I hope you don't get....Oh I hope you doooon't get...I hope you don't get....10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Raped or beaten,
Slain or eaten,
Kicked while you are on the floor,
Or torn apart by dinosaurs,
Or gruesomely decapitated,
Stabbed with a rusty ice pick,
Digest a chunk of arsenic,
Have hammers crush your knees,
Choke on your favorite frisbee,
Fall on a spire,
Catch on fire,
Have all your ligiments ripped,
Or get shot or pistol-whipped,
Get stuck on island without food,
Have your arms and legs removed,
Find that you have been impaled,
Or get sent anthrax in the mail,
Get your hand stuck in a motor,
Hacked apart by 'copter rotors,
Lose an important knife fight,
Get injected with cyanide,
Fall in a revene, lose your spleen,
Or fall into a lava stream,
Get dismembered, crushed, or maimed,
Or hit by a bullet train,
Have your eyes gouged out by your own mom,
Or realize you're an active bomb,
Inhale lethal doses of confetti,
Or get assaulted by a yetti...
To be continued...
Roll the CreditsRoll the Credits11 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Far behind the velvet curtains, the lights were growing dim. Only a few small, hanging bulbs illuminated the various figures as they scurried to find their places on the stage. A few nerve-wrecked musicians remained backstage, facing a gritty mirror that had been worn and cracked by decades of dust (and, perhaps, the notes of Opera singers). A stage manager rushed by angrily, barking that they had five minutes left until the curtain rose.
One musician remained at the mirror, despite the warnings. He scowled as he tried to forcefully flatten his rowdy hair, only to have it flair up again. "Damn you..." he growled at the uncooperative strands. They failed to give in, though, so he finally gave up.
He felt the sudden urge to grasp his Holophonor, and he did so without any further prompting. He sighed as his hands twirled the instrument nervously, a movement he had no control over.
"Your replacements are much more special than you realize. You can do great things with these hand
Holidays of Future Past. Holidays of Future's PastHolidays of Future Past.3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Lisa was happy that her daughter Zia looked up to her, and was just as intelligent as she was at her age. She was worried that she would become a total party girl, and become hooked to the web. Christmas was over, it was passed midnight, and she walked to her car with her husband. They waved to her parents and brother; Bart decided to stay the night. The three of them drove off and headed for home, Lisa driving, Milhouse in the seat next to her, and Zia in the back.
Halfway there, the car began to have trouble. Lisa turned to see Milhouse asleep, his head leaning on the window. She looked back at Zia; she had fallen asleep on the back seats. Lisa pulled the car to the side of the road and got out of the car. She opened her hood and tried to find the problem with the car.
Mended Family"Leo "Mended Family4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Ever get the feeling that we're different than other kids?"
The blue haired thirteen-year-old looked up from his sandwich and stared at his brother. "Different as in how?" he asked.
Sparky stirred his yogurt around in circles with his spoon, never once looking up. "Well, for one thing, we seem to be eating lunch under the washroom sinks every other day," he mumbled.
Galileo blinked and then looked about. He had almost forgotten where they were until he saw the tiled floor and the stalls across from them. They were, in fact, sitting beneath the sinks in the boys' washrooms at their school, something he and Sparky did certain days of the week when trouble was around. It was not that they enjoyed doing so, of course not; more because it was the only place safe for them to be when bullies were around.
They had hardly grabbed their lunch bags when the noon bell rang. And while other students rushed to their places in the cafeteria, the two stepbrothers rushed int
Lisa's Choice Ch. 1(Edit: See Artist comments)Lisa's Choice Ch. 14 years ago in Drama More Like This
Lisa's Choice Chapter 1
A Simpsons Fanfic
Disclaimer: This is a bit "dark" and is more of a realistic take on the story set nine years in the future. This will also be Older Lisa x Sideshow Bob
Lisa opened the front door slowly, hoping to not draw her mother's attention. She peaked her head in and didn't see her. If she was lucky her mother wouldn't realize what time it was, and that she was home from school. A wind blew in through a window pulling the door shut with an audible thunk.
"Lisa? That you?"
She was in the kitchen; of course. Probably slaving away on some meal that her fat slob of a father wouldn't appreciate. Neither would her brother. Lisa shook her head, she didn't want to think about Bart right now.
"Yeah mom, it's me. Just going to study."
