12 Days of Hetalian Christmas12 Days of Hetalian Christmas12 Days of Hetalian Christmas1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
On the first day of Christmas, what Finland gave to me.....
A Gilbird in a pear tree
On the second day of Christmas, what Finland gave to me.....
And a Gilbird in a pear tree
On the third day of Christmas, what Finland gave to me.....
Three Trembling Trios
and a Gilbird in a pear tree
On the fourth day of Christmas, what Finland gave to me.....
Four creepy Russias
Three Trembling Trios
And a Gilbird in a pear tree
On the fifth day of Christmas, what Finland gave to me.....
Ten Tips for Developing a Writer's Attitude1. Keep a journal or any form of recording device at all times. You never know when those rare moments of inspiration will strike, so you have to record it in some way before you forget. If you have a journal of some kind, or a binder with paper, you can make character sheets and a plot time-line/tree/map so you know where your story will go. While things may change during the act of writing out the story, the profile and the map will help keep the more important facts straight.Ten Tips for Developing a Writer's Attitude2 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Other than that, it's just a fashion accessory that makes you look like you don't have writers block ninety percent of the time.
2. When you do write, write realistically, but remember that it's still fiction. There are some things you can get away with, and there are some things that won't be forgotten in the most horrid way possible for generations to come.
In a century your book might be used as an example g
I amI am a human. Yet I am different from everyone else. That doesn’t mean I am set apart to be made fun of. I’m not something for you to glance at and then throw away like a broken toy. And if I am a broken toy, then at least I’m still different from the others. The other “toys” that all look, think, and act the same. The ones that’ve never had to suffer the carelessness of a sibling, parent, or friend. The ones that’ve never been told that they’re ugly, freakish, or cold hearted.I am2 months ago in Emotional More Like This
My hair is darker than a blonde’s, but still lighter than the blackette’s (and yes that’s a term I’ve learned). My eyes are darker than blues or greens. My skin is pale, and by comparing to the people around me, I can’t find someone I’m darker than. This doesn’t give anyone the right to call me names, or to mistreat me. I am a human, just like everyone else. But I have feelings too, even though half of the time I hav
Skaterman Summary/Bio ThingSkaterman is a member of the slender family and was created by Trenderman. He has 6 black tentacles, clawed hands, and razor sharp teeth. Skaterman is a more urban based slender and tries to blend into society as best as he can. Around people, he stands at about six foot or so. Whenever he so desires, Skaterman can grow up to eight or nine feet tall and outstretch his limbs 2x their original length then shrink again back to his normal size. That usually only happens when he’s about to attack or defend. Like Trenderman, Skaterman likes to obtain higher fashion clothing, but prefers skate brands. He wears a grey, Diamond Supply snapback, a slim, black, long-sleeved shirt, skinny khaki pants, and blue VANS. Skaterman is a professional skateboarder and knows just about every trick and technique in the book. He is usually a busy guy and doesn’t like to stay in one place for too long, but he can be very lazy at times. But most of the time he is on his skateboard at the skate paSkaterman Summary/Bio Thing7 months ago in Profiles More Like This
do not readI see you have disregard the warning. To you it was like saying don't push the big red button, only making you want to did so even more. Now it's to late, I'm coming you. Oh by the way, I'm not the owner of whoever account your reading this off of. I'm just the one to set the trap, The owner of said account can't even see this in his/her gallery and there's a small chance that there's one in your gallery as well. Anyway I may not come for you just yet, but be reading this you are mark now and I will come for you at some day. You are mine.do not read5 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
JTK PoemKeep your lights on! cause this made me paraniod as well!! XDJTK Poem6 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Killer on the run,
Killer on the loose,
Be careful when you go outside,
Before he gets you.
His smile is lasting,
His eyes are cold,
The sanity he is will be trapped...forever.
So be careful.. you'll be next..like what he did to his mother...
You better "Go To Sleep" Before he makes you...
Because... He'll be there waiting for you to..
