MysterionMysterion4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Die Menschen sagen, das Geräusch, wenn ein Herz stirbt, klingt wie das brechen eines Grashalms. Es gab kein Geräusch was Sarrak mehr fürchtete.
Denn es waren nicht der Menschen Herz das brach. Sondern ein Teil der Welt in der er lebte.
Als er das erste Mal die Augen öffnete war es als würde er sogleich erblinden. Die Welt in die er hineingeboren wurde war Still. Das gras war dunkelgrün. Der Himmel ein zartes Lila an dem ein Hellbauer und ein gelborangener Mond hing. Sterne gab es nicht. Er hätte damals noch nicht einmal sagen können was Sterne sind. Ansonsten Bestand seine Welt aus Mutter Otora, Vater Sarrak und seinem Bruder Bakur.
Er liebte seinen Bruder abgöttisch. Sein Lächeln, seine eleganz. Und auch seine Augen. Die starr in die Welt hinaus blickten.
Als er noch kleine war, interessierte ihn nicht das wesshalb. Es war eben so. Und damit gab er sich zufrieden.
Nun, als er also die Augen zum erstenmal öffnete sah er seine Famil
Great Mouse Detective OuttakesTHE GREAT MOUSE DETECTIVE OUTTAKES REELGreat Mouse Detective Outtakes11 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
(Scene: First day of shooting, at the Flavershams house. Olivia is about to get Hirams present.)
DIRECTOR: OK, guys, were shooting the first scene. And I want it to be done properly, understood?
OLIVIA: (nods her head) Gotcha, Mr. Director!
DIRECTOR: (smiles pleasantly) All right, then...lets make some cine-magic!
(Clapboard strikes for Take 1. The dancing doll starts to perform its spirited ballet in front of Olivias amazed eyes.)
OLIVIA: Ohh, Daddy...its a wonderful present, but can we make one for Cousin Timmy, too? I know how much he loves dolls...
DIRECTOR: (frustrated) CUT! Olivia, blab about it when were not filming!
(Moments later. The clapboard strikes for Take 2.)
OLIVIA: Ohh, Daddy...you made this just for me?
(The Director smiles, until he hears Hirams next statement.)
Prolog - Die Erschaffung des ThesaroxProlog - Die Erschaffung des Thesarox2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Es gab vor langer Zeit eine übermächtige Rasse von Autoren die mithilfe ihrer Federn erschaffen konnten.
Menschen, Länder, Welten und ihre Historie. Alles entstand mit nur wenigen Federstrichen.
Aber es herrschte Kampfhandlungen zwischen den Schöpfern.
Es war einer jener Kriege die zu lange währten, als dass man sich überhaupt noch erinnerte, wie es eigentlich dazu kam und warum man sich überhaupt bekämpfte.
So erschufen die Autoren ganze Welten mit einer Geschichte von mehreren millionen Jahren, nur um diese dann als Außenposten für ihre Feinde zu benutzen.
Billionen von Leben wurden mit nur einem Federstrich ausgelöscht.
Das Universum ertrank in Tinte und ging unter in kleinen Fetzen Papieres.
Doch es gab einen unter den Kriegstreibenden der das Gemetzel nicht mehr ertragen konnte. So beschloss eben jener, dessen Name aus der Glorie verbannt worden war, alldem ein Ende zu bereiten.
Mit endloser Trauer tunkte er seine Feder in Tinte und schrieb ein magisches Buch in dem er alles bannt
Top 20 Calvin and Hobbes Story ArcsDandyAndy1989 ThemeTop 20 Calvin and Hobbes Story Arcs2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Panel 1: Hello, I'm DandyAndy1989!
Panel 2: Bringing you your favorite series...
Panel 3: ...into my own fan fiction image!
Me: I know I've done a lot of Top 20's lately, but what can I say? I like to do these things and talk about which of the main topic held up the most. And for that, I was thinking we could do my Top 20 Favorite Calvin and Hobbes Story Arcs.