"Where is your brother?" Lisa had already started up the stairs, but paused to answer.
"He said he was going to hang with some friends." Footsteps exited the kitchen and headed towards her. Lisa cursed
MoexMaggie Her Wish Prt. 1MoexMaggie Her Wish Prt. 14 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Dad, why are you taking me to Moe's again...?"
An 20 year old Maggie Simpson was being dragged down the street by her father, who was obviously excited to go down to the bar he regularly visited. It was Maggie's birthday, and Marge had told Homer to give her a present.
"Your finally old enough to drink, Maggie. I took Lisa and Bart here when they were your age." Homer said with a soft smile, though Maggie felt annoyed. It was just another excuse for him to go and get drunk.
Once they entered the pub, the smell of cheap cigarettes and beer filled the air around them. Maggie stifled a cough as Homer sat down, patting a seat beside him welcomingly.
Maggie took a quick glance around and saw mostly older men she saw once in a while when Homer had parties at the house... or when she was walking down the streets and ran into them.
"Hey, Homer. Who's the chick?" Lenny said as he and Carl walked over, looking at Maggie.
"...Hey! That chick is my daughter Maggie!" Homer narrow
My Sonic Unleashed Story ch. 2Chapter 2My Sonic Unleashed Story ch. 26 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It was morning. Amy awoke with dreary eyes and glanced towards her digital alarm clock to notice that it was still quite a bit early. The time read 6:00 a.m. However, she knew that there would be no sense in going back to sleep since her dreams were filled with someone she'd rather not think about at the moment. A grim look came over her face as she rolled out of bed and headed towards her bathroom. Once in, she glanced at her reflection in the mirror and noticed her solemn expression, but then ignored it as she started to get ready.
When she had finished getting dressed and washed up, she headed downstairs towards her kitchen and started looking for something to eat. However, everything she glanced at didn't seem to satisfy her, so she decided to make some tea. While heating up the water in her tea kettle on the stove, she couldn't help but ponder on the many things that had been eating away at her for the past four days now. She just couldn't get the thought of Sonic
Itazu's past part 3Kasai-Itazu's past part 34 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Today is the day" I said to myself as I walked down the prison steps towards the playground. Me? I was Kasai, I had been brought to jail a long time ago as a baby. It was for killing my parents. As if I wanted to. But what can I do now? It's to late to turn back time. I was about 6 years old back then had long brown hair and deep blue eyes.
Today I was planning to escape this horrible place. I'd stolen some bombs form the defence room and was going to blow up a wall and run away. It was a perfect plan! Or so I fought
I got down to one of the smaller walls, I set down the bombs, and light them with m fire bending, I smiles brightly and run of knowing you have to take a distance, I hid as far a way as possible, but it wasn't far enough, I had misjudges the power of the bom
Has visto demasiado El Tigre..Has visto demasiado El Tigre..6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Has visto demasiado El Tigre cuando
1.- Enseñas a tu loro a decir "Viva pantalones"
2.- Siempre que tienes que escribir/decir el nombre de la ciudad en donde vives, contestas: Ciudad Milagro un lugar inmundo de crimen e infamia
3.- Les lanzas bolsas con mole a cualquier persona que te encuentres en la calle.
4.- Haces que tu papá use una máscara de luchador.
5.- Como a tu papá se le atoró la máscara, aprovechas para tomarle "prestadas" sus botas, solo para ver si con ellas corres más rápido.
6.- De la noche a la mañana, tienes una "ligera" obsesión por los churros.
7.- El tono de tu celular es: "La Cucaracha Punk"
8.- Tienes miedo a comer guacamole porque se podría apoderar de tu cuerpo y convertirte en un zombie de guacamole.
9.- Quieres de mascota un chupacabras.
10.- "La cucaracha" es la única canción que te sabes.
11.- Planeas con tu abuelito robar un banco, aunque tu abuelito no tenga ni idea de lo que es
Love and Confusion Chapter 12Love and Confusion Chapter 129 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
A Private Concert
625 climbed up to the sink and turned on the faucet, as the water ran down and out from the faucet. He put his hands in front of the water, while the water trickled down his palms. He yawned and drowsily began to splash water onto his face in hopes of waking himself up.
He opened his eyes and saw his reflection from the mirror in front of him. He looked scruffy and the fur on his face was damp. The expression on his face was unsure of. It was like he was hiding something deep within his eyes.
