Pokemon Crappy Pastaso wen i was littel i luved pokeemon i played my blu version all the time. so one day this old man apeared and threw a blu version at me it was painted red and then he fel to the ground bleeding all bloodily with lots of gor his intestines spewd everywere and he dyed.Pokemon Crappy Pasta4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
ignoring him, i poped my blu version in my SP and started it. i cliked continue, cuz u kno, maybe he had good pokeemon. he had six 3D animated full-color victinis even tho thats tottaly not possible, and they were all headless and had blood dripping down them. then on his trainer card he was a ghostly zombie with blood evrywere.
so red came up to me and battled me. my victini used flam charge on his pikachuy and it said "pikachu has died!" and then the lavender town theme played and my squirtle from my first ever pokeemon gam appeared and said "even tho u didnt loose ur blu version on purpose imma keel u"
so he came out of the game with a knife and stuk it in my neck and i was bleeding and my head poped off and blood spra
Cold as FlamesHe said that we'd always be together. He said that we'd be the greatest team in the whole world. He promised me that he'd never let me down. I did the same for him. But he was a liar from the start. Oh, how he lied.Cold as Flames4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I can remember the first time we ever met. I was released from my poke ball in that laboratory. The boy smiled at me and loved me. He even gave me a name. He called me Icefire. I wasn't sure why, because ice and fire are complete opposites, but I gladly accepted the name. That was they day that our adventure started.
He caught many pokemon, but I was always his favorite. His party pokemon changed often, but I was never switched out. I was there for every gym battle, every trainer battle, heck, I was hardly ever inside of my pokeball. There was never a battle that we lost, not once did I faint during a fight. I loved him, and he loved me. I had evolved from a Charmander to a Charmeleon within no time. By the time he recieved his fifth gym badge I was a Charizard. I was sure
Through The GlassI am standing in a hallway looking through the glassThrough The Glass5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I see a woman sitting in the chairs with her head in hands
She seems to be grieving or maybe just in disbelief
I try to come through the door, but it is stuck
I keep pulling and pulling but it will not open
She raises her head and looks up like she can hear me
I am pounding on the door open handed now to no avail
No one seems to hear me or even know I'm there
I start to walk down the hallway to find someone
I can see people, but it seems they cannot see me
I scream to see if I can hear my voice
It seems I cannot even hear myself
I am breaking out in a cold sweat now
As I head back towards the lady through the glass
The one I went to look for help for
She is at the counter now, and she is crying harder
The receptionist seems uncaring, unfeeling
The lady is beside herself with grief
Her body is trembling with every sob
Even though I cannot hear her, I know the signs
There must be a loved one near that she needs
Through the g
Tank Away, 1She tried not to dream.Tank Away, 15 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
She knew that disappointment
could always find her.
Yet she could not resist him;
they were inevitable.
evaporatehe doesnt needevaporate6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but would not
hurt me by
so I will clear
a path for him
not to care
until he forgets
to miss me
paradiselet the world contractparadise6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
until there is nothing
but these four walls,
the four corners
of this clean
boundaries of our
and in our seclusion,
we will become
a new eden,
and we will love
until the walls
Making PoetryI lie in bed on my stomachMaking Poetry7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The mattress gives,
your hip a pleasant
weight against mine.
I read another poem
but not as closely as before.
You stretch out and
look over my shoulder,
feigning interest, your breath
on my neck a distraction.
I study another poem then
have to start over because
I didnt quite get it.
My shirt slides upward,
dragging behind, your fingers.
You lay your cheek on my
back, your face a warm,
Burning in Water -
the words run together -
Drowning in Flame.
The red volume finds its
way to the floor as
I turn to another kind
Hank would understand
singyour voice touches me,sing6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a physical sensation
birthing keening howls
that explode in my middle
like depth charges
your groans slip
down my back,
sinking into my skin
as soundly as a crippled ship
sliding beneath the waves
speak my name like
a good omen, a kind morsel
that Ill take straight
from your lips and
let your tongue
linger over my letters,
a pagan hymn offered in
our sea of night to the
Pokemon Crappypastak so i got a pokerman red game liek 2 days ago but i got it 4 free and idk y but i put the game in my gaimboi and i skipped the opening and the game was all liek nuuuuuuu imma kill u now and im liek wtf and my parents came in and my dad's like noooo rachel don't do that aaahhhhhhhhhhh and i'm like dad wtf it just a gaim it not like the pokemanz are gunna cum kill u and he was screaming and mom was screaming and they both started dying but i plaid anyway and my pipup frum my 1st gae pokemenz perl was on da screen and it was bubbles and im liek wtf its not a kanto pokermon and my gamboy was hot and it got dark outside and my piplump came out of the speakers and it was all bloodie and blood drippin from te walls and blood gore guts death and mai emo pipump kut mai fingers off and im like wtf is wron wit u an its liek u abandoned me and nao u gonna die cuz u left me ther to die with those day care ppl and i killed them and i killed ur mum and family and burn sinno down and plipup started sPokemon Crappypasta4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
OOC:A Parody of Sonic fanficsOOC:A Parody of Sonic fanfics4 years ago in Comedy More Like This
It was a happy dandy and perfectly happy dandy day.The sky was blue and there was not a single could in the whole sky!How wonderful!
