Mario's Weakness Chapter 3 -Gift- Mario's POVMario's Weakness Chapter 3 -Gift-4 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
The room was completely silence right after I told Luigi that he was my weakness. Luigi was still surprised about what I told him, but after about 3 minutes of silence, Luigi hugged me, then started to cry. I was surprised at his actions, but I hugged him back and started to rub his back.
"Why are you crying, little bro?" I asked while whispering and rubbing Luigi's back.
"I-I didn't know you c-cared so much about me," Luigi answered while crying.
"Luigi, of course I care a lot about you," I replied. "Why would you think that I don't care about you?"
"B-Because everyone saids that y-you would be better off if I-I didn't e-exist," Luigi answered while crying. "A-And all of the v-villains keep saying that I-I'm a j-joke."
Luigi cried a little harder while he was still hugging me. I felt really bad for Luigi, so I gently whispered to him saying that it was okay to let it all out. That made Luigi cry even more, b
baby brother, chapter 1baby brother, chapter 13 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Luigi stood waiting outside the toadstool's primary school gates, he heard the bell ring and within seconds, thousands of children flooded out of the school.
The plumber was suddenly tackled and had all the air squoze out of him by his little sister, "hi weege!" Jessica giggled, "h-hi..." Luigi panted, he gasped for air as she released him. "where's Mario?" Jessica asked worryingly, "he told me to pick you up from school while he finished unclogging Wario's toilet again<
A true bond ch 4 edited True bond ch 4A true bond ch 4 edited5 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Mario held up then stone as it glowed after a bit, him and Luigi ended up in a room in Bowser's castle. The room was filled with bowser stautes, and benchs, and chests. at the end of the room in a glass case on a table was the final ancient star shard.
"Well that was easy Mario." Luigi said. The bros walked up to the glass case and carefully removed it. Mario grabbed the shard and put it in the blues case with the other shards.
"Come on Luigi........lets go." Mario whispered. The brothers exited the room and ran down the hallway.
After about 20 or 30 minutes they stopped to rest a bit and kept an eye out for gaurds.
"Sheesh..........how big is this plac
A Simpsons' Christmas (chapter 2)A Simpsons' ChristmasA Simpsons' Christmas (chapter 2)2 years ago in Sketches More Like This
Bart: I'm okay!
Homer: No! I'm not ok! *Homer sobbed*
Lisa: What is it, Dad!?!
Homer: I'll never get the lifetime supply of bottled water!!!!
Lisa: Ok, at least we're all ok
Homer: I didn't hear the address I was supposed to send my details to! Why is life so cruel! *Homer wailed loudly*
Bart: We're never gonna get the stupid tree!
Seymour: Good Lord! Is everyone ok?! *Seymour leaped out of his car to aid the Simpsons* (Seymour had been driving past when Homer crashed. Seymour had been out doing errands for Agnes)
Bart: Could it get any worse?
Lisa: Yes, Principal Skinner. Everyone is fine.
Seymour: Let me at least give you a ride home.
Lisa: We weren't going home, we were going to get a Christmas tree. I guess we'll have to walk there now.
Homer: Walk!?! *Homer and Bart groaned*
Seymour: I'm on my way to buy a Christmas tree for Mother. Want to come along?
Lisa: Thank you for the kind offer but we coul-
The Werehog's Rose Chapter 10The sun streamed through the windows of the beautiful December morning. I pulled off another piece of tape and stuck it on the wrapping paper to keep it in place.The Werehog's Rose Chapter 102 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
And I was just NOW wrapping up my Christmas present for Sonic! Was I not on top of my work or what?
Wardrobe watched the door to make sure no one was coming in, and if someone was going to, shed make sure if it was Sonic or not. While she did that, I finished wrapping up the box.
After the wrapping was on, I grabbed the sharpie on my chest of drawers and wrote:
From: Amy Rose.
