Fionna's Love Adventure Chapter3Fionna's Love Adventure Chapter31 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter Three: Untold Secrets
Fiona: Cake, PG was acting so weird when we were all alone in the treehouse. H-h-he took off his shirt..a-a-and he grabbed me by the waist..he started kissing me..h-he threw me onto the couch, he unbuttoned my shirt, then tried to "touch" me...and then Marshall Lee and Flame Prince walked in when he was kissing me...it was so awkward, Cake..
Cake: Oh glob..
Lord Mochronomicorn: -_----_---_---__-_-___----_--_-- ((That's just plain wrong of PG...o.o"))
Cake: I know right..Fi? You okay though?
Fionna: Yeah, I'm allright..
Cake: You wanna go over Marshall Lee's house and explain everything?
Fionna: N-no..I mean..yes..I might as well..just to explain to him..you're right Cake. And thank you Lord Mochronomicorn. *smiles gratefully*
Cake: See ya Mochronome. Come on Fionna, let's go.
Fionna: Yeah, see you later Lord Mochronomicorn. Bye....Wait! I ch
sloppys returnsloppys return1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
"my friends are such dorks" Sarah muttered to herself as she texted them back, she was wearing a tight black skirt and a blue shirt that was tucked into her skirt, she was a rather lovely girl with a slim figure. she was lying on her stomach, texting away. sloppy joe was watching from behind her, he licked her legs then ducked down. she got up and looked behind her, she couldn't spot anything.
she remained sitting down on the bed. sloppy popped back up and reached his arms up, then he grabbed her shoulders and stuffed her head into his mouth. "MMMPH!" Sarah cried as sloppy began gulping her down, she kicked her legs madly as he held her down, she punched at him as he flipped her onto her stomach, her skirt crept up her ass revealing her pink undies, her legs kicked helplessly. she continued squirming and protesting as her breast entered his mouth. her cries were muffled, she tried flipping over onto her back but sloppy held her down on her stomach.
her skirt was still up her ass, she s
Forever NeverlandGrace disliked Tinkerbell. She disliked her because she had wings and she could fly whereas Grace stayed on the ground, catching fireflies. The fireflies, in turn, made it easy because they knew she would let them go. She would stare at their radiant light in awe and try to understand how something so little could shine so very bright.Forever Neverland4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
She tried to pretend the bread she had in the mornings was ice cream flavoured, and even imagined her little brother had never been taken from them but had been enthralled and forever lost in Neverland. When she tried to explain this to her mother, her mother would look away quietly, and sometimes, rise with a quiet shudder...and leave the room.
For a little girl who had the hope of the world resting quite easily on her head as a crown, she knew. She knew that one day, he would come for her and maybe, maybe they could be together again like they were in her dreams.
As she grew older, she slept on a bed of green, with a desk of wood and a massive window t
If I were a Sunflower Seed (Rochu Poem) If I were a Sunflower SeedIf I were a Sunflower Seed (Rochu Poem)1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
"Hey Yao, if I were a sunflower seed
Would you let me grow?
Keep me out of the winter,
and away from the snow?
From you pure Chinese soil, and through the bladed grass,
I'd stand up tall with courage and so much class!
But when the seasons change, please keep me out of the withering cold.
Then I can stay by your side so we can both,
and grow forever old."
((This was made off of pure OTP feels, I love Rochu so much! It just popped up in my head while i was in school, so I had to write it down immediately! I am too atached to this pairing, I have a Serious PROBLEMMMMM HUUURRRRRR!!)) Enjoy! <3
FlyFlyFly1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hon önskade att hon kunde fly.
Fly undan mörkret.
Fly undan de mörka tankarna.
Undkomma kedjorna som håller henne fången.
Hon skulle springa över fälten.
Om hon bara kunde.
Ingen ser hennes tårar.
Ingen hör hennes snyftningar.
Märker inte hennes smärta.
Det är som om hon inte existerade.
Hon önskar att hon kunde fly.
Göra sig fri från kedjorna som håller henne fången.
Too Much DoubtWhy is it called the land of the free?Too Much Doubt2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When will the blind finally see?
Hit the case like a bomb
Innocent men deserve to live
Is it easier to kill
When all you have to do is sign the bill?
