Questioning the CoachmanBoys never changed. No matter the year or location, they were always the same. There were always boys who refused to learn. At best, their parents or guardians would have no choice but to put them work, usually against their will. Some would end up on the streets, others in jail. Then, there were the boys that simply disappeared one day.Questioning the Coachman in Short Stories More Like This
The Coachman watched over the park from his office. He witnessed a chaotic party, a celebration of inhibition, temptation and anarchy. There were no adults to tell these boys what they couldn't do. It was the perfect lure for the stupid boys.
He smiled as he lit up a cigar. By the time the night was over, they wouldn't be boys anymore. The cries of joys he heard would soon become cries of desperation and then brays. They were sounds The Coachman looked forward to hearing.
The sound of the door opening behind him broke him out of his thoughts. Who would dare interrupt him?
He turned to see a boy dressed in light blue sweater, brown slacks -- no, somethi
So you can talk huh? Chapter 5.Alexander had never been more frightened nor had he ever felt more helpless in his life then he felt now.So you can talk huh? Chapter 5. in General Fiction More Like This
Even turning into a donkey wasn't nearly as frightening as this.
The monstrous whale continued its assault on the boat. The sight of it smashing itself against the boat as it let lose deafening bellows was a terrifying sight that had Alexander almost convinced that they'd somehow encountered a slice of Hell itself.
He could only watch with horror on his face as the boat leaned enough that it was getting close to capsizing.
The fire was spreading, chocking much of the ship with black smoke.
Alexander looked at Bobby, who was still unconscious.
Bobby wasn't moving. A gaze at his flank showed that he was still breathing.
Alexander nudged Bobby and licked his face in an attempt to wake him up.
"Come on, Bobby wake up," Alexander cried.
His upset was enough for his control to slip enough to allow a few brays to escape his lips.
"No, please, not now," Alexander said.
"I don't want to run
So you can talk huh? Ch1Pleasure Island was an island paradise that promised everything. People said it to be a place without rules or adults telling him what not to do. There was no work or school, only fun and pleasure. You could do whatever you wanted, even things adults forbade like drinking beer or smoking cigars. The best part was that it was all free.So you can talk huh? Ch1 in General Fiction More Like This
It felt like a dream come true.
14-year-old Bobby was amoung the many boys on the ferry to the island.
Most of them spoke of the things they planned on doing on the island.
The younger boys spoke of indulging in junk food, going on rides and playing games. It was innocent stuff. Their enthusiasm seemed odd until Bobby remembered that most of them likely never got to do these things and had to be good, perfect little boys all of the time. The chance to let go and spend even just one night being out of control must have been impossible to resist.
Bobby had been more then happy to say accept the offer. His family didn't have much money and the cha
A Donkey in Human clothing C2Hours passed by at an agonizing rate before a buyer approached Lampwick's and Stevie's crate to make an offer.A Donkey in Human clothing C2 in Fan Fiction More Like This
You ask a hefty price sir, the man said. I hope these donkeys are worth it.
They are my friend, the Coachman said.
The man nodded. Excellent, we have a lot of work to do on the farm. I have three donkeys but could use two more jacks. These two will make things go much faster.
Lampwick felt a sense of doom. The Coachman opened the crate. Lampwick considered running and assumed Stevie was as well. The man put harnesses on both of them.
Dont run, it wont do us any good, Lampwick said. We need to accept that were gonna be this way until we find help. Theyll just send someone to catch us even if we escape.
Please mister, hes really a bad guy thats turning boys into donkeys, Stevie said.
They dont understand you Stevie, Lampwick said.
So you can talk huh? Chapter 4.Freedom isn't free.So you can talk huh? Chapter 4. in General Fiction More Like This
Those words echoed in Bobby's mind even as fleeting regrets over fleeing plagued him. They'd been swimming for hours. The sun growing higher in the sky confirmed it. This was a lot harder then he thought it was going to be.
Freedom isn't free.
Staying would have left their futures in the Coachman's hands. That was a route as risky as what they were doing.
Bobby wondered more then once if they were in denial. Seeing themselves as strange looking boys was easy. He wanted to believe that people would accept them as such. The reality however was different.
Ill-gotten as their donkey forms were, they were still donkeys. Existing as donkeys from this point forward was a possibility they were facing.
Being a donkey had some advantages. Their fur provided them protection from the cold. It was a small advantage but Bobby was willing to take anything life offered at this point.
Things however, were about to take a turn for the more dangerous.
The darkening sky and
Questioning the DealIt was a warm spring night with a slightly cool breeze blowing.Questioning the Deal in Short Stories More Like This
People talked as they mingled and browsed shops still open. The occasional whistle from a steamboat setting out on a journey to who knows where echoed through the town.
A pair of donkeys pulled a cart filled with kegs and other boxes. A slight clanging of glass betrayed their contents. It headed away from a darkened building a short distance away. She watched the cart pass by, watching the donkeys and wondering. She noted that their bellies seemed a decent size and they seemed content. Maybe they were former boys, maybe they weren't. She couldn't get close enough to tell. Even if they were, at least these two seemed to be happy.
She knew she needed to focus on her target. There were many other boysdonkeys that weren't so lucky.
As she entered the pub, the mostly clean air gave way to a smoke filled, dark environment. It was hard to see in here and she coughed from the smoke before waving her hand in front of her face
A Donkey in Human clothing C5The journey back to town was strenuous. Stevie was nervous and tired. Lampwick allowed Stevie to ride him back to town. Lampwicks larger size and increased strength were more then enough to let him handle Stevies weight.A Donkey in Human clothing C5 in Fan Fiction More Like This
Stevie was still coming to grips with regaining his humanity. His stubbornness, an ironic trait perhaps aided by being a donkey had kept Stevie thinking of himself as a boy even when he was a donkey. To Stevie, his donkey form was a costume the Fairy had helped Stevie to remove.
