Your Blood is Mine BobXBartYour Blood is Mine.Your Blood is Mine BobXBart3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Two souls entwined by fate.
Similar in spirit,
blinded by hate.
A thirst for revenge unending.
your retribution pending.
Sins of the past,
never meant for it to last.
The precipice of reconciliation,
That you and I aren't so different you see,
but you will never know truly what you mean to me.
Yet this rage is forever seething.
A feeling indescribable.
A craving, undeniable.
It's almost intoxicating,
To see you shaking, watch you quaking.
Your pain, my exhilaration.
Your fear, my salvation.
from my depths arisen.
My own asylum.
My eternal prison.
An endless cycle,
of hate and indifference.
Of pleas unheard,
Never to be taken.
The devil's bidding,
A heart never relinquishing,
Of an unfinished task.
A murder never come to pass.
No use repenting.
Never sorry, never lamenting.
Now it's time to pay the price.
Cold, silver bl
Without youAll I needed was you to talk to me. But you couldn't do that. Everyday without you was painful, yet seeing you was painful. When you talk to me, I smiled because I know it won't last long. I think it's getting better, I'm smiling, cause I know you still care.Without you4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A Simpsons' Christmas (chapter 3)A Simpsons' ChristmasA Simpsons' Christmas (chapter 3)3 years ago in Sketches More Like This
Lisa: Should we tell Mom what happened to Dad's car? *Lisa put her seatbelt on*
Homer: Uh, kids Let's just pretend that 'thing' with the car, never happened.
Lisa: Ok, Dad *Lisa sighed sadly*
Bart: It'll cost ya, Homer!
Homer: How much? *Homer looked at Bart with mild frustration*
Bart: Ten bucks. *Bart opened and closed his hand as if to say 'Gimme'*
Seymour: Not in my car, young man! *Seymour started driving his car*
Homer: He sure told you, boy! *Homer laughed at Bart*
Bart: Are we there yet?
Bart: Are we there yet?
Bart: Are we there yet?
Bart: Are we there yet?
Bart: Are we there yet?
Bart: Are we there yet?
Bart: Are we there yet?
Bart: Are we there yet?
Bart: Thank god! *Bart jumped out of the car*
Lisa: Just in time. *Lisa looked at Homer then got out of the car quickly*
Seymour: Ok everyone, remember to stick
A Simpsons' Christmas (prologue)A Simpsons' ChristmasA Simpsons' Christmas (prologue)3 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
A Simpsons' Christmas (chapter 2)A Simpsons' ChristmasA Simpsons' Christmas (chapter 2)3 years ago in Sketches More Like This
Bart: I'm okay!
Homer: No! I'm not ok! *Homer sobbed*
Lisa: What is it, Dad!?!
Homer: I'll never get the lifetime supply of bottled water!!!!
Lisa: Ok, at least we're all ok
Homer: I didn't hear the address I was supposed to send my details to! Why is life so cruel! *Homer wailed loudly*
Bart: We're never gonna get the stupid tree!
Seymour: Good Lord! Is everyone ok?! *Seymour leaped out of his car to aid the Simpsons* (Seymour had been driving past when Homer crashed. Seymour had been out doing errands for Agnes)
Bart: Could it get any worse?
Lisa: Yes, Principal Skinner. Everyone is fine.
Seymour: Let me at least give you a ride home.
Lisa: We weren't going home, we were going to get a Christmas tree. I guess we'll have to walk there now.
Homer: Walk!?! *Homer and Bart groaned*
Seymour: I'm on my way to buy a Christmas tree for Mother. Want to come along?
Lisa: Thank you for the kind offer but we coul-
She's a Werewolf, BabyShe's on the prowl, baby,She's a Werewolf, Baby4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Enveloped in the shelter of the dark.
You won't see her stalking,
You won't have a clue what's coming.
She'll tear those clothes right off your back,
and leave her marks on that tasty flesh.
She'll lick the salt off your clammy neck,
and bite that sweet tongue like it's her dinner.
Have her eyes turned yellow?
Are they shining among the black?
She's some kind of savage, baby,
A beast on two legs.
She's burning up from your scent.
One scratch and you'll burn,
One lick and she'll melt.
Breath turned to steam,
Heart set ablaze,
She's a werewolf, baby.
You'd better run.
PKMN: GlitchYoung Pokémon Trainer Red was much like any other boy his age in that he got such a thrill out of doing something he wasn't supposed to. Something against the rules... He grinned to himself as he summoned his Charizard from its Poké Ball.PKMN: Glitch5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Hey, buddy," he whispered. "Do you know where we are?"
The fire Pokémon nodded, looking around at the jungle-like vegetation overgrowing all sides of the thin pathway. A certain excitement rose up in Red's chest every time he heard the scurrying of Pokémon in the bushes, the distant, muffled cries of species he still had yet to capture... He grinned to himself, unable to contain his thrill at their adventure.