He still couldn't get Moody out of his mind not even that wonderful dream.
'' Best friend as an angel...'', 625 spoke softly, to himself.
He splashed more water upon his face and glanced at the mirror once more, that same expression still upon his face. His eyebrows made him looked worried and nervous, his eyes looked puzzled, they still had that unusual secret within them.
He sighed and spoke,'' I know that look; I'm not hiding anything...''
He turned his head down an
Love and Confusion Chapter 16Love and Confusion Chapter 169 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Looking For Love
Dargin, Scrap, and 625 walked down the sidewalk. 625 sighed, he wasn't sure if anything could make an impression on Moody ever since the fight. He looked over his shoulder to see Scrap behind him, a large smirk appeared on his face. Dargin muttered some incoherent tanalog words to himself before looking towards his two friends.
'' Well I think we should walk down to my house first. there is something that every love-struck guy should wear.''
625 shook his head,'' I told you I'm not love-struck or anything. By The way, when did you get a house?''
'' I live by the beach. it's nice living nearby it.''
'' Don't you worry about large waves, and other stuff?''
'' Nah! Come on you guys!''
It wasn't long until they approached a small house, that was nearby the beach. 625 hopped once he started walking on the sun heated sand that burned his feet. Scrap did the same as well. Dargin walked on the sand easily and without any movement of discomfort from the heat, while h
Love and Confusion Chapter 13Love and Confusion Chapter 139 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
625 walked into the kitchen and beside him was Moody. He looked into her eyes before putting his head down. Moody frowned when he put his head down, also her ears drooped down. 625 glanced down at his saxophone and looked at the shiny surface. He could see the same expression on his face that he was looking at through the mirror a bit earlier. The worrisome expression never seemed to vanish from his eyes, and he was surprised that Moody didn't ask him about that.
'' I'll be back in a bit, I need to put my saxophone away...'', he spoke.
'' Okay. I'll see you in the kitchen and I'll get the supplies.''
While 625 went up the elevator Moody walked inside the kitchen. She wondered about that look in 625's face. Although she thought that he didn't know about his worrisome expression didn't mean that she could sense his sudden change in attitude. She was wondering what was he thinking at that moment.
She looked at her belly and could see that it was a faded light pink col
Love and Confusion Chapter 11Love and Confusion Chapter 119 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Something slid to the side of the closet, from a small shifting of weight. A light tap could be heard from outside of this crowded room. A small opening of the door allowed some light to enter through into the cramped place. A creature opened his eyes, still in his sleep like trance to see what he knocked over.
He rested on top of a soft towel that was piled up in the corner of the place. The room was very dark, and very small, but he has slept in a closet before and quickly made himself comfortable despite the cramped up conditions. He slightly opened his eyes to see that he knocked over a mop, and the handle was slanted over the slight crack by the door.
The creature was 625, and he curled up back into the towel to get some more sleep. The bright daylight prevented him to sleep easily that he took shelter on the darkest place he could find, even though it was the smallest.
625 smacked his lips and drifted off to sleep again, as he curled himself up comfortab
Love and Confusion Chapter 19Love and Confusion Chapter 199 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It Can't Be Love
The clouds in the sky began to clear, revealing a glowing golden yellow moon up in the navy blue sky. A light breeze blew across the land. The moonlight glowed through a window as it shone down upon two creatures that rested on a red sofa.
The fluffy white experiment Moody was curled up beside 625's back, her antennae lazily hung over her head, as she sucked on her thumb like an innocent child. The blue hawaiian shirt was still being worn, but over her body was the red hawaiian shirt that 625 was wearing, which was now being used as a blanket.
Moody squirmed around for a bit to make herself comfortable and nuzzling closely to 625. The dozy sandwich maker yawned as he let his tongue partially hang out of his mouth. The hula dancing that they've done all night has exhausted them. 625's nose wiggled while he moved his arms to his head and exhaled.
Moody unknowingly grinned in her sleep. The dream she was having was very comforting. She sleepily got her hand awa
Leroy's Group ProfilesLeroy's Group Profiles8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The following are profiles for four characters from "Kekoa & Rascal", which takes place 11-12 years after "Leroy & Stitch".
