A Deedark ValentineIt was Valentine's Day, and Susan Astronomonov, better known as Mandark, was sitting outside on the front porch of his house looking very sad. Nobody had given him any Valentine's Day gifts at school that day, which made him upset.A Deedark Valentine3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Just then Deedee walked by. She noticed that Mandark was upset. "What's wrong?" she asked.
Mandark felt a little better knowing that his crush was there, but he still looked sad. "Nobody gave me any cards at school today. Even my creepy little sister got more than me. Well, most of them were from your dance class, but it's still not fair." Mandark remembered seeing Lalavava carrying a bunch of cards from her friends at ballet class.
"Aww, that's too bad," said Deedee. She felt bad for Mandark. "Even evil geniuses like you deserve some love."
"Doesn't anybody at school like me?" Mandark wondered sadly.
"Well... the thing is... I secretly kinda like you," said Deedee.
"Really? So you were just pretending to hate me?" asked Mandark.
"Yeah, well, I didn't wanna
SusanSusanSusan6 years ago in Teen More Like This
The name his parents had given him and engraved into him when he was first brought into this accursed world, which had only served to cause him further pain and humiliation. He loathed that name; it was a name for a girl, not a man with his dark brilliance.
At first, he tried to just live with it, since his parents had been the ones to choose it, not him, maybe others would understand. Such was not the case. His rival, the young self-proclaimed boy genius who lived in the same street as him was the first to mock him, driving him of the edge and wanting nothing more than revenge. Thus, he discarded the name and took in the name Mandark, a much more fitting name for one like himself.
From there on, no one would ever mock his name or call him Susan again. And no one did, not even Dee Dee, the one person Mandark may have let it slip on occasions, but she too would call him Mandark. All was good for the time being, and as time went by, he completely forgot about the
Chapter 09 The Story BeginsChapter 09 The Story Begins3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Chapter 09: The Story Begins...
Professor Utonium drove his white care down the street
as Ms. Keane undid her earrings and wiped off her rose red lipstick.
the two adults had just gotten done with their dinner date.
and, they were headed back to Utonium's House
(where Keane would help out around the house before finally going home, herself)
the two acted like they were already married.
"Well, that was a lovely dinner, Tony.." said Keane
Utonium blushed bright red, and sweated a little..
while a genius at most advanced sciences.
the man was virtually clueless when it came to women and relationships
(partly why he "created" his daughters in a laboratory in the first place.)
"th-thank you, sandra.
b-but, you really don't need to come home with me-"
"Nonesense." said Keane, cutting him off
"I just LOVE to help you around the house
and, spend time with your wonderful, darling daughters."
Traditions - Gadreel x ReaderTraditions - Gadreel x Reader9 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
It was taking Gadreel a little bit longer to adjust to human life. Despite harboring Sam Winchester's body for a while he wasn't quite used to humanity's accustoms just yet. And with Christmas not that far, three weeks to be precise, the fallen angel was more confused than ever.
"Why are you bringing a tree inside?" He asked (Y/N) as he pulled the rather large evergreen into the house. She walked in front of him with a box of ornaments and tinsel in her arms.
"It's a Christmas tradition," The woman begins to explain. "Everyone, depending on their religion or their own family's tradition, has a tree in there house that they decorate and place presents underneath."
"But, why?" He puts down the tree in the living room.
"I, um," (Y/N) stares blankly at the floor, frowning. "I don't really know. It's something that's always been done I suppose."
"Not always." Gadreel retorts.
"Well, okay, maybe not always but it is really really fun. It can be quite relaxing as well."
The fallen angel rolle
To:Bell From:MandarkTo:Bell From:Mandark10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Oh, but fake halos are so easy to break
and pointless lives are so easy to take
porcelain dolls I am longing to smash
bend their wings and down they will crash
take a picture it 'll last longer than I will
a silhouette on my windowsill
death and destruction are the things that I'm made for
power and loss are what I'll be slayed for
angel, devil tell me which
the world watches as I switch
I watch you from too far away
lost in what I want to say
I live my life on the edge of a rose
halfway broken from my head to my toes
you make me whole and loving at night
but daytime only brings a fight
a man of science, stung by the past
I hope my love can be his cast
losing can hurt, this I know well
Falling? Possibly. Possibly fell.