America has chanted
Innocent men deserve to live
He didn't kill anyone
But never again will he see the sun
At first just one judge
But now the Supreme Court wont budge
Innocent men deserve to live
Troy Davis didn't do it
But our country is too stupid
So tonight a man will die
And all the angels will cry
What's the death penatly all about
There is way too much doubt
Innocent men deserve to live
Shoah and EvilAt present I am undergoing research into the Holocaust and individual responsibilities for the hideous deeds done. I am disgusted and horrified to see what I know to be not even the full extent of evil that was done, but what disgusts me further are the people who knew and did nothing to stop anything. The 'scientific reasons' for the Shoah (Hebrew) are horrific and the fact Nazi scum used such terminology during the Nuremberg trials makes my stomach turn, at least some of the greater demons admitted guilt and showed they still possessed some honour, for whatever honour can be left after genocide. These Nazis are disgusting, filthy barbarians and they still thrive amongst us, in the names of nationalism and patriotism. All nationalism is, is being proud of circumstance. Adolf Hitler used nationalism to inspire people, these people didn't order their mothers to aim for Germany when they popped out, it was sheer coincidence. Holocaust deniers and hard right nut jobs are hell bent protectShoah and Evil2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
You are the World."The world is not something separate from you and me; the world, society, is the relationship that we establish or seek to establish between each other. So you and I are the problem, and not the world, because the world is the projection of ourselves, and to understand the world we must understand ourselves. That world is not separate from us; we are the world, and our problems are the world's problems."You are the World.3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
wHoly TruthsThe pretentious reflectionwHoly Truths3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Of a soulless deception
Find the truth in our lost and found
Leave the rest to settle without sound
Half truths are whole lies
Hidden behind an honest disguise
Can you read between the lines
You gotta shed the naked lies
Wide asleep I'm barely living
The ethos of the nation
Barely awake I'm never giving
The echos of desperation
How do you heal When you don't feel sick
The same way you kill Without lifting a stick
The paradigm is shifting
To settle all the sifting
The paradigm is shifting
Gonna settle all the sifting
I've looked at the picture of my own decay
And registered the Richter at the point where I lay
You've sown the pain of your own demise
I'll watch you fall to see if you can rise
With literal eyes can you pierce the disguise
With spiritual eyes shed the naked lies
Find the truth It's buried in the past
Then rid yourself of the promises
They were born to never last
Role-Play $ Role-ModelWhen angels begin to cryRole-Play $ Role-Model3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Take refuge in asking why
They're playing on emotions
As stable as the oceans
I've seen the White Rabbit
But I have not found the 'whole'
I'm drowning in the habit
Selling every ounce of 'sole'
I tried to confide in denial
Although I could never admit
How curious this style
Where definition doesn't exist
When devils begin to lie
Take refuge in your stride
They're playing on emotions
As violent as the oceans
My dreamMy dreamMy dream3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I want to smile at you
get lost in you
like a fool in love
PolitikTo be politically correct, people should take the time to understand why politics is a facade. Oh great fascism and corporatism!! We call this democracy! Democracy has change for the worse has it not. Polarity and lack of education and intelligence puts our deity democracy in an asylum. And the hypnotizing and contradictory television and radio has plague the minds of the masses. I do say there are some formidable media, but that is some. Most are created to set a distraction, a great illusion with mischief in the back curtains. The most primary aspect of humanity that we have distorted democracy and government is that we do not take the time to examine ourselves. Why do have our beliefs and faiths? Be skeptical. Critically think of what we need. Search in our world what needs to be fixed. In order to fix, it is to understand why it exists and how it got there. My people across the world.. you are more powerful than what you think or belief. If you don't like what you see or feel, stanPolitik3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
A Bit on RacismIf you're a racist, or are biased against blacks, just remember one thing evolution has taught us:A Bit on Racism3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
We were all black at one time. Humans came from Africa.