Leroy (referring to the original only) was Dr. Hämsterviel's second-in-command and leader of the Leroy clone army in "Kekoa & Rascal". He is the primary antagonist of "Kekoa & Rascal: The Series".
Leroy was still bitter about being defeated by his non-evil twin and winding up in prison at the end of "Leroy & Stitch", so when Hämsterviel and the Leroys were put on parole for good behavior at the beginning of "Kekoa & Rascal", Leroy was disappointed to that Hämsterviel didn't feel like seeking revenge and decided to retire to his timeshare planet instead. Nothing Leroy said would convince the doctor to do anything, until Kekoa and Rascal showed up uninvited and drove Hämsterviel insane.
When Hämsterviel snapped and activated his time-halting machine in order to erase the entire cosmos from ever existing, Leroy was aware that Stitch's group wou
BxB- Let you Know"Are you not hearing me?"BxB- Let you Know5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Buford blinked. Of course he wasn't. That warm scented mix of cooking spices and patchouli never seemed to keep him focused for very long. Not that his focus was known for sticking around.
"Yeah," Buford grunted, startled but defensive.
Baljeet leaned over his bed, one palm pressed hard onto his satchel, attempting in vain to keep in the over flow of spirals, folders, and work books. Expectantly, he held out his other hand to Buford. The bully did nothing but continue to stand by the bedroom door and stare.
And though Buford seemed all too fine with ogling the other boy, Baljeet could look anywhere but.
The nerd was more surprised than anything that Buford even showed up this morning. There had been a silent but clear agreement the afternoon before to never speak of it again, and Baljeet expected at least three or more days of distance before they could do anything together again.
And for some reason, the fact that Buford got over it so easily frustrated him.
The Clone: Chapter OneChapter One: Da Booshibu?The Clone: Chapter One8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
As the elevator reached the dome that was Lilo and Stitch's bedroom, the girl riding it gasped in horror. Scrump, the doll she'd loved and cherished for years and years, was gone. Trying not to panic, she looked around wildly for the doll. Nothing. The girl could only think of one reason for Scrump to be gone, and it wasn't a pleasant one. Hoping desperately that she was wrong, the girl realized that her dog must have done something to it. And since the dog had been acting up lately, destroying things that weren't his to destroy, the possibility that Scrump was still intact looked small.
"Stitch!" the girl cried. "C'mere!"
The strange-looking blue "dog" that was Stitch came scrambling up to the dome. "Lilo?"
"Have you seen Scrump? She's gone," Lilo replied helplessly.
Stitch shook his head. "Naga." He sniffed the
The Story of Sparky--Chapter 3The Story of Sparky--Chapter 39 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Chapter Three: A new experiment
All night, and all of the next day, the experiments were forbidden from entering Jumba's lab. "I am needing complete concentration," he told Bandit exasperatedly, when she attempted to break in for about the fiftieth time. "I have never been having to make an experiment so fast before."
"Wait—this Electra's gonna be a girl, right?" she inquired.
"Why is it mattering?" Jumba asked, returning to his work.
"'Cause Electra's a girl's name o' course!"
Jumba sighed. "1-4-9, please be leaving Jumba alone."
"Who's 1-4-9?" teased Bandit.
Jumba sighed again. "Evil genius Jumba is almost giving up," he said. "Bandit, be leaving now."
"All right, all right! Sheesh," Bandit muttered, and left Jumba alone with his work.
"Makata gigibee…," said Jumba, which means "checked wiring" in Kweltikwan. "Makata experiment parts…. Makata to make experiment female for 1-4-9.…"
Life Lessons of Video Games1. You need to eat a lot of mushrooms to grow big and strongLife Lessons of Video Games7 years ago in Humor More Like This
2. Theres no problem that cant be solved by spinning really, really fast
3. The more people you kill the more popular you are
4. If things dont go your way you can shoot the hell out of them
5. Life should come with a Pause button
6. Credit for all your hard work will always be given to the crazed talking animals
7. Mildly unattractive people are Evil!
8. Royalty is incapable of cleaning up its own messes because theyre a bunch of stupid, lazy twats, which is why they send you to do it for them.
