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
Simpsons Fanfic ProfilesLisa Marie SimpsonSimpsons Fanfic Profiles6 years ago in Humor More Like This
Occupation: Student at New Springfield High School
Parents: Homer Simpson and Marge Simpson
Siblings: Bart and Maggie
Friends: Allison, Alex, Samantha
Enemies: Sherri, Terri, Jessica
Crushes: Colin, Luke, Jesse
Hobbies: Playing saxophone, reading old novels
Lisa is just your average teenage girl. Well, an average teenage girl with an IQ of 167 and large vocabulary. Now attending high school, Lisa's gotten more popular, along with a couple of friends. Even now, she's still tormented by Sherri and Terri, but occasionally brushes it off. Becoming more like her mother, Lisa takes up some of the family duties and always tries to get them to eat vegetarian meals. Until now, her past starts haunting her and she finds her life going down the drain. But the one thing that bothers her the most: not having a boyfriend.
Bartholemew Jojo Simpson
Occupation: Student at NSHS, asst. manager of Android's Dungeon
Parents: Homer Simpson and Marge Simpson
Summer Storm"On the rooftop, thinkin it's about to pour, people run for shelter tryin to get out that storm--"Summer Storm3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Hey Phineas. Whatcha doin?"
Phineas peered over the edge of the roof, smiling at his best friend below. "Hey Isabella. I'm just sitting up here tinkering with my guitar."
Isabella looked around. "Where's Ferb?"
"Oh, he and Dad went to another Space Adventure marathon."
"And you didn't go?"
"Nah. I'm over it."
"Oh." She paused. "What about Candace?"
"She's over at Jeremy's." He tuned a string on his guitar, looking over the horizon. "Actually, pretty much everybody is gone today. Even Perry."
She giggled. "Isn't Perry usually gone during the day?"
Phineas laughed. "Yeah. Want to join me? It's a great view up here."
Isabella bit back a squeal, clamoring up. "Sure!" She sat down next to him, pulling her knees up to her chest. "So, what were you singing earlier?"
"This song I heard on the radio. I liked it and decided to see if I could play it." He shrugged.
"Can I hear it?"
"Sure." He tuned
Angel Anarchy: Divine HatredAngel AnarchyAngel Anarchy: Divine Hatred3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Better reign in Hell, than serve in Heaven."
~John Milton (1608-1674)
Wavianne woke up. She was in her house she must've fell asleep last night while keeping watch. How tragic was this? She gazed at herself in a mirror. She looked at her four long, black wings. A gold halo hung above her head. Wavianne sighed. She was unwanted all because she was a different color.
This was not new. It was going on for centuries now. The white angels in Divinity felt that they had a superiority over the black angels. Why? Because they were white, and white was a symbol of purity, apparently. Black was a symbol of darkness and sin. Wavianne felt this was untrue and unfair. There was nothing dark or sinister about her. She was smart, kind, pretty; all the qualities of a white angel. Their differences were only a shade
Wavianne got out of bed and went downstairs to her kitchen. It was a standard-sized kitchen, with a table in the center. She gathered her mail.
Superman/Batman: Apocalypse ReviewSuperman/Batman: Apocalypse Review10 months ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
If you can't take personal opinions that may or may not agree with your own opinions, do not read this review.
So this is meant to be a direct sequel to Superman/Batman: Public Enemies - a reporter off-screen explains Lex Luthor's downfall from Presidency, and about the Kryptonite meteor being destroyed. And what I just think is incredibly brilliant here is that it follows up on these things - the whole story centers around something from the Kryptonite meteor after all, giving it a purpose and not feeling so random anymore. Because inside it was nothing else but an escape pod with Kara in it, later AKA Supergirl. So yeah, we also get an origin movie for Supergirl here, that's awesome. We really do need more origins in these animated movies for both heroes and villains - it really does help newcomers understand things better and makes them feel less like characters are tacked on.
I will be a bit unconventional and talk about the villains first.
