IZ Dormed Chapter 32IZ: DormedIZ Dormed Chapter 324 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 32: Still at It
Red and Purple were rolling on the floor laughing at Zim and Dib's tale of escape from Keef.
"Sweet mother of Irk, that is RICH!" said Purple, barely able to get the words out, he was laughing so hard.
"Oh, shut up," said Dib.
"I'm sorry, it's just so FUNNY!"
"Well, at least he's gone," said Gaz.
Tak, on the other hand, wasn't taking this quite as well. She was shooting Dib deadly looks every few seconds.
Zim was leaning over a microscope, studying whatever was under there intently.
"Everybody be quiet, I need absolute silence if I am to-"
"Hey, guys!" They all spun around. A red-headed boy bearing a disturbingly happy smile stood before them. How had he gotten out of the hospital wing so quickly?!
Keef came up to Dib. "Wow, I had no clue you and Zim liked each other like that, this is so cool, we can-"
What Keef was about to say they could do, Dib didn't want to know. "We don't like each other li
Dr. Cox's Rants"I...I can't believe I let that happen to you Bella..." Edward stood next to Bella. She was lying unconscious in the hospital bed. She had been in a car accident. And he had seen it happen. He had been frozen for the first time as someone else called an ambulance. Now they were in a hospital. It was called Sacred Heart Hospital from what he remembered. He remained staring down at Bella's pale face as the beeping of the heart monitor made the only noise in the room. He didn't notice as the sun started to come from behind the clouds, lighting him up like a disco ball.Dr. Cox's Rants5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
That's when another man, a taller one with curly brown hair walked in. His face had a scowl on it, one that frightened so many of his subordinates, as he watched the vampire mourn over the woman. "She's not dead yet, Dracula," he said. How Doctor Cox knew that Edward was a vampire, I don't know. But Edward's probably going to ask pretty soon, so then Dr. Cox can tell us. He then remembered: he can read minds. He tried to pr
Beyond the Stars: A ZaDR OSBeyond the Stars: A ZaDR One-ShotBeyond the Stars: A ZaDR OS4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
WARNING: Although this contains no lemons, it does contain ZaDR. You have been warned.
Zim kicked his feet up onto the desk underneath his head monitor. It had been five Earth years since he landed on Earth, and he was beginning to wonder if he was getting soft. After all, he could have completely annihilated the planet with a death laser long ago. In fact, the laser was sitting right there next to him, just waiting to be loaded on his space ship and fired off at the doomed planet. But something kept him from doing so. He wondered what. The humans were a completely inferior race, all of them so clueless. Except perhaps for Dib, he was still stupid, but he could at least see what was right in front of him.
Zim, dismissing these thoughts for a while, clicked on the monitor. There was Dib, standing right there in front of his house, banging on the door.
HomelessNew shoes. Yeah defiantly. You can never have too many shoes! Oh wait no, clothes, I need more new clothes! Damn then theres still those birthday presents to buy and a mothers day gift Okay so mum can just go without a pressie this year and Ill give up the shoes as much as it breaks my heart. God its hard working to a budget! Maybe I should get a job. Cant keep scrounging off mum and dad forever Hey Im only 14! I dont need to be worrying about that yet! But you do.Homeless6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ignorant teenage worries.
I saw you again today, sat there on the street. You held your knees to your chest, trying to protect your already shattered heart. In your eyes the fear your feeling is so clear. The tiniest of noises makes you jump; I wonder whats happened to make you so on edge. Its obvious your long scruffy, matted hair hasnt been washed, nor brushed, for weeks. And when was the last time those clothes were washe
Persephone's HardshipPersephone's Hardship3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Early morning hours
Silent motion in the dark
Shallow rapid breath
When the sunlight comes
A supposed mother, sleeping
Alone and dreamless
A journey to hear
Does not allay fear
Bloody cotton swabs
Limp and barely holding on
A heavy toll paid
Please eat, please drink, please
Love and bitter medicine
Soft blue hair and hope
Date MovieIt was a flutter, a flickerDate Movie4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Heart beat a little quicker
When the darkness made us bolder
Your head upon my shoulder
And I listened to you breathing in the hush
Then the movie started playing
I heard what they were saying
But my thoughts were fixed on you, love
You're all that I could dream of
I have never fallen harder for a crush
Why Do You Hate Me?Why Do You Hate Me?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As I lay here on this cold winter's night
I begin to wonder what I have done wrong
That you could become so angered enough
To bash my head with glass
And kick me till my body
Was covered with bruises and blood
The blood that would never stop running
All I have to ask is why?