Calvin and Hobbes drawings are shown all over
Calvin and Hobbes was no doubt one of the greatest comic strips of all time. It had all the jokes and touching moments that nobody could ever deny. It was funny, it was surreal, it was well drawn, it let the imagination of the cartoonist as well as the readers come to life. A young boy named Calvin and his tiger friend Hobbes going on all sorts of adventures with the use of their imagination have certainly become an icon in everybody's hearts. It was truly of the greatest comic strips of all time, and to this day, we still read them because they were
Wissen ist Macht?Wissen frisst du mehr als NahrungWissen ist Macht?4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Gibst dich altklug und blasiert
Dennoch hast du keine Ahnung
Wie das Denken funktioniert
In gesellschaftlichen Normen
Kennst du dich wie keiner aus
Doch die freundschaftlichen Formen
Fallen aus der Bildung raus
Du verbachtest viele Jahre
Auf der Jagt nach Wissen, nur
Langsam wirst du auch erfahren
Dass der Mensch schuf die Kultur
Animaniacs Arabian Nights pt.1Above the clouds of Arabia were the Warner brothers and the Warner sister taking a ride on a carpet, and hanging on the end of the carpet were their friends Kikko and her brother Quirky "Are you sure this is the place?" yelled Kikko as she was trying to get up, she slipped and just in time Yakko grabbed her hand and pulled her up, she stared into his eyes and blushed "Oh brother" Quirky rolled his eyes at what he saw "Why are we here again?" Dot looked at Yakko "I told you before sis, Scratchensniff's on vacation and Wakko found us a job while he's away" "And it's in Arabia because...?" Kikko looked at Wakko "Because the job is royal food tasters" Wakko said as he was thinking about food and licked his chops.Animaniacs Arabian Nights pt.16 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
When they landed Yakko paid the carpet rider, Dot and Kikko decided to change into some Arabian clothes and the boys did as well (their clothes colors was like their normal day clothes).
On their first day they taste the royal lunch that was going to be served to the Caliph "Well,
I kiss you good nightI kiss you good nightI kiss you good night2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And then I'm ready to die
Remember me as alive
Keep the memories
But don't cry
Tears won't do the justice
I'd rather see you smile
Up above from the sky
Believe in good
Believe in evil
Don't seek the truth
Cause it will kill you
Believe in life
Believe in death
Don't break your heart
It's all you have
I kiss you good night
And go slowly to die
Fidget's StoryFidget's Story10 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
(Scene: Fidget [from "The Great Mouse Detective"] comes up on a stage, in front of an audience)
(waves "hello") Hey, there.
(looks around) Is he gone? OK, that's good.
My name's Fidget, & I just want to say that I didn't always have this peg-leg, or a broken wing. I also want to say that I didn't always work for Ratigan. My story is a very touching one, & you'll really want to pay attention.
(inhales deeply) OK, here goes nothing. (clears throat)
I was born in London in 1882. My mother was a prostitute. One day, she, um . . . "did things" with a guy. Then she got pregnant, & had me. My mom loved me a whole lot, but she couldn't keep me. So she put me up for adoption.
I lived in the orphanage until I was 3 years old. Then, a guy named Matthew Lowell came up, & adopted me. Then he sent me to work in a factory with other kids just like me.
And it was NOT a pretty sight, let me tell you. We
Arthur: Binky and the BrainThey're Binky and The Brain,Arthur: Binky and the Brain5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Yes Binky and The Brain,
One is a genius,
The other brings pain.
They're nowhere near mice,
They're genes aren't even spliced,
They're Binky, they're Binky and The Brain, Brain, Brain, Brain, Brain, Brain, Brain, Brain, Brain!
Before tonight is done,
The Brain will have a plan,
By the dawning of the sun,
They'll take over the land.