And the only thing you'll see and hear is.. his cold EVER LASTING SMILE...And the last thing you'll hear is these three words..."Go To Sleep"
EDLDA AL 2012 parte 4 y finalEDLDA AL 2012 parte 4 y final2 years ago in Comedy More Like This
(Capitulo 4: Nosequeponer)
Raven: Estamos de vuelta en esta pelicula, como ya vieron, gumball tiene drogas, sus amigos lo ayudan, bla bla bla bla bla bla bla, bla bla. *se quedo callado en 3 segundos* bla bla bla bla bla bla, bien, donde estaba, ah si.
Se comienza la secuencia del episodio
El Humo: *se sale de la cama* No le hagas caso, hiciste lo correcto.
Gumball: No lo se, ella es mi hermanita, *abra la cajita* y no se que esta bien o mal, aun me siento bien.
El Humo: Estas perfecto, crees que te mentiria.
Gumball: Bueno pues *gumball vio que el reflero del espejo de la cajita era shrek y se asusta*, Shrek eres tu
Shrek: Si ese soy yo, estoy en serios problemas
Gumball se impresiono y el brazo de Shrek agarra a gumball.
Shrek: Ven conmigo, debemos hacer algo pronto
Gumball y Shrek se metieron al espejo, pero el Humo agarro el pie de Gumball, pero la fuerza de Shrek mete a gumball, y se metieron, pero el Humo se quedo.
Gumball y Shrek estaban caminando en una sala de espejo
EscapeI run in the morningEscape9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
So I can
breath breath breath
I ride during the day
So I can
leave leave leave
I read in the evening
So I can
dream dream dream
I dream at night
So I can be
free free free.
I do whatever I can
to escape this
Aiya Offers Her Blood To Mr ChinaAiya Offers Her Blood To Mr China5 months ago in Sketches More Like This
Important note!!! before you read: This story takes place in the future after Aiya has grown up. Mr China does not need food to survive but he does get horrible and cranky if he doesn’t eat.
I’m honestly not much of a writer but I had this idea and I really wanted to write it…
Soft low growls emitted from within the depths of the dark cave. The Chinese vampire was sitting in the very back, his talismans-covered hands scratching against the earth irritably. He gritted his teeth tightly, trying his damnedest to keep his cravings for blood down. Normally he could keep it down by consuming other kinds of food, but recently his hunts had not been going so well. It was hard to get proper food when you’re a 6 feet tall hopping undead, and with feelings and a conscience no less. He refused to kill any living creature just to satisfy his own hunger.
Now he had to face the consequences. Without being able to appeas
Haunted - Dead!Dirk x Bullied!Reader x DaveA/N: The story is written from the point of view of Dirk who was killed in a shooting at the school. He now haunts the school and watches all of the events unfold.Haunted - Dead!Dirk x Bullied!Reader x Dave4 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
I hated having to just stand there and watch, but there was nothing I could do. I was dead after all. The kids were right with there stories that the school was haunted. I had live and died in the school and now I spent forever here. At times it wasn’t bad, just lonely, but now it pained me more than ever to be so useless.
The poor girl, she had done nothing at all. Yet they had decided to bully her nonetheless. Everyday I would watch as they harassed her down the hall. Tripping her, pushing her, calling her names. I watched as the boys would beat her up after school or touch her in places she did not want to be touched. I watched as the girls called her a bitch, a slut, a nerd, a loner. I tried on many occasio
11 cosas tipicas en las caricaturas1) Cuando van a leer un libro,lo abren por la mitad11 cosas tipicas en las caricaturas5 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
2) Siempre usan la misma ropa
3) Su ropa interior es blanca
4) Cuando estan en un lugar oscuro solo se ven sus ojos
5) Un personaje sale herido,y al rato desaparecen las heridas
6) Tienen un problema,ven la television,y en un comercial encuentran la solucion
7) En un episodio se van de vacaciones a un lugar,y en el siguiente episodio ya están en su casa
8) Cuando van a sacar algo de sus bolsillos,lo sacan de su espalda
9) Cuando un personaje se enamora de otro personaje,las pupilas de sus ojos se convierten en corazones
10) Siempre existe un personaje,bueno,uno amable,otro tierno,uno romántico,uno malvado,uno que siempre se sale con la suya,uno que siempre le pasan cosas malas,uno malhumorado,uno al que siempre le hechan la culpa,etc
11) Todos los personajes tienen una frase caracteristica
AxisxReader - The Christmas OrangeAxisxReader - The Christmas Orange1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
“_____, I can’t sleep.”