Why did you want to harm me so bad?
I had loved you with all of my heart
Because you were my master
And all I ever wanted to do was please you
My heart is full of pain
When I think of my beloved sister
We were sleeping so soundly together
When you grabbed her by the neck
And dragged her out the door
Her helpless cries pierced my ears
The ones that were caused
When you set her fur aflame
And let her burn away to ashes
Now I lay here wondering why?
Why did you have to torture her to death?
She loved you as much as I did
Because you were her master
And she never tried to disobey
My body is growing so cold and numb
I can feel my time is now coming to an end
I still love you, my
The aging processAt five years oldThe aging process2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Her eyes so bright
A little girl full of life
She wanted to be a princess
She had so many dreams
There was nothing she couldn't achieve
At ten years old
She didn't fit in
But she still kept her smile
Her clothes were second hand
Skinny because she didn't have the money to eat
That sparkle in her eyes gone
At fifteen years old
Everyone she loved was dead
That smile of hers, yeah that was gone too
She was thrown into a school
With nobody she knew
Her dreams, those died too
Fifteen years of life was all it took
She doesn't laugh
Her dreams are gone
Her eyes haven't sparkled in years
At fifteen years old she's scarred
At sixteen years old, almost seventeen, she's jaded and pessimistic
Forced to think that her life wasn't meant to be
She think she's a mistake
All she can ever do is mess up
She doesn't understand how love works
She doesn't understand how people work
She doesn't know how to open up
Then one day she gets a book
To write her poetry in
At first she sets it asid
Bloody Knuckles, Broken WristsIf I laid hereBloody Knuckles, Broken Wrists3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Would you see me?
Would you care if no one stopped?
You said you did,
You said you did
But who's this I see
And broken wrists
Tied in dirty bandages
The frost is eating at my core
And who will stop
And offer aid
You said you would
You said you would
But you never came
Behind the Mask // Chapter 1CHAPTER 1Behind the Mask // Chapter 12 years ago in Drama More Like This
"GAAAAAAH!!!!", Cry's scream was one of the most terrifying things Felix heard in his entire life. But, but why was he screaming? What happened? Pewdie didn't even shoot! And even if he did, it didn't make any sense, the brunette was BEHIND the blond. But why was there a gunshot? What was going on? "CRY!!", the blond cried out running towards his friend, who was already on floor. What he saw, was even more scary than any game he played. Cry's leg was bleeding badly, it had a hole! Someone really shot him! "C-Cry, b-but wh-what? What?", Pewdie couldn't stop stuttering looking at his friends leg. When he turned around, he could see the police man being devoured by the zombie and he noticed something else. There was smoke coming from the gun in his hand, so he was the one who shot his friend! Maybe he tried to defend himself and the bullet flew in another direction. Ever heard about bad luck? "Ngghh, P-Pewds.. GAH! It.. gah..", the brunette couldn't even pronounce words,
MovingI'm selfish.Moving3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
You know that it's true.
When the only one that I want
But it's your choice.
I won't mind. (That's a lie)
I'll understand. (That isn't)
She more to you,
Than I can be.
She needs you.
And yes, I do too,
but she's more
than I can be.
when you go.
More so than
when everyone else
But she means more
Than I ever could.
Distance makes the heart
You said that someone
will try to replace you.
In my heart,
nobody ever could.
I won't let another
overshadow the mark
that you made.
Nobody can ever mean more,
than you do,
And we can keep in touch...
Behind the Mask // PewdieCry FanFicSometimes you wonder: "Why do I have to be between life and death to realize that... I love you?"Behind the Mask // PewdieCry FanFic2 years ago in Drama More Like This
What was this? Where were they? What was going on? The last thing they remembered they were in florida, but this didn't look like florida anymore. Just the day before, they were playing video games for youtube. Just YESTERDAY! What was happening now? They couldn't understand it!
