Monster High About: Hayley HulkingMonster High About: Hayley Hulking4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Full Name: Hayley Robert Hulking
Age: 15 years
Hair: Black with brown highlights
Height: 9 feet, 7 inches
Physical Hulk Traits: Green skin, super strength and very tall.
Family: The hulks. Hayley's mom Mary and dad Robert. She's a only child and has a big dog named Bruno.
Favourite Colour: Purple, Violet and Grass Green.
Favourite Food: Sushi. Preferably octopus sushi.
Favourite Desert: Butterscotch and Vanilla ice cream.
Least favourite Food: Liver of any kind (mostly cow).
Favourite School Subject: Physical deaduction, Creative writing and Music. It's good practice for her future career.
Least Favourite Subject: Oceanography beacuase of the difficulties.
Friends: She has three. Cilia Satan, Rosetta Veil and Rebbeca NightShade.
Pet Peeve: When people thinks she's a terrorise brute because of her kind. She also hates when people get
MH: Post Mashionals MoffaMH: Post Mashionals Moffa4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Cheating? There is no place for cheating in Fearleading! Nefera de Nile, you are here by stripped of all your previous trophies."
The blue haired Egyptian gasped then cried out, "Noooooooooo!" before running from the stage in tears.
"Oh man that's too rich," the tanned young gorgon girl chuckled as she hit the rewind button on the remote, causing the scene on the TV to reverse itself until she told it to stop. "And this time in slow mo, shall we?" she asked no one.
"What are you doing," a deeper female voice made the young gorgon jump a bit.
She twisted around in her seat to see a tall dark purple figure standing in the doorway. She relaxed; it was still a trick getting used to having her older sister around.
"Nothing," she shrugged. "Just chilling, watching some tele."
"So loudly," the elder scoffed a bit and came up to the back of the couch to inspect for herself. "What in the world would you find that amusing."
The younger crinkled her nose at the sound of those words and how they
Facts about Franny More randomly Information about Franny N. Furter you never wanted to know! Yay!Facts about Franny3 years ago in Settings More Like This
1. The N. in Franny's name stands for Nymphadora, her second name. This one was chosen by her father, in comparison to nymphomania.
2. Franny can't drive motorcycles, but she can drive cars. Badly. She's always way to fast and swears a lot, but she drives save.
3. Franny's favorite sex positions are "The Tower" and "Riding Position". But she loves sex in any way.
4. Franny's singing voice sounds like Adele, only sweeter and girlier.
5. Franny can walk perfectly on heels up to 35 cm/ 14 inch - if it's higher, she can only walk very slow and carefull.
6. Franny is getting really ill if she don't have sex for a long time. Afer 3 days, she'll get head-ache and sore throat. After a week, her back starts hurting, too. After a month, she get's light fever. After half an year, she'll get hard fever. After an year, she nearly lost all of her condition. After five years, she get's stiff. After 8 years, she c
Welcome to Monster High"Hi, Morticia!"Welcome to Monster High4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I sighed, then winced at the sound of my given name. Father gave me a reassuring pat on the shoulder and pushed my toward my "welcoming committee", the one who would give me a tour of the school before classes started after the summer.
"I'm Frankie Stein, your Monster High Older Sister!"
I stared in utter shock and amazement at the stitches and bolts giving off electrical discharge in her neck, but regained my composure and stuck out my hand.
"Um, I am Morticia Grimm, Miss Stein. Or Lady Stein. So hard to keep up with the honorifics," I stumbled out. What was wrong with me? A lady does NOT stumble!
The green and grey-skinned girl giggled and told me it was fine to address her by her first name. I guess after so many years of living as a proper young corpse I was baffled by the use of first names. Maybe taking on the dialect and mannerisms of 19th century England wasn't the best idea.
"Well, er, Frankie, I doubt you could be my elder. I was born in the year 639 AD."
Monster High- OC BioName: Archer Taliesin (Tal-i-ess-in)Monster High- OC Bio5 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Monster Parent: Taliesin, Welsh god of bards
Killer Style: I'm a rocker/biker kinda girl, so leather is a must have. I simply can't leave the house without my Syn Gates fedora, a pair of fingerless gloves (leather of course), and my wicked cool armband for my ipod. And of course an awesome pair of wither biker boots, Converse or Vans.