They're Binky and The Brain,
Yes Binky and The Brain,
Their twilight campaign,
Is easy to explain:
To prove their kiddy worth,
They'll overthrow the Earth,
They're Binky, they're Binky and the Brain, Brain, Brain, Brain, Brain, Brain, Brain, Brain -
Yeah, take that, Earth!
Brain stood behind Binky's desk and looked over the large boy's shoulder.
"Hey Binky. What's that?" he inquired with interest.
Binky looked up. "Oh, this? It's a poem I wrote about me helping you take over the world. Heheh, sorry, but I couldn't resist the pun of it."
Brain picked up the paper. He looked suspiciously pensive. "Hmmm, take over the
Heaven is Other Roko INA part 6Heaven is Other Roko INA part 63 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Shari opened his eyes and saw, besides the glare of the sun as it came up over the trees, a dark shadow that turned into the face of a kangaroo.
He sat up, and the kangaroo turned away, disinterested. Shari glaned around and wondered why he was under a tree in the middle of an open field away from the main road.
He had to urinate again, and did so in the field. His head ached like a vise being pressed around it--a hangover. He emptied his entire waterskin into his mouth before feeling able to walk just a little, despite all the sores in his feet, legs and back. It was around that time as he leaned on a tree to stop the pounding in his head that he remembered what he was doing.
"You idiot!" He shouted, kicking up the dust on the road. "Storming off drunk in the heat of the summer!"
The sudden outburst spooked the kangaroo that time, who sprang away, causing two or three more hidden in the tall grass to leap up and leave with it.
Shari was less angry at himself for making the decision th
Great mouse detective outtakesGMD OuttakesGreat mouse detective outtakes8 years ago in Humor More Like This
Basil bursts through the door in his Chinese-hamster like outfit.
Dawson screams and runs for cover
Director: "Cut! Dawson, you idiot! You weren't supposed to run off like that! Doctor?"
Dawson: (comes out from behind the sofa) "I-I-I is it gone yet?"
Basil bursts through the door in his Chinese-hamster like outfit
Basil: "Outta my way! Outta-"
He suddenly slips on a banana skin on the floor
Director: "Ooops! Well, the bin was kinda full..."
Basil: (drumming his fingers on the floor) "Now you tell me!"
Basil: "The question is, what would he want with a toymaker?"
He walks off, leaving Olivia standing near the window.
Then Fidget dangles outside the window, but he slips and falls head first.
Basil: "The question is, what would he want with a toymaker?"
He walks off, leaving Olivia standing near the window.
Fidget appears - wearing a scream mask over his face.
Director: "Cut! Fidget, you're not suppose
EG Sample Chapter 1EG Sample Chapter 11 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A boy of nobility becomes a page, a page becomes a squire, and a squire becomes a knight. Only then does a son of privileged blood become a man in the mountains of Nebo.
To become a page, a boy needs only to reach the tender age of eight. An inevitability. To become a squire, a page needs only to reach the age of twelve. An inevitability. To become a knight, a squire must endure four years of arduous training to condition both his body and soul in such a way that befits a professional warrior and pleases the Phoenix.
At the end of this training, the squire is put to the test. He must earn his knighthood by engaging in combat and killing at least one of his kingdom’s enemies. After completing this task as to which the outcome is most uncertain, only then can a squire become a knight.
Until We Meet in the SkyI wish I could go deep within myself;Until We Meet in the Sky3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
find limbo, purgatory, pre-earthen paradise
fall in love with someone that can never exist for real;
allow her to build me, make me old,
caught in synecdoche,
building palaces with the mind,
transmitting music via thoughts,
making friends that never betray
I hear the swell of the cello.
She is beautiful.
I wish I could understand my love for her,
I wish she could understand it as well,
(So many people in between us;
I know I will never see the real her again.
until we meet in the sky.)
Pray you will one day search for me,
and I will be found.
