Simonette : Datelized Chapter 3-All I Need Is You.Simonette : Datelized Chapter 3-All I Need Is You.3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
While Jeanette was taking Simon back to the room, Dave was dressing up quickly.
"Guys, I need your help. Simon is injured badly." said Dave.
"WHAT? You gotta be kidding me!" said Alvin.
"I'm serious, Alvin. Jeanette called me recently, she said that she needs help." said Dave.
"What are we waiting for? Let's go! I hope my brother is okay!" said Alvin.
So, Dave took all of them to the park. Meanwhile, Simon was still injured but luckily, he can speak softly.
"J-Jeanette? Is t-that you? Ouch, my body hurts!" said Simon, mumbling.
"Simon I'm so glad that you're okay! Don't move a muscle, Simon." said Jeanette, gasping.
"So what was the truth you're sa-" mumbled Simon, then he fainted.
"Simon!" yelled Jeanette.
I hope he's okay! Oh lord, please help him! Please! I'm begging you!" whispered Jeanette.
Dave an the munks arrivedm rushing to their room, as soon as possible.
"We're here! Oh my god! I'm calling 911!" said Dave.
"Simon! Jeanette! What have you don
Star Crossed Lovers(chp.1)Star Crossed Lovers(chp.1)3 years ago in Romance More Like This
It was a cold winter night and the moon was casting its light over a small forest on the outskirts of a town and just out of site near the top of a tree sat a rather large tree house.And on the porch laid a chipmunk boy in a tattered hoodie and jeans,and he was just staring up at the starry night sky.When he saw two shooting stars cross paths with each other,and a smile crept across his face as he remembered the words that someone once told him.He quickly lost the smile he had only moments ago and it was replaced with sadness and regret he wiped his eyes in a futile attempt to stop the tears from poring from his eyes.As if in sync with his emotions storm clouds began to gather and pour down rain,and the young chipmunk took refuge inside the tree house.
The interior of the tree house was rather simple it only had a simple twin size bed,a shelf with a small radio,a window,and hung on the wall was a picture of the young chipmunk standing next to and holding hands wi
Simon Hot Tub StorySimon took off his hoodie and laid it aside, then slowly slipped his body down into the warm water of the hot tub. He let out a long sigh, relaxing as he sank further into the nice hot water. It felt good on his fur, and he was more than content to sit there, taking in the refreshing warmth that spread from the bottom of his feet to the tip of his tail.Simon Hot Tub Story4 years ago in Romance More Like This
The concert tour had brought them to a secluded little ski lodge, up in the mountains somewhere, far away from the ravenous crowds and the omnipresent paparazzi. He really didn't mind all of the attention, none of them did, Alvin least of all. But Dave had said that sometimes it's necessary just to get away from it all for a little while in order to rest up and recharge, and Simon couldn't agree more. So when Alvin and Theodore decided to go play in the snow outside the lodge, Simon decided it was the perfect opportunity for a little alone time.
And what bett
On ShakespeareOn Shakespeare3 years ago in Historical More Like This
Like most artists, I think that Shakespeare was something of a paradox. A collection of paradoxes, if you like. And I think that one of his paradoxes was this: He recognised his own power as a dramatist, and yet he accounted his plays to be things of little lasting value.
This is not to say that he disliked the theatre. On the contrary, I think that he loved both it and the fellowship that it brought him. After all, the plays are as much about the theatre as they are about anything else. But I think that in his heart of hearts, he regarded poetry as being the technically more demanding, and artistically higher, form. And I think that it was through his poetry, rather than his plays, that he entertained some hopes of being remembered.
I think that he felt, quite keenly, that had he not been required by necessity to earn a living - that had he been born an aristocrat - then he would have concentrated solely upon poetry, and not written the plays at all.
This would have been broadly comme
Simonette : Datelized Chapter 2-First DateBefore Simon and Jeanette went out to have a date, Simon asked Alvin about dating while Jeanette was asking Brittany the same, dating.Simonette : Datelized Chapter 2-First Date3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Umm..Alvin, I need your help." said Simon.
"I know. It's about dating, right?" said Alvin.
"How did you know?" Simon asked Alvin.
"Yesterday, you and Jeanette were playing chess. I heard that Jeanette was asking you to date or not." said Alvin.
"So, any ideas about dating, Mr.Awesome Alvin?" Simon asked Alvin.
"Well, just imagine that date is like hanging out with someone." said Alvin.
"That's all?" said Simon.
"Yeah, I guess." said Alvin.
As Simon gets ready to dress up, Jeanette and Brittany were talking about dating.
