Cephalopod Lodge Alternative EndingThe Narrator said, "Five minutes later..."Cephalopod Lodge Alternative Ending10 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
After five minutes, Squidward walks to the Lodge, hoping that the plan might work for him. Those two are the main purpose of why he was kicked, so he prays the disguise as a giant eel will work. Squidward said in worry while he heads inside, "This is ridiculous. No one is dumb enough to believe SpongeBob and Patrick are a..a...giant albino eel!"
It turns out that he was right about the cephalopods being that stupid. As prove of that happening, the Lodge members ran back and forth from the "giant eel", in which is SpongeBob and Patrick in disguise as a sock. The sour squid watched as the cowards ran back and forth from the "monster" as the duo roar to them/
"ROAR! ROAR! ROAR!"
"Unbelievable." Squidward said in disbelief. He can't believe the his former members are actual cowards. Suddenly, the cowards themselves hid behind Squidward for some reason.
SaviorIn all my years on this earth, I have never been dependent on anyone but myself. In the end, we're alone so what's the point of relying on someone else who could easily let you down? I mean, out of all the people I know, my little brother is the most important; even though I know he tries his best not to disappoint me, I know that he could never do so. It's just everyone else that I worry about. Well, not worry per se but you get my point.Savior5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I've always been a loner but recently I've had thisfeeling, I guess, nagging at me. It's almost like emptiness; I just can't shake it. I tried to ignore it but it seemed to become more apparent when I saw other students at school, hanging out and just talking to one another. I'm not jealousthat's definitely not the feeling I have. I just want someone to confide in, someone that won't judge me and will just listen. They wouldn't even need to make comments. I just need someone to listen. No offense to Mokuba, but he's not exac
Lady with HatLady with Hat4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It all started
when she ate her hat -
that glorious cloth confection
perched atop her head
like a verb -
followed by all the roses
in the garden,
one by one.
The cat knew something was amiss
and slinked under the porch,
his whiskers and paws disappearing -
like a raven on the wing.
"The old lady's gone off again,"
muttered her nieces,
their glares darting
like darning needles
over their martinis
and the canasta cards
revealing all their schemes.
So they sucked their teeth
up under their breath
and tucked away god's glory
to chew later
and chattered about judgement day.
"She should be put to bed
and fed gruel and prunes
like sensible women do,
not left to dangle
fish hooks into aquariums
or steal umbrellas
at the jumble sale.
Why, just last week
she drank a quart of pink gin
and drove the donkey cart
into the pond."
The old lady only laughed,
lit her pipe,
and rolled her stockings down.
After all, the young men
of the village
still loved to toast her name
over pints of stou
PomegranatePomegranate3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
are not like wine.
They are more intricate
than that which blots
a poet's lips
and leaves his senses
They are not like honey -
the morbid sweet
and clinging flow
of thick and amber light
that tangles up
Instead, they are like
and dense with juice,
their flesh pulsing
on my lips
and that dark
of Eve's final wish.
Your LoveYour Love3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You bind me to one.
I can never hurt others.
You bind me to one.
I can never love another.
You make me feel different.
It's hard to explain.
With you, I feel like someone.
Not just a rock that's in the way.
With you, I feel real.
Is there anymore to say?
I wanted someone tall.
I wanted someone who could fight.
I wanted someone that could take on all.
I wanted someone to know what's right.
Someone who could do no wrong.
Someone who could do no harm.
Someone who could protect and never leave at all.
With you, I never feel alone.
With you, I'm someone more than just a tool.
When you look at me, I wish I could see what you see,
That I'm more than just beauty.
You see something unique in me.
I wish I could see it too.
Let me tell you a funny story,
Before I could have cared less what was there.
Now I know there's more to me than just something to stare.
You never make me feel stupid.
You never let me fall.
To you, I am not just a plain wall.
There is no blank surface or pretend.
DriftwoodDriftwood3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
around the dawn
as if begging
for a favor,
so smooth and sharp
worn bare by August -
a mermaid's rib
rubs salt from sand,
the battering lilt of seagulls
against the summer sun.
TreesTrees4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The secret life
of elm and oak
and thin white poplars -
on a winter night,
grazing the moon
like tapers in December.
I smell earth -
peat and cedar
and the indulgent bulge
crafting the air
like a smith
lost in his work.
Chestnuts bear an offering
and the yearning pall
of pine scents the sky
till it's thick with resin.
