FOP: A Tale of Two Trixies CH1FOP: A Tale of Two Trixies CH15 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It was Thursday afternoon at Dimmsdale Elementary. The final bell had run and all the kids where pouring out of the building, excited that tomorrow was Friday. The last thing between a weekend of freedom. You could practically hear a jumpy tune in the air.
Two girls were walking together and chit-chatting , when they were suddenly forced to halt as a small, bucked tooth boy wearing a silly pink hat stepped in there path.
"Hey, Trixie" Said Timmy Turner cheerful as he walked up to her. "I just wanted to tell you that I got tickets to the special early premiere of "The Crimson Chin 2". Trixie's aloof manner was instantly replaced with a wide eyed surprise.
"Really?!" said Trixie excitement in her voice. Trixie would have killed to go to that premiere. But she couldn't let anyone know she was actually interested in a silly comic book movie, so there was no way she co
A short walkAndy had just had another fight with his wife, she said he was distant, that he never talked to her, of course he didn't, to him she was a piece of meat, a trophy to be admired, he whished she would just shut up and know her place.A short walk4 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
It was dark; he did what he always did to calm down. He went for a "walk" this "walk" took him near one of the many slums set up by the homeless, he found what he was looking for, a young girl no older than 14, she wore tattered rags, barely enough to keep her from freezing to death.
Andy watched her for a while, she went down an alley that was empty, this was his chance, he walked up to her slowly, he wanted to talk to her, getting them to come of their own free will was a special type of thrill to him.
People always had this ignorant assumption that the kind of "monster" who would be willing to kill another would stand out as a creep, this wasn't true his ability to act normal, evening charming at times served him well, say when he had to negotiate a deal
STOP N' SWOPSTOP N' SWOP3 years ago in Horror More Like This
I'm sure everyone remembers the feature Stop n Swop in Banjo Kazooie that was scrapped
for many reasons. If not you've most likely been living under a rock. If you do remember
then I have an interesting tale for you. So I'm sure everyone knows of the supposed
"Spots" of which you can activate SnS. Well while playing Banjo Kazooie on my computer
hooked up via Gamebridge I was hunting down codes for my Gameshark when I found this
website that had an all black background. It had a short description and a code, the
description was as follows. "Have you ever wondered what's behind those doors in Grunty's
Lab? Well now you can finally find out with this code!" What followed was a rather short
two line code with a simple description. I couldn't believe it, like really, I was
entirely skeptical. Though something at the back of my mind wanted me to believe, so I
rubbed my head and sighed and plugged in my Gameshark mounting Banjo Kazooie on top. I
was pretty into hacking games back i
Do You?I dreamt of you last night,Do You?5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Just like the night before.
I know that we are only friends,
But is there something more?
Do you know what I'm feeling?
Do you feel it too?
I can't keep my mind from reeling.
Do you know I'm thinking of you?
I know we have only know each other
For a very short while,
But do you know how my stomache flutters
When I see you smile?
A Love Like This A Love Like YouA Love Like This A Love Like You3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What if I held you like you were made of glass
And out of my dreams you would never pass
I'd like to think you'd know just what love is and was
Because in my arms I'd show how to really love and be loved
My world would be complete
If I could just lay at your feet
And tell you all that you mean to me
Oh how my heart and soul would be so free
I think a love like this would stand a chance
And be more than just a simple little romance
I would take you and hold and never let you go
I would never let this love grow cold if you'd only say so
My heart feels like a fire is waking from a dark cold slumber
And if you touched my chest you would certainly fall under
The spells of my love yes my love that's who you would be
Just say the word and I will be your everything
I'll even take the time to learn what makes your heart truly sing
I'll be your everything if you would swear upon all you hold dear
That you'll never fall out of love with me not once ever you hear
Cause with my love in yo
Wings Of FireWings Of Fire3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wings Of Fire
Send me off to the fiery abyss
Free me from life's grip
Morals have been tortured
Strengths have been reversed
Desires have been submersed
I plead for you to pass the torch
Hand over the destiny I've been waiting for
Let me finish off this unbearable dirge
Weep not for singed sins
Leave behind the memories
Mourn not for scarred skin
Forgive every tragedy
Set ablaze that darkness within
Grasp onto serenity
Fuel the flame for the ending
Cling onto clarity
There's peace after pain
Calm can engulf chaos
There's love behind hate
Freedom masks weakness
I've abandoned every promise
I couldn't complete what was said
My hope cannot rise from the ashes
Please, do not follow my footprints of flame
They only lead down a path where infernos cascade
There is no honorable life or even death for what I became
Consume this cruel reality
The Interview!The Interview!3 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
Authors notes: This was not a request. I wrote this story to go along with the picture above that was drawn by :iconstrawb-ellie: because it was requested by :iconfastchaoz:. It tells how everyone's cute little dragon Slayer, Wendy Marvell ends up in that Situation, and the aftermath.