The main villain
Smoshy Story: Chapter 15Smoshy Story: Chapter 153 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Time got closer and closer for use to leave. Ian and I were waiting for Teddy to get finished. Ian was wasting time, flipping through the channels seeing if something of interest was on for him. While, I, practically doing the same thing, but just looking through my phone. Thinking how I should as her. I was more nervous than I should be. I had that strange feeling you would get if you were speaking, or preforming inform of a crowd of strangers. Ian saw that I was off. He knew why, though. Then said in a low voice making sure Teddy couldn't hear him. "It's going to be fine. I know she is going to say yes." Then he gave me a comforting smile. Which made me feel a bit better. "Yeah, I know man, it's just... I don't know. I don't want to mess up, I guess." I said while I was still scrolling throw my phone. For some reason every time I am nervous it's hard for me to make
Don't GoDon't Go3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
One night, one of Karlee's rare dreams came to visit him as he slumbered. However; it wasn't your ordinary dream it was like a nightmare; but more realistic much like déjà vu. The images sent chills up the slumbering boy's spine. Though he was unconscious; part of him was still connected to reality he heard himself whimper in his sleep. He willed his eyes to open, but they just wouldn't
This is what Karlee saw
I was raised in the valley, there were shadows and death.
Got out alive but with scars I can't forget.
This kid back in school, subdued and shy;
An orphan and a brother and unseen by most eyes.
Karlee kept his eyes fixed on the ground as he walked, keeping a feeble arm wrapped tightly around his half-brother Kamarra's. He could feel the slightly older boy's eyes on him but he just couldn't bring himself to look up. His face was streaked with blood his cheeks stained with tears. What he had witnessed mere mom
Abuse"Are you sure about this?" He asked, and I just nodded in reply. As of late I had been talking less; just taking to normal gestures to replace the words that could have been spoken. Over the past year that I have known the guy he seemed more like a brother than most; even if he wasn't apart of our gang.Abuse3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I need to. I pay what money I can, but it's not enough. I need more of it, and this is the fastest, most officiant way to get the money I need." It had been a year since I started, and the year had taken its toll on me. I was addicted; I knew it; I wasn't going to do anything about it. There wasn't anything that I could not when the drug had its hold on me like it did.
"There are other ways-" He began before breaking off when I flashed him a look. He should know not to carry on when the subject came to what it was now.
"Other ways would take longer, and I don't have time to take."
"I won't steal unless I have to. I've told you this."
"I know." There he goes with th
It Will Never Have Been Enough. It Will Never Have Been Enough.It Will Never Have Been Enough.3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"What does it feel like?" He whispers up at me. He's too mature for his age. He is too young to die. My baby.
"Baby, it feels warm, like when we go to the beach and you lay in the sand. It feels like going to sleep." I say having no idea, and praying to God to keep him alive.
"Will I dream?" He asks. "Oh, Mom, I want to dream. I want to live. It's not fair!" He cries, and I hold back my own sobs and smooth his hair over his small head. "Can you come with me?" His lip trembles. He stares up at me with his big brown bruised eyes.
"No, John. I can't, but I'll meet you there." I pull his limp body into my arms and he doesn't struggle. His pulse is weak and his breathing is ragged.
"I don't want to go alone, Mom! It isn't fair. It isn't fair."
"No it's not." I whisper into his wispy blonde hair. "But you'll be my big brave boy, won't you?" I ask. "Do you remember Jesus?"
"The guy in the bible." He answers.
"You have to look for him. He'll take care o
SchizophreniaSchizophrenia3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
SCHIZOPHRENIA schiz·o·phre·ni·a [skit-suh-free-nee-uh, -freen-yuh]
1. "Psychiatry" - Also called "dementia praecox." A severe mental disorder characterized by some, but not necessarily all, of the following features: emotional blunting, intellectual deterioration, social isolation, disorganized speech and behavior, delusions, and hallucinations.
2. A state characterized by the coexistence of contradictory or incompatible elements.
He knew something was wrong he could just feel it; yet he couldn't comprehend what was happening to him. He began to mumble nonsense; swat at imaginary fingers that grabbed at his clothes, threatening to steal him away; burst out in unexplainable rage. Everyone was frightened his brother especially. He conjured unfathomable beliefs falsely accused the innocent fell into a horrid; agony-filled state full of blood and tears He could hear those he loved call his name "Akihiro." They were n
Disney's Hercules Nostalgiaview Part 1Disney's Hercules Nostalgiaview Part 11 year ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Welcome back to Nostalgiaviews, where all our collective childhoods come to bite us back in the asses.