numb to the world, feeling like hell
walks on the beach: feet cut by a shell
you brought me up to the sun
showed me love, showed me fun
thank you my angel, thank you for everything
you make my heart want to sing
Love me 'till the end of my life, and then in hell
Prolog Game of colors 'Red'Prolog Game of colors 'Red'3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Play of colors "Red"
Stunned, the boy stared at the dead bodies of his parents. What had he done? Had he done something? He remembered the warm, soft feel of his blanket on his skin, but why he was standing in the kitchen? He could not remember how he got here. Uncertainty made him shudder. At the same realization hit him, the killer had to be still around. He had to find him before he found him, or worse Katyh. It would be painful enough to teach her the death of their parents. The boy let his gaze wander around the room frantically. Inside the fireplace the remains of a fire glowed but spent only a dim light. It was not even up to the corners of the already very small room. The boy could find no evidence for a fight. Who ever had killed his parents was a master of his craft. But why should anyone want to murder his parents? Was it because of the gold? But during winter season, no one came all the way from the city. Even if it was warm in the village, the road was long and no one coul
Amore, AmoreAmore, Amore9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There's a sliver of light
Where your eyes touch the white,
Then I see, can it be?
My tears as dark as ebony.
I see you there, so tall,
So when I stumble, trip and fall,
You'll catch me, pray,
I'll hear you say
There was once a time
I heard your voice in rhyme,
All tones, myriad
They drove me mad,
But then entreated
So much that beated
On my heart that day,
When you say
But then, it broke,
My heart did choke,
My whole world shook,
Your voice then took
One hope and dream,
That then would seem
Like Judgement day
When you say
Now, here I lie,
Prepared to die
Among crimson rose
So that your prose
Would be silenced and
Brought to an end
So that I may
Not hear you say
It started out as a simple English project; to make a simple prose about a chosen topic. Dexter hadn't come up with anything even after the three days after the assignment had been given.
"Four more days..." H
A Sky Full of WordsA million different worldsA Sky Full of Words5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
In black print
For my mind to sprint
A million escape doors
For me to
Perhaps I'll fall down a rabbit hole,
Or glide through Gion;
Smoke some metaphors,
Or wonder where She has gone.
I might ride on a dragon,
Or explore the thoughts of a dying man;
Maybe I'll meet Mr Darcy,
Or fly with Peter Pan.
I could have a chat with Morrie,
Or wander through Mansfield Park;
I could fight vampires,
Or make a revolution spark.
I might rock out with Lestat
Or philosophise with Louis;
Or maybe I'll go green,
Or hang out with Harry.
Sometimes I feel lost,
And that's okay;
Stories of a million lives
Remind me that
I will be just a story
Why like furries?Why like furries?6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
The Psychology of Being Attracted to Furries.
The male version
Many have wondered why certain people would find an attraction to furries. In case you dont already know, a furry is an anthropomorphic animal. Anthropomorphic means to give humanly features to something non-human. Sometimes referred to as anthros, furries can be found in different forms. For example: People who enjoy these anthros can be considered furries themselves. Also, those who not only like anthros, but dress and act like them, are a very common form of furries. However, Most people know furries as they are in art. There can be very detailed paintings or drawings of furries found. They are commonly found drawn in the style of anime, but can also be found in American, or other styles. Certain cartoon characters could be considered furries. Such as Bugs Bunny or Mickey Mouse. Furries can sometimes be people with an animals ears and tail. But this form is mostly found in anime. Or furries can be
Artists wear Make-Up too~ A PoemOur lips are painted,Artists wear Make-Up too~ A Poem5 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
With strokes of a brush,
Our cheeks are dashed,
With star colored blush
Our eye shadow is splattered,
With water color gold,
Our lashes are written,
With poetry that's bold
Our nails are stained,
With photos of each kind,
Our concealer are the,
Messages no one can find,
Our mascara is drawn,
With digital lines,
Our jewelry is made,
From glitter in the mines
Our powder is sprayed,
With the heart of the street,
Our highlights are shimmered,
From fan made heat
Our gloss is mixed,
With glass of all types,
Our hair is dyed,
With rainbow stripes
Wait for me,
Because I don't ever want too feel,
Out of place ever again
Don't We Die Young Anyway?~ A Free Verse PoemYeah I'm an artist...Don't We Die Young Anyway?~ A Free Verse Poem3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Maybe thats why,
I cry so much,
Maybe thats why,
I don't want,
To breathe so much,
But thats okay,
Cause don't we die young?
Maybe that'll make it easier,
To take myself away...
Maybe it'll make it easier,
To fill my lungs with paint,
Instead of air
Maybe it'll make it,
That much harder to,
Erase my existence,
From this universe,
Cause paint stains are,
Very hard to remove
And glitter is,
Very hard to clean
And lipstick marks are,
Very hard to forget...
