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
Coming Home (story)Coming Home (story)1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Deimos stood up quickly as the ship’s computer sent out a warning signal, indicating the proximity of a nearby planet. The nails on his paws clicked loudly on the metallic floor as he made for the nearest window. Deimos’ mulberry eyes widened as he pressed his self to the glass, looking out upon a small blue and green planet orbiting slowly in the cold, black expanse of space. Long had he wished to look upon this planet, his place of origin.
He was not like the ones he remained loyal too. The Irkens. Most of them were small and green with large luminous eyes, reminiscent of his own. Instead of fur they had skin, and where he had pointed ears they had only long antennae. Yet he was a part of them. They were his family, if the word “family” would be an appropriate word to use; but after all, it was they who had made the wolf-like mutant, now staring out upon the place he had come from.
As Deimos looked out he couldn’t help but wonder what it could possibly b
Killer Concordes: (1)This is from a young male killer concorde’s perspective by the name of Ryir.Killer Concordes: (1)2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“Looking through my windscreen at you now I wonder how long it took for our species to virtually come to an end. Four days; four excruciatingly bloody days for our kind. When what is called the United Nations passed a resolution: Resolution O.K.C.E. When that resolution was announced to be finalized, we could sense it. Yet we had no idea what it would lead to next.
Our kind is based off of the now decommissioned Concorde, a supersonic airliner that once flew between America and Europe. Our kind was created in a way that I along with my brethren have no idea how to understand. We are living, yet machine at the same time. We were not born like animals or humans, nor grown like plants or crops, or even built like machines and vehicles. As far as I can tell, our kind is a combination of all three types of creation. The first three members, what we regard highly as our two founding fathers and founding
Hobo Heart Stitches CreepypastaHobo Heart Stitches Creepypasta5 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Hobo Heart - Stitches
It was a winter afternoon. Like most winter afternoons it was overcast, cloudy with a bit of rain, the wind blew and the leaves rustled on the sidewalk as C.C. and her friend Elizabeth walked home from school.
"It was nice walking this way for a change." C.C. said as the two strode along.
Elizabeth smiled "Thanks for joining me this way. I can't believe Britany didn't show again today. She didn't call or anything."
C.C. rolled her eyes "She probably skipped and went to the lake with Glen."
Elizabeth laughed "You're probably right. Alright well I'll see you tomorrow."
The two parted ways and C.C. continued. She had just a few more blocks till she was home.
As she walked along she saw a small scruffy dog pawing at something in the gutter.
"Hey little guy whatcha after?" she crouched down and saw a bone stuck in a crack.
C.C. pried it lose and the dog snatched it up and darted away, toward the alley.
The girl followed "Hey, don't I at least get to pet you?"
An Orphan's Tale (Dragon Vore)WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS SOFT VORE. IF YOU DO NOT LIKE VORE, I STRONGLY ADVISE YOU NOT TO READ THIS.An Orphan's Tale (Dragon Vore)2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It all happened so fast, I don't understand! Why my family? We didn't do anything wrong, they just came and... let me just get straight to the point. My name is Josef.
When I was a lad, I was small, quite thin and had short, brown hair and hazel eyes.
I used to live on a farm. Our house was quite small, and was made mostly out of wood and cobblestone, and the closest city to our home was Solitude. I lived there for 8 years with my parents, who I would often help out with on the farm. I was a single child, but I didn't care. The area was nice. We lived in a clearing that was surrounded by a lush forest that was teeming with life. I lived a happy, peaceful life with my parents, until one day, when I was 10 years old, they came.
It was late at night and I was trying to get to sleep in my bedroom. My parents were in the lounge, sitting by the fire and relaxing after a hard day's
A Change of PlansJohn sighed and leaned back from his computer, his stomach rumbling. He’d been catching up on his blog all afternoon, having nothing better to do since Lestrade hadn’t even had any petty cases for them all week and Sherlock had vetoed the idea of planning a Christmas party (before he’d even mentioned it) when John had brought home a small tree a few days ago. Writing about murders hardly seemed fitting for the holiday season, though, and John didn’t enjoy feeling like a scrooge sitting home thinking about death on Christmas Eve. He scowled at the screen a moment and decided he ought to make a Christmas post that didn’t have anything to do with one of their cases. His stomach rumbled again. But perhaps after a break he thought.A Change of Plans2 years ago in Romance More Like This
John turned to face the door, but didn’t actually get out of his chair. Sherlock had taken over the kitchen almost as soon as he’d gotten up that morning, experimenting with god-
From Flatmate to FianceOh my God, I’m his wife.From Flatmate to Fiance3 years ago in Romance More Like This
John lay dumbfounded, trapped under the weight of Sherlock’s limp limbs, staring at Sherlock’s face still smooshed into the pillow next to him after having poked him several times to remind him the alarm had gone off and they wouldn’t have time for breakfast. The morning light was glowing on his white skin making this mad-devil look positively angelic in his peaceful slumber.