I felt so weird not putting a last name, so I just made up this weird name and wrote the Werehog next to his name. Call me crazy, but I think it actually fit, since he looks like he could be part hedgehog and part wolf. I smiled just thinking of how he would react to that name. Heres what went through my mind:
Sonic: Werehog. Really?
Me: Uh, I couldnt think of what else to
A True bond ch 5 True bonds ch 5A True bond ch 55 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Luigi's woke up dazed, a bit drowsy and laying down on the floor. He opened his eyes to see where he was at but saw nothing and found that he was blindfolded. Tried to move his hands only to find them tied behind his back. Luigi also felt his arms, knees, and ankles tied up too. After a bit he remembered what happened, tried to call out to his brother but only to have his cries muffled by a another clothe over his mouth. Luigi knew it was hopeless know and just laid there on the floor hoping Mario would come. After about five minutes he heard a muffled sound near him. Luigi stood up for a mome
DissembleWe all have a fire in our heartsDissemble3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
waiting to ignite
by the right person.
We all have a cage in our minds
waiting to be given the key to be set free
by the right person.
We all have the wings on our backs
waiting to learn how to fly,
how to feel the wind breathe liberation through their feathers
by the right person.
And we all have the cords that latches us
to that very same sky
to that liberation,
waiting to be cut,
By the right person.
A Simpsons' Christmas (prologue)A Simpsons' ChristmasA Simpsons' Christmas (prologue)2 years ago in Sketches More Like This
Marge: Homie, can you go down with the kids to buy a Christmas tree? I have to do the Christmas shopping. (Christmas the year before had been not much short of a failure due to the fact that Homer forgot to do the Christmas shopping)
Homer: Do I HAVE to??? *Homer moaned*
Marge: It's Christmas tomorrow, and I don't want this family to have another 'crisis'. *Marge glanced sternly at Homer*
Lisa: Can we Dad?
Bart: Yeah, c'mon Homer!
Homer: But I wanna watch the game!
Marge: Homie, please? *Marge waited for Homer's response*
Bart: Nevermind Mom. Just let the fatso watch his gam-
Homer: WHY YOU LITTLE! *Homer strangled Bart*
Bart: ACK!! URRK! GACK!!!
Marge: HOMER! You're going to get that tree and no more television for the rest of the day!!!
Lisa: Thanks Mom.
Bart: Come on big boy! *Bart laughed at Homer*
Homer: Watch it, boy! *Homer opened the front door and walked outside*
Lisa: Can I pick which tree we get, Dad?
Bart: NO! Mom
Sick Day part 3 "Hurry Minion!" Megamind called "We don't want to be late!" Megamind, Minion and Roxanne had made a date to go to the movies! He was very excited. It was his first time going to a movie theater to watch the movie instead of destroy it.Sick Day part 33 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Coming." Minion said behind him. Megamind turned around and was a bit shocked at what he saw. Minion wasn't smiling, he was barley swimming, his fins were drooped to the side, his eyes were puffy and watery, his scales looked red and inflamed and every so often he would gasp at the top of his dome.
"Minion what's wrong with you?!" Megamind asked worriedly.
"Nothing, I'm perfectly-" he then started to cough. Megamind watched anxiously until he stopped "-fine." He finished with a weak smile.
Megamind looked at him "Yeah, and pigs fly." He said.
"Why are they flying?" Megamind and Minion turned around to see Roxanne walking into the room.
A Simpsons' Christmas (chapter 1)A Simpsons' ChristmasA Simpsons' Christmas (chapter 1)2 years ago in Sketches More Like This
Homer: Everyone ready? *Homer stopped singing*
Lisa: Yes, Dad! *Lisa looked at Bart as if to say, 'You better say yes!'*
Homer: OK then! Off we go! WOOHOO!!!
Bart: I thought you didn't want to come!
Homer: That's in the past, boy! Just like "The Ghost of Christmas Future"!
Lisa: Dad, don't you mean "Past"?
Homer: Past what?
Lisa: The Ghos- Oh never mind! Can we go now!
Homer: Go where?
Lisa: Urgh! To get the Christmas tree!!!