And they gather
with boughs and limbs
bent like priests at play,
roots tight as ancient drums
to ruminate on stories,
sinewed in fragrant bark
making merry where
the green bends back
The Proof is in the PaperKatsuya, no matter how good or how bad his mood was, always wore the same grimace on his face when it came to going to his locker. Why was this? Well, his locker just so happened to be located right next to a certain CEOa certain Seto Kaibawho seemed to find just the right nerve to get on.The Proof is in the Paper5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
What made things worse was the fact that 'Moneybags' (as Katsuya liked to call him) didn't seem to care about him at all. He could be hanging from a cliff and Kaiba wouldn't so much as throw him a rope. Rather he'd probably step on his fingers. On top of all that, the poor blond had developed an attraction for the guya small attraction, but an attraction nonetheless.
All of these things Katsuya considered on his way to that wretched locker, muttering with his head hung low the whole time. This morning was no different.
Thank God, it's Friday! Katsuya thought as he trudged down the vacant hallway; he was late to homeroom yet again. The teen glanced around, hearing the squeak o
BountyBounty4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This gorgeous glut of bounty
buried beneath heaven's gate
in golden goblets
of summer fruit -
honey clings in wisps
and ripe figs
bend the boughs of trees
where you shelter from the crowd
turned out to feast
upon the landscape.
And I shall bring you bread and wine,
the warm day's haze of flesh
swelling your belly
under my fingers
like the galleons
left guarding the late summer wheat
in the harbor.
Out of Place: Ch 2 - The Beginning pt 2Out of Place: Ch 2 - The Beginning pt 23 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Out of Place
A Skyrim Fanfic Series
Please comment & fav. I would LOVE to hear your feedback!
Chapter 2 (Feb 9, 2012)
Loredas, 21th of Sun's Dusk, 4E 201
(November 20th, 2011)
As I came to, I felt as if someone was shaking me awake. Did someone have an arm around me? Wait... what was going on here?!
"Lass, are you all right?" I heard as I opened my eyes to find nothing but a blur. I reached up to rub my eyes with my right hand. "What's going on? Why is it so bright?" Wondering why I wasn't in the cave anymore, as my vision cleared, I noticed a man with bright blonde hair and blue eyes was looking at me with both confusion and worry. "I found you here, passed out. You look like ya hit'cher head. I should get you to a mender."
He spoke with what sounded like a Swedish or Norwegian accent. I've talked to people from different countries, and I had this thing for learning cultures and languages. I guess for once it came in handy. B
FishermenFishermen4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
from tiny boats,
sampans and coracles -
red sails threading the sky
like poppies in the autumn sun.
Whales slip through waves
hunting silvered krill
and the spiny dusk
of urchins clinging to the sand.
And they wait
for lines to pull
their hands under
glistening with eel
hauling the afternoon
back to market
in hempen nets.
Scout: A VOCALOID-UTAULOID Love storyScout: A VOCALOID-UTAULOID Love story4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I stood defiantly in the doorway. They weren't taking me anywhere. I glared at the woman in the suit coldly, and she met my eyes with a look of bored disdain, as if she would rather be ANYWHERE but here. I felt my blood boil, that woman outraged me so and she expected me to go anywhere with her? She must be certifiable if she thinks that'll ever happen. I scoffed.
"Look lady you can just forget about me getting in that car, with you. Especially if i'm going alone." She sighed, she was clearly irritated.
"Kid you're getting separated either way so just deal with it, kay? Now if you don't mind?" She gestured to the car behind her and a low growl slipped out from between my clenched teeth.
"I don't even know who you are..." I saw Kenni leave his classroom, and when i turned to call him over to save me, the world went dark.
A blast of warm air hit my face and i groaned. Why in the name of all that was good in this world did i have to wake up now?