Amy Rose also felt wonderful because she saw Sonic.BUT ALL WAS NOT HAPPY DANDY AND/OR WONDERFUL FOR HIM!!!
For Sonic was not himself today,as you will soon see.
Amy approached him,cheery as usual.
"Hello Sonic!" she said. "How are you?"
Now,Sonic,the guy who will make friends with just about anyone and doesn't get worked up easily,was just SO ANGRY AT AMY!!!
Is she actually TALKING TO HIM?!Of all the nerve!
So,despite Sonic being good friends with Amy,and not hating anyone,not even Eggman,Sonic completely flipped his lid.
"GOD AMY YOU ARE SO ****ING STUPID I DON'T LOVE YOU GO AWAY I HAET U!!!!!"
Now,Amy should have realized how unlike Sonic this is,but she didn't.Oh well.
"WHAT?!SONIC NUUUU!!" she said,her eyes tearing up.
"NO IM SRS GO DIE IN A HOLE ARRRRGHJKL!!!111!!!!
Instead of fighting back,or hitting him with her hammer,Amy decided to
heroesthey lived long livesheroes5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
filled with hard work,
fried chicken, and
every day of his life
and never missed
a house payment
and never missed
The Price Is Right
a lost baby
and for decades
still smiled when
the other entered
no one told them
that people dont
Bite MeI stopped by your officeBite Me7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to take you to lunch only
to discover you feasting
on the secretary.
Oh, well, I wasnt
really hungry anyway.
I read a chain letter and DIEDDon't read thisI read a chain letter and DIED4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I'm so cereal dont read it!
dith one time I was dooin stuff and then I red this chain mail and now I can't spell right because I coped and pastid evrywhere and sum of my brain cels died becuse I was stupid enough to believe...
Im so serius dood, this is liek so true, I was so scared cause timy or vanesa or whoevr was guna cum out my tv and strngl me with sum tisue papr, so I liek crid and thay sad I was stoopid so dey left caus they sad I wasn't wort it so I went to slep and crid and woke up again, and ther was a crepy doll on my bed so I shit my pants.
And the I played pokemon and my ds ate me and I was liek "oh noooeeessss"
bountyclouds feather graybounty5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
across a sullen sky
like weighted birds
tossed aloft with
clipped wings, sinking
fast into the horizon
they dissolve into
the thunder of a
the earth softens
deep wellsprings fill
rain slides into mist
echoing dimly in
our memory of
days when people
HalfheartedI gave you my whole heart,Halfhearted6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and you returned it
So, I laid it out on the kitchen
table to glue back
but the calico jumped up
and stole some before I
could catch her.
While I chased the cat, the dog
ate as many pieces as
he could reach,
apparently preferring the taste
of bleeding heart to
Alpo Chopped Beef.
By the time I gave up on the kitty
and sat back down to the job,
big chunks had disappeared,
making it that much harder, like
putting together a puzzle with missing
pieces and no picture.
So I patched it up as best I could, but
whether it will work again or not,
only time will tell.
The shadow of LostlornThe shadow of Lostlorn4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The shadow of Lostlorn.
"Eh, I wouldn't go there if I were you."
A young girl with sandy blonde hair turned her head towards the voice that called out to her.
Approaching her was a young man with spiky black hair, and the girl noticed that he carried a huge backpack with him just like she did.
"Sorry if I scared you. My name is Stephen." He reached out his hand.
The girl smiled and shook it. "I'm Joanne. It's nice to meet a fellow backpacker."
"Uh-huh." He nodded before he continued talking. "I noticed you were about to go to Lostlorn forest. Am I right?"
Joanne smiled again. "Yup. I really love forests! The smell of fresh herbs, the sound of the wind rustling through the leaves, the cheerful cries of wild Pokemon "
Stephen sighed. "I'm sorry to tell you this, but I really don't think you should go there. It's probably just some paranoia of mine, but I always get the creeps when I visit that place. Not to mention that there's this suspicious woman there, living all by
Dream ManI enjoy writing love poems.Dream Man7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Lately, Ive had friends ask
who it is I write them for.
Its interesting to me that
only my males friends ask
this question, as if they feel
an unspoken urge to protect
me from the object of my desire.
Never once has a female
friend asked about him.
Women understand, you see,
that a woman can write
passionate poetry about
no one in particular.
Men seem (to an outside
observer such as myself)
to lust very specifically
after this woman or that;
when they want, even if
shes a dream, she wears
a particular face, even
if the hunger is fleeting.
Women, too, can lust
with specificity, but not
necessarily so. I would love
to be able to tell you that
the man for whom I write
is real, but, alas,
he is not.
Theres no one.
Like most women,
I can conjure my lover
out of thin air,
a magical amalgamation
of wishes and wants,
dreams and desires,
nectar and need,
all gently simmered
and stirred over the
ebbing flame of
The only aspect o