Lisa's Choice Ch. 1(Edit: See Artist comments)Lisa's Choice Ch. 13 years ago in Drama More Like This
Lisa's Choice Chapter 1
A Simpsons Fanfic
Disclaimer: This is a bit "dark" and is more of a realistic take on the story set nine years in the future. This will also be Older Lisa x Sideshow Bob
Lisa opened the front door slowly, hoping to not draw her mother's attention. She peaked her head in and didn't see her. If she was lucky her mother wouldn't realize what time it was, and that she was home from school. A wind blew in through a window pulling the door shut with an audible thunk.
"Lisa? That you?"
She was in the kitchen; of course. Probably slaving away on some meal that her fat slob of a father wouldn't appreciate. Neither would her brother. Lisa shook her head, she didn't want to think about Bart right now.
"Yeah mom, it's me. Just going to study."
"Where is your brother?" Lisa had already started up the stairs, but paused to answer.
"He said he was going to hang with some friends." Footsteps exited the kitchen and headed towards her. Lisa cursed
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Lisa was happy that her daughter Zia looked up to her, and was just as intelligent as she was at her age. She was worried that she would become a total party girl, and become hooked to the web. Christmas was over, it was passed midnight, and she walked to her car with her husband. They waved to her parents and brother; Bart decided to stay the night. The three of them drove off and headed for home, Lisa driving, Milhouse in the seat next to her, and Zia in the back.
Halfway there, the car began to have trouble. Lisa turned to see Milhouse asleep, his head leaning on the window. She looked back at Zia; she had fallen asleep on the back seats. Lisa pulled the car to the side of the road and got out of the car. She opened her hood and tried to find the problem with the car.
The Simpsons: 10 Years Later - A Bob Con Chapter 1The Simpsons: 10 Years Later - A Bob Con Chapter 12 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
Illirian...or am I?Illirian...or am I?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I´m a child of Freja and Skenderbeu
My eyes are blue like the sea
My hair is dark like the night
I like the silent forrests
But I prefer the wild mountains
I enjoy walking down the streets of Tirana
But when I´m there
I miss the streets Of Roskilde
I miss the sun
I miss the heat
But I live in the cold...
Beautiful But Lonely.His sleeping face was pale, and his hand cold and stiff in my own. I gently stroked his face, almost sad that I couldn't cry; no, the saltwater wouldn't allow it.Beautiful But Lonely.2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He was just another beautiful stranger that I had sung to sleep, just another innocent life that I had led astray.
"Lo, how the sun sets into the sea,
Drowning in beautiful memories;
Come hither, dear stranger, and rest by my side,
'Til all pain expires, and all fears reside."
I sang to him, bubbles slipping from my lips and softly drifting away. I wondered if anyone would miss him...I wondered if there was anyone who would mourn him.
Love is a poison, love is unkind;
Love killed my heart and sickened my mind.
But sir, could you teach me to love once more?
Could you heal a heart that's been broken before?"
I gently ran my fingers through his long blonde hair, regret and longing gnawing at me. He was not the only one...no, I had sung several to their deaths. Surfers, fishermen, and even captains and sa
The Simpsons Theme Tune LyricsThe Simpsons Theme Tune Lyrics3 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
FallEndless plungesFall2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Through bottomless death
The permanent flight
To endless oblivion
Nothing to stop
That rapid descent
Gone in a flash
That single moment of exhilaration
For a second
It's just like flying
Then just like Icarus
The end is already there
Faster than you ever imagined
You Won't Control MeYou Won't Control Me2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You strangled me
As I snuggled into your hugs
I remember your joy
Toying with my lungs
I remember the excitement
The bruises you left
Told me to "look at the concept"
As you sneered at me, you never left
Oh I smiled as you burned my flesh
There I go thinking of the past, it's dead
Here I go feeling no peace, just dread
You'll never get to break me
Emotion's ran me deep
They had prevented me from sleep
I looked elsewhere ignoring them
And yet the emotions tried to brush my lips again
I want to tell you, my sweet emotions,
I used to be yours
The past is, the past
And little by little, I don't know you anymore
I remember how you buckled me
The ground felt so heavenly
Your needle pierced me deep
You held on tight
I waited on you; you never gave me the time
I remember the dead silence
The hard stop, as everything slipped
And suddenly all was balanced
The nothingness ringed
Your silence made me scream
There I go thinking of the past, it's a
neverlandi'm giving myself ten minutes to grow up,neverland2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and with every minute that passes i am remembering
balloons and party hats and streamers
and the second star to the right,
straight on 'til morning.
