
Swallowing what they see.
He was not the mirror,
Though I thought he was,
The beautiful, broken
Silver boy, who cried
So beautifully, I wept.
He was not the mirror,
But he could have been,
For he has faced
What it takes to become
One of the silver-framed
He was not the mirror,
But he should have been,
With eyes like the moon,
Beautiful, silver orbs
Reflecting my depths
He was not the mirror,
He was as I once was
With a terrible beauty,
A horrible sadness
That consumed him.
He is the mirror,
His silver eyes glassy,
His scars inscribed
On his frame, as mine
Once were on mine.
He is the mirror,
And I am free,
Released from my desires;