Frozen WhirlpoolFrozen Whirlpool3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Somewhere...in the ocean
There is a whirlpool...that is...frozen
I no longer had anything keeping me bound to this world
You were my love, you were my chain, and my heart was a link
And I couldn't bear the thought of never seeing your face anymore
So my knees gave, as I let my thoughts break, and I forced myself to sink
Somewhere...in the darkness
There is a soul...which became faithless
All those memories down the drain
I feel the bitterness of hope
While my tears rain
I cannot cope
Somewhere...in the depths
There is a spark...cradled by emptiness
My pain will always remain in time
As I never wanted to let you go
But I still got left behind
Only to dwell in remorse
Somewhere...along the path
Came a point...where I couldn't stand
I knew there would be no moving on
And there would be no going back
Because I can't stand the thought
Of potentially losing any of that
Somewhere...in my mind
There is a time...when I loved my
Aura: The ResparkAura: The Respark3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Aura: The Respark
I, the sheltered child who started to tragically fall from your grace
Into the void of this sudden loneliness
Realizing I followed every single one of your steps
But yet, I failed to hold onto those uplifting moments
Now I feel as if maybe I had forced you to make every one of those promises
That which you still kept
So I don't want to sound dishonest, but out of us, you are the strongest
You make sure to protect
To you, everyone, and everything is dearest
None left to neglect
But with all of that, you take on those heavy burdens
And try your best
Calling out your name into the nothingness
Forgetting about the peace you bestowed upon me
I guess it's just too hard to be away from
DreamtakerDreamtaker3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
SLIPPING Slipping slipping
I almost had it right in my palms
AWAY Away away
My eyes open wide like my lungs
GASPING Gasping gasping
Accumulated back into this world as I awake
PAIN Pain pain
Gathering the moments of the dream before it fades
REAPING Reaping reaping
My desired world is always taken from me
FAITH Faith faith
I never wanted it to be make belief
FEELING Feeling feeling
That unaware sensation is being ripped
BLAME Blame blame
But it's as if I am the one that is torn to shreds
By the Hand of BastBy the Hand of Bast4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
With the last hieroglyph finished, Wati set aside the scroll he had been working on. He closed The Book of the Dead and ran his hands along the cover. Despite the fact he wrote these words on a regular basis, never had it been so hard. Ra had long since disappeared for his usual voyage, and the wick of his lamp was nearly burnt to the end. As the flame died its orange glow was replaced by the ghostly light of the moon filtering through the linens that covered the windows and door of his small hut.
On either side of the doorway, stood the shadows of two pots. It had been many days since Tiankhit had left him, but still the barley continued to grow. Wati had so hoped for the emmer wheat to sprout first. Like all men, he wanted a son, but had come to love the idea of his daughter just as much. They were overjoyed when the first leaves pressed their way up through the dirt to tell them the news of their child, and the days passed with excitement as they waited to see if they grew to be bar
Ink and SmokeInk and Smoke3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She loved the scent
of ink and smoke -
and the way strangers
caressed her name
like the verdant rushes
rolling off the river bank,
or a low slung
across the floor.
Mornings found her
where the light
and the cat's tale
lingered like a secret,
waking her from dreams
brighter than early frost.
But it was night
that bought and sold her,
made her heart a trinket,
dressing her in silk
as new as nuptials -
that flagrant shade of flush
and the rough and tumble
of her hips
serenading the world
Fossil SiteA letter from the Chief Archeologist at colony site A-019: 'Heavens Heart'Fossil Site4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
to the High Librarian of the council on the homeworld
I hope this letter finds you in good health my darling. I know it has been months since our last communication, video conferencing is impossible out here because of some kind of radiation interference. However the supply ships running in and out of the system allow me to send you this written message. I know it is a little primitive but think of all those stories of lovers writing to one another from vast distances.
I am writing to you to inform you of the progress we have made on this amazing discovery. In answer to the rumors you have undoubtedly heard by now, yes we have discovered the remains of a 10 million year old civilization. This new and yet ancient intelligent race has been dubbed 'Hu-mans'. You should have seen the look on every ones faces when the first bones were discove
Who needs friends?Who needs friends?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A good enemy is better than a best friend
A good enemy can't betray
A good enemy won't go away
A good enemy will be there at the end
A best friend will fail
A best friend tells you what to think
A best fiend pushes you to the brink
A best friend will bail
A good enemy pushes you forward
A good enemy tests your steel
A good enemy makes you real
A good enemy seeks no reward
A best friend makes demands
A best friend always judges
A best fiend holds grudges
A best friend won't withstand
With an enemy you know they hate you
With a friend you are not sure
To an enemy you can be true
When they run you through
It won't be from behind
A friend won't just let it end
Tell you they never liked you
Every story you tell they bend
Every wound you mend
They inflict two more
With enemies like these who needs friends
Star Wars:Young Commandos Pt.1Star Wars:Young Commandos Pt.16 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
1 year before B. O. G
This is just going to be awesome. said Rang, sarcastically. The squad of 4 young commandos, each aged 7 but appearing to be 14, appeared at the live-rounds training grounds. This was their first time with live rounds. They were told by the older commando squads that many have lost their brothers during this training.
No its shabla not! said Ari, clearly not amused. I really need to get my hair cut said Gett, busy messing with his black ,spiky hair . One of us is most likely about to die and all you can think about is hair?! Ari snapped, clearly getting on edge. Someones not in a good mood today.And NoNE of us will die. I am sure of it! Ca said under his breath. Ca usually did not talk much. A long legged, skinny necked kaminoan walked up to the boys slowly and said gracefully, You may begin. Joy! said Gett and eyed