Rei and the Knock Knock JokeRei and the Knock Knock Joke4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Toji swore it couldn't be done.
Kensuke had his doubts.
But darn it, Shinji was going to make Rei laugh. It was lunch period in his school, and with nothing better to do, he approached Ayanami's desk and sat backwards in the chair in front of her. She looked a little startled that he had approached her so casually, but she made no sound. She lifted her head up, and acknowledged him.
"Oh, hello Ayanami!" Shinji said. "Listen, I'm going to tell you a joke, okay? It goes like this Ahem."
Shinji waited for a while. Rei stared at him with her eyes of crimson, unwavering.
"Now, Ayanami, you need to ask me, 'Who's there?', like you're answering the door." Shinji explained.
Rei blinked. "Someone is at my door?"
Shinji laughed sheepishly. "Oh, no, Ayanami-san! It's just a hypothetical. Now say, 'Who's there?' "
"There's no one at my door. I have no need to ask." Rei calmly said. She was about to pick up her book when Shinji stopped her.
"Come on, Rei! Just pretend
Pretty Cure OC Design Guide [ NEW AND UPDATED ]~ Pretty Cure OC Design Guide ~Pretty Cure OC Design Guide [ NEW AND UPDATED ]1 year ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Welcome to a new and updated Pretty Cure OC design guide! This is a guide that helps you design your OCs for any of the existing Pretty Cure seasons~
ANY QUESTIONS? If you have questions about any of the mentioned topics or want advice on your OC, you can always leave a comment or send me a note! I'm always willing to help~
[ 1. Personality ]
Let's start with your OC's personality! Every season has a different number of main characters, and thus a different number of personalities.
Every character has their own personality traits that makes them stand out, and your OC will have those too! Usually you can see they use certain type of characters for them, like; the tomboy, the smart one, the shy one, the energetic one, etc. Try basing your character on a type that hasn't been used in the group yet, or try mixing different types.
You also have to think, these girls become Pretty Cure for a reason. Mainly they fight to p
All About StrifePairing: Cloud x YuffieAll About Strife4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Summary: Yuffie has always desired Cloud, always wanted him to notice her. But how can that be possible when he's so desperately in love and involved with Miss Tifa Lockhart?
Genre: Hurt and Romance I think.
Setting: After Advent Children when Cloud becomes a confident happy sod haha
Rating: T for language etc
Disclaimer: All related Final Fantasy names and characters are copyrighted © by the almighty Square Enix. However, the story's plotline was created by me.
It simply wasn't fair who she got everything that Yuffie had wanted, the perfect beauty, the slim yet curvy body, the neat and styled hair the man.
Sure she was a little bit younger than Tifa, but Yuffie was perfectly capable of doing the same things that the elder woman did, though she would be lying if she said that she wasn't heartbroken by the fact that Cloud was completely besotted with Tifa instead of her, though she had been th
Coppelia Revisited, Part 1Three shadows crouched in the bushes outside the pink house. They weren’t thieves - thieves wouldn’t have made so much noise.Coppelia Revisited, Part 12 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Parker, why are you doing this?” There was a slight quiver in Ryan’s voice as he looked up to the house, which was one of the oldest in the town. In daylight the building was painted a light pink and blue, and it sat on a hill with perfectly manicured groves and trees. It looked for all the world like a dollhouse come to life. But in the moonless night it looked just as any other house, and perhaps a little more ominous.
“I just . . . I need to, honey.” Parker whispered in reply. She pushed her brunette brunette hair behind her ear and turned to him and her companions, “I really want you both to see her. I want you to see how beautiful she is.” Ryan, a tall and handsome boy with shaggy and dirty blond hair, took a moment before nodding.
"We’re with you,” Emily said, squeezing Parker’s hand.
SZS Drinking GameSayonara Zetsubou Sensei Drinking GameSZS Drinking Game5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Let's see how many episodes will get you completely smashed! Invite your fellow fans and bring booze!
How it works:
Simply drink a shot of your favourite booze everytime one of this things happens:
Nozomu IS IN DESPAIR!!!
Kafuka calls Nozomu 'Momoiro Kakarichou'/ pays him for it
Nozomu talks about killing himself/ tries to kill himself
Meru sends nasty messages
Matoi acts like a 'perfect housewife'
author's face is shown
Komori is seen hiding somewhere
Nozomu notes Komori's presence in school
allusion to another anime/ film/ TV show/ whatever is made
fanservice is censored
Kaere's undies are shown
Kaere threatens to sue someone (addictional shot if it's Nozomu)
Kaere starts 'in the country I come from' bitching
Kagerou is ignored
Chie is shown taking care of Komori
Chiri questions Nozomu's qualifications/ teaching methods
About kunoichis and a snake 4About kunoichis and a snake part 4About kunoichis and a snake 45 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sakura was finally able to sit up, leaning against the stump of a big tree. Judging by the pain in her back a tree she fell off. While recovering her strength she tried to remember what happened. It was all a blur until she heard an exclaiming "Finally!" on the other side of the tree. She peeked around the stump and saw Ino and Hinata lying on the ground, and a snakehead hovering over her companions, mumbling something she couldn't understand. Than he glared at the treetop above her with a sinister smile and started moving towards it.