I did a poll on my Deviantart site last year asking my readers if I should review "My Little Pony: Equestria Girls," to my surprise, and relief, many of my fine readers said no. This is a genuine shock to me; the last time I did a poll, it ended up in a landslide that had me review "Troll 2" back in 2011, I guess my readers really wanted to see me in pain back then. However, this was a case where it took a tiebreaker to decide if I was to review "Equestria Girls" or Disney's "Hercules," the majority ruled for Disney, so, that's what we have today folks. But, before we do, pull out your notebooks kids, it's time for me to exposit information you either do or don't care to read. If you do, who knows, you might just learn something...
It's the late 1990's, The Walt Disney Studios is in a bit of rut. After pulling themselves out of the creative slump that
Attention with DetentionAttention with DetentionAttention with Detention4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
By: Brittany R./WallynSimonsGirl/Rika
"So you see Principal Wartz…I really just think it'd be better for…someone else to finish out the hall monitor's duty for the rest of this week," the petite Japanese-American girl muttered shyly. The husky man blinked in surprise,
"Miss Heyerdahl, may I ask the reason behind this…sudden decision to shirk the responsibilities bestowed to you by the longstanding tradition of this fine learning establishment?" Phoebe cringed. She should have known Principal Wartz would blow the situation out of proportion. She sighed,
"I just…I've been a tyrant sir. I've been very rude and disrespectful and unfair to my fellow classmates and…"
"You were asserting your power of authority and had the hall of this institution looking ship-shape if I do say so myself." Phoebe's face reddened in slight agitation. He was so frustrat
I want to dance with somebody CH.1 Day one:I want to dance with somebody CH.13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I woke up with my head out of water. I was breathing deeply through my nose. That was the first thing I noticed that was wrong. The second was that a human was standing over me. I blinked a few times in the moist air. The human had an oval shaped face with big blue eyes and curly blond hair hanging around it. Her nose was small and pointed and her lips were pressed in a thin line. She looked around the same age as me. I took an immediate dislike to her, after all she was a human.
"Finally you're awake." Said the human in that strange accent people on land had. "Where is the prince of the merpeople?"
I stayed quiet and looked down at myself. I was in a sort of white box filled with water. The sides were smooth but hard, almost like rock. I had seen this on the shipwrecks at the bottom of the ocean. It is said that people wash themselves in it. My red tail couldn't fit in it fully; so my fins were hanging out
Left Behind... Again... There once was a girl who was left all alone in the world of Shadows. It was a cold dark lonely world. There was no sun light to be had, no warmth, no radiance and it was always gloomy and cloudy. No changing of days or passing of seasons, no moonlight or stars to guide her. No working clocks or calenders for her to keep track of the time. She had been alone for as long as she could remember... but how long was that? Days... weeks... months... years!?! She had no idea.Left Behind... Again...3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
There were others in this world of Shadows, but they were just that... shadows. They moved all around her going about their daily business, ignoring her completely. She could hear voices, but she could not make out the words. They sounded like whispers sometimes and at others as if she was in a party in a crowded room with every one shouting over the music but still unintelligible, and too loud and over powering to bear and she would sit in a corner and cover her ears and
Generations of HeavenGenerations of HeavenGenerations of Heaven3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Superia is Always North
The wind made an eerie echo through the Starlight Forest. Trees rustled as the wind whistled through them. It was winter. Everything was covered in a thick blanket of snow. Three streaks of gray, white, and black raced through the snow.
These were wolves. Hunters: the dominators of the forest. They hunted opposition and preyed on the weak. They victimized weak creatures to prove their position of authority. But these wolves had a strong sense of afterlife. For an Okámi (the Japanese word for "wolf"), would go to heaven to hunt among those who have deceased far before. The heaven afterlife is known as Superia, while the hell afterlife is known as Inferia. However, the goal of all wolves in Starlight Forest was to find an alternate path to Superia besides death.
