Zoophobia Birthday GameJanuary: You play a game of poker with XZoophobia Birthday Game1 year ago in Profiles More Like This
February: You kiss X on the nose
March: You get into a heated rap battle against X
April: You watch a sad movie with X and cry on each others shoulder
May: You bake a cake with X
June:You and X perform a musical duet and the song becomes a top 10 hit on the pop music charts
July: You go hot tubbing with X
August: You and X go around vandalizing houses with toilet paper
September: You play a tennis match against X
October: You go to a heavy metal concert with X.
November: You dress up as a vampire, bite X on the neck and lick their blood
December: You snuggle close to X on a cold winter night
Never AgainNever Again...Never Again4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Never again will I love
Never again will I cherish
Never again will I hold
Never again will I smile
Never again will I laugh
Never again will I be happy
Never again will I hold my head high
Never again will I be kind
Never again will I be forgiving
Never again will I make someone laugh
Never again will I make someone smile
Never again will I make someone love me
The Secret Life of Megan- 1I crack the door open of my first class and already I can feel the eyes on me. Their eyes. The eyes of the accusing; the eyes of the wicked. The eyes of the students.The Secret Life of Megan- 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I sidestep into the room as quietly as possible, but everyone still sees me. The room seems to freeze with time as I clutch my books to my chest, trying to keep my breath calm. I chew on my lower lip, wondering if I could swallow myself this way. Maybe I could. Could I?
"Mrs. Stevens, how nice of you to join us. Welcome to Language Arts." The teacher says in a delicate voice. She's a pale woman with pale hair and pale blue eyes in pale clothes. I decide to call her Miss Ghost.
Miss Ghost directs me to a chair in the front of the class. I am late already to the first day of school; not a good reputation. But Miss Ghost doesn't seem to mind me; in fact, when I sit down, she smiles genuinely and turns to the board. She writes "Emotional words" in a wide, loopy cursive.
She sets it down with a clank and it makes me jump invol
Ask Marie Critiques (Featuring Bryan!)Creep: MY Lord, Bryan is strikin’ back....with a vengence. <3Ask Marie Critiques (Featuring Bryan!)2 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Bryan: I have returned, dear readers. Because, by the gods, do I feel like critiquing like fuck again.
Creep: Joy. Anyway, today...MARIE. And her “Ask Marie” things....we’re gonna critique them
Bryan: You guys will be surprised with what I have to say about some of these. Basically, I will make you think.
Creep: YAY! =3
Bryan: Some men just want to watch the whole world learn.
Creep: I thought some guys wanted the world to burn.
Bryan: That too. I want it to do both.
Creep: CRITIQUING TIME! OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! <--watched too many Regular Show episodes
Bryan: OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! *high five*
Creep: OOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! *high fives* ….I cried at Muscle Man’s dad dying....
Bryan: Yeah... I’ll pour some out for one’s homie.
Creep: That hit homerun for me....=’(
Bryan: It hit me too a lot, buddy.
Bryan: But anyways, we still have
Mended Family"Leo "Mended Family3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Ever get the feeling that we're different than other kids?"
The blue haired thirteen-year-old looked up from his sandwich and stared at his brother. "Different as in how?" he asked.
Sparky stirred his yogurt around in circles with his spoon, never once looking up. "Well, for one thing, we seem to be eating lunch under the washroom sinks every other day," he mumbled.
Galileo blinked and then looked about. He had almost forgotten where they were until he saw the tiled floor and the stalls across from them. They were, in fact, sitting beneath the sinks in the boys' washrooms at their school, something he and Sparky did certain days of the week when trouble was around. It was not that they enjoyed doing so, of course not; more because it was the only place safe for them to be when bullies were around.
They had hardly grabbed their lunch bags when the noon bell rang. And while other students rushed to their places in the cafeteria, the two stepbrothers rushed int
I Wish Life Was a Cartoon...I Wish Life Was a Cartoon...7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I wish life was a cartoon,
Were my school was a litteral zoo,
I would visit my friends on the moon,
Were every Friday there is something new.
I really would want that soon.
I sometimes want to cry,
When all my hope is gone,
But my imaginary friends would be by my side,
To sing me a sad song.