Homer: Oh right! *Homer laughed*
Homer: Why Won't You Work *Homer tried to start the car*
Homer: COME ON! *Homer banged his fist against the steering wheel*
Homer: If this is another one of your pran- *Homer's car started*
Bart: I didn't do nothin'! *Bart grinned a big cheesy grin at Homer*
Homer: Let's see what's on. *Homer switched on the radio*
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Thoughts of Roses. Pt 2“I’m scared to get close and I hate being alone, I long for that feeling to not feel at all. The higher I get the lower I’ll sink. I can’t drown my demons they know how to swim.”Thoughts of Roses. Pt 29 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Soul’s Shadow.
Flexible fingers twiddled with this and that, bending into unattainable corners and curves, screwing certain parts with the tools he held inside the gaps between his fingers, along with one screwdriver clinched inside his mouth.
A drip of what looked like petrol at first, splattered onto the foxes pure fluffy cheek. He didn’t dare to raise a hand to brush the liquid away because he feared in the back of his mind that he’d ruin something or put something out of place. If a part from this plane shifted out of it’s position now all that work would have been for nothing. Two hours he’d been laid on his back fixing this goddamn aircraft. Two, long hours.
Due to this his back was as numb as a paralyzed finger that had been trap
The Werehog's Rose Chapter 16My eyelids began fluttering open, and I seemed to get blackness again.The Werehog's Rose Chapter 161 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I groaned quietly, and tried to sit up. Yet, my arms wouldnt seem to obey me when I wanted them to get out from behind my back, as if they were stuck at the wrists.
Then I tried moving my legs, which didnt help me at all either. They wouldnt come apart no matter how hard I tried. I looked down in the very dimness of light that I had with my eyes readjusting, and saw a rope tied tightly around my ankles, sticking them together.
My eyes widened immensely in shock and fear. That must mean my hands were roped together also!
I then took in where I seemed to be. It definitely didnt have very good lighting, which made it hard to find out where I was exactly. I felt a rough carpet underneath me, like when I had blacked out. My head moved back and bumped into something that soundedand feltlike metal. I yelped as I felt it come in contact with me, and I rolled over, onto my other arm.
BedheadI have always been a neat sleeper. Lying down on my back, I remain in the same position for the entirety of the night, tightly cocooned like a baby swaddled in blankets. I’ve never been the type to thrash around in my sleep like a drowning man gasping for air; I've been told that I don’t snore, don’t sweat, don’t breathe a word into my pillow. I lay completely, utterly still until my daily alarm goes off and the next day begins. So on the morning after Ella Whitman fell asleep in my bed, it was quite a task for me to make it.Bedhead9 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She was flopped in the center of the bed, spread out in the sea of pillows and blankets like a starfish. Passed out cold. Or hot, I should say. God, she was hot, probably the prettiest girl in school. She had the three B’s: blonde, blue eyes, and boobs.
And me? I possess one single B.
But there she was, a beautiful girl knocked out on my own bed, and I, standing at the door, my jaw hanging open. She rolled over, a small white foo
No place for no hero (short story)The barman wordlessly shoves the glass of Whisky over the table and takes the money he laid down in front of him. He lifts the glass and turns it in front of his face before he drowns the liquid at once, letting the burn of the alcohol ground him to reality. He vaguely notices someone sitting down next to him. Music plays from the speaker behind the bar.No place for no hero (short story)9 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
I can’t see where you’re coming from.
But I know just what you’re running from.
He is on the run, isn’t he? Fleeing like a coward. He snorts.
And what matters ain’t no ‘who’s baddest’,
But the ones who stop you fallin’ from your ladder.
As if. Dust sticks to the glass where he touched it. Fucking desert. Sand clings to every inch of his body, his skin made sticky by his sweat and, at some places, blood. He’s not sure how much of it is his own.
The person next to him, a young woman, starts singing softly along the lines:
“This ain’t no place for no
Thoughts of Roses, Pt 3.Gorgeous Nightmare.Thoughts of Roses, Pt 3.8 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
All eyes were transfixed on him. . .