The three wolves raced through the snow. Up ahead, a wild doe was frantically trying to escape the vicious wolves. The gray wolf was Grandeur. He was a veteran among the wolves a
One Life, One Dream, One FreedomHave you ever been treated differently? Made fun of for your race, or looks, or religion? Have you ever not quite fit in? Knew you were different, but didn't know how. You looked like the other kids, you acted like the other kids, but you still didn't fit in. How about exiled, ostracized, and shunned? Maybe from a clique, or a club. But what about a whole country? Or even a whole nation? By people who don't even know you and people you thought you knew.One Life, One Dream, One Freedom3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Woman on the right! Children on the left!"
Screams erupted throughout the crowd in protest to being separated. I looked around frantically, not understanding what was going on.
"Hannah?! Hannah!" a voice I recognized screamed my name.
Anxiously I turned toward the voice, tears threatening to spill over.
"Mommy!" I screamed. Immediately I broke into a run, pushing and shoving anyone in my way, desperate to reach her.
"Hannah!" my mom caught me midway, holding me close. She knelt down on one knee and placed her hands on my cheek
LIFE AT THE CLEAR SPOT, Part 1On a Clear Spot deep in a thick forest, there stood the remains of a sad log cabin. Its high rotting front porch swayed precariously on what was left of the wide stairs. The jagged holes in the windowpanes were stuffed with useless rags. The entire cabin consisted of one room and all cabin-life activities were performed in this room. All, that is, except the cooking which was done in the yard as far from the structure as possible for fear of setting fire to it. Ironically, the only thing still standing and usable in the drear, dim little room was an unusually well preserved hearth. It was made of large brown bricks held together with an unattractively thick helping of coarse mortar. It was an ugly piece of work, built for function only.LIFE AT THE CLEAR SPOT, Part 14 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
At the sides and back of the cabin, fast growing trees had sprung up and had grown so close to the cabin they threatened to block out what little sunlight there was, even during the best and brightest times of the day.
Severe weather, neglect and time h
What's Wrong with Daddy?"Daddy! Daddy's outside!" The petite red haired child squealed with delight as she stood on her tip-toes watching out the window. She'd been waiting patiently all day for her father to come back. She was prepared to play and romp around on the floor with him like they had always done once he got home.What's Wrong with Daddy?3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The child's long scaly tail wagged and thumped down on the floor as she spotted him getting closer to the house, barely able to hold down her excitement. All day she had been creating some elaborate game to teach him the second he stepped through the door to greet her.
"Daddy! Daddy, can we play yet?" She bounced up on her heels, her arms stretched out practically begging to be lifted and smothered with kisses and hugs.
The giant ginger man bowed his head so he wouldn't hit it against the door frame. Without taking a single glance at her the man made his way upstairs. She stopped and paused a bit. Did he hear me? The girl nervously made her way up the stairs after him starting to m
Slenderman: The Untold Story Ch. 3Slenderman: The Untold Story Ch. 32 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Disclaimer: I do not own Slenderman and/or any of the characters that will be shown in this story. And neither it is related to the game itself.
Chapter Three: The Promise
The next day, the whole class was surprised to see me unharmed and not scared at all. I told them about my new friend and everything he said to me. What I didn't expect is a big laughter from them. It seemed that they don't believe me and lost my mind in the woods. After that, they began to tease me more so I decided to keep this to myself and never speak of this again. But I would still go to the woods during lunch not just to escape from those bullies, but also to meet up with Mr. Slenderman. I told him what happened earlier and he said that let them be. Do what makes them what they think they are happy with and leave them alone for a while.
So every day, I went into the woods during lunch and after school to meet up with him. Every day, we ate lunch and
THE WAIFHe is a profoundly beautiful boy of sixteen.THE WAIF3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He is crude, wild, a ruffian, a rowdy, and unintentionally irresistible.
He is Peck's charming, but oh so bad, boy.
He inspires fear and hate, and unexpectedly, love and sympathy.
He is a living contradiction.
His eyes are large and soft, graceful and hypnotic,
Red rimmed and bagged, conjuring feelings of motherhood in women,
And immediate jealousy in men.
