Dog Days Act 1 .:DP:.Dog Days Act 1 .:DP:. in Fan Fiction More Like This
THE DOG DAYS OF SUMMER
A Danny Phantom ScriptFrenzy Script
CUE NORMAL DANNY PHANTOM MUSIC. SCREEN SHOWS AN IMAGE OF THE FLOODY WATERS SIGN. ZOOMS AND PANS OVER CHILDREN PLAYING IN A POOL, THEN SETTLES ON A SHOT OF SAM, DANNY, AND TUCKER SITTING BESIDE THE KIDDY POOL. SAM HIDES UNDER HER GOTHIC UMBRELLA AND WEARS A CAPE, TUCKER IS PLAYING WITH HIS PDA IN A WATERPROOF CASE, AND DANNY IS WEARING RED LIFEGUARD SHORTS.
I still can't believe you actually got a job.
Hey, I needed some sort of cash flow!
But being a lifeguard at the kiddy pool? Isn't that boring?
Not really. You should see all the ghosts that have attacked already.
CUT TO INSIDE OF DANNY'S EMPLOYEE LOCKER. SHOW THREE THERMOSES, ALL FLASHING 'FULL', ALONG WITH A MESS OF GHOST HUNTING EQUIPMENT AND OTHER THINGS. CUT BACK TO SCENE BY POOL.
Apparently getting a job gave the ghosts some sort of goal to shoot for. I've see
She Tries... Swedish MeatballsShe Tries... Swedish Meatballs in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Twistys fault. COMPLETELY.
My grandmother makes KILLER Swedish Meatballs. And, being *somewhat* Swedish (meaning actually Norwegian in my world), she usually claims that its a family recipe. A secret. Never been able to wrest the recipe from her claws.
Until now. I offered to teach her how to Skype in exchange for talking me through making them.
Being that its a secret family recipe, Ive decided to post the recipe here. With annotations that you should read, because theyre excerpts of my conversation with my grandmother, and theyre fun.
And, believe it or not, this recipes actually pretty easy. I suggest you try it.
Coris Family Swedish Meatballs
-2 slices of bread
-1/4 cup milk
-3 tablespoons of butter
-1/2 cup of chopped onion
-3/4 pound of ground chuck
-3/4 pound of ground pork
-2 large eggs
-1/4 cup flour
-3 cups of be
once there was this thingonce there was this thing and it went pumb in the night, waking me up so that all i could do was stare at the shadow-painted ceiling and wonder if i'd actually heard something or if it had all been in my head again, and trying to decide if that flicker of movement in the corner of my eye was the monster from my closet sneaking under my bed to swallow me whole before the grinning sun peaked over the horizon and stole the darkness from my mind butonce there was this thing in General Non-Fiction More Like This
thats silly because my closet doors are closed and the monster cant get out anymore to lean over me and breathe on the back of my neck and lworg in my ear when i'm trying to sleep so thats just one
of the silliest things i've ever heard theres no monster under my bed, right? but that doesnt stop me from wondering and thinking and then reaching over and flicking on the little light next to my pillow and peering under my bed, all the time trying to forget that something is bre
Confessions to a CorpseRoses are blue, violets are redConfessions to a Corpse in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Sugar's not sour and you are so dead!
I ran you over in the middle of the street
You tried to jump but you're not so light on your feet.
Your skull hit my windshield, bone cracked like an egg
I stepped on the gas and you lost a leg!
They found your left hand two blocks away
You're still missing a finger, but it'll show up. Someday.
"It was an accident, you jumped in front of me!
The sun was too bright! I was blinded I couldn't see!"
But I have to admit, if to no one but you
That story I told the cops? Your parents? It wasn't true.
I chased you five miles before we finally met
I left a trail of destruction and at least one squashed pet.
I loved the look of surprise when you died
How you'll never know why I killed you, how hard I tried.
I still smile when I remember that sunny, spring day
You hired me to kill a girlfriend, and you forgot to pay.
Her? I haven't touched a hair on her head
She paid me ten grand up front to make you d
Crossing the DistanceI despise accidents. I will freely admit that I loathe deliberate acts that hurt or oppress more, but there will forever be something about watching horrible things happen to good, undeserving people and not being able to help that rips at my heart in a way nothing else can. Much of my negativity relates to the fact that in most instances, I truly could have helped had I been there, but I never have been, and I never will be. Instead I can only observe the happenings on the world below from so very far away and mourn for what has already taken place.Crossing the Distance in General Fiction More Like This
Allow me to clarify: Light waves from the Earth will reach the moon in a little over one Earth second and then take one more to return; just under three seconds for a round trip. Those seconds, few though they may be, can and often do mean everything in a life-or-death situation.
My swift, unprepared magic cannot cross the distance in time, often arriving precious moments too late and too weakened by its travel over the gap between
Mistaken Relations*Note: Phantom Planet never happened.Mistaken Relations in Humor More Like This
The day started warm and bright that morning with a good promise of the coming spring and summer; perfect weather for Easter, in Danny's opinion. It was also the first Easter since gaining his ghost powers that he'd actually been able to sleep in. No evil ghost attacked him, the town or the world like they had for the past two years on this day, and as such, Danny had started to really enjoy his Easter Sunday.
Then one of his best friends, Tucker, showed up to drag Danny to the local park for some Easter Egg hunt. Apparently the prize for collecting the most eggs was some new tech he babbled off so fast that Danny couldn't catch it. Not that he cared to.
Somehow the African American boy managed to drag his not-so-willing friend down to the park. Surprisingly, they found several other teenagers there too, much to the displeasure of most of the younger children. Danny felt kind of bad for them having to compete with people like Tucker and Mikey. He d
The Man Who WaitedWARNING! SPOILERS FOR "ANGELS TAKE MANHATTAN"The Man Who Waited in Drama More Like This
I never stopped waiting for them. Somehow I knew, though. I knew when they didn't come back that that they wouldn't.
I remember the day I realized I would never see them again very clearly. It had been the fourth or fifth time I'd gone around, hoping to catch them when they got back this time. I noticed the figure pacing in front of the door anxiously almost immediately.
"Hello," I said carefully.
She looked up at me. It was a girlwell to me. She had to be in her early to mid thirties, with curly, blond hair and a very confident air about her, and she seemed terribly familiar, although to this day I cannot place why. Despite her assurance, she seemed rather distraught, but she hid it well, calming down almost as soon as she saw me and shooting me the biggest smile.
"Hello," she returned, but said nothing more. I remember