Everyone predicting his next moves like a gambler betting on a horse to win a race. His body felt numb. His feet normally would speed away but his toes were nailed to the ground. His fingers felt frozen to his fingertips, as if icicles had grown underneath the skin of his fingers, turning his hands into ice cubes.
Go on. The little voice encouraged him with a heartless snarl embedded in it’s voice. You know you really want to.
He soon realized that he was holding something solid with both of his hands. Solid and cold, the feel of metal pressed against his palms poisoned his skin like poisonous spit from a snakes mouth. The feeling of this object felt somewhat familiar to him, as if he was reliving a event in the past. Deja vu as such. The way he was holding the object felt awfully familiar because of the way his. . . fingers. . .
. . . The pisto
Yes, I Want to Build a SnowmanYes, I want to build a snowmanYes, I Want to Build a Snowman7 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
I want to go and play
But I can't see you anymore
I have to shut the door
And tell you to go away
We used to be best buddies
And now we're not
I wish I could tell you why
Yes, I want to build a snowman
Of course I want to build a snowman
Show the Real You: Chapter 1Chapter 1- At a LossShow the Real You: Chapter 110 months ago in Romance More Like This
Cream lifted her head from rolling a snowman's body and shook the snow off her mittens. Something was wrong. A stray squirrel bounded past her feet as she gazed down the road. She had thought she heard a person sniffing, as if crying.
Off in the distance, she caught sight of an orange fox, bundled in a green scarf and jacket. His two tails dragged against the ground, picking up snow in his fur and his ears were flattened against his scalp. Tails, Cream thought. He always traveled by her house on his way home in the Mystic Ruins, usually stopping by to visit and play.
But when she called out to him, he didn't even acknowledge her. She left her front yard and chased after him. "Tails!" He continued to walk, shuffling his feet. It wasn't hard for her to catch up to him. The little rabbit stood in front of him. "Tai—" Her voice caught in her throat.
Tails' baby blue eyes, normally so bright and happy, were downcast and depressed. His nose honked whe
The Princess and the Plumber"Mario, breakfast is ready!" Luigi called out to his older brother as he put two plates of eggs, pancakes, and sausages on the table. Mario walked downstairs in a rather slow pace, still half-asleep. He didn't seem very happy and he's had something, or rather someone, on his mind as of late. This worried Luigi because Mario normally woke up in a cheerful mood when it came to breakfast. What was bothering him this morning? As Luigi was finishing the rest of his eggs, he noticed that Mario barely even took a bite of his food.The Princess and the Plumber5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Hey, bro, what's wrong?" Luigi asked his brother, "you barely even took a bite of your sausage and you have even touched the rest of your food." Luigi was really concerned about his brother. He was curious to find out why he was acting so weepy this morning. But Mario, not wanting to drag Luigi into his personal problem, decided to try to avoid the subject.
"Oh, nothing," Mario lied, "nothing at all." But Luigi knew Mario all too well. He knew that there was defini
.I'd rather feel anger than sadness, because with sadness you feel as empty as sea shell, shattered to pieces. It's a bottomless wishing well of misery that some of us feel we have not got the strength to pull ourselves out of. But with anger you feel a spark of fire blazing in your stomach like the belly of a starving King eager to charge into battle, and you know your alive because you can feel something. With sadness there is no emotion there at all, you feel nothing. Numb. And you are stuck between whats real life and imagination..4 months ago in Emotional More Like This
Maid Named Amy Chapter 6 My hand swung backwards and slid harshly right across her perfect tan skin. The four of them gasped and stood still. A large, red mark formed on Alana's cheek.Maid Named Amy Chapter 63 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Alana? What are you doing?"
It was Sonic. My eyes popped out of my head and I elbowed her in the ribs. She let me go.
Throwing my hood over my head, I raced out of the school. I heard his fast footsteps behind me and I ran faster. He called my name the closer he got.