"Hold on boys, this will get rough", one could hear a voice, it was really near, just a sit in front, it was from a.. police man? They were in a police car in the back seats. They just were *shopping* and suddenly a ZOMBIE came out of nowhere. It seemed like a joke, but.. It wasn't. "Where are we going?", a different and soft voice was to hear, it was Pewdiepie, the genius of youtube. The one with more than 5'000'000 subs. "Away from here!", the police man answered, driving like crazy, trying to avoid all the zombies in the way. "Oh god", another voice was to hear, this one was lower and even
Love Is Just A WordLove is just a word, it has no real meaning.Love Is Just A Word3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Love is pointless when no such thing exists.
Love isn't just a word; it's a lie to human emotions, no purpose to this.
No one knows what love is but they think they've always found it.
Our feelings are masked by this word, hiding our actions in its place.
I'd take that mask off and burn it from its case.
I would leave a single scar that burns like a fiery sun.
That scar starts to hurt again; it burns from dusk till dawn,
When you find that someone's shown you that word
And think that this word has gone.
You look around the lonesome atmosphere and wonder what's to start?
When you think you've found that Band-Aid,
To heal your bleeding heart.
Maybe you can cope with this,
And live not knowing that feeling.
But when that person gives you a kiss,
You can feel your soul start healing
My last angelI'll confess...I'm not StrongMy last angel3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I breakdown every time I hear our song.
And I know that I was wrong
I couldn't prove to them that we Belong
That I fucked up...I'm a Mess
There's no words that could help me express
That this heart's filled with distress
But what can I do..If I no longer have you
Even if I beg to your god..the past isn't something that I can Undo
And I wish, from the start...that I knew
That I was a sky....that was loosing its blue
Who would have known that I'd be so empty.
that there was so many things that could easily tempt me
think back to what was wrong with us..I'm sure you'll think of Plenty
I don't believe in god...but I know you're the last angel that he'll send me
To My Dearest Peter PanDear Peter,To My Dearest Peter Pan11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
take me away.
take me so very far away,
to your never neverland,
so that i will never ever have to grow up.
My Dearest Peter Pan,
let me kiss the stars with you.
Let me kiss your rosy lips,
and let the stars witness my devotion
to the never-ending love
of my childhood.
My Dearest Peter,
i'm still waiting for you
to come through my window,
just as you did when i was a young babe.
Dear Mr. Pan,
i've waited and waited,
and i watch my window every night
just in hopes
that i'll see your mischevious shadow
lurking in on me,
as he did in those long ago days.
To My Dearest Mr. Peter Pan,
I don't think you're coming.
I've started to give up all hope
of ever seeing you again.
Never again will I be able to
caress your hand or kiss your soft lips.
I suppose this is where I say,
growing up can't be all bad.
I wish i could,
but i can't without lying to you.
This is addressed to a Mr. Peter Pan,
in hopes that someday,
he will come and sweep me off my feet.
I suppose that will only
love is such a burdenWhy do girls think of themlove is such a burden3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
For these they will plead
They are known as men
They infest minds like seed
I see girls sigh and cry
Of males they cannot get
Struggling to say "hi"
When they have never met
Should I think of them too?
To have seductive schemes
To them mine so few
A goal of love it seems
A man for my soul mate
Also is what I plan
But more than my own state
to think of this one man?
No my heart will not break
I will not waste my time
For love I will not take
To think of men is crime
How the Rat got her earsHow the Rat got her ears3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
ONCE upon a time, when all the animals lived in peace and friendship, there was The Rat. She was very small so no one paid attention on her. It's always made The Rat very sad. Also, she had small round head with no ears visible and thought that it made her appearance ugly. So she was spending days and weeks thinking: "If I were as beautiful as Sun and as pretty as strawberry, everybody would know about me!". Yes, she was very vain, grouchy and didn't like other animals because they didn't notice her.