Some would feel bad at never completely letting go and allowing themselves to give in. It was Stevies stubbornness that in effect saved him from truly being a donkey for long enough for Lampwick to make his plea.
However, it had also been eight months since Stevie and Lampwick had spent that fateful night on the island. Stubbornness or not, living as a donkey for those months was not without emotional consequence for Stevie.
Wearing clothes felt strange. Stevie felt itchy and
So you can talk huh? Ch3In one hour, the man would return. He'd demanded that they'd all be braying by the time he returned. Bobby didn't understand how the man could make this demand. It was not as though Bobby could simply decide that he wanted to finish changing into a donkey and at that point, he'd begin braying and wouldn't stop.So you can talk huh? Ch3 in General Fiction More Like This
Even if this would work, Bobby wasn't willing to try it given the risk. He and the others had decided to fake bray. It seemed the only viable option.
While he hated being in this situation, he couldn't help but realize that many would say he and the others deserved this.
Bobby wondered if there was any truth to that.
Yes, they should have known better then to fall for the Coachman's trap.
Yes, they did things boys shouldn't do.
Yes, they all should have followed their conscience whenor at least ifit told them that this was wrong.
Bobby knew how easy it was to feel that their forms fit the mentality that brought them to the island and that this was poetic justice. The
A Donkey in Human clothing C4There were so many donkeys; so many boys fooled by the Coachman. What Lampwick saw before him was only the beginning. Countless other donkeys that used to be boys were still out there. That for some it could be too late and that any humanity theyd retained had long since vanished saddened Lampwick.A Donkey in Human clothing C4 in Fan Fiction More Like This
The donkeys before Lampwick werent changing back into boys. However, amidst the brays, Lampwick heard a few words that soon grew into several words and expanded.
The words were a beacon in a world shrouded by fog.
How do we help them? Does this mean that Stevie is still a donkey? Lampwick asked.
It will take time. My people and I need to change them all back but there is an issue, The Fairy said. It will only work on those that are human in spirit. The lifting of the curse will allow their brays to become words once again. However some might not have the will to speak.
Lampwick looked at the donkeys. The Coachmans words rang in Lampwick
A Donkey in Human clothing ch1The shock of his sudden and unexpected transformation into a donkey overwhelmed Lampwick and sent him into a panic. How was this possible? Why did they do this? Was there a way out? Lampwick didnt care where the other boys had gone, he just wanted to reverse this and get out of there. He ran out of the pool hall with no destination. At that moment, the panic was all he knew.A Donkey in Human clothing ch1 in Fan Fiction More Like This
Fatigue soon stopped Lampwick. His mind cleared. He noticed his surroundings.
Much of the park was in ruins. Hed normally laugh about the wild party that happened there. There was no longer anything to laugh about.
Lampwick walked by a puddle. It reflected a donkey him. He wanted to cry.
He decided to find the man that brought him here. In Lampwicks mind, no one would change a boy into a donkey and keep them that way. This was a mistake; it had to be.
Lampwick felt a slight breeze as he walked. The air across his body reminded him of his nudity. It was more then the lack of clothing that bo
Random Musings...When the wind blows, and when water flows,Random Musings... in Free Verse More Like This
The days pass by as we live with the highs and suffer the lows.
Time in the essence, the joy of the presence, meek is the innocence,
Our naivety is our undoing, but, to us, does it make sense?
Growing older, our universal truth, is our common fate.
We try to ignore time as we persist, but no matter, time's passage always exists.
Prideful and no courtesy to others because our time is so short.
A means to an end is the excuse, don't take my word for it. The world's the proof.
The Simpsons Tree House of Horror XX (Act 1)The Simpsons Tree House of Horror XX, Act 1The Simpsons Tree House of Horror XX (Act 1) in Comedy More Like This
This is a fan fiction I wrote back in 2009.
SCENE: AUTOPSY ROOM. HOMER'S STANDING IN A WHITE LAB COAT ADDRESSING THE AUDIENCE.
Hello all you crazy fans in TV wonderland! As you can see, I'm standing in an autopsy room surrounded by dead bodies. To my left, Bart is helping me push the gurneys around to make room for the technical equipment that'll I'll have him haul in next.
CUT TO BART WHO'S REALLY PALE AND LOOKING EXTREMELY TIMID.
D-Dad...I wanna go home. This place is s-scaring me and I think the cooler in back just broke down...
You see? Taking children to the morgue is like taking them to summer camp, they want to go so much, but when they get there, they want to go home.
BART: (slightly shivering in fear)
But Dad, I didn't want to come here at ALL and why are we even here?
You see, Bart, Fox promised me a spin off where I play a coroner who has a sidekick named Mindy and we solve m
What Binds Us?What Binds Us?What Binds Us? in Concrete Poetry More Like This
What binds us?
Is it glue in our souls?
Is it the push to move forward?
Is it the the weight of the world?
The world we cannot control,
Yet the one that controls us?
Is it love?
Is it lust?
Is it loyalty?
Or, is it trust?
Is it attraction?
Is it repulsion?
Conflict that divides us
Only to unite us?
The love of money
Or, the love chance?
The love of god?
Or, the joy of ignorance?
Serendipitousness, delightfulness, compromises the wholesomeness
In which is, or may be, the core of atractiveness.
Internal to external, soft to hard, hard to soft,
Like feathers, grinding, binding, winding, intertwining
With joyful prose, conducting, prodcuting, love,...simple love.
From above? Below? Could be, I don't know.
Or, is it love?
Pure like a dove?