The Safari Zone. It was challenging, oftentimes infuriating, but Red loved it the sights, the smells, the thrill of the hunt as he sought out to catch that one rare Pokémon... It was like a gamble, or another game of chance... And while Red never liked such games, he was willing to make an exception when it came t
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
At The Flower ShopBob x Bart slash. Drabble fic. Set during "Day of the Jackanapes". What REALLY went on "at the flower shop".At The Flower Shop6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
After explaining his mission to the hypnotised Bart, Sideshow Bob rubbed his hands together. "Well, now that we have that out of the way.." He brushed his right hand through Bart's hair and knelt in front of him. "Bart, you won't remember any of this."
"I won't remember any of this."
Trembling slightly, he allowed his hand to rest on Bart's neck.
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. "
Fender - Grumpy robots"Uuuggghh...." Groaned a young, hungover redhead as he pushed back his long bangs. 'I should really stop accepting Benders drinking challenges...' He thought to himself as he leant back in his chair and ruffled his hair some more.Fender - Grumpy robots5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"You should really get a haircut, Fry." Stated Leela rather bluntly as she scrunched up her nose in distaste and tugged at his hair.
"Yeah, Fry... If you want I once slept with a hairdresser so I can get you in for cheaper!" Amy chirped excitedly as she flipped open her phone.
Fry looked between them both, sighed and then shrugged, "I don't know..." he started with uncertainty. "Hey, Bender..." He said slowly as he span in his chair to face his dozing, robotic best friend. "What do you think? Do you think I should get a hair cut?" He asked, pulling at his long locks with a questionable look.
Bender glared at his hair, stated a sharp "I don't care." Then stood from his chair and stormed out the room.
Fry stared after him with a rather puppy-like express
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 Simpson8 months ago in Editorial More Like This
UnknownUnknown5 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. &
Stage Fright: Chapter 8 (Bort)Chapter Eight: Making AmendsStage Fright: Chapter 8 (Bort)2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
As weeks past and it was nearing Christmas, things with the house guests began to deteriorate even more. They were no longer in the honeymoon phase and neither Cosette nor Cassie had found a job yet, not that they were putting much effort into looking, mind you with the internet and World of Warcraft taking up much of their time. Cosette's black cat Tiki had constantly been fighting with the Simpson's cat Snowball, but had secretly had a litter of three solid black kittens under the bed, Snowball being the likely father of them considering they only fought when she wasn't in heat. Bart, Lisa and Maggie had quickly claimed one each, Bart's being a male which he'd named Chance. On the downside, Cosette's big black lab that they kept chained up outside wouldn't let anyone whatsoever out into the backyard except for it's owners.
Marge had already had her hands full keeping up the house before they came, but things seemed even harder on her now with Coset
Frappuccino"The night was darker than usual, colder than usual and down right spooky." A calm voice dramatised in recall of a particularly 'heroic' tale. Or so he says.Frappuccino5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
But the young red-head had his doubts. His unconsciously rose his eyebrows and rolled his eyes in a disbelieving fashion. The large blonde in front of him pouted and he couldn't help but sigh, yet again. "Really, Zapp... you say all these stories and none of them ever check out to be remotely true." The read-head moaned, groaning even louder at how very 'Leela' he just sounded.
Zapp's pout turned into a childish frown, "B-but...I thought you liked my stories?" He turned his big blue eyes up at Fry.
Fry couldn't help but think 'cheater' as he stared at the pathetic excuse for a man in front of him. "Ugh. Let's just go get a beer. I wonder if Benders back yet..." Fry thought aloud.
"Oh! Ah...Er...No! The robot is...er...still out...at...er that...thing. Yes. Leela told me he'd be away all day and night and maybe
The Fantastic Five, chapter 1Chapter 1: The Mysterious AttackersThe Fantastic Five, chapter 13 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Hi. You can call me Lisa Simpson. Or Clobber Girl. That's my superhero name. I've done many things in my life: travelled in many different countries, performed magic tricks, been close to being killed, written cartoons, but they're nothing, nothing compared to the life of a superhero with awesome super strength that allows me to pick up and toss cars like toys, lift houses, break through walls like they were wet cardboard, and beat the hell out of evil bank robbers twice of my size.