So I'll take it all in,
And the glitter,
And the lipstick
And it'll be okay,
Cause don't we die young...
Insanity needs companyand now I’m stuck here,Insanity needs company6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
how the walls became
a veiny sight-
(could the cause be me calling out
in the middle of the night?)
and alone I stand here,
how my feet got
nailed upon this floor-
(do you hold my ankles
like an anchor
does the shore?)
and I know it’s been thirteen years
since you were here at all,
according to the hash marks
the wooden wall
but I can’t
of our memories,
so for now,
I’ll let the doc declare:
Insanity needs company.
Liquid loveShe tried treatingLiquid love5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
shots of Nyquil,
would become dreams
and she'd drowsily awaken
with a couple shots
of fireball whiskey,
burn in her throat
the burn in
and she's choking on
does she really
a bottle of
will fix her?
My WONDER GIRL animation/comic series pitch“WONDER GIRL”My WONDER GIRL animation/comic series pitch2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
COMIC/TV SERIES PROPOSAL
BY TOM BANCROFT
NOTE: This series is aimed at the part of the audience that knows Wonder Woman as an icon but nothing more. Primarily everyone out there that doesn’t buy her comics or care anything about her continuity. More specifically, the ‘tween’ market.
Growing up the only teenager on a remote island full of women can be tough. It’s even rougher when your mom is the Queen. Such is the life of Diana, Princess of the Amazons. She is the last-born Amazon on Paradise Island. An island centuries old and where time moves slower than the rest of the world. For longer than Diana can remember, the Amazons have been training for a war that they believe will come one day. Though younger than the other women, Diana excels at all aspects of Amazon war training. Diana is successful and well liked, but bored. The only thing that excites her are stories of what l
Sleepers TG - Old and IncompleteSleepersSleepers TG - Old and Incomplete4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Chapter 1: Unexpected Cuteness
At first, Artemis Chandler thought the letter was a belated Valentine's Day card. He held it close his face and sniffed the envelope. A light smell of honey and mint met his nose. The entire surface of the letter was covered in elaborate pink designs melding with flame-colored lace. A natural motif of flowers and silk filled out the rest of the delicate exterior of the letter. Overall, Artemis was convinced there was no way to cram more cute into this document.
The foremost question on his mind, aside from idle curiosity about how this fragile thing emerged from the postal service undamaged, was who would send him such a letter and why. Carefully prying at the fold, Artemis discovered it opened without the need to tear it open. Poking his nose in the opening, he was greeted by a strong mixture of honey and mint scents. He turned his head and sneezed once.
Inside the envelope was a single card. Written on it wer
Things I Do When I Feel Down :cThere are times in our lives,Things I Do When I Feel Down :c2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When we hit the all time low.
When the second-hand serenades no longer cut it,
And when simply 'letting it burn' no longer works for us.
We roll upon our beds like a roly-poly collection of rolltastic things;
And we lay face up toward the ceiling, slaying monsters on our portable consoles.
But that my friends is when inspiration strikes!
That is the moment when I rise up from the covers,
When I take a marker pen in my hand and use it as a microphone.
When my neighbours wonder what the bloody hell is going on,
Because I've started singing songs by Nightwish.
And when I get bored of that, IRON SAVIOUR,
Heavy Metal never dies!
Marylin Manson, The Beautiful People.
Red Jumpsuit Apparatus, Your Guardian Angel.
Because truly when I see you smile,
Though tears may not run down my face,
I would never in this world replace:
The feeling of a success, and the smile it might brings
When I entertain you, with the way I sing.
And if you've gotten
Perfection.When you look into the mirror, at your reflection...Perfection.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That is perfection.
Dragon-Girl Feeding HabitsWisps of steam and polite, muted feminine voices filled the warm air. Occette sighed, sinking up to her neck in the pleasantly hot waters of the spring. A princess by birth, Occette was accustomed to extravagant luxury, but the tranquil, rocky environs of the hot spring, where she and five other equally nude princesses currently relaxed, was a treat even to her royal sensibilities. The large, circular pool was over 100 feet in diameter, with the center being quite deep, and ringed by tall, impenetrable rock formations except for a single small path that lead to the exit/entrance of the area, providing ample privacy. It was no ordinary hot spring either, of course, or else such a collection of female royalty would not have all been attending at once. Indeed, this spring was situated in a strange and fantastic land know as Felarya, and was fabled to provide longevity and lasting beauty to any virgin maiden who bathed in it . . . and the spring itselfDragon-Girl Feeding Habits1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
TMNT First Kiss-Part FourTMNTTMNT First Kiss-Part Four2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Part Four:Leo x Nari
It was a nice, peaceful evening. Everyone was in the living room. Raph and Mona were arm wrestling, Mikey and Clover were playing video games, Don and Venus were trying to fix a broken computer, Leo was meditating and Nari was reading a book. It was getting late so Splinter said:
-My sons, and daughters, it’s time for bed.