“I can’t sleep, _____.”
“I’m sorry, sugar. What do you want me to do about it?”
Feliciano sat up in the king-size bed that we––along with Kiku and Ludwig––were sharing. He was sitting in a “thinker” pose on the left end, I was beside him waiting for his reply, Ludwig was grumbling beside me, and Kiku was sleeping peacefully on the right end. We all decided to share a room (and a bed) on account of the Bad Touch Trio and Alfred throwing a massive Christmas party in Ludwig and Gil’s house (in which Kiku, Feli, Lovino, and I also stayed). Dozens of people had been invited by the Trio and my four-eyed friend, and they all had been invited to spend the night. Yeah.
After a moment of thinking, Feli finally answered with a simple, “Will you tell me a story?”
I blinked, partially to rid myself of the sleep in my eyes and partially in
blue moon.crying out at the sky full of pain and despairblue moon.7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
tranquil light shines down with the cool night air
mouths close and hearts slow
as the pain fades out of sight
all under the blanket that the Blue Moon is wrapped in tight.
YouSweetie,You7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I hate this. I really do.
I wish it wasn’t this way.
I miss you.
I’m so sorry.
I would hug you forever if I could.
Please talk to me.
Hope we talk soon.
I. Love. You.
All the way to the Moon.
Why Rarity is Best PonyEverywhere you look on the internet it seems ponies have invaded. Whiter it be memes, fanart, and even homemade music videos, no one is denying the popularity of these loveable ponies. I myself being a dedicated Brony am very involved with the fan base. However I can’t deny my disappointment in some aspects involving it.Why Rarity is Best Pony10 months ago in Editorial More Like This
I love Rarity. She is a very dear character to me and one of the most ambitious characters in the show. I was involved in voting for her as my favorite character in the official friendship is magic popularity poll, but to my disbelief she came in last place; last place over Applejack, who is not really developed at all.
Often I get asked by other Bronies why I love Rarity, how could I possibly love such a “selfish” character that is only focused on her own vanity? How could I adore such a character that only seems out for her own self interests? And I truly have my reasons as to why. And if you could give me a moment of you time I believe
My Little Pony G3-3.5 introMy Little Pony: G4 intro (Lyrics)My Little Pony G3-3.5 intro2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
My Little Pony (x2); everyday is a dream come true. My Little Pony (x2); how I love to play with you. No way of knowing where we'll be going, our adventures never end. My Little Pony (x2), I'm so glad you're my friend.
We'll plan a party with Pinkie Pie, a bunch of balloons lift her up to the sky. Scootaloo will show us games to play, Toola Roola will be painting away. Rainbow Dash always dresses in style, Sweetie Bells magic brings a great big smile, I hope to hear a story from Cheerilee, and a beautiful Starsong melody. My Little Pony (x2), I'm so glad you're my friend.
Karkat x Reader I Said NoToday you were visiting your cousin John Egde- Egbert. Yeah.Karkat x Reader I Said No4 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
It has been four years since you last saw him! Everyone has been too busy to make up any dates for a visit. You almost forgot about him! The sad part is that you two had always hung out together when the both of you were little babies.
You never understood why you could never remember the good things in life, meanwhile you always remember the bad things. It irked you to no end.
THAT'S ENOUGH PLOT GIVING!
GET ON WITH THE STORY!
Lets just say that as soon as your cousin opened the door, you didn't expect to see what was behind him...... On the couch.
" Ugh... Who are you? "
Your name. Your name. It was. AW YES!
" My name is ______ ________ and I'm your cousin. "
God this was awkward. You felt like dying.