Her heart seemed to stop when she put two and two together. The kunoichi touched her wet hair. The awkward smelling liquid wasn't water, she had gathered that much already. It was too mucous and thick. And now she knew why.
I I was almost eaten ; she thought shocked.
I was about to be swallowed alive.
All her training, all her experience seemed to be forgotten. The simple notion of being eaten alive froze her b
Time Goes OnTime goes on. It affects everyone. It goes by slowly when you're bored, and it flies by when you're having a good time. But it's always there, going on and on. The clocks tick the minutes away, whether we see them as slow or fast. And once the minutes, the hours, and the days are gone, we can never get them back.Time Goes On8 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Time is like a thief. It steals from us and steals from others, and it can't be stopped, no matter how much we wish it could. There was never a time like that. Never in my life had I wanted time to stop as badly as I did last week.
It was the last day of school (I was graduating high school), and I had the last period off. I was standing on the rooftop of the building, staring down at the city below. Cars sped by, and people walked through the streets, carrying along with their every-day business. Everyone in this town always complained that everything was always the same. They whined about having to go along with the same, monotonous life on a daily basis. And they sai
Really Little BustersReally Little Busters6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Here I go!" cried Riki Naoe, the brown-haired and slightly effeminate looking member of the group of friends who had established themselves as the Little Busters. As the teenager cried out, he swung the sturdy wooden bat in his hands, hoping that this time it would connect the small object speeding toward him. Rin had improved as a pitcher recently, but that didn't mean he had gotten any weaker as the team's starting hitter. As the ball grew closer and closer to the still swinging bat, Riki thought for just a few seconds that it wouldn't connect, causing him to strike out once more. No, he couldn't do that again. This had to be a hit. A home run. Anything that would amaze the rest of his friends.
As the ball and bat now connected, the loud crack of a direct hit resounded throughout the field as the ball went flying off, causing each member of the team to gape in awe. Riki smiled widely to see the ball go flying, as it was definitely the hardest he had even hit the ball. He was about t
Son of the CrackSon of the CrackSon of the Crack6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Robin was currently in the dining room of the Thousand Sunny. For some reason she hadnt been able to get to sleep so she went for a cup of coffee and a book in the vacant room. Just when she had been pouring a cup out of the pot the door opened and in walked a certain woman who reduced men to dithering piles of libido.
I can see Im not the only one who has insomnia.
Oh, did I wake you when I was going out?
No, it was just coincidence that we both couldnt fall asleep.
Robin offered Hancock a cup, though the latter declined and instead took out one of the sake bottles on the rack. She was extraordinarily picky, scouring through the bottles for at least five minutes before deciding on one. The two of them sat at the table opposite of each other, engaging in small talk. Out of all the crew Hancock got along best with Robin.
So, did you lose that doll our sniper made for you again?
Hancock almost choked on th
Fine PrintWith all apologies to Mr. Vonnegut.Fine Print8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
So it goes.
No one knows that it was a coincidence that Adam caused the apocalypse a year before the world ended in 2008, and thats because everyones dead now. Thats part of the world ending. Heres how it happened.
In 2007, Adam heard about Kurt Vonneguts death on a Sunday News program. In about two minutes, the program had neatly and concisely summed up the writers life and the details of his death, then cut to commercial. Adam had never read any of Vonneguts books or even heard of him before, but he was intrigued.
The next day, Adam went down to the library and checked out two of Vonneguts more famous books, Cats Cradle and Slaughterhouse-Five. He started with Slaughterhouse-Five, and read it from time to time on the subway over the next fe
Kaa the Snake - PoemTis one full-moon you meet a python named KaaKaa the Snake - Poem5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Now you realise you've travelled too far.
As he begins to speak softly through your ear
You slowly lose your frightening fear
As he asks for your trust.
You suddenly feel that you must.
As you watch his rainbow eyes dance.
You are placed in a hypnotic trance.
His long scaly coils begin to wrap you tight.
You can't escape with every ounce of your might.
As you are filled with happiness and joy.
You become his brand new toy.
A smile shines on your face.
Yet your about to disappear without a trace.
You are soon completely wrapped.
And he knows he has you trapped.
Your eyes begin to slowly close.
You lose to the slithery foe's.
He brushes your hair with his sliver-lined tail.
Your future plans begin to fail.
You are now a poor defenceless soul.
As it is now time for you to go.
The pythons mouth opens wide...
What happens next? You decide
Becoming the AvalancheIt seemed as if everything was crashing to burn down around me. I was in a dark place, and it seemed as if nothing I did would get me out of it. The clock was ticking, I could hear it in my head.... like the crocodile that's always chasing Captain Hook in Peter Pan. Only, this time, the crocodile's chasing the hero, and there's nothing that anyone can do about it.Becoming the Avalanche7 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Tick, tick, tick.