"C'mon Britt, you don't want your sister to be sad, depressed, don't you?" said Jeanette.
"I'm thinking." said Brittany, thinking.
"Aah, here's one. Just think that dating is like hanging out with someone. Also, while your dating, talk about things like hi favorite band, or something." said Brittany.
"Got it! Any more idea
A Panic AttackBreathing,A Panic Attack7 years ago in Other More Like This
Blind PanicIt begins,Blind Panic6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With a sense of unease
Are not quite,
Not like they should be
Blind panic is swelling,
And my soul is telling,
I begin shaking,
I feel the fear breaking
Unable to hide,
I am hearing,
Things that aren't,
That feels like,
A bad dream
Sweat is pouring,
Nails are scoring,
Harsh lines in the table,
In front of me
Knees are bracing,
My lips are tasting,
jlp May 13, 2009
BTC - Titanic 1997 film reviewBTC - Titanic 1997 film review3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Burning Through Celluloid Reviews
Told from the perspective of an elderly woman named Rose Calvert (the late Gloria Stuart) as she describes how many years ago, she was Rose DeWitt Bukater (Kate Winslet), engaged to the arrogant heir of a steel factory Caledon Nathan Hockley (Billy Zane) and feels suffocated by her lack of choice in her life with being forced to uphold her high-class status while onboard a transport ship heading to America. Her life is forever changed when she meets a penniless artist named Jack Dawson (Leonardo DiCaprio) who manages to get her to break free of her bonds as they shortly fall deeply in love with each other. But, as we already know before this movie even started, the ship they are on is the doomed RMS Titanic as it hits an iceberg and, inevitably, sinks .
and so do we the audience, sinking into our chairs with the ungodly length of this film 3 f*cking hours geez Cameron, at least "Avatar" was 30 minutes shorter in comparison to t
Meet Me In The Pouring Rain It was just another typical night at the Seville household. Dave was still at a meeting for work. Alvin was just sitting in the living room playing video games. Theodore was cooking dinner. Nothing exciting. In the basement were two chipmunks working hard at a science project for class. These two studious munks never seemed to get distracted by anything when working. Tonight, Simon couldn't keep his eyes off of her. She was wearing skinny blue jeans that showed off her perfect hips. A purple v-neck long sleeved shirt and black flats went along with this. Half of her hair was pulled out of her face while the rest was hanging loosely around her beautiful face with slight makeup on it. Who can forget those cute, purple glasses of hers? She was just perfect. He has been catching himself staring at her like this a lot lately, but he just couldn't help himself. There has been a feeling he has been getting since they started high school. Now being juniors, he felt that he should dMeet Me In The Pouring Rain3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Cracked Jars of Sunshine - Part ICracked Jars of Sunshine - Part I4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Everything had a price.
She wasn't sure when she first realized this. When the bitter thought had slipped itself into the back of her head as a carefully guided needle to helpless little balloon. It may have been when she was old enough to wobble unsteadily on her own bare feet. Back then, her and her mother had been on some remote planetshe couldn't even remember why or the name of itonly that her mother worked hard. Worked honestly. There were other twi'leks with them and she played often in warm sun and the fresh tilled earth worked by her mother and many others. There was planting. There was singing. There was laughter. Half-formed memories of childhood they were; things that during her darkest hours she would reach out with her minds eye and cradle them to her for comfort.
In the beginning, her mother smiled and laughed too. She could almost remember the way her mothers eyes would crinkle when she did. She remembered her mothers stories of her home pl
my heart beats in dialtones -chello?my heart beats in dialtones -c6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
maybe there are too many things ive been waiting to say.
you don't have to call me back, but i wanted to tell you that i love you. i love you and that messy printing you always use to write the inaccurate equations that lead to my heart. i love you and the beautiful mess you are that smiles when i pick up trash in my pretty pink dress that i say makes me look fat but you tell me that i never could because i am as thin as the ice that covers me when you aren't around. i love you even though you never answer your phone; even though i've been calling you for years and you never left me any messages.
i would say that i'm ugly but we look so alike.
im thinking maybe youre easier to talk to when youre not really you. so lately that means im questioning your answering machine again and addressing you in faceless nouns since i cant begin to say the things ive been meaning to te
A Heavy Heart to Carry - Part VIA Heavy Heart to Carry - Part VI3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Second to pulling the trigger, I think that was the single best feeling I'd ever had in a long time and when he started screaming at me, blood pouring from his squashed nose and the gap made by his lost tooth, I was downright considering doing it again. The blue twi'lek on his arm, fragged out of her head on spice was now trying to comfort Javoran who moments before had been busy beating the kid at his feet mercilessly. Useless. I didn't step in when Javoran grabbed hold of her and shoved her hard enough she went end-over-tea-kettle over a chair and sprawled on the floor. But he went to lay a hand on me and I hitched my fingers in my belt.