9. Swords, Guns and ammo dont need to be bought because youll find them lying on the ground as you walk around
10. Nobody really dies, you just need to go back to the start and begin again.
11. Never use the front door of a building. Jump to the roof and crash through a window.
12. You should be able to jump really, really high without trouble.
13. There is ALWAYS an unexpected enemy
37: TSMM - ProlougeOn a calm winter night, a small figure was sitting in the darkness of his bedroom, a pink chenille blanket tightly wrapped around his small body and a tape recorder in his stubby hand. As the moon shone a single silvery pillar of light into his room, he switched the tape recorder on, and pressed the red Record button. He took a deep breath, and began to speak:37: TSMM - Prolouge6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Its been six years
Six long years since the most horrific events at Smash Manor occurred
And yet, I still feel like Im next
Im Kirby, a pink puffball who lives in distant Dreamland on Planet Popstar. I am the lone survivor of the massacre known as 37: The Smash Manor Murders.
It was the massacre that snatched away all my friends
The massacre that leaves me in fear to this day
The massacre that, under Nintendo Law, should never ever be spoken of
Ive kept it locked up inside for the longest time but I wont feel safe until I know someone el
yaoi rant, re-written and fixed.-OK, first;yaoi rant, re-written and fixed.4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I will have to apologize for my horrible english, since it's not my first language. But I have fixed a lot of the mistakes, and got a little better perspective of things, instead of just blaming the fangirls all the time, like I did before. I hope you can see I've gotten a little more mature, than what I used to be for two years ago.
Second, I really do not mind yaoi at all, I can actually enjoy it to some extent, but there is many things that bothers me about it...
And warning, I will probably seem a bit hypocritical in this speech.
I don't like yaoi because;
1.) The main character gets raped only to fall in love with their rapist.
That is something I don't get. And why do people like it?
I get it's a common sexual fantasy for a lot of people, it's ok as long as it's all up in your head, but still it bothers me a lot when it starts to get fetishtized like it gets.
And why not think of people that has been raped in the process? I myself know someone in my family who has bee
LaS MSTing - Happy EndingLaS MSTing - Happy Ending8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
*The sillouettes of Reuben, Sketch and 627, respectively, make their way into their seats in the theatre*
Reuben: So what do we have to test our "mental withstanding strength" with this weekend?
Sketch: This angst piece called So much for my happy ending...
627: ... Song fic?
Reuben: Nuuuu! Ya' think?
>It was a Saturday and Lilo was waching Angel and Stitch play together outside.
Sketch: Okaaay, typo by the first sentence; that's not a good sign.
Reuben: What? I almost didn't see that typo. Man, you got, like, Grammar wired into your programming, don'cha?
Sketch: ...*mumbling* Yeah, so what if I do? >>;
>when stitch asked her out she was so happy...
All: ... WHAH?!
Sketch: Aw, man, another L/S! And the grammar just continues to worsen! >___
Love and Confusion Chapter 6Love and Confusion Chapter 69 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Wake up 625!
Moody stood outside the front of the ship after the trip that she had from the supermarket. The automatic door opened as she walked inside. The light taps from her feet echoed when she came inside. Everything was quiet. Moody wondered what happened to Gantu and 625.
The ship's door began to close and ended with light 'whoosh' sounds. She walked ahead and saw that Gantu was sleeping on a small red beanbag chair. He wasn't snoring and slept peacefully. Moody smiled at the calm sight. Gantu looked very peaceful when he was asleep, compared to his hotheaded attitude he sometimes gets.
She walked towards the kitchen and placed the groceries onto the table, and after the paper bag stopped crumpling, she began to hear soft whimpers. Moody perked up her ears and swiveled them around to pick up the tiny noise that caught her attention.
She walked out of the kitchen and heard that the nose was louder, as it echoed throughout the ship. She looked up towards the elevator and
Character Creation TutorialCharacter creation is one of the most enjoyable aspects of being an artist or writer. This is where creativity can truly thrive as a person's imagination shines at its brightest as they form an image of a character that they find special. No matter what kind of art interests a person, characters tend to bring the depth needed to hook the viewer is looking for so that they can focus on the visual or literary piece.Character Creation Tutorial6 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Anyone can create at least one character if they put their mind to it. This tutorial will assist you in setting up your own character(s) that you may enjoy for as long as you wish.
Why make a character?
As previously stated, a character serves high importance in creating a memorable piece of art. Of course, this is not always the case, but that varies depending on the genre that you, the artist or writer, specialize in. Character creation is also an effective way to keep the creative juices in the brain flowing as