Soft and tranquil or hard to be respectful?
Is attractivness, needy? Greedy? Possibly even Seedy?
But to know attractivness
Is to court restlessness,
No control leads to foolishness.
Foolishness, leads to loneliness.
Tree House of Horror, ACT 3 (2009)OPENING SCENE -- BART IS ALONE IN THE MORGUE ADDRESSING THE CAMERA.Tree House of Horror, ACT 3 (2009) in Comedy More Like This
"ahem"...Since my father and sister decided to play a prank on me, I've decided to get even--*I* was the one who got Homer's spinoff canceled! How? Let's just say I have a lot more power at Fox than Homer will ever have! (laughs evily) Now, it's time for the pilot episode, of MY spinoff...heh, heh, heh...
THE TITLE "Morgue and Mindy" HAS A LINE THROUGH IT AND WE SEE THE TITLE OF THE NEXT SHORT IN FLAMING LETTERS WHICH READS: "King of the Hell".
THE FAMILY IS SEATED ON THE COUCH AND EVERYONE, BESIDES LISA, IS ENJOYING SOME FRIED CHICKEN WHILE WATCHING TV.
CUT TO TV SCREEN WHERE A SLUTTY, `20YR OLD IS DRESSED IN A PINK HALTER TOP AND "GREEN DAISY DUKES" STYLE SHORTS.
Mom, I've only been with four guys and I'm not even a junior yet in high school! I'm practically a virgin!
Viki, never underestimate the power of positive thinking! And besides, prom is coming up, so don't forget those boxes of condoms. I'm
Tree House of Horror XX, ACT 2 (2009 fan fic)BEGIN ACT 2.Tree House of Horror XX, ACT 2 (2009 fan fic) in Comedy More Like This
SCENE: The Morgue.
HOMER IS AGAIN FACING THE CAMERA, BUT THIS TIME HE HAS VERY UPSET LOOK ON HIS FACE.
It appears my spinoff has been cancelled even before it was suppose to air after our wonderful Halloween special. The bastards at 20th Century Fox really have their heads up their--
HOMER IS INTERUPTED BY A TEST-PATTERN SCREEN AND A CONTINUED 'EEEEEEEE' SOUND WHEN SUDDENLY IT STOPS LEAVING LISA TO ADDRESS THE AUDIENCE.
Well, Fox would like to apologize for my Father's behvavior. In the meantime, it's my turn to shine in our next story...starring me, Lisa Simpson (under her breath) who should get her own show.
ANOTHER TEST PATTER APPEARS, BUT THIS ONE IS RIDDLED WITH STATIC AND A MESSED UP HORIZONTAL ALIGNMENT. SUDDENLY IT GOES TO BLACK AND IS REPLACED WITH A SIMPSONIZED VERSION OF JIGSAW FROM THE MOVIE "SAW". THE TITLE "SEE SAW" APPEAR.
CUT TO KEARNY AS HE'S LYING ON HIS BACK. HIS ARMS AND LEGS ARE TIED TO THE CORNERS OF A LARGE METAL TABLE MAKING L
1Season 1, ep 01: "Evolution"1 in Comedy More Like This
Friday morning: 5:33 a.m.
As Bart awakens to his 3 kids jumping up and down on him, he wearily gets out of bed and gets ready for another crappy day at the KBXL business office; Lisa wakes up in her tiny studio apartment with her man of the evening beside her in bed; Maggie and her husband Milhouse are already on at 5:45 hosting their workout/talk show "Springfield Fit Club" (Rule number one about Fit Club--it's okay to talk about FIT CLUB!) ; Eric's still sleeping as Felecia brings him breakfast in bed but half-ignores her as she sets the bed tray down next to him.
Bart arrives at work with his ID badge which reads "Bart Simpson: Assistant Director of Programming" and proceeds to be hounded by his 20yr old d-bag boss, Ivan (aka Ivan the Unbearable). Wearily, he goes about his day by sorting out corporate's emails when a stumbles upon a request for a job opening in Capital City, but Ivan warns him the job has already been filled, but Bart
2EPISODE 2: "Unfullfilled Circle"2 in Comedy More Like This
The episode begins where we see a nervous Lisa, Maggie and Milhouse talking to two police officers regarding the disappearance of Hattie Simpson (Bart’s Daughter) and Aaron Van Houten (Maggie’s son). The scene cuts to Hattie and Aaron as they’re sitting at a park outside of large tent where a few dozen photographers are positioned by a makeshift fashion runway as women and men stroll by.
Felecia, who is taking pictures of Eric, is snapping photographs of her husband as he’s modeling a business suit when her cellphone buzzes with an amber alert. Letting out a gasp, she reads it’s Hattie and Aaron who are missing and runs up onto the runaway to get grab Eric’s arm and drags him off into the crowd. Annoyed, Eric listens as Felecia shows him the alert. Just a few yards away, Aaron and Hattie are trying to see the models when they notice Eric and Felecia depart the crowd. Excited, they run up
My Heart Needs a Tailor. (song lyrics)My Heart needs a Tailor.My Heart Needs a Tailor. (song lyrics) in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Oh, so you left me, you hung me out to dry.
My heart was bleeding, kept asking myself "why"
So, I was about to let it go, till I heard about our romance...
ON THE RADIO!!!
Yeah, my heart needs a tailor, like another hole in my head.
I cuss like a sailor, it's what the #*$*$ I just said.
You made three CD's about romance that's all gone to hell.
You're too much of redneck to know when to kiss and not tell...
After three months of dating, you told me about those other guys.
You acted like they were just ghosts from your distant, past lives.
Oh, there was Bobby and he was so rude,
you couldn't get over..how he left you for a dude.
Then there was Steven, oh sure loved his weed.