And believe me, being a superhero you get a lot of attention, even though as myself, I'm still the abonded little girl with a straight line of A pluses from almost every subject. The best thing about this thing is that I'm not doing this alone. I also have my whole family in it: my brother Bart (Stretch Dude), my baby sister Maggie (Bouncing Battle Baby), my dad (The Pie Man), and my mom (The Entangler) are doing this as well. Bart, I, and Maggie are ofte
Stage Fright Chapter 3 (Bob/Bart)Chapter Three: Of Secrets that Angels HideStage Fright Chapter 3 (Bob/Bart)3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Bart continued to watch the tall, slender ex-con as he raked the leaves into a neat pile. He had on an aubergine sweater and a gray scarf artfully draped around his neck and... was he wearing jeans? He couldn't ever remember a time when Bob had worn jeans, the two just didn't seem to go in the same sentence, yet there he was wearing black jeans like they were a second skin. It was an odd enough a thing for him to notice so he pushed those thoughts aside, determined to find out something about the mysterious Sideshow Bob. Just what he was searching for, he wasn't really sure.
A slight breeze had started to pick up and Bart watched on with keen interest as the pile of leaves Bob had labored over so tirelessly began to scatter, just a little at first and then a huge breeze came along, scattering his leaves to all corners of the park. Bob sighed, his posture slouching with frustration. Bart was far enough away that he couldn't be seen as lo
Stage Fright Chapter 4 (Bob/Bart)Chapter Four: Bad-boy and the GeekStage Fright Chapter 4 (Bob/Bart)2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The next couple of days were pretty dull and uneventful. The doctor had told Homer that the first week after his tonsillectomy was often the worst and he certainly wasn't exaggerating in that regard. Whenever Homer wasn't totally whacked out on pain meds, he was whining and being a complete baby over the pain from his surgery. The whole family tried to keep him well supplied with cold snacks like sherbet and various Squishee slush drinks from the Kwik-E-Mart. By day four, there was a marked improvement, but Bart had the feeling that his dad was going to milk this being sick thing for all its worth.
As Bart lay on his bed having just gotten home from school, he closed his eyes and felt the stress of the day slowly melt away. As his breathing slowed and all of the erroneous clutter of his conscious mind faded, his thoughts wandered back to Bob. It had been four days since their unlikely encounter in the park and he hadn't seen him since. Four who
Simpsons Fantasy V - Part 1SIMPSONS FANTASY VSimpsons Fantasy V - Part 16 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Inside the Simpsons House, LISA and MAGGIE are talking in LISA's Bedroom.
LISA: Damn it! I dont know what to show tommorow for Show and Tell!
MAGGIE: You still cant decide? I decided ages ago!
LISA: Oh yeah? What did you decide to take to school then?
MAGGIE: My sword. What else?
LISA: Principal Skinner would never allow that in the building!
MAGGIE: Lis, remember, I dont exactly carry it around all the time you know. I can summon it out of nothing.
LISA: Yeah, but that only works in Battle Mode.
MAGGIE: Thats the thing. I'd need your help for me to summon it.
LISA: In otherwords, you want me to go into battle with you using the Sisterhood?
MAGGIE: Pretty much, yeah.
LISA: Alright. It'll get me out of finding something to show.
MAGGIE: See. It works out for both of us.
The following day, BART, LISA and MAGGIE board the School Bus. BART notices that LISA nor MAGGIE have an item for Show and Tell.
BART: Say, werent you two supposed to have show and tell today?
Stage Fright: Chapter 15 (BORT)Dreamers Often LieStage Fright: Chapter 15 (BORT)2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
In his darkened room, Bart sat on the edge of the bed, feet planted firmly on the floor and his elbows resting on his knees as he told Bob all of the details that his hazy memory could provide of the scene he'd witnessed.
“I remember that my last thoughts before loosing consciousness were full of regret. Regret for yelling at Milhouse. I had no idea that things were about to end up like... like that. That Milhouse would end up...” Bart looked down to his hands, forgetting for a moment that this was Bob that he was spilling his innermost thoughts to. He took a deep, steadying breath, closing himself off a little. Really, Bob had asked him about the potential crime he had witnessed, not a complete rundown of his emotional state and of his tentative relationship with Milhouse. Bob cleared his throat, likely feeling awkward at the emotional display himself.
“Did you recognize the man dragging the black bag?” asked Bob, steering them back to
Stage Fright Chapter 14Connecting the DotsStage Fright Chapter 142 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was a hot and humid night, the chill of the previous week was gone and replaced by weather much more fitting of the time of year as summer approached. Sweat dripped from his brow as Bob's hand wavered with anticipation and nervousness, hovering over Snake's doorbell. He was having anxiety attacks that were just as volatile as those he'd had in prison and he just needed something; someone to bring him back down into the reality that Bart had so abruptly shaken the fabric of and sitting alone in his apartment that evening doing nothing but chain smoking and nervously fidgeting like a caged animal just wasn't cutting it.
He finally pressed the buzzer, letting out the breath he'd been holding when he realized that the doorbell was broken. It was a rather rundown part of town, so it didn't really surprise him. He shook his head over how ridiculous he was behaving, swallowed down his own anxiety and knocked. After a moment, he could hear the peep hole slide open