Freaky Flaw: Spider, clowns and scarecrows wig me out. Laugh all you want, but those are some major freaky things.
Pet: Arwen is my Siberian Husky/Border Collie mix. We've been best friends since she was a puppy and I was a baby, so we grew up together. She's a total sweetie with a taste for music from Sweeny Todd.
Favorite Activity: Jamming with my all ghoul band, The Nameless. We love to rock out and have creeperific time.
Biggest Pet Peeve: Cleo de Nile. She is one of the most annoying ghouls at school.
Favorite School Subject: Culinarty Arts. I love to cook and I get to sit next to my biggest crush, Deuce G
JournalOn the old dusted shelf in the back of the garage,Journal3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A scratched up journal sits,
Layered in thickets of dust and washed up
San Fransisco, dulled and dripping dreary guards
The secrets that are withheld,
But behold! As olden hands unstrap the latch,
And cold, musty air of the past gushes into the room.
One does not get what a young boy has written on the cover,
In large print, black ink that swirls at the tip of letters.
"NEVER FORGET WHO YOU ARE, WHY YOU ARE HERE, AND WHAT YOU HAVE BECOME",
And then with teary eyes,
The memories of past life comes to mind,
Rippling along the brain and
Patches of stirred emotion lead the way.
The book is then placed in fire,
Cracking and popping as liquid soul is melted away
And dissolved by the oxygen around it.
The fire burns itself out,
And life itself pauses for a moment,
Never again taken advantage by men of the day.
DrowningI reach up,Drowning3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But my hand grasps the nothingness
That is around me.
I cry out-
So painful and sorrowful,
But no, no one hears me,
And ones who do
Wouldn't care even the slightest bit.
Surrounded by the horror,
As I am sucked in further,
The life forced out of me,
Like God's hand squeezing my soul
From my body, and I gasp-
And drown soundlessly,
Have You Seen?Have you seen it?Have You Seen?4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Love is everywhere you glance,
Small it may seem, but in reality,
Oh dear, it makes the world go 'round.
It provides cure and treatment to the sick,
And nurtures them for a lifetime after recovery.
No one is without it, for you will always
Be loved by someone.
Family can push you away,
Friends can leave you
And lovers can stab you in the back,
But I, no I will never give up.
You can hate me, and be as
Disgusting to me as your heart's desire,
But what you must know,
No matter what you are,
Who you are,
Or where you are,
I would take a bullet for you...
Because if your blood was to be spilled on my shoes,
And I just watched...
Well that is not a possibility.
I have always cared more for others than myself,
But this does not mean I am perfect,
For we all have our flaws and flaunts,
But I really am trying,
Just as we all are.
SmileA mask to layer your pain,Smile3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Cover it and tint it with
A thin strip of flesh across thy face,
And tis' the magic begin,
And happiness rejoice!
SuccessHow do we reach success?Success3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Back stabbing and stomping on others
Hand as they dangle over the most pitiful
And sorrowful cliff there is?
Is that what society has seem to come
Down to when success it discussed?
Since when has honesty not worked?
Trust and cooperation and companionship
Till the end and through it all...
Where is our youngest of world's heading?
Wish You Were HereRemembering the timeWish You Were Here4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your arms were wrapped around my waist,
You head on my chest, and I asked:
"Do you hear that?"
And with no less that sweetest of voices
Did you reply with a:
"Hear what, Love?"
"My heart, Darling.
And you must know, that it
Will beat for you and only you,
Day and night,
Forever and Always."
And times like those,
They make me wish so much more that
You were in my arms as I speak.
Valour-ClawdxDraculauraValour-ClawdxDraculaura4 years ago in Romance More Like This
I'd watched him dominate the casketball court before, but today it was a
bit different. He skipped his last class simply because it turned out
Valentine was in it. I should've been the one skipping out, but thankfully, Miss
Hawthorne understood. She didn't mark him absent, or me, either. I followed him
and watched as he slammed the casketball into the backboard so hard it cracked.
He slammed it through the net and was playing at his top game. I watched him
from the opening to the court. Finally, without much ado, he slammed it so hard
it punched a hole in the back of the backboard and he roared. Any sane person
would've shrunk back in absolute terror and most likely run away, but I knew
I slipped my arms around his waist from behind, nuzzling his back, "It's
"You shouldn't be here. It's...probably safer for you with Bram and
"I'm not scared of you" I murmured into his back.