"Amy, wait!" he yelled. I could feel tears filling up my eyes and I sped up. I ran into town and spotted Joe's Cleaning Service. Panting, I gripped the door handle and slipped inside. Joe, a balding grey hedgehog wearing a suit, met me in the back room.
"Amy, what are you doing here? You aren't supposed to be here until five," my boss informed me.
More to Come, More to LoveMore to comeMore to Come, More to Love2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
More to love
More potbellies bulging seductively
More love handles to lovingly handle
More expanding muffintops to nibble
More inches on the measuring tape
More pounds on the scale
More softening fat bottoms to sit upon
More comfortable living
More people becoming fluffier everyday
More size acceptance
More tubby tolerance
More self-loving wonders
More deliciously sinful food to enjoy
More freedom from guilt and shame
More liberation of libidos
More opening of minds
More unshackling of hearts
More release from constraints
More living large
More emancipation of bodies
More sleeping in
More breakfast in bed
More letting oneself go
More unbuttoning of pants
More flab enveloping abs
More thickening of thighs
More softening of faces
More doubling of chins
More dimpling of cheeks
More fine fat rolls
More cinnamon rolls
More buttery dinner rolls
More swiss chocolate rolls
More ice cream
More biscuits and gravy
More bread and
The Missing 25 Luigi swallowed nervously. How would he be able to explain such a sensitive thing to Mario?The Missing 256 months ago in Drama More Like This
Before the green-clad sibling could do anything, Mario put the watering can down and stood up. He slowly walked over, grass crunching softly under his feet, to the large, beautifully carved stone, polished to look like white marble. Tiny flowers and ribbons were also built into it, so it looked more like a stone gazebo. For one tense minute, he simply stood there and stared at the slab of stone, looking at the engravings. Luigi carefully walked up behind him, trying to figure out how was he going to explain this.
"Luigi...what does it say?" Mario asked quietly. He could recognize a few of the letters, but he could not read them, as his mind was that of a young child and would not allow it.
The green-clad sibling cleared his dry throat and began to read. "HERE LIES PEACH TOADSTOOL, PRINCESS OF THE MUSHROOM KINGDOM. 1988-2013. REST IN PEACE, BELOVED PRINCESS."
The Werehog's Rose Chapter 7When I fully woke up, I was woken up to the sound of a football announcer. For a second, I thought I was still dreaming (it was kind of like a coach's worst nightmare, don't ask anymore), so I rubbed my eyes and heard something likeThe Werehog's Rose Chapter 72 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Ha, I thought I was the only one who knew that."
Sonic was sitting up beside me, watching I guessedan ESPN football game being rerun. His left arm and chest was bandaged up, covering the wounds that I hadn't been able to see through all of his fur.
"My mom used to show me clips of the roadrunner on YouTube when I was younger." A lump formed in my throat when I thought of my mother. "I thought it was hilarious." I stretched. "What time is it?"
"About five or six."
I looked down at my clothes and groaned. "I fell asleep in this?!" My dress and gloves were caked with dry mud. My boots were almost completely brown.
Sonic chuckled. I looked up and saw him smiling with his few sharp teeth sticking out. "What?" I accused.
Safe In Your Arms“Anna, be careful!” Kristoff called out, for what felt like the thousandth time that day. “You’re going to fall and hurt yourself!”Safe In Your Arms9 months ago in Romance More Like This
“Relax Kristoff,” she called back, smiling brightly, “I’ve done this like a hundred times.”
“That doesn’t make me feel any better,” he grumbled, walking anxiously back and forth, beneath the tree. After a moment, he called back up to the climbing girl. “Anna, seriously! Get down from there!”
“I almost have it!”
Kristoff sighed. “Anna, forget about the apple. We have plenty.”
She frowned down at him. “But Kristoff, this is the perfect apple! There’s no way we can pass up this one. Besides, I almost have it.”
He put both hands on his waist, trying to look superior. “Anna! As your fiancé, I’m telling you that this too dangerous. Get down from there right now.”
She stopped, looking down at him. “