Either way, one could easily lose oneself in them,
And very likely, many have.
His nose has been broken once or twice,
Or perhaps he was born that way,
It's impossible to tell with him.
It is equally impossible to tell whether it was once a good nose.
However, and again as would be expected,
The fact that his nose is bent and slightly mutilated,
Only adds to his beauty, by taking away from it.
The wild strands of hair that surround and embrace his sweet face,
Obviously has ambitions known only to themselves, as does the boy.
His lips are the most deceptive of all.
There seems to be a smile
Logic's Insight: Twilight Part 4Reason #4 for hating Twilight: Everything else!Logic's Insight: Twilight Part 43 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
So if you've been paying attention up to this point, then you'll see that Twilight lacks everything that a love story needs to work. It doesn't have characters that we care about, it doesn't have a relationship dynamic that fits with the story or the choices of the characters, and it's story is dull and stretched out longer than it needs to without anything ever affecting the characters or testing their bonds. The lore of the saga can't even stay consistent with itself and doesn't leave any room for real dramatic tension.
Despite this, the saga is selling extremely well. The saga is a gold mine! The books sell extremely well since the first book's debut and have garnered a moderate amount of critical praise because of it's influence; the movies have grossed a grand total of two and a half billion dollars on a total budget of two hundred and fifty million dollars; and it has a large and powerfull
Logic's Insight: Twilight Part 1Logic's Insight: Twilight Part 13 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Reason #1 for hating Twilight: The main characters
I may annoy a few people if I bring up a future point again and again and again. But it's such a pivotal one that it can't be ignored.
A love story is a tale about two characters who meet, form a bond that grows into a dynamic of love, and the rest of the story is about how that relationship is tested.
That last sentence, is the best summary that I can think of for why a life story either succeeds or fails. The first thing you need to have a love story or any kind of story for that matter, is a protagonist. In the case of the love story, two protagonists or a protagonist and his love interest.
Here's some basic examples from popular media:
Miroku and Sango from Inuyasha, Ron and Hermoine from Harry Potter, Master Chief and Cortana from Halo (it's weird), Pazu and Sheeta from Castle in the Sky, Any Bioware hero and the love interest of their choice, Cloud and Tifa from Final Fantasy VII, Aragorn and Arwen from Lord of the Rings, Cyclops
Scared....! BANG! BANG!Scared....!3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Screams could be heard. I knew exactly what was happening. I knew way to good...
Time passed... I don't know how long, but I know it went by. Everything was silent as the grave. Not even the low humming from the aircondition reached my ears. Silent indeed.
Wait! I could hear somethig... cries, as from a little child without love and protection... It was me...
Tears poured out of myeyes like a waterfall. Was it over? Inside my head the bangs was till echoing back and forth. Could I stop hiding now? Slowly, so slowly I came out of the shadows. One step a time, still crying...
The sight I saw when I came out of my hiding place, was shocking...:
Blood... running down the walls...
Blood... damming up in pools and leaving crmson spots in the light grey carpet...
Blood... sticking to... my fingers as i cravled over the floor...
Bloodred fingerprints all over, following after me...!
I woke with a start, sweat running down my bare chest and
The Spongebob Squarepants Movie NostalgiaviewThe Spongebob Squarepants Movie Nostalgiaview9 months ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Hello and -yadda, yadda, yadda, you get the picture, I'm reviewing a movie ala` Nostalgia Critic style minus the skits and insistent yelling. Get over it.
It's time to rip on Nickelodeon again and if you thought "Grow Up Timmy Turner" was an insulting slap to our childhoods, then let's rip on another movie to come from Nickelodeon, but one to actually have been released in theaters, "The Spongebob Squarepants Movie."
But before I tear into a childhood favorite for many, let's examine some backstory on our yellow sea-sponge friend to see how it all went wrong.
"Spongebob Squarepants" is the ongoing television show made in 1999 created by animator, writer and marine biologist Stephen Hillenburg, who acquired his degree in marine studies in 1984 before acquiring a Masters degree for animation at the California Institute of the Arts in 1991; the same college that taught the boys who formed Pixar and bore the classroom number A113 that became the Easter egg for many Pix