every year i write myself a poem for my birthday,
but this year i think i'll write a poem about
peter pan and he'll die in the end and everyone
will be sad. i'll be the saddest though,
because there comes a point in your life
when you realize that you're not peter pan,
or wendy, or even a lost boy.
(how sad, i think, to be lost but not a lost boy.
it doesn't matter though, because neverland isn't
real and now look, i'm another year older, and what
have i even done with my life?)
today i'm twenty-three and peter pan is dead.
my ten minutes have passed and i still haven't
grown up. people around me forget how to talk
to mermaids, and no one claps because no one
believes in fairies, or flying, or themselves.
today every birthday candle looks like a bone
and i still have so many wishes left to make.
VictimVictim2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That could obliterate the indestructible
That can crush any emotional-barrier
That seems beyond cruel
That is far out of control
It's impossible almost every night / You're the one who left me traumatized
As my lungs become EVER-so numb / This damage can NEVER be undone
Then my wounded memory floods / You will always be a part of my blood
Gasping for air
Holding my head
Afflicted by despair
I will never be able to forget
Living like this
One can only pretend
There is no such thing as darkness
But I knew I could not prevent the end
A part of me
Has that one wish
There was no tragedy
Ever to begin with
Innocence is held down
By what cannot be seen
Dark images are bound
Thou will forever be a part of me
I want to be set free / From your relentless agony
I'm starting to forget what it's like / To feel a complete soul inside
Though I hope you're doing well / I can't wait to see you here in hell
Jr. LoveIt was my first day for 5th grade. Yep, 5th. I was getting older by the day. The only thing I hated about oving up to 5th grade is that everyone knows me. Due to my dad, they think I'm completely retarded. They always say it's the terror or the offspring of Satan's son or something completely stupid, making me feel like I'm nothing.Jr. Love2 years ago in Settings More Like This
"Jr. ready?" Mom called to me. Dad, or I call him Bart most of the time, was waiting with her. He's always glued to her side, unlike Grandma and Grandpa.
"Yeah, I'm coming. Sophie! Come on, we gotta go." I called to my sister. She was as smart as my aunt Lisa. She was a gifted child in a good way, mostly in smarts. She trusted me more than anyone yet I don't hang out with her. I love her but she is just annoying at times.
Sophie came down about a minute after I was waiting in the hall with mom and dad.
"Okay, I'll be back." Mom kissed Dad and we were headed out the door. "Jr, since you're bigger, you can ride in the front." She smiled at me as I jumped with
EnglandxReader: Red jackets and fluffy hatsEnglandxReader: Red jackets and fluffy hats2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
EnglandxReader~ Red Jackets and Fluffy hats
Oh tourists, how I hate you. Just because you are making stupid faces and ridiculous poses does not mean I am going to budge for you. You will never, ever, in a million years make this man move. But no, you don't listen, you keep trying like the idiots you are. You stick your tongues out and make silly noises; you jump up and down as if you were in aerobics, and then get so discouraged wondering how I could possibly not laugh at it.