SocialismJag flyttade till ett land där de rika inte köper politikernas rösterSocialism4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Ett land där den som äger en fabrik inte är Gud
För inte vill man leva i ett land där snåla högervindar fryser dig till märgen
Kom mina systrar och bröder
Rödklädda ska vi tvinga denna blåa Ikarus till solen
Så hans vaxvingar smälter
Ni som är skadade, vält dem med kryckan
Ni som är fattiga, stryp deras pengatillgång med kedjan dom stryper dig med
Låt inte den blåe kirurgen skära bort din hjälp
Hjälp såsom sjukhus och utbildning
Låt inte chefen exportera det ni har gjort för en spottstyver
När ni har kämpat i ugnens göd
Låt honom inte låna realkapital och stoppa merparten i fickan
False dreamsA rose,a butterflyFalse dreams4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
On the grass we dine
Can almost touch the sky
Food Haiti and HomeHaitian food and HomelandFood Haiti and Home4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A crunch, sweet and salty, sunrise circles of fried plantain,
tasting the place so out of my reach.
Rivers of black beans, poured over brown rice valleys,
the flavor of life that my parents left for a land more free.
Rough scratchy gratin, hard shards of past poverty, reminders on my tongue,
of the dusty gravel roads traveled, miles towards optimistic outcomes.
Creamy papaya, frothy mango, milkshakes laugh as they jump out of straws
and slide down our throats, dancing, like clear blue water I've heard of more often than a lot.
Crisp flakes of crust, coating fingers with grease and meat,
light and angelic outsides, deep and juicy in between.
Everyone comes from somewhere.
Plenty of people, when you ask them where they're from will tell you, "I'm from Alabama!" or "My family moved here from Texas!" It's great to know where you're from. I've met plenty of kids who've traced their roots back to Africa, or some Irish clan. We are all from some place, and for the bo
World War II: 09.01.1939World War II: 09.01.19394 years ago in Historical More Like This
Today, September 1st, marks 70 years since the beginning of World War II, something which means different things, I think, to everyone who will read this, but a beginning which can be defined by Nazi Germany's invasion of Poland. The war became much bigger than this, but it started there, with a single country whose allies abandoned it and which fought back not because it had the means to, not for glory or even a hope of success, but because it was given no other choice but to rise to meet its circumstances.
Today we remember a tragedy, but also the struggle against tragedy and cruelty, and those who gave their lives to that struggle and its cause.
Stressed"It's not worth it you know?"Stressed4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"All this hate."
"Shut up. It's none of you business."
"You made it my business when you walked in the door and started shouting at me."
"I wasn't shouting at you."
"At who then?"
"No one... Maybe."
"Your hands are shaking."
"I just need to calm down..."
"You cannot let them get you riled up like that."
"I know I shouldn't, I just can't help it."
"I don't know okay?"
"Why scream then?"
"It makes me feel better?"
"That's a pretty lame excuse."
"It helps me relax..."
"And makes everyone else feel agitated."
"I can't explain it, I let go of all this built up energy. I feel alive."
"All his because of one person?"
"It only has to be the one."
'Your life must be full of angst."
"Angst is my life, sorry."
"What did they do?"
"This one person, what did they do?"
"They made me feel small, like a louse."
"Lots of people have probably made you feel like that."
"What makes this one so special?"
"I feel like we're going in circles."
Don't flame ChinaThis is specifically to all flamers of people with Chinese ancestryDon't flame China4 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
From a past chat room:
*Hey, you are Chinese right?*
Me: *Yeah, why?*
Man, fuck you. What if I call you a Capitalistic Fucktard?
It pretty much pains me to the heart regarding how stereotypical jackasses look down on China. I'm not even a Communist-born Chinese. I'm a Hong Kong, BNO born Chinese. British Overseas Citizen of China.
"When we were the Sick Man of Asia, We were called The Yellow Peril.
When we are billed to be the next Superpower, we are called The Threat."
When Hurricane Katrina devastated the states, the americans spent forever to rebuild and repair much of their hurricane stricken cities.
When an earthquake struck and devastated Wenchuan, Sichuan Province in 2008, the Chinese were quick to rebuild the city as soon as possible.
The reason? America currently has much of the world's $tary resources. As stereotypes dictate, they act as if they are
Innocence-Experience-IranWeeks ago, I began a drawing;Innocence-Experience-Iran4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
An illustration of a song
About secret lovers.
Star- crossed lovers
Who plan to escape,
To run away.
But they are betrayed.
And the girl is killed
By the bullet meant for her beloved.