The Origin of ZoroarkIt was dark, rainy night in Sinnoh. The wind was blowing through the trees, leaves flying around in large masses. It was the end autumn, the time were the world lost it's classic orange and red colors, shifting to a more gloomy shade of gray, turning white the instant it starts snowing. There was nobody outside ofHearthome, not even wild Pokémon. The place was very silent.The Origin of Zoroark5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Maybe that was the reason why the young trainer had chills running down his spine the instant he left town. Probably wasn't the best time to leave, but promised his best friend that he was gonna get to his place in a few hours, so he had to hurry up.
"Can't be much longer now..." Peter muttered to himself as he started to run. He really didn't want to stay out too late, and he wanted to get to shelter just in case the weather got worse.
Seconds later he regretted thinking that, cause a few drops of rain started falling, and it got worse and worse in the following hour, until it was literally pouring with rain. T
untitled varia ficBel was five when his brother turned into a cockroach. Bel hated cockroaches, so it had to die. Really. It was a cockroach, not his brother. His brother was killed by the cockroach, and the cockroach took over his body, so he had to avenge him! And the blood on his arms was really pretty. It was red! He didn't know that red could be so nice and thick and dark and tasted like copper and metal and salt and yet be so so so nice and pretty! And delicious, but when he told Mama that she screamed so he didn't say it again.untitled varia fic7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He was actually six when he learned about the Varia and joined them (because his family was taken over by cockroaches so they had to go, too). Pretty neat since everyone who joined was old and wrinkly and smelly. And very, very loud as was the case of one Superbi Squalo. But that was okay, Belphegor could kill him easily if he got annoying, but he was told that was a Bad Idea because Squalo killed the previous boss of the Varia and he was on a leader candy date
Blue Check FlagThe natural locationBlue Check Flag2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to begin a revolution
is the breakfast table.
No one is happy
as it is far too early
but everyone is there,
(If there is no
it is definitely time to revolt.)
Attention! the lady of the house
demands, tapping a butter knife
on her coffee cup.
Lace up your boots and let’s march.
Ben grabs the breadknife,
Heather the greasy saucepan. Dom
whips the tablecloth from under
plates of half-devoured toast
and waves the blue checks aloft.
and Ellen clangs two spoons.
At desks chairs are empty,
gaps are unminded,
Tablecloths fly over the
highway, and spoon bands sing.
The Holiday: Chapter OneThe Holiday: Chapter OneThe Holiday: Chapter One8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
How I detest Mondays. Of course this dislike is deliciously cliché, but I feel entirely justified in my frustration. This particular Monday was presenting itself as one of the worst in quite some time: indeed, I had only been observing rehearsal for an hour and already my head was throbbing.
The usual was taking place, only exaggerated to such an extent that had I been in good health, I would have been doubled over with laughter. Signora Guidicelli was persistently griping about God knows what at the top of her operatic lungs, blurring her French and Italian into one indistinguishable mess. Something akin to pity rose up when I surveyed the poor conductor: he looked utterly exhausted and had long ago abandoned arguing with the diva, instead electing to take a well-deserved nap in the orchestra pit. The acting manager looked no better: he continually raked his ha
Navy Girlfriend"Navy Girlfriend"Navy Girlfriend7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'm so in love with my sailor,
yet we're always apart,
and though the days are hard,
he's always in my heart.
I hold him in my heart,
until he can be by my side,
and it gets harder and harder,
every night that passes by.
I see him in my thoughts,
and all my fantasies and dreams,
he's the only one I think of,
or so it truely seems.
I imagine all the good times,
the ones where we laughed and cried,
and I can only miss him more,
and wish he was by my side.
The ocean took him away,
and now I just want him here,
and I really wish in that moment,
that he could just appear.
Though I know he'll be back someday,
It still hurts me when he's gone,
and I wish he never had to leave me,
but somehow I still move on.
I worry for him and his safey,
and secret tears will flow,
but through all of this,
he still loves me so.
I'm so proud of my navy boy,
and I can't wait to see him again,
but this is the hard and joyful life,
of what we call a navy girlfriend.