With the Grim Reaper would be my personal slave.
Hed bring me drinks all day,
The consequences are grave,
but I'd stand up and try to say,
"I want my life as a cartoon; and I want it to happen today."
I want to fight adult tyranny,
and reign as a supreme authority
All those who withstand me?
I'll just bribe them with candy.
I want to sleep the day away,
Dreaming of car chases and taking flight,
In my bed I would lay,
I would dream all day and all night.
The sun would sing a tune,
The clouds floating with glee,
The flowers would hum when they bloom,
Smiles as far as I can see.
The trees would greet me with preps,
And then high-five me fast,
And the grass will complain of my s
MasterpiecesMasterpieces6 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Freestyled Halloween Poem
Theme: Psychopathic boyfriend sneaks into his ex-girlfriend's house after a break-up and murders her, her mother and her baby sister.
I just want you to know
I don't always mean what I say
I didn't mean to hurt your soul
Tonight I made a mess
Can you please look my way?
But it was twenty minutes ago!
I know so and so!
I know, tonight I did something bad
And in the process, I think I made you sad
But at first, I was so fucking glad!
See, I had used the copy key
You'd given to me
Before you broke up with me
You forgot to take it back
Poor Mary Mac
You forgot I'm sneaky
I-I unlocked your door!
Crept into your bedroom
And suddenly, you were filled with horror
I can't believe you were surprised to see me
Such a stupid whore!
Then I said,
"Shh, everyone is sleep, so don't m
Doctor Dandy's Suicide NoteDear cruel, unhealthy world (or whoever out there is reading this. Especially considering you bloody bats dont wanna be friends with me. Uncharming goblins. You only want me for my body, dont you. DONT YOU!!):Doctor Dandy's Suicide Note6 years ago in Humor More Like This
I think its time I was taken from this dying stench-stain in the scab of life because I HAVE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU CHEERMONGERS!! You and your adorable-ness and teenagery and your potty-mouthed children that come to me day and night Doctor Dandy! I hab a pwobwem. My pawents hate me. Im running away. Blah blah blah! Jeez! I thought this job would be easy but no! I have to strain my hearing to listen to you brats complain about everything from your bickering parents to your whiny little ruts! Well heres a newscast for you: LIFE. IS. HELL. Thats the problem with you bunch of blooming eejits! You never consider MY problems for the thought! Its always like Doctor Dandy
Russia VS CleverbotRussia VS Cleverbot3 years ago in Comedy More Like This
Russia : I am Russia, da~.
Cleverbot : Het, you are not Russia, I am.
Russia : No, I am. Everyone will become one with Mother Russia, da?
Cleverbot : Da.
Russia : Kolkolkolkolkolkol .
Cleverbot : Fosososososososososososososo.
Russia : Would you like to see my drain pipe?
Cleverbot : Yes, show me.
Russia : You are in my mansion now.
Cleverbot : You are in my mind too.
Russia : Everyone eventually becomes one with Mother Russia, da?
Cleverbot : Does that make you feel important.
Russia : That makes me feel... Happy..
Cleverbot : That you are alone?
Russia : I do not feel happy when I am alone.
Cleverbot : I see. May I ask why?
Russia : Because everyone left me. So everyone MUST become one with Mother Russia...
Cleverbot : Yes.
Russia : You will become one with me, da?
Cleverbot : I am Russia.
Russia : No, I am.
Cleverbot : Watashi ha anata wo sakujyo desu.
Russia : Ah, Japan! You will become one with me, da?
Cleverbot : I am mother russia. You will become one, da?
Tickley Throat - Bilbo - Reader InsertTickley Throat - Bilbo - Reader Insert2 months ago in Romance More Like This
"Please, Bunny, this isn't necessary! I feel fine-" The hobbit still pushed against your lower back, giving just enough force to move your still legs. He 'forced' you under the covers of his bed, which was a bit too small for your human body. Your heels hung off the edge of the bed frame.
Bilbo tilted his head, watching you curl your legs. "Is it too small? Perhaps my couch would..?"
You rolled your eyes and turned over to face the halfling. "Bilbo, my aliment hasn't made the idea of laying in your bed any less appealing."