It had happened so gradually John hadn’t even realized. It began, really, that first night when he’d saved Sherlock’s life. At least that should have been a good foreshadowing of the eventual inevitable. But aside from that, it had been a million simple little things that just happen as you get used to living with someone. The times he’d grabbed Sherlock’s scarf by mistake. The times when one or the other of them had accidentally drank from each other’s
a poem about too many people and too much heart.you were mya poem about too many people and too much heart.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
conclusion- the last paragraph
and the last thing
i got to say.
i loved you and i
took words from
between my eyelashes and i
put them down for
you, i took you apart
a million times
in my mind and always put you
and i drew
you, soft and silhouetted
window, the pane
foggy and i thought of you
in the darkest of
times, because i kept telling myself
that you were the
light (like you
i know that i am just
a girl with
too much heart and
too weak of ribs; but
i was hoping
that you would help the foxes
hunt the hounds, just for
The Silent WarThe Silent War: A Controllers Unbreakable HopeThe Silent War6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
My name is John Parker, and I swear to you right now that what I am writing is true. To begin with, I am writing from inside a cage underground. All around me there are other cages, holding miserable captives like myself. The air is filled with the hopeless wailing of lost souls. Our cages are guarded by oversized bugs called Taxxons, and by Hork Bajir, which look like they are part man, part snake, part tyrannosaurus, and part blender. Strangely enough, although the Hork-Bajir resemble demons, there are many of them locked up like us human prisoners. There is one in the cell right beside mine. Tar Jalell, I think he said his name was. Nice guy, if a bit slow. Like me, he longs for escape, but he does not have the wits to contrive it.
People have described this place by a name I wont repeat. It is not that place, although I doubt Satan in his wildest imaginings could design a worse prison than the Yeerk pool.
Yeerks. Tiny, alie
Female Zulu NamesAmahle Beautiful onesFemale Zulu Names6 years ago in Historical More Like This
Andile Have grown, Increased
Ayanda Growing, Increasing
Ayize Let it happen
Bheka Look, Take care of
Bhekithemba Look for hope
Bhekimuzi Look after the household.
ten p.m. reality check. i stare at my palms, lucid, and i hate my mother because she never told me that my best friend could break my heart (or that he ever would).ten p.m. reality check.1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Female Haudenosaunee (Iroquois) NamesAdsila BlossomFemale Haudenosaunee (Iroquois) Names2 years ago in Settings More Like This
Caneadea Where the heavens rest upon the earth
Dehhewämis Pretty girl, Handsome girl, Pleasant, good thing.
Genesee Beautiful valley
Gennisheyo Shining, Beautiful valley
Jigonhsasee New face
Oniatario Sparkling, Beautiful water, Fine lake
Orenda Magic power
Talise Beautiful waters, Forest
Tekakwitha One who walks groping for her way
i'm not dead, i'm only dying.i wouldi'm not dead, i'm only dying.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
sell my blood just
baby, i am
not broken, just
a little bit
bent- but that cat is
out of the
the secret is that i
am a liar. i have
told people that
i am fine and
i am whole when i think
that my veins are
starting to rot-
i think i have
died. this is
no more than
Another Fallen OneThere was a lady on telly today,Another Fallen One2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Talking from a land far away;
Her kid had died,
Torn apart from the inside.
The kid had hung herself in the family bathroom.
The lady was crying,
You could hear her heart dying
And mine did too.
I could've been that kid,
What with all the things I did
And my family could've been her;
Left with nothing but despair.
I envy the kid
For doing what she did.
I thank the kid,
Making me think about what I nearly did.
I mourn the kid,
Gone because of what others did.