He simply gasped and enveloped you in a hug. " ________! IT HAS BEEN FOREVER SINCE WE LAST SAW EACHOTHER! Come on! We have a lot of catching up to do! "
" EGBERT YOU ASSHOLE! "
The hug surprised you, yes. But that
The Change The ChangeThe Change 6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I look around me
and it's such a shame
My Moon is just reflection...My Moon is just reflection of your Sun,My Moon is just reflection...7 months ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Another day - another silly game.
Let's hide and seek, it's time reload your gun,
By shooting me you never get the fame.
Cat catches mouse, life will always end,
Some rules are hard to change,
You need it to accept,
This is beginning which will lead to end,
Forgive me or forget.
I never could restore the time you’ve spent.
ImaginaryHis right foot touched the wooden deck, and his left followed swiftly behind. Both feet were bare so as to not disturb the night. He listened to the sound of his made-up waves steadily folding and swirling; bringing along his fictional breeze, tinged with salt.Imaginary7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
He took a few steps forward until he reached the wooden railing. He lifted his index finger, and lightly traced the grain of the wood with an absent mind. He looked over the railings into his make-believe sea, and a reflection caught his eye, shimmering amongst the deep cobalt waves. He looked up and saw her: Luna.
Glowing with ethereal light, she was only worthy of dreams. Pinpoints of light were dotted all over Luna's black backdrop, adding the most beautiful finish to the illusion before him. Another breeze floated by, whispering a lullaby as it went.
He never took his eyes off Luna. She sometimes spoke to him and he loved it when she did. So he continued to stare, expectantly. There it was! He could hear her singing his favo
truthI thought the truth made one free.truth9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I thought honesty was revered
I thought it was a good thing
To "tell it like it is."
Looks like I may be wrong.
Seems you can manipulate yourself
Into being an angel
When you're really a wolf in sheep's clothes
And hardly anyone will know;
You can crown the innocent with devil's horns
And no one will be the wiser.
Truth always captures the liars.
WorriedWorriedWorried1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Oh Cadence, my love, I wish I knew,
If there was something I could do
To relieve you from the heavy weight
Of keeping the city safe from its fate.
Every day King Sombra knocks
In hopes to break the magic locks
You use to keep the king at bay
Each moon lit night and sun bright day.
We cannot let this come to pass,
King Sombra’s reign here must not last
But I’m afraid you’ve grown too weak,
From lack of food and lack of sleep.
Don't give in, you must fight on
Remember, you're not here alone.
I'll be with you, my loving wife
Protecting you with all of my life.
Magical mystery cure - A slow recoveryIt was a beautiful day in the northern reaches of Equestria. The rolling hills and grassy plains were, under the bright yellow sun, truly a sight to behold. Going straight through the middle of this lovely countryside was a single long train track, and upon it, a brightly coloured train. It was moving along at a good pace and heading towards a place that, until a year ago, was nothing more than a frozen wasteland. Within the train were a multitude of ponies, earth, pegasi and unicorn alike, from many different villages and towns to the south, all travelling together towards the northern Crystal Empire.Magical mystery cure - A slow recovery3 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
But among them was a particularly special group of ponies, and one young dragon. In a car towards the back of the train, a close collection of friends were all sitting in their seats, admiring the view. Rainbow Dash, Rarity, Pinkie Pie, Fluttershy, Applejack and Spike were all doing their best to enjoy the train ride, which was usually something they looked forward to. But not today. Bec
Cindy and the Brownie - CH1Chapter 1Cindy and the Brownie - CH17 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A young male brownie ran along the beams of the old Devry family manor, slipping through the nooks and crannies between the walls of the old house. He clutched an ornate pendant in his arms, roughly half the size of his torso. The delicate silver chain of the pendant was wrapped around his shoulders so that it would not snag on any of the splinters or loose nails.
His dark curly locks bounced around his face as he ran through the narrow space, and he would occasionally shift his grip on the pendant so he could brush his bangs out of his eyes. His clothes consisted of a simple tunic, trousers, and boots. They appeared to have been finely crafted when they were made, but time had been less than kind to them.
He finally reached the cellar, where he pushed aside a loose stone and walked out onto a high shelf. This particular room of the cellar had once been a broom closet, but it had since been converted into a small bedroom. Though as such, it was incredibly cramped, with