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-
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
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 1)A Simpsons' ChristmasA Simpsons' Christmas (chapter 1)3 years ago in Sketches More Like This
Homer: Everyone ready? *Homer stopped singing*
Lisa: Yes, Dad! *Lisa looked at Bart as if to say, 'You better say yes!'*
Homer: OK then! Off we go! WOOHOO!!!
Bart: I thought you didn't want to come!
Homer: That's in the past, boy! Just like "The Ghost of Christmas Future"!
Lisa: Dad, don't you mean "Past"?
Homer: Past what?
Lisa: The Ghos- Oh never mind! Can we go now!
Homer: Go where?
Lisa: Urgh! To get the Christmas tree!!!
Homer: Oh right! *Homer laughed*
Homer: Why Won't You Work *Homer tried to start the car*
Homer: COME ON! *Homer banged his fist against the steering wheel*
Homer: If this is another one of your pran- *Homer's car started*
Bart: I didn't do nothin'! *Bart grinned a big cheesy grin at Homer*
Homer: Let's see what's on. *Homer switched on the radio*
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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
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
Don't Go Breaking my heart (Darthraner)Don't Go Breaking My HeartDon't Go Breaking my heart (Darthraner)11 months ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
(Sung by Homer and Marge Simpson and Peter Griffin and Lois Griffin)
Homer Simpson: Don't go breaking my heart
Marge Simpson: I couldn't if I tried
Homer Simpson: Oh honey if I get restless
Marge Simpson: Baby you're not that kind
Peter Griffin: Don't go breaking my heart
Lois Griffin: You take the weight off of me
Peter Griffin: Oh honey when you knock on my door
Lois Griffin: Oo I gave you my key
Both: Woo Hoo Nobody knows it
Homer Simpson: When I was down
Marge Simpson: I was your clown
Both:Woo Hoo Nobody knows it
Nobody knows it
Peter Griffin: Right from the start
Lois Griffin: I Gave you my heart
Oohh I Gave you my heart
Homer Simpson: So don't go breaking my heart
Marge Simpson: I won't go breaking your heart
Both: Don't go breaking my heart
Peter Griffin: Nobody told us
Lois Griffin: Cause nobody showed us
Peter Griffin: Now it's up to us baby
Lois Griffin: Oohh I think we can make it
Homer Simpson: So don't misunderstand me
Marge Simpson: You put the
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
Character Creation TutorialCharacter creation is one of the most enjoyable aspects of being an artist or writer. This is where creativity can truly thrive as a person's imagination shines at its brightest as they form an image of a character that they find special. No matter what kind of art interests a person, characters tend to bring the depth needed to hook the viewer is looking for so that they can focus on the visual or literary piece.Character Creation Tutorial6 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Anyone can create at least one character if they put their mind to it. This tutorial will assist you in setting up your own character(s) that you may enjoy for as long as you wish.
Why make a character?
As previously stated, a character serves high importance in creating a memorable piece of art. Of course, this is not always the case, but that varies depending on the genre that you, the artist or writer, specialize in. Character creation is also an effective way to keep the creative juices in the brain flowing as
A Mother's Love.Stumbling over her own bare feet in the grass, little blades sticking to her from the wet sprinkler water she played in, the little girl shouts her hero's name pleadingly, tears streaming down her face and her breath coming in short gasping sobs. "Mommy!"A Mother's Love.3 years ago in Drama More Like This
The front door creaks open, and in a flash a tall, gentle figure lowers herself to her knees and allows the child to run into her open arms. She collapses in her embrace and weeps, lifting her bright blue eyes to look into her saviors similar ones, and whimpers out a few words about her knee.
Looking down, a slight cut shows, welling up with blood like her eyes with tears. The older figure squeezes the younger, kissing her forehead and lifting her up, although she is not fit, to carry her inside and fix her blubbering patient.
All the way they venture together into the shiny white bathroom, where placed on the toilet seat, the child watching through blurred vision as her mother seeks out a rag and a box of band-aids, hummin
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.
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
Shooting StarAs all my days turn gray,Shooting Star3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a moonlit night seems bright !
With purple-dyed terrains,
and trembling silver lights
I chase your memory,
through lands of olive trees
Then lose my hope and way,
amid tall fields of rye
Lie down with open arms,
with open heart n' eyes
And dream to fly away,
upon the gentle breeze...
Kept waiting all night long,
till the gates of dawn were knocked
Not a single shooting star !
I'm betrayed by my own luck
Will you remain a dream ?
A dream I hold so dear
For I couldn't even wish,
to have you by me here !
GlassShe runs. This is all she knows.Glass3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Running, running, running as her woven,
yellow hair flows behind her.
She has yet to look back.
No, she hasn't turned her head since she began
this treacherous course.
So dangerous is this track, this journey
over the path of broken glass.
Her feet, open and exposed,
drip scarlet all over the clear shards.
It was long ago that her shoes had been
torn to little pieces, little slices.
Yet, she continues on.
And for what purpose?
Oh, she knows not.
One day, she was taken.
Taken from her home,
from her bed, and from her family.
Taken away, away, away,
set in a field of hay.
Told never to look behind.
Told never to stop.
And so she did.
She's ran over clouds,
over razors, over soft grass,
and now slivers of glass.
She hears nothing behind her,
nothing before her.
And still she goes on,
and on, and on, until
she grows weary.
Yes, her bones, her muscles,
And she slows to a gentle halt
crossing the border between
shattered glass a
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
Am IAm I invisible?Am I3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Because you ignore me,
Am I that shadow on the ground?
Because you're walking over me.
Am I camouflaged?
Because you deliberately turn your back on me,
Am I alive?
Because you act as though I don't exist.
Am I dead?
Because you look at me as though I'm a spirit,
Am I just a colour?
Because you judge me as though I am.
Am I unwanted?
Because you make me feel that way.
Am I just a fish in the sea?
Because you caught me, but then you let go.
The colour of my skin doesn't defy the person inside,
Whether I'm Brown, Black, Yellow or White;
The words you use to hurt me,
Cannot take away my pride.
Let our love carry usWe're nailed to the floorLet our love carry us3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Alone and begging for freedom
Hoping, wasting away, and running in place
Against currents, winds, and against ourselves
Don't run against me
We're afraid to be alone
But not by choice, we already are
Choosing to crawl, choosing to walk
On ground beneath, and ground above
Lets choose something different
Lets choose to soar
Above the sun and moon
To the place where our hearts are free
To a place where we have nothing but each other
Lets give our hearts wings
Hard enough to fly
Soft enough to comfort
Softer than the petal of a flower
But harder than the stone of a mountain
Let our love carry us to tranquility
Blanket"Daddy stop!"Blanket3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The little one shouts,
"Stop hurting Mommy!"
Her eyes filling with relentless tears,
And her lip, trembling with a need to panic,
She is told to stay quiet and to sit in her room,
And she can't help but bawl and cry,
She lays down with still tears that have already soaked her pillow,
The atmosphere of the room is silent and dark,
The only light is dim and radiates from the inexpensive night-light,
She is trembling, her fear surpassing her need to sleep,
She wants to feel comfort, and so she reaches for her blanket,
Something she has kept since she was just a little infant,
Some of the seams are busted and now gush bits of cotton,
The color is faded but not completely diminished,
Certain spots are bleached that resemble the color of eggshells,
It has traces of stains that were washed away,
Yet through the journey it is still intact,
And it holds to be the only solace for the poor, little girl,
She hugs it tightly in her needy arms,
"I love you, blanky,"
Her imagination lea