Don't ever think you wouldn't be missed,
Because there's always that person
Who'll miss you,
Praying you'll pull through
Until memories of your smile is all they have.
bird lungs and a burnt tongue.someone once asked mebird lungs and a burnt tongue.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
what it's like to be a
and i thought about
how i always feel like there is a
crow stationed in my chest,
residing under my lungs like they are
an umbrella- it hums and
i think that i hate this bird for the way
it is pecking against my
heart in the vain hope of finding
spare typewriter keys. it puts the
fiction in my
blood; it keeps me
alive, and that is the worst thing it
so when someone asked
question, i said that being a writer is
very lonely, and it is very
sad, and that i would not choose any other
way of living.
Learning From KnocksLearning From Knocks:Learning From Knocks1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I used to be a fucking idiot!
I guess that's why some people never took me serious,
But I have learned from the truth that is hideous;
My only wish is that I wasn't so oblivious...
Because when I took a fall from my cloud,
I hit the solid ground, rose up to be pushed down,
Misery surround now.
I'm just fightin' this war,
Wagin' for my own crown,
Letter for letter,
So I can say I never backed down.
Facing adversity, my only adversary,
Is my own drive to make success a necessity.
From when I greet the morning until I say my goodnight.
I'll still be chasing after dreams until I walk in the light.
So for the patience and the people still readin' my works,
I can tell you I will never die, that's just a quirk.
I bet you'll see me comin' back like I'm raised from the dead,
And I will leave you with emotions that'll ring in your head!
- Chen Yuan Wen, 12th May 2014
~ Beginning of a new age
4/8i place a shell4/81 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
on your knee- it's
a silent plea
for you to ask me
why i'm looking at you like
and i would have told you
that it's because
i love you.
i would have told you
how i love
the way your hair curls
one massive cowlick and how i
love your one
dimple, the slope of
your nose and the
space where your
but you smiled and
slid it into your
pocket, which is okay
Female Shona Names:ZimbabweAkadzva SuccessFemale Shona Names:Zimbabwe6 years ago in Historical More Like This
Aizivaishe God knew
Anashe With God
Anatswanashe Perfected by God
Aneni God is with me
Anesu She is with us
Anesuishe God with us
Anodiwa Loved One
Anokosha She is important
Anoona God sees
Anotida We are loved
What You WantMaybe you want them to noticeWhat You Want2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Maybe you want them to see
Maybe you want them to care about
How you’re lost and lonely me.
Maybe you want them to ask
Maybe you want them to know
Maybe you want them to care about
How your happiness is a show.
Maybe you want them to quiet
Maybe you want them to listen
Maybe you want them to care about
How your blood does glisten.
Maybe you want them to leave you
Maybe you want them to die
Maybe you want them to care about
How your life’s just a lie.
Female Xhosa NamesMandisa SweetFemale Xhosa Names6 years ago in Historical More Like This
Nokoulunga Peaceful one, Tranquil one
Nontle Mother of Beauty
Nosizwe Mother of the Nation
Thabisa Bring joy
Vuyiswa Made happy
Make Me Forget Make Me ForgetMake Me Forget6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A hideous laughter filled the room of the Super Robot. The whole system had shut down, leaving the red emergency lights lining the walls. Dark shapes reflected off the shadowy brown metal wall. They lay like black heaps upon the metal floor, with scattered debris decorating them.
And this is to be the final end of the Hyper Force Long live Skeleton King! A familiar dark voice filled the room with pride. The crooked mouth grinned revealing pointed teeth which
untitled.there are days when i can'tuntitled.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
eat- i am full of
cheap cigarettes and words
i never got to
i have gone to the
planets. there is something
in my bones that tastes a lot like
stars- i broke them open and
saw everything i ever
wanted to, and that was what
destroyed me in the end.
if you were to take me
apart, i'm not sure what you would
find; i am a mess of
half finished sentences and
scars that have eaten their way
place between trees, space between seconds. red. that was what i saw. everywhere, and i smelled it, too. the air smelt red. but it was not a harsh red, more of a golden red, and it was soft.place between trees, space between seconds.1 year ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
there were trees above us. cedar trees, with their old pines beneath us and their fingers above us. it was not cold but it wasn't warm either. it was that euphoric in between- the most human temperature.
i told him that his eyes were a lot like the tree bark.
and i told him that his eyes were indeed poetic, but i didn't tell him that i had written about them. i can never do that.
we sat for a while, running our fingers through the pines. they were soft, almost like fur, but shiny, too. old and vanished, and we dug them up. buried our legs in them. i took my shoes off, let the soles of my feet hide in the pines. there was a breeze coming off the lake. i was silent, because the air and the cedar smell and his breathing made me f