dont chase after llamas he saiddont chase after llamas he said3 years ago in Create a Story Contest More Like This
My great-grandfather used to tell me, "Don't chase after llamas because you'll only end up with a toaster in your nose." I never quite understood his advice until one Christmas, I was gardening with my best friend Oprah. All of a sudden, we found an underground tunnel! It was lame and spooky sounds came from deep within. Oprah saw something interesting inside, jumped in, and I never saw her again. Great-granddaddy was right!
Dear Daddy's GirlDear Naive 15,Dear Daddy's Girl3 years ago in Adult More Like This
You're ignorant as Hell.
You dress in baggy blue jeans, wear an oversized hoodie every day, and never let your hair down. Students at school, and even your mom, think you're gay… and you don't even know.
All of your classmates blame you for a burn book that circulated after that Mean Girls movie. Everyone thinks you're a jealous bitch and secretly they mock you. How can you not see that?
Your teachers are all positive that you cut yourself and that you're always on drugs. Even now you have no idea why they ask you to take your jacket off during class. Could it be that you always wear long sleeves?
It's okay, sweetheart. I had to find out the hard way, too.
Right now you're probably wishing your dad was home. He's the only one that will read your stories and tell you how creative you are. You don't have to beg him to watch movies with you, and he'll listen to your favorite songs without calling you suicidal. Right now, living wi
The Cucco ConundrumThe Cucco Conundrum2 years ago in Fiendish Fan Fiction Contest More Like This
The Cucco Conundrum
Link was getting thirsty, but he had made a point to never again drink from Kakariko’s well. He knew what was down there.
Chirping crickets stilled their night songs as Link shifted his position where he sat beside the windmill. Not for the first time, he fingered his Ocarina in consideration. He hated to dampen his lookout spot, but he really was parched. A little rain would have to do.
With a stretch and a groan he rose to his feet for the first time in hours and walked the short distance to the nearest sheltering eaves. Bringing the sacred instrument to his lips, he trilled a soft little waltz that set the sky aroil with swift black clouds. The wrack thickened and churned above him, veiling moon and stars and casting Kakariko Village into blackness. At the last note’s release, a sharp vein of lighting split the sky, thunder rang off the mountain and tumbled among the foothills, and the rain came down in sheets.
Navi the fairy, Link’s only