Backstage GossipMeg Giry, you little prat, snapped La Sorelli from where she sat at her dressing table puffing chalky powder onto her face, if you knew what was good for you, you would shut your mouth this instant!Backstage Gossip8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
From the opposite side of the dressing room, the little waif of a girl pursed her full lips and tossed a thick shock of long ebony hair over her shoulder.
I wouldnt talk that way if I were you, Sorelli, Meg sneered pompously, narrowing her slate gray eyes, The ghost could be lurking somewhere near.
The crowd of lanky ballerinas huddled around Meg let out a collective gasp, snapping their necks around fearfully to check for apparitions.
Sorellis rouged lips pursed and she placed her hands on her hips.
Your head is stuffed with fluff, do you know that? she shook her head, Does your mother know that you are spreading such stories?
I watched Meg draw herself to her full height (which was not at all an impressive
Before DaybreakCouldn't sleep – 4 AM may beBefore Daybreak1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Too early for coffee, but
The corner diner's open
At all hours, so I head
That way. Dickens, Green Mansions,
Shakespeare, bleak Russians – shadows
Can watch them for a while…
The night air's warm—a slow block
Of rain-sloshed concrete later
And I've made it. – Get dark roast
Pick a table not too close
To the counter, then sit back.
Watch life eddy around you...
Whoever sat here last must
Have dropped the tract—Jesus Saves.
We're story-weaving creatures.
This tale? It's nine-tenths thunder—
Granite certainty. Can't see
Much past my face. But who knows?
That might just change as sweet beans
Work their magic. Consciousness
Slowly stirs—I look around
At early birds who've lit here…
Thin man (business suit, blue tie),
Seems harried. Near one entrance
A trash-bag clad moustached guy
Growls at home-fries and the wet.
This is the dream we're living—
Lost in hurry, souls flutter
Hanna-Barbera Month: Arabian Nights*Hanna-Barbera Month title card plays*Hanna-Barbera Month: Arabian Nights3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Me: *rises out from below table* AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-BOY! 70 minutes of pure inaccuracies and modern spins in old foreign fables will give you such a crick in the neck! And if you wanna know what gave me that crick, I shall grant you your wish to talk about Arabian Nights.
*Arabian Nights title card shows; clips from the movie play*
Me: After Disney made their little yet memorable take on the old tale of Aladdin, it looks like Hanna-Barbera tried its best to make their version of Aladdin as well as their own on Sinbad. And guess what? IT WAS TERRIBLE! There are way too many mistakes to point out and just a lot of confusing turns to see. And I had to sit through every solid minute of it.
So, it's time for my phenomenal cosmic powers of reviewing to take hold and look at the 1001 mistakes to point out. Be afraid, young peddlers. Be very afraid.
The film starts off with Shaggy and Scooby of mystery solving fame as they are trav
ToadstoolToadstool3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
sora miyaru kajitsu kinoko no zaseki kana
staring at the sky
on a toadstool seat.
Frontline previewFrontline preview3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Hi. My name's Niky Thunder, and three weeks ago my life was pretty normal ...for a wolf. A werewolf, actually. Why am I a werewolf? I can't remember. I know my name because of the plaque I found hanging from my neck. I somehow despised it, but it was the only thing I had left.
I lived on a tree-house on Central Park. It's not as bad as it seems, it actually was pretty cool. People didn't like me though; I had a tendency to steal food leftovers from the tables on nearby restaurants. I really don't consider taking leftovers a crime, and I think the cops had more important things to do rather than arresting a kid. Besides, I'm not easy to catch. Or at least, that's what I thought. Until I met Seth.
It was just an ordinary night in my life. I was walking under the full moon, scaring the hell out of everyone who saw me.
Then I heard the howl. It sent shivers down my spine, and my fur stood up. It wasn't an ordinary howl. It was a cry for help, and it sounded nearby.