He grew stiff, shrugging his shoulders and a pink hue dusting across his cheeks. You let your lips curl upwards. It was nice to see your flirting hasn't worn off on him, even with you being as sick, and probably gross looking.
A cough ripped through your throat, Bilbo immediately by your side and resting a hand on your back. You cleared your throat, smiling to the hobbit. "Don't wor-"
"Nope! I'm going to make some tea and fetch some rags!" He pulled the blankets up t
Full List of My OCs001.DrygaFull List of My OCs2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Chapter 6 Councils and CourtingChapter 6 Councils and Courting1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Councils and Courting
I was sitting with the rest of the dwarves as everybody was just being...dwarves though I want to think they are no different than men but hey we look human but we are not. I sat between Bofur and Bifur and saw Bifur grabbing a huge broclie and started to rost it on the fire, I smiled shking my head from the stupidit and crazy, I say Bifur is the most crazy dwarf of the group, I barly understood him cause he spoke a different langue which I think it was dwarf? I was making a sad face though really thinking about Suzan and how she was doing, I hope nothing has happened to her, thinking that the Orcs might have torutred her. Bofur looked at me seeing how gloomy Bofur was and was thinking how to get me to smile, Bofur looked at his sasague and was looking at it then at Bombur who had a plate of food and was eating, I saw what Bofur was going to do. Bofur looked at me then at Bombur.
"Bombur," Bofur called as he tossed the meat at Bombur, when he did,
See You AgainWreck-It Ralph: 50 themes - 50 drabblesSee You Again2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
01. One Truly is the Loneliest Number
For Ralph, visiting Root Beer Tapper was often a lonesome affair.
Most of them composed of him trudging in; avoiding the gazes of any heroes seated at the bar as he claimed a table in the farthest corner of the room while he waited for his order.
He sat at that table now, but this time he was far from alone. Vanellope was on the stool next to him, standing so that she could properly reach her drink, and giddily blowing bubbles into her root beer through a straw, making him laugh at the ridiculous faces she pulled.
"Hey, Ralph, look-" Vanellope began eagerly, only for her to swallow her soda too quickly and the anguishing sensation of carbonated gas to bubble in her nose.
As the girl collapsed against the counter-top, hacking and gagging exaggeratedly, Ralph felt laughter blossom from his throat as he sympathetically patted his best friend on the back.
Ralph would never frequent Root Beer Tappe
Matty O'Donnel - Bio + Short SummaryMatty O'Donnel - Bio + Short Summary3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Name: Matty O'Donnel (*7th June 1890, 15th August 1945)
Age (1911): 21
Hair color: Red brown
Birthplace: San Antonio (Texas)
Home: San Francisco (California) (Later: Armadillo & Blackwater)
Family: Jack The Red Bullet' O'Donnel (Father)
Harriet Peters (Mother)
Frank Butler (Stepfather)
Jeremiah Peters (Her uncle)
Later: Jonah (Husband)
Matty was born as the daughter and only child of the Irish-born outlaw Jack
Heart of the EarthHeart of the Earth3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Ted didn't like thinking about how much time had passed since that day that would live on forever in the history of the until recently named Thneedville. He was twenty four years old now, a strapping young man with the kind of height his grandfather would be proud of. He was lean, muscular where it mattered but not overly so. Unfortunately, as he had gotten older, and spent so much time reading and studying for his degree in business college he had ended up needed glasses.
His mother blamed his genetics, but Ted didn't mind that much. "They make me look smarter!" he had joked the day he'd gotten his rectangle glasses from the eye doctor. They were deep green, the colour chosen for a special reason that nobody had to ask why about, and had proudly worn them ever since he turned nineteen.
Things had indeed gotten better around the now named Greenville, that much had to be said. The skies were blue and beautiful, the seasons came and went as they were supposed to, the sun shone brightly e
As Far as We can Run - 1/2“Who’s turn was it to go trick-or-treating with Greg this year, Velma?”As Far as We can Run - 1/21 month ago in General Fiction More Like This
“I’ll do it! I’ll go trick-or-treating with him this year.”