More than you is just how it seemed.
So it was his car that you joyfully key'd.
Oh, my heart needs a tailor, like another hole in my head.
I cuss like a sailor,it's what the #*#$ I just said.
You've made mint off selling your stories your ex's had left
My HeartMy heart,My Heart in Free Verse More Like This
It's like a lone-wolf living in the desert.
Living in seclusion, only coming out at night,
As the rest of the world sleeps.
Howling at a three-quarters moon, blanketed in the purple nighttime sky,
The howl travels, echos and fades into the night.
It is but the only sound,
Even the insects seem quiet tonight.
Again, and again, the howl repeats,
Filling the canyons with a solemn dirge
To some, the sound is scary, the encroaching death.
To others, it's a sound of camaraderie, respect.
Like the wolf, the heart seeks belonging, it's place.
So, the wolf, like the heart cries out one last time.
But for me, no one answers back.
The Simpsons: Evolution prologue"The Simpsons: Evolution" Prologue.The Simpsons: Evolution prologue in Comedy More Like This
Before we begin, for many people who have been aware of my spin off "Maggie and Eric" it should be noted my goal in the M&E universe was to show the Simpsons's family--with Homer and Marge still the primary parents--barely more than a decade beyond the scope of the original Simpson series. Beyond that, the most substantial addition to Springfield, obviously, was Eric Simpson, the child that proved Homer wasn't as sterile as he hoped and with Bart and Lisa just old enough to be out in the world, M&E was series that represented the state of constant change. Featuring Homer and Marge in their late 40's; Bart and Lisa in their early 20's; and Maggie and Eric in the early teen/pre-teen phase, M&E was about being at the turning points of each specific generation. It was a tale of life on the edge of 'tomorrow.'
And now that time has passed. Twenty-four years after the OS, the Simpsons's family lives are all new, again.
Bow Out 3Standing in his doorway, her arms crossed, eyes narrowed into enraged slits, and still wearing her gore-encrusted armor, weapons included, was the most beautiful and terrifying sight that Felix had ever seen in his thirty-three years of life: his very angry wife.Bow Out 3 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“Tamora,” Felix yelped as he tumbled from the bed, his head smacking the edge of the table as he fell. Shooting back up, shaking himself in an attempt to get rid of the pain, it was with wide eyes that he focused on the one woman that he never again thought he would see, one that was now standing in the doorway as she gave him the worse glare that she could muster. “Wha-what are you doing here?”
“I’m here,” Tamora Calhoun said in a deadly whisper that he could just barely hear, “because a coward wouldn’t tell me to my face that he wanted out.” Uncrossing her arms, Tamora raised her hand to show that she was holding a stack of papers, the edges wrinkled and torn to sho
Bow Out 4Hours later, the moment the slight sound of a quiet whimper awoke him in the middle of the night, Felix knew exactly what he had to do.Bow Out 4 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Stretching to his full height to work out the kinks that had appeared in his back while he slept, it was with soft but hurried movements that he slid off the couch, a repeat of the sound from before confirming that it had not been a product of his sleep-addled imagination. Scurrying across the room, careful to avoid the many unsuspecting traps that Tamora had insisted they add to their home in case of a break in, a feature she had gotten her way with despite his assurances that no one would ever even think of entering without their permission, it was only a few moments later that he was pushing open the door to their bedroom, his eyes finding his wife’s form even in the total darkness.
A wince crossed his face as she whimpered for the third time, her stillness telling him just how bad the dream actually was.
On a normal night, when her nightmares
PicturesFix-It Felix Jr. was a man who could say that he loved his life.Pictures in Short Stories More Like This
From the moment he awoke to the moment he slept, he could always be found with a smile on his face, kind words for his friends and neighbors, and a helping hand (or healing hammer) if that was what the situation called for. He was a popular and well-known figure in the arcade, and for those who had found themselves in some sort of trouble, he was the man they went to. For, even if he himself could not help, he always knew someone who could fix it for them. Even when he died at the hands of his brother, a well thrown brick from Ralph or an unseen duck catching him unaware, he still enjoyed his job, if just for the fact that it kept the players entertained.
Yes, Fix-It Felix Jr., the hero of the game Fix-It Felix, Jr., loved his almost perfect life.
However, every single day, he could not wait for the final call from the owner that the arcade was going to be closing, thus meaning that this would be the last play of the day.
OldIt was Felix who carried their glasses of sweet iced tea to where Tamora sat on their front porch, watching as the little city that had grown in Fix-It Felix, Jr. went about its day. Her hands were buried into Puffball’s fur, her head tilted to rest against the pillar behind her as she observed their friends and neighbors with half closed eyes. To those characters it looked a peaceful scene, the couple people-watching to pass the Saturday afternoon.Old in Short Stories More Like This
None of them heard Felix’s knees pop and creak with every step that he took, his almost seventy years of hopping for a living having finally taken its toll. None of them knew that the only reason Tamora was clutching her dog so tightly was to hide the fact that, without a gun in them, she could no longer keep her hands steady. Although her coding was only forty years old, it was more complex than her eight-bit husband’s, and had begun to deteriorate earlier than his had. A constant tremble was her reward for being humanity
Card Game“Felix.”Card Game in Short Stories More Like This
A chill went down the handyman’s spine as he turned his head to face the Nicelander, Gene’s voice soft and deceptively gentle as the shorter man called his name. Watching as the mayor reordered the papers that were half covering his face, Felix nodded in return, trying to avoid meeting his lidded gaze as he did so.
He could feel the others stares on him as well, the concern and worry clear within their eye as they waited for the sentence to end. This was it; with a single choice, Gene could end it all. Shifting in his seat, glancing at the golden tool that sat on the center of the table before them with a frown, the tension rose as a smirk appeared on his enemy’s face, his mustache curling in twisted delight as he made his decision. This was it; either way, it was over.