One sunny day The Rat went to a lawn nearby to find some food. As you might remember, she was very small so she couldn't get at any bush to eat its berries and she had to feed on tasteless grass and roots. The Rat was trying to find something which was less or more tasty, complaining on her hard lines and suddenly somebody stepped on her long, snake-like tail! The Rat screeched and cried: "Could you be more accurate?!", because she was very polite in spite of her small size and bad t
Menage a TroisSadist, Sadist,Menage a Trois5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You like your whips and chains,
Screams turn you on it seems,
Endorphins in your brain.
The pain of your lover,
It makes you squirm and sweat,
But one ill turn deserves another,
Let's see how far you get.
Looks like you found your niche,
Self-Infliction, lust- addiction,
That's how you scratch your itch.
The sound of your own moans,
It makes you squirm and sweat,
But one fun turn deserves another,
Let's see how far you get.
You need it every day,
Would be nice to have it twice,
To make that double play.
You need another lover,
To douse the fire in your pit,
But one rough turn deserves another,
Let's see how far you get.
You are my baby,
My sweet sapphire eyes,
Your heart of gold,
Been bought and sold,
But hey, that's no surprise,
C'mon sweet baby,
Il n'est pas froid,
C'mon over heat things up,
Menage a trois.
The Murder Secret"Amy! Stop it!" I heard my friend scream at me. But her voice was drowned out by the chanting mob saying, "Fight, fight, fight!" over and over again. The group of kids ,ranging from 13 to 17 years old were in a circle around my opponent and I. "Amy!!" I heard my friend yelling at people to get out of her way and pushing people in the process. I looked over at my opponent and said, "So, what did you say again?". Sidney Roomor looked over at me and said in a hotty voice, "Well, I said that you look funny, you have no life, and you are a goody-to-shoes. Oh, and you have lousy friends that have no meaning in this world.". How could she say that to me? She came over and pushed me, nothing too hard, but she still pushed me and that got me going. I came back with a hard shove that made her fall onto the floor. Right as I was about to punch her in the stomach as hard as i could, i felt hands grab my arms. I kept on pulling and struggling against the arms wanting to hurt her so bad. I started sThe Murder Secret3 years ago in Settings More Like This
Winter Bus Stops - SunSungSungmin took a sip of the drink in his hand. It was hot but didn't burn his tongue, and he wriggled in his jacket to warm up. It was freezing at the bus station, no sun and constantly windy. He shuffled along the slippery ground, unable to sit down because the seat was wet with half-melted snow.Winter Bus Stops - SunSung3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sungmin turned to the voice. It belonged to a girl, a short one, fur-lined hood framing her pink-cheeked face.
"Ah . yes?"
She flushed a bit darker. "This will sound weird but would you mind if I just held that for a moment?"
Sungmin blinked. "This?" He held up the hot drink.
Sungmin wordlessly handed it over, since she didn't have gloves and her fingers were tinged blue.
She beamed at him. A wide smile, gratitude shining through.
She stood beside him silently, warming her fingers on the paper mug, before handing it back and thanking him again.
"No problem " He considered her hands which she had clasped together. "Um yo
Go down to the... I had a family,Go down to the...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I had a life.
Even if you take that away from me,
I won't go down with out a fight.
They'll always remember me,
for the brave things that I did.
Go down to the slaughter house,
and they do what they do they do the best.
Abusement, mistreatment, agony, and pain,
sometimes I wish all of this would go away!
Why can't it be quick?
Why put me in constant misery?
Why can't this end so quickly!?
NotesNotes5 years ago in Teen More Like This
"Why did you even bother coming back to school, you're a complete idiot! You will never be able to catch up, you will never graduate. Now you are here, in my classroom, wasting my time. You don't belong here."
Did I hear that right? Did my new English teacher just tell me that I won't be successful? Is he right? I don't know what to think anymore. I thought coming back to school would be easy, I thought I was smart, I assumed I could do this. Was I wrong? There is no way this could really be happening right now. This has to be an obnoxious nightmare. I pinch myself, but the answer remains unknown.
Mr. Froess keeps talking, but I can't hear what is being said. I decide to get up from the desk and leave. I can't handle any more harsh words. As I walk the hallways waiting for my next class I can't help but notice that students are looking at me and giving me dirty looks. Is my age difference really that noticeable? I am only a year older than the graduating kids! This honestly