(Its terribly romantic.)
I found that drawing today.
Rough outlines still;
The lovers no more than circles and lines
The pose too stiff
The angles all wrong.
But I saw none of this.
I only saw the jagged outline,
The perfect dark stain on the outline-girls chest.
And suddenly it was Saturday
And I was staring at a screen
Watching violence unfold half a world away.
Watching a grainy cell phone video.
Watching as a girl is shot
In the chest
By a militiaman
As she watches a protest.
She falls back to the pavement
(Now stained a deep red)
And people rush to her aid
Pressing hands to her chest
Trying to stop the flow.
Her eyes drift to the side
And for a moment she stares straight at the camera
Straight at me.
For that moment
She is so far removed
From the grasping han
JobListen my friend, I have news to tell.Job4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
About how my dream job isn't going so well.
I feel sick, depressed.
I feel like I'm being dragged along by people who can't let go.
I was supposed to be living the dream.
It doesn't exist.
I'm always stuck up here.
I'm not allowed down to earth.
Until they find someone better.
There was no excuse for today.
Except for the fact someone doesn't like me.
They've posted online.
Horrible things about me.
What am I to do now?
Waste away feeling hollow?
It's not worth it.
They're not worth it.
I'm better than them.
They just don't know it.
I will live the dream.
I'll find a new job.
And when I quit I'll bring everything up.
And the law suit.
Then they'll be sorry.
They'll lose a person.
And a lot of money.
Then they'll realise treating someone like this isn't funny.
But then that's what happens when you allow bullying in the workplace.
A business becomes a disgrace.
Learn from my tale friends
Tonight I slept notKings of Iran, I'll speak up today. (safe from my stool, with no price to pay)Tonight I slept not4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Oh would you but hear what I have to say.
Those who abuse and oppression have sown,
I'll try to inform you the harvest you've grown.
(Let me state plain: You're hurting your own.)
To all else: Listen, woman or man,
Persian or muslim, who searches for land!
Listen and hear: the world can well see,
That you by own hands have sought change to be.
(And what more, denied, let flow a green sea.)
You are the ones that have raised up your arms,
Laid your case clear, stood up, called alarms.
To which kings respond by seeking a fight,
Presuming that time will prove their deeds right.
You prove them all wrong, at not playing their games!
They sought to turn tables, with hatred and names.
Invoking old foes, cracking down in their error.
You stand up in their faces, rejecting their terror.
Who makes martyrs of women? Who makes bruises of them?
Who sets the distinctions, hides facts from free men?
Who puts y
ForgottenYou know,Forgotten5 years ago in Spoken Word More Like This
Just the other day,
I saw something
That made me deeply sad.
An old friend of mine,
Had announced his views as
I remember how numb
It made me feel.
Did he forget the times we shared,
Playing on the Sega,
Or the barbeques that we shared,
Munching on a burger in his garden.
How about the pokemon wed
Traded, or the laughs wed shared when
My sister said she wanted to
Did he forget the times,
That wed spend ours in front of the TV,
Laughing at silly cartoons.
I only wonder that,
If hed met me know,
For the first time,
What would he do?
Would he stab out his cigarette
On my arm?
Or would he plunge his knife
In between my ribs?
Or maybe hed just glare.
Call me a name.
Spit at me.
All of those years of happiness,
For my old friend
Is now my latest fear.
I can only wonder if
He was always a racist
And never really liked me.
Or maybe he really has just forgotten
Exactly who his friends were.
For me, the son of
In the memory of...In the memory ofIn the memory of...5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Those who took up arms
To protect their loved ones
Those who stood against and enemy
Who might have ruined a world
Those who with fear
Crossed the lines as heroes
Those who left loved ones
At home to carry on
Those who took to the stand
And band them to hell
Those who rose to the call
And let no one down
Those who picked up a comrade
When death was so very close
Those who lost a part of himself
In a fight so bloodthirsty
Those who never returned
Who lay in distant lands
For those who came back to us
So that we might rejoice
Those whose work went unheard
Beneath and above the ground
Those who kept our spirits high
Even when the worst was to come
Those who in this day
Fight battles at home and afar
In the memory of those who served
In memory of those who died
In memory of those still amidst the battle
Lest We Forget