"Wouldn't do that, Chief," warned him. He's lucky we worked for the same fella and I liked my butt alive. "Don't think our mutual boss would like to hear how you've been playing with the merchandise, mm?" Hiking my head to the sprawled out dancer I was pretty sure was his newest toy. The new ones he kept for himself to break in didn't let anyone slee
Ghost Train - The Untold Story Of Timothy Part 9Ghost Train - The Untold Story Of Timothy Part 97 months ago in Horror More Like This
The next day, the sun shone but there were very few passengers coming to the Branch Line. The financial problems were getting worse and if nothing was done within the next few weeks, the line would close. Thomas, Percy, Toby and Daisy were very upset and couldn't stand of the thought of losing the line they had worked so hard on and loved so much.
Thomas was taking on water at the water tower when Percy shunted some empty trucks. He could see his best friend was sad, thinking that this could the final days of working on his branch line.
"If the outcome does happen," Percy said. "We'll have to move on. But the main thing is that we'll still have each other, our friendship will forever last."
Thomas could only look at the small green engine and sighed. A few more days went by and by sheer luck, the Fat Controller was able sort out the fanatical troubles and help raise enough money to get the Branch Line back in full swing. However, the number of passengers was still lacking but had slowl
Biding Time - PW-R-051Biding TimeBiding Time - PW-R-0513 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Feels like forever since I've been able to add to this." A satisfied smile found itself on Alex's face as she examined her badge case for the Johto League. "Three Johto badges. It's been way too long in the making."
"" Standing beside his seated trainer in the shade of the Cianwood City Pokémon Center, Surtur glanced over the badges. "
EPIC: in which Robin makes new friendsWith growing horror, Robin realized that the approaching din was the sound of cracked branches and broken shrubs—in other words, the sound of a massive thing crashing through the brush. Swiftly, she considered her options, all of which were very limited and invariably resulted in her messy, unpleasant death.EPIC: in which Robin makes new friends3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Before she'd come to a conclusion, the thing hurtled into the clearing behind her and she spun, stumbling back a step in sheer horror. Then she blinked. The thing was an apparently normal young man, covered in leaves and dirt and not quite as large or carnivorous as the crashing had suggested.
Robin's vital functions stopped panicking and, with some difficulty, went about resuming their normal patterns. She exhaled a rattling breath and had only just opened her mouth to ask where she was when he looked up at her and said, suddenly, "Run. If I were you, I'd start running as fast as possible." Then, without even as much as another glance, he proceeded to follow his own
Dear x** for official reasons these people do don't do don't maybe exist**Dear x5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
You are my savior and my destroyer. So many times you've kicked me into the bottomless pit and laughed as I fell from view. Only a few hours later to send a paper aeroplane tied with some ambiguous message, for me to misinterpret and ride back out again. Still, you make my heart run marathons and bright words dance in front of my eyes. With you I want to break all the rules in the book, I want to smash the sky to pieces and just stare in to oblivion with you.
ChamberChamberChamber2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The barking became louder as I padded across the yard. Damp grass that smelled of morning dew crunched under my paws as I went. The sharp scent of a stray wafted through the wood fence of the yard as a gust of chilling wind flattened my floppy ears back against my head.
As I neared the fence I heard a soft yelp in excitement and the stir of leaves by the vigorous wagging of a stubby tail.
“Hello,” barked a soft voice.
I leaned forward to be surprised by the touch of a wet nose against my nose. It's owner shyly pulled away and pawed at the ground nervously.
“What do you want,” I growled, the fur on my nape rising at the thought of an unseen intruder before me.
The stray let out a small, pitiful cry and flattened itself onto the ground.
“I don't mean to be a burden,” she murmured, “but I was wondering if you had any food you could spare. I'm really hungry and...”
Even though I could not see her I knew that she was staring right at m
Sentence Stories 2The only reason he started singing again was because he heard Rose singing in the shower one day.Sentence Stories 24 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
His favourite movie was The Muppets, and Rose joked that it was only because he fancied himself as Beaker (to which he vehemently protested).
"Hey Doctor, can you stop leaving cat food around the TARDIS? We're not getting a cat."
"The Daleks aren't going to exterminate all your trash, Rose."
He considered it a successful day of fighting aliens if she fell asleep on him during their reading time in the library.