“Have any sixes?”
“Sorry, friend, but I’m afraid that’s a no. Go fish.” Relief flooded the penthouse as a slightly
Reunion“So, Fix-It, tell me again why it is we’re going to your ten year reunion two years late?”Reunion in Short Stories More Like This
Glaring at the face that glowered back from the mirror, Tamora could not help the almost whining question as she tried, once again, to tame her hair. Running her brush through it for what must have been the tenth time in the last few minutes, she bit back a groan as it flopped back over her eyes, her bangs refusing to leave their normal duty of covering her face. Normally, if she had a bit a time and some bobby pins, she could beat it into something seemingly decent, at least something that would be appropriate for this kind of event. Time she had had enough of, for ever since Felix had received the invitation almost a week and a half ago, the reunion had been the only thing he had talked about, regaling her with tales of the friends he had made and how much fun he had had during those four years. However, ever since a certain racing-obsessed nine-year-old had entered the
NumerousIn the first, she was dead.Numerous in Short Stories More Like This
It was a well-known fact at Barry’s Barn that, if a game did not pay for itself within the first few months of being installed, it was done. Barry, the owner of said establishment, long since learned that a game either became a success or flopped, and in the little town that his arcade occupied, there was little room between. Either his newest additions drew in new faces or old ones more frequently, or he was done with them. Unplugged, shipped back to the company with a complaint of a bug before the warranty was up, and recycled for the parts that were still perfectly good, it was a fate that many a game had met at Barry’s hands.
Hero’s Duty had just been another one of those casualties.
The game’s three month tour had looked promising when it had first been plugged in, a line of teenagers excitedly waiting for their turn to blast the scum that were the cy-bugs. Led through the levels by their fearless leader, Sergeant Calhoun, dozens
DateTamora Jean Calhoun did not keep track of the date.Date in Short Stories More Like This
For her game, there was no need. On their little nameless planet-which had a different orbit from the earth they had all called home, thus making it wrong anyway- there was no difference between the fifth and the fifteenth, except for the number of days they had been stuck there fighting bugs. Also, considering the fact that the system she uploaded her daily reports to added a time stamp to the end of each transmission, her memorization of the extra detail was useless and unnecessary. With almost every day the same routine of fight, kill, paperwork, and sleep, its numerical position on the forgotten calendar that hung from her wall meant nothing to her.
Besides, if she really needed to remember something important, the eight-bit handyman living in the game across the way that she’d been seeing for the last year would remind her in plenty of time to make it seem like she had known all along.
So, when Kohut gave her a note that Fe
StoriesIn the relatively short amount of time that the two of them had been together, there had been a lot of things that Felix had been forced to accept about his dynamite gal.Stories in Short Stories More Like This
One of those things was that, at least for the moment, while Hero’s Duty was still getting itself established at Litwak’s, work would always come first.
Of course, Felix could never hold her ambitions against her, for he himself could remember doing almost the exact same thing for the first few months his own game had been plugged in thirty years ago. Although he had never had the sheer amount of paperwork that Tamora constantly had to fill and file, he could well remember the hours that he had spent going over the apartment building each night after the arcade closed, using a magnifying glass and his magic hammer to fix even the most artificial of damages. It was a drive that almost every video game character felt when they were first added to the collection of playables, the need to be the best that they
KnitMost days, Felix liked to believe that he knew his wife quite well.Knit in Short Stories More Like This
Like any good husband, he knew that Tamora preferred pumpkin pie over cherry, would always choose to wear something black if the option was open to her, and, after a hard day at work, was happiest when the two of them did nothing other than spend the evening snuggling. He knew for a fact that she could drink any of her soldiers under the table on any day of the week and still be fine the next morning to do her job, and he knew that the fact that she was able to do that was because he would use his hammer to take away the pain of the hangover would stay between them until the day they died. He knew just how to use his puppy-dog eyes to ever so slightly bend her will away from doing something dangerous towards a safer, more pleasant pastime, just as he knew that she knew that, if she really wanted something, he could never say ‘no.’ He knew just what buttons to push to get her riled up and angry, and he knew
LampwickDeep in the poor part of Chicago at dusk time, a boy is slouched onLampwick in Sketches More Like This
the ground, back against the brick entrance of a 7 Eleven. He is
thinking, almost pensive, about something. You could place his age
around fifteen, perhaps even sixteen- with his shaggy, untamed mane of
fire red hair and freckles sprinkling ever last inch of his body.
He is huddled in a ratty, thread-bare brown sweatshirt, trying to
savor some warmth on this chilly October evening. A "Chicago Cubs"
baseball cap obscures his face from view to all who pass him. The
jeans he wears are baggy and frayed at the cuffs. His sneakers are
barely passable as red converse from the dirt and wear on them. A
back-pack sits next to his feet, and like everything else he posses,
it is in bad condition.
He shudders in chill, remembering why the city in which he resides is
called "The Windy City". Pushing a few stray hairs out of his vision
as he peers upward towards the sky, his curious brown eyes glimmer in
the street lights,
A Very Grinchy Wedding"What do you think of this dress , dear?" Martha May Whovier asked inquisitively to her husband-to-be as she absent-mindedly smoothed all wrinkles that creased the dress, as he awaited the answer.A Very Grinchy Wedding in Fan Fiction More Like This
Opposite her, in the overstuffed, and extremely uncomfortable-looking chair , a green lump that was the Grinch sat , looks absolutely bored out of his mind. He then gave a sigh and rubbed the bridge of his nose with his long, hairy fingers. "Lacey," was his only reply. Martha scrunched her nose as if to say that the answer wasn`t the one she was looking for. She hastily flattered the floral lace imprint on the form of her chest.