As if their annoying antics weren't enough, the sun also decided to be a complete wanker. It was the middle of July and I am wearing a heavy red jacket, black pants, and the tallest hat on the face of the earth, not to mention it's made of ebony fur. To say I'm sweating would be a definite understatement. My clothing felt so damp I might as well had just come back from a swim at the lake. My head was so hot I thought I might go unconscious from heat stroke. But alas, it is just another day for a Royal G
Feelings I didn't knowFeelings I didn't know2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
This is how it always ends
I'm the fool who always spend.
Blindly following and obey,
but it has come to that day..
The moment where I can't stand
nor play by your hand.
I feel empty, left out,
yet I can not shout.
I didn't know I could feel this way
but now my heart pounds in betray.
I'd dare to call you fake
but I won't.. for your sake.
PT1: I SURVIVED.PT1: I SURVIVED.2 years ago in Settings More Like This
"Alright..from the beginning...I got sick.
I came home from school at 3:00, my first day of middle school. God, it sucked. I walked into the house, already up to my knees in homework. My mom's voice echoed from the kitchen, "Hello?" I heard her say. I took a deep breath, my lungs itched. I coughed, and threw my books down on the table, setting my backpack next to the table as well.
"Hi, Mom." I said, coming into the kitchen and sitting down. I put my head down on the cold tile of the counter in front of me. Our kitchen was somewhat like a bar set up - we had stools by the counter in the middle, where we had our breakfasts, lunches, and dinners together as a family. My mother stopped cleaning the dishes, turning off the flowing hot water from the sink. She sat down next to me.
"Hard day at school?" She asked, concern coating her soft voice. I lifted my head from the counter and looked at my mom, nodding my head slowly. I coughed into my arm, then felt my mother's cold hand upon m
Treehouse Of Horror: OuttakesSIMPSONS TREEHOUSE OF HORROR: OUTTAKESTreehouse Of Horror: Outtakes4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
TREEHOUSE OF HORROR I
Bart and Lisa are arguing, after Bart comments that her Halloween story is not scary. Then, in the middle of the fighting, Lisa accidentally drops the flashlight, which breaks and spills out a pair of batteries. They stop and look at it, before looking at each other and laughing, while the cast and crew laugh with them in the background.
LISA: (putting the batteries back in) "Heh-heh, sorry 'bout that."
HOMER: (explaining about the haunted house) "It's only natural there be SOME things wrong with an old house like this. It's a upper-trixer!" (Silence)
LISA: (laughing) "That's 'fixer-upper'!"
They all laugh at that mistake.
HOMER: "It's only natural there be SOME things wrong with an old house like this. It's a fupper-ixer...no, a tixer-rupper...wait, it's--(Puts his palm on his forehead and chuckles) "Forget it..."
DIRECTOR: "Just try again, Homer. It's only one line."
HOMER: "But I messed it all up!"
Fiolee Forever Love, Always Together Chap. 1Fiolee Forever Love, Always Together Chap. 12 years ago in Settings More Like This
Forever Love, Always Together
Story By : Blarutard
" FIONNA . " Marshall whined, in which he knew would tick off Fionna.
A voice better left unspokenMessages lostA voice better left unspoken2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
are never perceived,
The ear never hears;
The dying voice pleads.
What good are commands
that all went awry
mixed messages beckoning
Is how my voice died.
Silence is cure
To what the ear doesn't want
A beautiful silence
makes a mind go distraught.
So hear me this once
It's all that I ask
You can cut my tongue
But the truth will still last.
The world is cut and torn
with many fissures bare,
You can't cover up
What is already there.
A Rub on the WoundYour voice is like knivesA Rub on the Wound2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
That aim for the skin
Red hot, and steaming.
As you lead me to sin.
These scars are here,
they know no healing
My perfect, masked face
The scars aren't revealing
You know what you did
Whether you planned it or not
The attack was so brutal
My emotions are caught.
Just like a game
I mean nothing more
You aimed for my vitals,
To get a high score.
You comfort my wounds
So that I see no one else
I can get away from the abuse
But will anyone help?