He took my hand and brought me to the bench at the
Wrenched HeartWhen I read all the goods news,Wrenched Heart3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And things that have happened, making you
So dearly happy,
I feel as though I should be joyful
Along with you,
But I have a sick, wrenched feeling inside of me,
Like a hand has grabbed hold of my heart,
And felt the need to twist it menacingly,
And choke the life from it, leaving it
Shriveled and white, struggling to pump
Life back into me, but succeeding little.
I have desired a heated passion of fury,
One in which I do not know what for,
And if this shines any sense to my readers,
It feels as though my heart has wound up in
A corner, and decided to die wholesomely and alone,
Wishfully thinking with a trace of hope,
Yet no proof of this has shone in any one
I may have put in desire.
Scraped HeartWhen I was a small child,Scraped Heart3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I would ride my bike, just outside my home
On the cobblestone and try to balance with accuracy.
Now and again, I would fall, and scrape my knee.
Mama would always come running, her face twisted with worry
And hold me against her warmth, kissing my boo-boos,
Whispering so calming that "it'd be okay",
That I would "soon heal right back up".
Just as all small children do, I grew.
Life went on for me and Mama was sure enough
To be found correct, I did heal.
But now, knee scraping are not what I feel pain to...
When I try to balance out my love, and it all comes crashing down...
I surely scrape my heart, but as Mama always said, it would heal.
This healed a bit more slowly...
And hurt much more as it began to scar over the years,
My love being taken advantage of, bruising my heart's outer flesh...
And now, ready to explode from inner pain...
I search for my Mama, oh where can she be to mend this
Organ, no more than clothes now stitched together.
UniquenessUniqueness,Uniqueness4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There is nothing much to it, some say,
It is just being different from others,
And I agree, to a certain extent...
It is viewing the world on a different axle,
Revolving around a different star,
One where day is night and night is day.
It is seeing a leaf fall from a tree,
And envisioning it's before times,
When it was still on the Oak,
Clustered in a packed group of green.
It is gazing up towards the sky,
And seeing out into space and beyond,
Far past the stars too bright,
And examining all those too dim.
It is being a artist,
One who is such as no other!
Light as a paper on city streets,
But solid as the tree in which it came from.
To be unique, to be a Joker in the deck of life.
The Blackest CloudSadness, is such as a cloud,The Blackest Cloud4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Gray and dull, lingering in the sky.
Longing for a purpose, wanting to be found,
A dark suited man, a black colored tie.
Sadness is in all of us, waiting among the white,
A single standout, outsider, in a sky of bight.
Shifting through the crowd, effortlessly dragging,
Pouring down on other, definitely saddening.
Catching on a host,some more dead weight,
Creating mixed emotions, grief, anger, hate.
Rising from the hidden, dark cloud overhead,
Unknown misery you cannot leave, not until its fled.
Friend come and go, leaving you behind,
Just outside the gate, the entrance to the shrine.
The rusty doors unlatch, letting you inside,
But what you find is misery, a garden full of lies.
You try to help, from the things you've seen,
Nothing more than a wave, ignored unkeen.
You want it to stop, not let it spread,
But no one can escape, the blackest cloud's dread.
Lost Friendship Part 1The night you told meLost Friendship Part 14 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You had feelings for me, well that started it all...
A tale I heard from you,
About abusive and ignorant lovers and
A social outcast, that is is you.
How did you not feel whole?
Rather hollow and lonesome?
Lost in life, a sad soul swallowed
You. I hope you do not mind,
But I need this out, expressed
And compelled off my chest.
You felt extreme jealously and low
Self confidence. Was part of it
Because of myself?
You were always there for me,
So why is it that when you are
In that time of need,
You reject me, throw me out to sea,
Heartbroken and bleeding through my shirt
Where the blood stains my shirt and
The shallow covering I call skin.
Do you see me?
I am truly devastated, like a prick
And gash in my soul and
Very being, as it were.
Forgive me, you will not appreciate this,
And who knows, maybe its not over...
God, don't I hope so.
I'll give you a few days, let you
Think it all over,
And realize the things I said.