In the true opinion of the Grinch, it was quite a lovely dress. Poinsettias where the flower that was crocheted into the long flowing layer of lace on top of the silk bottom. She truly looked like a bride, all that was needed was the veil.
A New Me Edited Chapter 2Lampwick surveyed the beach for even the slightest bit of fabric to tie around himself. A breeze rustled the trees that stood tall on the hill by the beach , making Lampwick feel even more uncomfortable standing naked. He always felt embarrassed when he was a donkey , but he told himself donkeys don`t wear clothes and that always seemed to help a little. He walked around on the beach looking around the driftwood and rocks and through the swaying long grass close to the banks.A New Me Edited Chapter 2 in Fan Fiction More Like This
Ahah! He thought. There was a ripped and tattered old sail, sitting upon a broken old dory behind the grass. Along with the sail , Lampwick found some spare rope in which he used to make some sort of toga, draping it over his shoulder and tying it around it waist and chest .It wasn`t very sufficient at curing his uncomfortable feeling about being naked, but it was all he had until someone came along and gave him a pair of clothes.
Lampwick noticed whipping marks all over
A New Me Edited Chapter 4The following morning, Lampwick and Pinocchio both headed off to the Collodi school house. It was Lampwick`s first time going back to school since he was a donkey , and it felt quiet awarkward to be back learning again. He never truly enjoyed school, and honestly , he still isn't want to go. But he knew that if being human once again meant going to school and getting an education , he could learn to accept that. Though, this time around he was determined to do well and prove himself that he could be a "real boy "A New Me Edited Chapter 4 in Fan Fiction More Like This
When they arrive at the school house , Lampwick got quite a bit of attention , but Pinocchio could only answer for him. Pinocchio explained that Lampwick was a friend of his that needs a place to stay for awhile. After that , nobody asked many questions though. They all went back to their own schooling. Lampwick was a bit behind though , but he soon caught up . Lampwick , though he couldn`t talk to anybody , made friends with the other boys of the class .
SleepSleepSleep in Free Verse More Like This
A daring dance for two
That should only be one
Entity crowded in by so many
I must watch
Shhh darling girl, go to sleep
No not time yet
I want more
Never seen before
I must read
Sweetheart, my child, go to bed.
but it's about You this time!
Even the best can be used for the worst.
NO. To bed.
But it's not
12:00 12:00 12:01
Notebook .:Frerard Oneshot:. I had always carried this notebook around with me everywhere. I kept it with me in case something interesting happened around me, or if I get a sudden urge to draw and I didn't have my sketchpad on me. This notebook could easily reflect my life in high school...although not all of it was just me. My best friend in the whole world, Frank would sometimes 'borrow' my notebook and make a silly doodle or write me a private message or something. Frank was the only one who ever saw my notebook's contents. Even my little brother, Mikey never read it.Notebook .:Frerard Oneshot:. in Drama More Like This
But I had a different notebook that only I saw; a journal of sorts. It had my deepest darkest secret in it. There was no way in hell that anyone would ever read it because it was disguised as the novel Twilight. Not a single person that knew me would go within ten feet of that book because we all hated it.
Frank and I were practically joined at the hip. We wouldn't go anywhere without asking if the other could come along.
These LettersI gaze upon these letters etched into my very flesh, growling back at me with their painful meanings.These Letters in Free Verse More Like This
U - For how Ugly I must appear to you now, how much you hate me.
N - For how Nauseating the mere idea of me has become to you, when we once were as close as sisters.
L - For the Lacerations I have created acroess my wrists in a feeble attempt to let the pain of your betrayal flow out of me.
O - For how short my Obituary will be, if I even have a funeral; for I will most likely be chucked in a hole in my backyard in just a few hours.
V - For the times I wished I could just Vanish into thin air, fearing the way you look at me when I pass you by in the hallways.
A - For how I am simply an Abberation now; unworthy of any living thing's presence.
B - For how you have Banished me from your life, when all I wanted to do was patch things up and clear the air between us.
L - For all the L
Unicorn .:Frerard Oneshot:.What was I going to get Gerard for his birthday? Mikey's birthday was easier, he's got a whole extra room for his unicorns back home. His brother on the other hand...I had to thing of something AMAZING for my best friend. First I need a place to look. Anywhere that I'd be recognized wouldn't really work, though. I'd never get out of there alive, what with how many fangirls there are in this world! My pacing around the hotel room halted at the sound of the room key jiggling in the lock. I scurry over to my bed and flop down on the squishy pillows, flicking the television on to a random channel.Unicorn .:Frerard Oneshot:. in Humor More Like This
"Hey, Frankie! Want some coffee and doughnuts~?" I shoot up to a sitting position immediately, as if I were lying there bored for hours.
"You bought me some? You're the best, man!" My tiny frame springs off the bed and I tackle Gerard in a huge hug before letting go and reaching into the bag on the counter. A delicately glazed ring glistens in my hand for just a moment before I eagerly sin
I Read Your PainYou have been hurt.I Read Your Pain in Free Verse More Like This
You have been beaten and you have been ridiculed.
And as I look into your eyes, I read your pain.
I read your pain as my own.
I have been down the road you're trekking.
And though the end may seem so far off,
There is always a light at the end.
I know it is easier said than done,
But you are strong.
I used to be in your position,
I knew how hard it was.
The effort to wait out the storm is worth it.
I had been hurt.
I had been beaten and ridiculed.
My eyes reflected the same pain as yours.
I read your pain as my own.
Now look at where I have ended up.
I am happy and I am living my life.
If I can do it, I know you can too.