Part 1: The Interview
“Welcome, please have a seat my dear.” Greeted a tall and beautiful woman with snow white hair, she gave off a warm motherly-like vibe as the person she invited into the room stood before her. “So tell me my cute little interviewee, what made you want to become my secretary?”
Standing before the woman was a young girl with blue hair that was kept together in twin tails, and is wearing a wavy pattern blue and yellow dress with white jagged pattern material at the bottom. She shyly looked down at her feet instead of in the eye of her potential employer. It was clear that she was more than a bit nervous about this interview since she looked
Alyssa, the Padded Angel (Chapter 1)Alyssa, the Padded Angel (Chapter 1)3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
There are many things which transcend the norms of reality. There is supernatural activity, spiritual energy, and a collection of different entities which exist or are thought to exist in this world. Some of these are felt by direct contact, while others require nothing of the sort. Some bring about strong emotions within the minds of sensible human beings, while others are so passive that they are blatantly ignored, even when they are right in front of our eyes. Whatever it may be, there are some forces which exist which cannot be heavily described by anyone. Well, at least anyone living on Earth, with their own visible attributes in front of anyone and everyone. There were some beings in this world which could not be seen, but somehow be mysteriously felt and personified by the normal living souls of Earth. These beings had their own mystical powers, sent from the very skies above to spread their tidings among the denizens below them. They use these powers for good, spreading faith,
Whispers of the MadWhispers of the Mad:Whispers of the Mad3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your lips remain painted with the scars of torment
Carved so as to split with every word of speech
The glass that slices through your softened flesh
Bears the marking we know as 'Vinashuka'
And now he lies beneath the falling sand
Drowning in a world that is sinking away
Though his feet will seek the stability of ground
He finds himself caught by 'Vinashuka'
A disturbing word that rings hollow at best
For it carries the tone of a tainted solitude
A heart that has been corrupted by physical pain
Can only scream 'Vinashuka!'
How does a man know when he has gone insane?
To descend into a world where logic is naught
A moon that carries the colour of blood
Shall paint my skin with 'Vinashuka'
I have lost all sense of meaning in this place
There is no where else for my soul to flee
Caught within the whispers of delusory madness
I can only repeat Vinashuka...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 13th July 2012
You.You told me onceYou.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you would break my stars,
tear them from the sky and devour them
s l o w l y.
I neglected to tell you
they all had their own feelings
and your bruises form my own constellation
in the quiet valleys of my firefly skin.
I am the milky way.
And you, my sweet-
You are nothing more
than a dead star
with a pretty name.
Hound Hunters: Chapter 1AnisaHound Hunters: Chapter 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The afternoon sun blazed in a clear midsummer sky. A small stream gushed and bubbled its way through a heavily wooded area, shaded from the harsh sun by the tall trees that grew there. A blueish-grey wolf trotted quickly through the trees near the stream at a slow pace, enjoying the feeling of the cool moss on her paws. She was a rogue, a loner, an outcast. She was a werewolf; she would never fit in with either wolves or humans. She had no pack to look after, only her own mouth to feed. That was how she had lived her whole life, it was all she knew to do. Though she wouldn't tell any other wolf, she felt like something was missing.
The werewolf, growing tired, stopped to drink from the stream. She bent to drink the cool, clear liquid. After she was sated, she continued on her way, leaping over the water. She eventually came across the smell of many other wolves. 'A pack,' she thought, wrinkling her nose in disgust. 'I'm not going near them.' She started to turn away from t
ReflectionReflection3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Cold and smooth is the surface of glass, but it doesn't have a color,
and it hides the naked truth unlike any other
You look so innocent in the truth, but it really, truly lies,
'cause the person that it sees right now hardly can comply
The glowing glass holds the image of you, but all it sees is perfection
you like to tease it is the truth, though it is only your reflection
Blinded by beauty is the mirror to only notice features
it compares you to the rest, lower than a creature
It can't see your pain inside, or understand your feelings
and you know as you move on, it's yourself you're slowly killing
You let out a cry of pain as you pound your fist into the glass
then you fall onto your knees and hope those feelings swiftly pass
The mirror breaks and is left confused as it lays there shattered
blood drips down your raw hand and your breathing slowly patterns
Now the mirror is just like you, it's broken and a mess
and you can't repair the pieces which are lower than they are les
Luna's LoveLuna's Love4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sister I cry to you, please come rescue me
Drowning myself in misery I cannot sleep
Banished to the place where I feel alone
I beg, I pled, I want to come home
I cannot lay my soul to rest
With the empty pain I feel in my chest
My color slowly turning to grey
My patience slowly fading away
I thought you loved me and cared
By telling me you would always be there
But now I see where you lacked
I thought you always had my back
My vengeance growing and turning cold
The days getting older, centuries old
If you don't love me than no one will
I'm tired of feeling sick and ill
The Luna you love is buried away
Tonight shall begin another new day
Nightmare Moon shall rise from hate
Before it's too late
The Origin.The Origin.4 years ago in Horror More Like This
November 16, 1995
While at Cinnabar Island on the coast I met a strange Pokemon, it looks like blocks put together to make a backward 'L'. So after observing it I decided to catch it.