That you are amazing, like a glowing
Stone on th
Losing Self ControlLosing Self Control3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Hedward Horseman scratched away with his black fountain pen. He completed his last sentence and beamed. He finished his Dead Languages homework and he was now done with all of his chores for the night. Hedward glanced at the miniature wooden clock that sat on his desk and smiled. 7:35. His father would be home any minute and he would finally get some quality time with him, something he rarely got.
Hedward gathered his stack of papers and tucked them safely away into his school bag which he carelessly tossed onto his bed. He merrily flew out of his bedroom and toward the kitchen. He could see the kitchen light illuminating from the kitchen door. A huge smile formed on his face. That only meant that his dad had returned home.
He could feel the wind rushing through his hair already. He could feel the pulsing beat of the horse's hooves that rushed through him with each contact the hoof made with the ground. He could smell the forest air, so still in the night, which invited him to keep rid
Venae's DiaryVenae's Diary3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
My name is Vena Cava Loss better known by my nickname Venae, I am the child of Lord Loss, one of the Demonata. I resemble my father in my appearance because i found it easier to take a form similar to him. I have 8 arms, a hole in my chest full of poisonous snakes which i milk in the morning before school. Like my father i Levitate because i have stumps where my feet should me ((i can grow some feet but i find it troublesome to walk as im used to this form)). My skin has a tendancy to ooz blood though most of the time i stop it.
Most Demons from the Demonata can not cross over unless theres an window, but being part human has its advantages and benifits me in that way, that or my dad had a piece of the Kah-Gash in him at one point i havent quite figured out if some magic has passed to me. Unlike my father I dont just feed off pain and sorrow, I feed off more emotions which in a high school sure does have its advantages. My emotional range is limited meaning I s
The Last Poem21,146 words,The Last Poem3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
All inspired by this website.
The ups and downs,
The lefts and rights,
It sure was a hurtful
And spirit-lifting ride.
But one thing's for sure:
I'd never trade my experiences here for anything.
TrappedSometimes I wishTrapped4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I could sprout wings from my shoulder blades
And just fly away...
I cannot escape this cage I
Am barred in by my thoughts...
To think, my own thoughts, soon
To be actual representations of me,
Locking me in my mind.
This is a place with shagged carpets
And cracked windows,
Memories crying in corners...
But, do not fret, dear friends, for
I am treated well here, in my
Own little birdcage, vacant,
Just as my soul meant it to be...
Trapped in a Cage, England x Reader x AmericaTrapped in a Cage, England x Reader x America3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
You have never been the one to be stuck in close spaces, Arthur and Alfred have always wanted you to face your fears but you were always afraid. They came over to your house one day for a visit, your dog of course jumped all over them. The Brit laughed a bit and patted the dog "good girl, so ____ ready to have some fun?" "fun" you say, puzzled as ever. The American laughed and said " yea fun, today is the day we ..." he couldn't finish because Arthur elbowed him in the ribs. "you do what?" the Brit rubbed his elbow and said "well we're going to play with your dog, right Alfred?" "yea, it's true we just want to play with the dog". You smiled at them and walked them down the stairs to the basement were your dog lives. "My, your dog sure got a big cage ____" you replied "I guess Alfred but its kinda small and you know what small tight areas do to me", Arthur hugged you "I know love, I know" you didn't see Arthur mouth out the word "now" to Alfred. Before you knew it Alfred grabbed your le
Lost Love Found Ch.1Chapter 1Lost Love Found Ch.14 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The year was now 2012. And everything about Henry had faded into a distant memory.
After Draculaura's Sweet 1600, the weekend went by creepily slow, as Valentine worked as hard as he could to get that retched smell out of his clothes and more importantly, off of himself. His mother was furious when he arrived home as he dripped god-knows-what on her 13th century rug in the foyer. She shuffled in and hooped and hollered about the mess and the smell and the fact he hadn't cleaned up after his pet bats. He rolled his eyes and without a word stalked past her nagging to the sanctuary of his own bedroom.
He just wasn't in the mood to deal with her screeching and felt that he could put off the lecture of 'you have to listen and obey your mother' as he slammed and locked his bedroom door. With a sigh, the vampire headed for the bathroom and glanced at himself in the vampire-proof mirror. He stared at his wide-eyed glare for what felt like ages before finally bringing himself to just