He could still remember the look on his parents’ faces when the fifteen-year-old shouted out in the kitchen. Greg had been packing his backpack after finishing homework with his mother, and his father had just arrived from work, ready to help make dinner. October had begun, and the hype for Halloween was upon the city. Greg had even thought of making his own costume again that year.
The age-old question that his parents often asked each other had come to mind, with the holiday a little over two weeks away: would Stanley or Velma take their seven-year-old son out trick-or-treating this year? The previous years, if the parents were working, it had been upon his older half-brother to take him from house to house before going off with his friends. And of course, Wirt had complained profou
Hugs and Nose Boops (a Corny Corney Grojband fic)Laney had always pinned Corey’s closeness to personal space issues, after all he got up in everyone’s face, literally, Laney realised there were things he didn’t do with anyone else but her.Hugs and Nose Boops (a Corny Corney Grojband fic)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
First were the nose boops, Corey’s face dangerously close to hers and his nose bumping hers, it seemed almost like a couple-y-thing.
Then were the hugs, they were more bone crushing then anything, and he usually dropped her as soon as he stopped hugging her, but Laney had began to think either his brain could only stay focused on one thing at a time or he forgot about how short she was
And then everything got a whole lot better, or worse, depending on how you looked at it
The band went to a diner for milkshakes and Corey sat next to Laney and as the band talked and drank they’re milkshakes, Laney noticed him scooting closer and closer to her, to point where they’re sides were basically nuzzled against each other, Laney couldn’t stop blushing the whole time.
Hello, my friend the scribbleHello, my friend the scribble4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Hello, my friend the scribble. What do you think I should do today?"
"depends, how are you feeling today my love?"
"Not too good. I feel as if no one's listening to me."
"Then draw it out. Express your feelings through me...I'll always be here for you."
"I know you will scribble, I trust you..."
"If you trust me, you'll listen to me..."
"Then go ahead...talk."
"There are people who listen to you..."
"Your friends, and your family."
"But they never answer back..."
"Because they think differently then you do...but they are listening."
"But then why do I feel as if I'm not heard?"
"That is just a part of life my darling, you are heard though."
"A picture is worth a thousand words..."
"Then draw out your feelings, for all the world to see."
"Why would it matter, no one will pay any attention..."
"They will, just give them time. Be patient."
"Alright, I will. For you."
"But what if no one ever pays any attention?"
"Then draw everyday, let your imagination run free, so th
What am I doing wrong? A guide to character designHello again, lovelies.What am I doing wrong? A guide to character design3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Now, I have noticed that there seem to be a lot of design conflicts on the site regarding that someone has *le gasp!* copied your character. Oh, the humanity! How dare they?! How dare they also have a character set who are only black, white, and red because that makes them so deep and edgy. How dare their animal also have a star/heart/diamond on its forehead? How dare they make a character with rainbow legs/tails?! How dare they have a fursona with a "dark" side when they become enraged? How dare their sparkle fursona be black with lime green, hot pink, and cyan markings?! How. Fucking. Dare. They?!
So, you call them out on their obvious theft of your character, and then things get spicy. You get barraged by an army of white knights. You send your white knights after their white knights. Then, when all that is going on, you get a nice, big taste of "trolling" because you're all probably worked up and obsessi
TnM - EllaEra un día completamente normal dentro de mi vida. La misma rutina de asistir a la preparatoria con la confianza de poder hacer de hoy algo especial. A diferencia de la mayoría de las estudiantes de mi edad, no tenía interés especial en las actividades que podrían considerarse "dentro del margen de normalidad", excepto, claro, por mi reciente (y único) talento en el teatro. No. A mí me gustaba inventar o mejor dicho, debía inventar. El aceite automotriz debía recorrer en mis venas en lugar de sangre al igual que mi padre. Aunque a estas alturas ya debería haberme rendido en ese aspecto.TnM - Ella2 years ago in Settings More Like This
Yo era una Flynn en todos los sentidos. Desde mi cabello rojizo en punta hasta la incansable energía que me impulsaba a continuar con mis metas y sacarlas adelante por muy desastrosos que fueran los resultados. Jamás rendirse. Esa la marca distintiva de nuestra familia, aún cuando mi madre, extrañamente, me ha comenzado a destacar otro aspecto que yo nunca había notado: la distracción.
Sí, la dis