Just let the storm pass,
And i promise you will see a rainbow when the clouds clear.
She is My SanctuaryThey Don't know who I really am.She is My Sanctuary in Free Verse More Like This
They have never met the real me.
Yet they feel they have the right to judge me?
See that girl there? She is the same as me in that respect.
She has openly proved it several times.
So why is it that she floats atop a sea of friends,
Whilst I'm drowning in the lonely undertow?
Why is it always my locker plastered with hateful messages?
Why is it the one time I decide to try and look a little nice,
I am all of a sudden a slut?
Why is all of this hatred pointed towards me?
Pondering the question, I seek my only sanctuary.
Few even know about her, yet she is my cure, my salvation.
Only with her can I be my true self.
She understands me in every way, and I, her.
And in that sanctuary with her I have learned
No one can tell you who you have to be.
No one can harm your pride if you refuse to let them.
No one is worth the pain they have put you through.
It is her that keeps my heart beating.
She is why I want to wake up every m
Leaves, Light, Life, LoveLife, covered in dark layers of leaves.Leaves, Light, Life, Love in Free Verse More Like This
Thick, green blankets, like too-warm sleeves
Of a winter sweater worn in the spring and summer of life.
Green with envy, and other foul feelings.
The soul covered up to be hidden, hidden away from the world.
Beautiful, smiling leaves concealing dark roots of depression,
To only let in one brightening light, calming the pained expression.
A tiny glimmer of hope,
Sunlight shining its way through,
And woosh, all of my sadness shies away from the warm glow.
Never before has this much light shone through.
This much hope, this much happiness.
The warmth of the light softens my rough, barky heart.
She has lit up my life, broken through the barrier
I put up to keep the pain out.
She is the light and coaxed her way through my wall.
Never again will I be stuck when I fall.
And now, as I still welcome her light with open arms,
I know that I love her.
There Is A WordThere is a word,There Is A Word in Free Verse More Like This
Only four letters long,
And though from me it is rarely heard,
When I speak it, its meaning is so strong.
Many find it impossible to feel,
Especially with one the same as you.
But I am among those who believe
That sometimes it is stronger with someone like yourself.
It is more than just a word, though.
It is an emotion deeper than any ocean,
Stronger than any diamond and more pure than a dove's wing.
Some have yet to find it truly,
Some have alerady found it,
And some may never find it as long as they live.
I might have found it in her, and to her I give all of mine.
No other words I speak could be more true.
There is a word,
Only four letters long,
Spelled with an L, an O, V and E,
And this word can only begin to express how I feel for her.
VampireWhat a glorious night for a meal.Vampire in Free Verse More Like This
The skies grow dark as the strange voice grows closer.
Dear child, it's much too late to be out.
In horror, I face a pale white figure dressed in a color blacker than the darkest of all nights.
You should run home before the...creeps come out.
My body is frozen with fear. I want to run away, to get away, but it would seem my legs have forgotten how to move.
Sharp white teeth like daggers pierce my throat,
And I know what has become of my fate.
UGLYBlemishes of any and all kinds devour me.UGLY in Free Verse More Like This
Pimples, scabs, scars and sores
Cover my face and the blades of my shoulders.
I am disgustingly hideous.
My hair is a greasy, tangled mess,
I've gnawed my fingernails ragged.
He always said to "Stay beautiful and keep it ugly."
I thought I was living by what he said.
But when I met her, I learned the phrase's true meaning.
And truly living by it now, a smile graces my face.
Because I found her.
Because she is the light in my darkest of times.
Looking at myself now, I wouldn't care what I looked like,
I would gladly give up whatever little physical beauty I may have,
Just to be with her and show her I love her.
Together we can create our own beauty.
In art, music, literature and love.
Looks will never matter
As long as we stay beautiful and caring on the inside.
We Are...We have been put down and neglected for so long.We Are... in Free Verse More Like This
Do they not realize what they are doing to us?
Are they blind to how many of us die?
Because we just want the pain to end.
But we are not alone.
There are others like us who feel our pain.
We will stand together, strong and tall
And help each other through every obstacle thrown our way.
There have been times when all hope seems lost,
But things always get better, one way or another.
Maybe not immediately...
Though our 'foes' may taunt us,
Smother us with the poison of insults and physical beatings,
We will not back down.
We will stand up for who we are,
And we will be proud.
You may beat us, you may call us names,
But we will stand united in the end.
For ourselves, for each other, and for our fallen.
Rhiannon Evans BiographyRhiannon Evans Biography in Profiles More Like This
Full Name: Rhiannon Ann Elizabeth Evans.
Why was she named that: Named after her Grandmother ‘Ann Elizabeth Evans’.
Nicknames: Rhi (Most common nickname), Rhian, Evans, Blodyn (Welsh for ‘Flower’), Dami’s girl, Rhi-Ann, The Sidekick, Sweet Cheeks.
Age: Depends on the situation. Most common ages: 16 (Teenage/Young version of Rhiannon) and 26 (Adult version of Rhiannon where she has a family/job).
Date of birth: 28th of January.
Gender: Female (Obvious I know, but had to be said )
Nationality: 100% Welsh and always proud of it.
Languages she can speak: Welsh (Fluently, 1st language), English (Fluently, 2nd language), French (Some words, 3rd language).
Birthplace: Wales, UK.
Brought up/From: A little village in West Wales.
Other locations she’s lived in: Springfield, USA and New York, USA. She moved to Springfield when
Joey does a meme :D Tagged by the legendary :iconFantasyBlaze:Joey does a meme :D in Settings More Like This
Instead of doing this meme on myself X3 I decided to do this meme on one of my characters :3
Today’s victim: Joseph ‘Joey’ Thomlinson
Name: Joey Thomlinson
Birthday: 3th of March
Height: 6 foot exact
Weight: …. I don’t even know dude XD Average weight I’m guessing
Eye Color: Dark brown
Hair Color: Dark red (Yes it’s natural of course :3)
Zodiac Sign: Pisces …. Yeah the zodiac fish I think
Use Drugs?: Nope!