Rose never let him wear bowties unless he was wearing a tux because she claimed it looked terrible with his usual suit and Converse.
From that moment on, the Doctor decided they weren't going to visit any more famous kings.
The crossing of time lines is strictly forbidden except when it means he can look back on a daft man with big ears and his blonde friend.
One day River stopped visiting and Amy had to tell Rory what the Doctor had told her after the Byzantium crashed.
Missing YouI miss her.Missing You5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I know I shouldn't. I know that she was a traitor, a liar, and a heart breaker. She was possibly a psychopath too, even though there's really no way to prove that. I don't know why that I do. It isn't something that's easy to explain, like why I lie to Robin when I break something in the tower, or do something that I'm probably not supposed to do. I do that to save myself a butt kicking. But why do I miss her? She shouldn't be worth it. At all.
But she is.
She was an enigma, I know that now. Even though I was the person that knew her the best, or so she told me. I wonder now if everything she told me was a lie.
She has me roaming around the tower now. I did this before for a while, the first time that I lost her. That was even worse than this time. Before I wouldn't just roam the tower. I also used to roam the city in a Robin-esqe way trying to stop crime. Trying to stop people from being corrupted the way that she was. I used to go visit her statue too, all the time, befor
confessions of lostwithoutyou.i'm not a liar. but i never told you that you always looked best in black. i liked how your skin would fade to a paler shade of perfection and your perfect teeth would glint a little brighter. and i could pretend for an evening that you were my black and white dream come true. and with you there would be no shades of inbetweens and no grays for us to get lost in. i never told you but it's true.confessions of lostwithoutyou.6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
i was never able to tell you, but i hate the way you cook your 'specialty' eggs. you always laughed over your shoulder and told me that they are the best food ill ever eat, that i was blessed to get the chance to taste them melting on my tongue. but frankly, you used too much pepper and the wrong cheese and i always spit them in my napkin when you turned away. i always told you that they were my favorite food, but i dont even actually like eggs.
i could never say this, but i can't stand the way you click your tongue against your perfect teeth when you're nerv
A Thomas the Tank Engine Christmas - Rough DraftA Thomas the Tank Engine ChristmasA Thomas the Tank Engine Christmas - Rough Draft6 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
Based on “Mrs. Kyndley’s Christmas” and “Thomas’ Christmas Party” by the Rev. W. Awdry
Adaptation for Audio by Shimmering Sparkles
N: Mrs. Kyndley lives in a cottage near Hackenbeck close to the Ffarquhar branchline. She loves trains, and we waves whenever they go by. It was almost Christmas time on the Island of Sodor. Thomas was working very hard on his branchline, and his coaches Annie and Clarabel were packed full of passengers and parcels.
Thomas: Come on, come on! Christmas waits for no person, engine or coach!
Annie and Clarabel: *grumbling* We’re feeling so full! We’re feeling so full!
Thomas: *worried* Here comes the hill – can I make it to the top?
Thomas’ driver: Look ahead, Thomas; a hankerchief’s waving from the cottage window!
Thomas’ fireman: That can mean one lady, Thomas.
Thomas: You’re right – yes, I can make it! Hold on, girls!
his mother in readingit might've been the weighthis mother in reading4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
she gained in her
hips and stomach
her only child,
or the heft of responsibility
brought on by jobs and bills
and eviction notices,
but she wasn't beautiful
some key element
left her skin empty
and let it sag
and slump like her shoulders.
she looked like wet laundry
hung like papier mache
streamers dragged down
by a cold summer rain.
it choked the life out of her
i can see it in her eyes
in her face
she just sits in front of the television
she doesn't feel love anymore-
telling a story that has no end,
breaking her heart just to feel again-
there is a big nothing
where love should be.
A Handful of MothsThe mountain is a pincushion for cactus. It looks like some irritated desert deity just threw saguaros like spears at the hillside until s/he ran out of spears.A Handful of Moths4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It's movie night, and that means that tires crunch through the gravel at the drive-in to see the latest stars-and-explosions movie. It's robots tonight, great city-wrecking things with Hollywood voices and gears spinning behind their ear plates. That means that we pile into the cars and go, plaid rugs flung over the backs of the seats, plaid shirts over tank tops, team bumper stickers. Go Team! It's cooled down to seventy-five degrees and the condensation on my soda cup drops down to gather between my skin and the plastic.
We talk and talk and pay our dollars and park. The blanket gets tossed out like a bigtop tent and flattened in the bed of the pickup. The bed door falls down on its chains with a clunk.
The screen looms in front of the cars, cream-colored and silent. The logo of the drive-in dances around it like a screensave