Advice. A good, simple talking to would be nice. Loneliness would never suffice in this hell of a place. Physical attraction is not enough for me, though I indulge in it. I live my life in it, indulgence is a virtue, or a vice, it matters not which. The dark place is calling.
Tick, tick, tick.
Go to work, get away from the house, live for just a day, be happy for a moment. Even though the customers treat me like nothing, like I'm not a person, just a face without a name, a body without a soul.
Dear CharlotteDear Charlotte2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It's September 1st today. It's weird, isn't it? The way most kids associate the start of September with brand new backpacks, pencil shavings and the panicked beating of their hearts as they get on the bus, pretending all the while to be perfectly collected, not even a little nervous? I guess that's one thing this whole thing has given me to be grateful for. Dr. Spence says it would be a good idea for me to write a list every day of things I'm grateful for. You'd like him. He also told me I should try writing you a few letters telling you how I feel, even if I would never send them, and it's not like you'd open them even if I did. Anyways, don't get me wrong, it's not like the start of another year doesn't faze me, it's more like I'm used to it, you know? And besides, I have other things to think about.
Charlie. It feels strange to call you Charlie. It's like when we used to go to that sushi place on 3rd street that you absolutely loved and we would order the rolls with
How do I help youHow do I help you?How do I help you7 months ago in Emotional More Like This
No, really, how do I help you with your depression?
I just don't know how to deal with this anymore. I've had many people close to my heart dealing with depression and anxiety. I've come to understand many things about how it works, and what not to do.
But how do I help you? What do I do?
How can I help you climb a wall I don't see or feel?
I kind of have the opposite problem. While something inside of you stops you from moving, I see a vast openness that's almost scary and just run in all directions. While you can only be passive and crawl in what binds you, I see so many things that need me to work and I don't know where to start. While you get to the point that your suffering is so static you think that death can't be worse, my sad thoughts are all over the place at a speed I can't even follow and I'm scared of everything starting with death.
Maybe I seem more free to you, and that's why you are attracted to me. But I'm attracted to you because you are an amazing
He Is Not An Edward.He is not an Edward.He Is Not An Edward.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He doesn't stare at me every minute he is with me.
Or smell my hair and watch me sleep.
Won't follow me, like a lost puppy,
Sometimes, he'll even walk away.
He doesn't love me for my faults,
It's in spite of them.
He'll notice pretty girls, even think of
When he laughs at me, it's because I'm silly,
The thought of me getting hurt does not bring tears to his eyes.
He would not die if I died,
He is not an Edward.
And I am not a Bella.
We are real.
Our love is real.
Is more important, and genuine
Than idealistic, impossible fantasies.
I want a Sam.
Simply ExpressedSimply Expressed3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don't need extravagance,
No big, long words,
No silver pence.
I don't need a card and flowers,
Nor fancy shows,
Or wasted hours.
All I want, and expect,
Is true love,
Picking PetalsPicking Petals3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
"Love me or love me not."
You watch the petals as they drop,
Listening to the ticking clock,
"He loves me, he loves me not."
Undecided - You can't say what you wish.
You honestly don't know if you really want this.
His love, his problems. The pain, and a kiss.
Indecisive - You don't know what to wish.
You don't know what you're hoping,
So you pick the petals, moping.
Their fragrance pure, their velvet sloping,
And suddenly - you know what you're hoping.
Karaoke, canta y no te matesLos programas de concursos tienen mucho tiempo de salir en la Televisión, de hecho tienen desde los inicios de la misma, comenzando desde el programa Truth or Consequences (Verdad o Reto) en 1941. Desde entonces han habido muchos programas y diferentes formatos.Karaoke, canta y no te mates10 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
En México la gente recordará algunos programas de concursos mexicanos basado en formatos de otros países como Atínale al precio (The price is right), 100 mexicanos dijeron (Family Feud), El rival más débil (Weakest Link), Jeopardy!, Aguas con el muro (Hole in the wall) o incluso Resbalón (Wipeout).
Luego, con la popularidad de The X Factor los productores y ejecutivos pensaron que más que ver anar o perder a lso concursantes, lo que daba rating era verlos sufrir y que les pusieran insectos y roedores encima mientras la gente se reía de la degracia ajena.
Así, es como se entiende que haya sido popular un formato de programa de concursos como el del programa "Karaoke, canta y
MemoriesBreaking away slowlyMemories5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Makes seperation easier.
Forgetting feelings and conversations
Makes leaving simpler.
All the memories begin to fade
All the good times along with the bad.
All consumed by the passing of time
All decaying in the dark.
The moment slips away forever
Never given a second chance.
Moving through the present to the future
Wishing that what was once taken for granted and abused.
...would come back to be cherished and held dear...