-K.-Said Clover as she winked at Mikey and went to bed with Nari in the girls’ room.
-Sure-Venus said as she went to bed.
-OK. Well bye bye-Mona said as she waved at Raph and ran into the girls’ bedroom.
-Well goodnight sensei-said Leonardo as he and his brothers went to sleep.
After half an hour spent of just turning around in bed and trying to sleep, Leo heard some noise coming from the hallway. He got up and looked out. He could see someone in a coat. That person opened the door o
Kiss me Kill meTake my hand.Kiss me Kill me4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Slap it away.
Hold me close.
Lead me astray.
Make it right.
Laugh at me outright.
Blind me with love.
Give me back my sight.
Love isn't blind.
Love is a fight.
Love is destructive.
Love is a plight.
Love slays the weak.
Love breaks the strong.
All for acceptance; all to belong.
Love is adoring;
Love is completion;
Love is alluring.
Love is facetious.
Love is supportive.
Love is all.
Love is abortive.
With love, we fall.
TG Boys vs. GirlsBoys vs. Girls Water FightTG Boys vs. Girls5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Runt's quivering, shrill voice echoed, "What are we gonna do?! They just got our commander with a water balloon assault! We're doomed!"
Flannel flashed his large hand, which looked more like a high schooler's than someone in sixth grade, over Runt's mouth. It completely muffled all but a faint, fearful murmur from Runt. Leaning close to Runt, Flannel said, syllable by methodical syllable, "Shut up."
With a loud swallow, Runt clenched his mouth closed and barely seemed to breathe as Flannel slowly released him from his grip.
I, "Tuna" by codename, looked to Flannel and wondered if I should take this as a gesture that he wanted to lead the group. Unfortunately, Flannel glanced over at me and asked, "Orders?"
The balloon assault which that had claimed Krait, our commander, came out of nowhere. I shuddered about how close I had been to the action.
The battle began fairly. We were properly-equipped and ready to set up our initial def
TG Ghost Part 2"What's taking Danny so long? We're going to be late for school!" Sam complained as she and Tucker stood outside the Fenton's house.TG Ghost Part 23 years ago in Profiles More Like This
"I don't know. She's probably putting on her makeup or something." Tucker said.
"He should be out by..." Sam looked over at Tucker, an eyebrow raised. "Danny doesn't wear makeup." Her questioning look was reflected back at her.
"Um, yeah she does. Every day."
"Do you mean, like, zit makeup? To hide zits?" Sam was laughing a little now at the thought of Danny wearing any form of makeup.
"Well yeah, probably along with her usual lipstick, and eye makeup, and all that other stuff you girls wear on your face." Tucker said. Looking at Tucker, she realized he wasn't joking. But she had never seen Danny wear any kind of makeup!
"Whatever Tuck, something has to be wrong with your eyes." She said, and started to walk their usual path to school. "I'm not going to be late because Danny overslept, seeya." As she waved goodbye, she heard the door open.
Ugly on the OutsideUgly on the Outside10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I was called gorgeous once,
and sexy in jest.
I get lovely sometimes,
but few of the rest.
I've never been beautiful,
never been hot.
I didn't mind it so much,
it's just something I'm not.
Most of the time
I just look okay;
not bad, not good,
in the middle I stay.
I was fine with okay;
there are other things worse.
Little did I realize
how much of a curse
okay really was.
I noticed quickly
that, every single time,
there's someone better than me.
Looks are superficial
because they don't last,
but they do come in handy,
I've learned in the past.
I've often been liked
for who I am inside,
but it always stops there,
I never get the full ride.
When it's myself or another
they never pick me,
because the other girl
is a little more pretty.
A little bit taller,
a little more cute,
a lot less round
and athletic to boot.
I may be funny,
I may have a nice smile,
but when it comes to my body
I'm a little more vile.
No matter how nice I am,
I never can hide
from the cold and hard truth
that I'm ugl