After observing this strange creature, I decided to see how it fought in a Pokemon battle. After training It seems it uses water gun a lot and sky attack, so in conclusion I think it's a normal/flying type.
Today it evolved into a Kangaskhan for some odd reason. It looked like normal, but it had an egg in it's pouch.
November 23, 1995
The egg hatched, but the Kangaskhan won't care for it at all. I tried to feed and play with it but it still won't do anything.
November 24, 1995
I've decided to give the infant Pokemon to a trainer in Lavender Town. He said he would take good care of her.
November 30, 1995
A Rather Hipster Way of Saying Something ClicheRoses are usually redA Rather Hipster Way of Saying Something Cliche4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Violets aren't normally blue
That's why they're called violets
I just ruined this poem for you
Curse of a VampireMay thee be cursed to live upon the blood of once thine own kind, lest thee wish to wither and parish from famine.Curse of a Vampire6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
May thee be cursed to fear the touch of the Suns warming rays, lest thee wish for thy flesh to burn and thine ashes be taken by the wind.
May thee be cursed to walk as an eternal corpse, condemned, lest thee face thy God, thy creator, and be denied.
PlaygroundPlayground3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
All that autumn her ghost haunted the playground;
no wisping phantom, but strident bits and pieces
clamoring for attention - a pair of black patent
leather shoes waiting expectantly by the teeter-totter.
And Sister Teresa had to pry red woolen mittens
off the jungle gym every morning.
Jimmy Boyle kept seeing her sweater at the swings,
its green wooly arms daring him to go higher
and trying to tag him "it".
And her best friend, Jenny Black
could see the flash of her pigtails
throwing copper across the kickball field
where recess waited to swallow them.
The toys vanished from the sandbox every evening
leaving nothing but a soft trail of disappointment
in their wake -
their accusations of neglect
and longing crouched under the
maple trees, swarming with the bees.
But winter proved a discordant grave -
the protest of frozen ground
an errant melody in the schoolyard
and her shoes kept shrinking
and stumbled down the slide,
leaving a thick crust of frost
like somber tracks that said good-bye
Gathering DarkGathering Dark3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
the sun has a smile
angry - weeping - red passion
the sky wears a grin
Weight of GeniusWeight of Genius3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
WARNING: May collapse
under weight of own genius
at any moment
I love to play video gamesI love to play video games.I love to play video games3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Because just for a little while, I can pretend to be someone else.
I can be a survivor
Or even Batman.
There's so much else I can be,
And for that period of time I play,
I'm not just a
I can be whatever I want
And escape the grips of reality
With only the push of a button.
Untitled Tiger Project Part 1Untitled Tiger Project Part 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The strange feeling came over the tigress Penumbra once again. Her paws tingled, her charcoal hair rose as if electrified, and her body felt faintly as if it were being constricted by the air around her. She flicked her ears in irritation, but she was too used to the phenomenon to express actual alarm. She didn't even bother to raise her head off of her single broad foreleg. The sensation would pass, as it always did, and she paid little mind to it.
It was the water leaking from the rusted pipe above her head that caught her interest, though. She had been absent-mindedly watching the pure water fall, drop by drop, from the peripherals of her vision. Now the rhythmic, predictable dripping slowed until it stopped. Then, in defiance of every law of fluid dynamics that Penumbra knew, the drops of water began to rise from the floor and slip back into the pipe. Penumbra stiffened and swivelled her head to watch.
Wings Of LightWings Of Light3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wings Of Light
Upon me is the last dawn
Faded away has the last dusk
I leave behind all of the rights and wrongs
I don't deserve an afterlife that is also rough
Mesmerized in deep suspense
As I await the final arrival
My tears become so intense
These last moments of hope are vital
Allow me to break away
Accept the toll of my undying faith
I was careless as I fell
Mocking life itself
Every secret I held
Defined a broken side of myself
An inner slaughter I could not defend
A one-sided war that I could not fight against
My downfall is what I didn't want to prevent
I always lusted after the idea of my final descent
Because I knew that in the end I would ascend
All I can really do is live this divided life as best as I can
I realized that the only thing in perfection is being broken
And the only way to get rid of that is to wipe out my existence
Shine down and shine true
I will no longer be powerless
You don't know how long I've been waiting for you