Cuss?: Yeaaaah … It’s hard not to
Play Any Instruments?: Guitar, Piano, Drums. Had lessons when I was little
Have Any Piercings?: Never
Have Any Tattoos?: Nope
Like To Annoy People?: Just sometimes X3 … But not always O_O
Like Life?: Of course ^^ Why not?
Wear Make-Up?: HAHA nope XD
Dye Your Hair?: No thanks C:
Scream At The top of your lungs
Three Words (Felix and Calhoun)“You really like her don’t you?” Ralph asked Felix one day after work. He mostly asked because he knew Felix would bring her up one way or another. It seemed like Felix spent more and more time talking about Tamora and even daydreaming during game hours. It was never something super serious, just added up to a lot of game overs, but Ralph had to admit it that was getting quite annoying.Three Words (Felix and Calhoun) in Short Stories More Like This
Felix took a heavy breath, “Ralph, I,” Felix laced his fingers together and twiddled his thumbs, “I don’t just like her, I love her.” It wasn’t that hard to tell him. Felix knew he loved Tamora since the first time he saw her, and the more time he spent with her the more he knew it.
Ralph looked down at his little friend and nodded slowly, “Oh,” somehow this didn’t surprise him, but Ralph kept watching Felix and noted his mood was as blue as his attire, “Why the long face then?” He asked extremel
One Time Closer to the Last (Felix and Calhoun)Felix stood in front of the house he just finished. After a couple of months it was finally done and now it was time for the next step. It had been hard to leave Tamora earlier than he was used to so he could work on this project, but it was all worth it. Felix knew he wanted this more than anything else in his life. He just hoped Tamora would agree.One Time Closer to the Last (Felix and Calhoun) in Short Stories More Like This
“You finished it.” Ralph walked up next to Felix, who got startled by the sudden appearance of his friend, but was happy to see him.
“Ralph!” Felix greeted him first, “I sure did.” He couldn’t stop smiling, and seeing the finished house only made him brim with the feeling even more. He couldn’t wait for Tamora to see it.
“So what happens now?” Ralph asked but didn’t need to because Felix had told him about his plan before. Felix sighed and rubbed the top of his hammer with his thumb like he usually did when he was thinking.
“I ask her to m
Mint Chocolate Chip (Felix and Calhoun)Felix awoke abruptly and was frozen stiff as he lay in bed. His eyes were wide open as he tried to see through the darkness. Nothing looked familiar, only the fear felt secure, but slowly shapes began to fill the room. A lamp here, a drawer there, and the door adjacent to it. The windows slowly became more visible and light came in. But still he couldn’t move. The sound of his quick shallow breaths kept him at bay.Mint Chocolate Chip (Felix and Calhoun) in Short Stories More Like This
Slowly, slowly his grip loosened and his body sank into the mattress. He took a deep breath and reached up to feel his left eye, and to his relief it was unharmed. Just a dream… He let that sink in for a minute and then rolled over to try and find the comforting touch of his wife; but he felt nothing. There were just blankets. He sat up and looked harder, but sure enough she wasn’t there. Felix felt himself begin to enter the small state of panic again, but he closed his eyes and took a long deep breath. “She’s not gone. She
In the Heat of the Moment (Felix and Calhoun)Felix was an optimistic, happy-go-lucky, cheerful person. If there was something good to say about anything he was always the first to point it out. If there was a way around anything dark, hopeless, or depressing he was the one to pave the path, and if you’re day was stabbing you in the back, he could sooth the wound.In the Heat of the Moment (Felix and Calhoun) in Short Stories More Like This
This was something everyone agreed on, but since his engagement to Sergeant Tamora Jean Calhoun, it was also agreed that his easy availability to happiness had supercharged. Now Felix could most certainly talk the doom out of doomsday and easily add a cherry on top. Happy had just gotten happier.
There was one exception however: he was still human.
Like everyone, Felix head insecurities, self-dissatisfactions, and things that could push his buttons. These simple truths can be easy to forget because most of the time Felix behaved as though they didn’t exists. Sometimes he would forget it himself, but there were days that were harder th
In The Heat of the Moment end (Felix and Calhoun)Felix quietly walked to Hero’s Duty across the empty game central station, and silently rode the high tech tram into the open space of the war game. It was a Thursday morning, a couple of hours before arcade hours, so Felix knew Tamora would be on her way to the gym in about fifteen minutes. If he hurried Felix knew he could catch her before she left her room.In The Heat of the Moment end (Felix and Calhoun) in Short Stories More Like This
Felix walked as quietly as he could, but kept a brisk pace past the offices, and rooms. Everything seemed so still, and Felix guessed it was because the soldiers must be patrolling the tower at this time, but Felix wasn’t worried about them. All of his thoughts were still on Tamora, and what he would tell her. Up until now he hadn’t thought about how to apologize other than the fact that he had to do it right now.
Felix turned corners and walked through doorways comfortably. He had only been to Tamora’s room a couple of times to drop her off before, but he had memorized
I Love You Still (Felix and Calhoun) 2/2Felix burst through the door of his home his heart in his throat. He had gone to get Tamora like he did when he had nothing to fix after arcade hours. Upon not seeing her come out when she usually did, he had approached Kohut , who informed him she had gone home a few minutes before the arcade closed, and that was it; except for a look of anger.I Love You Still (Felix and Calhoun) 2/2 in Short Stories More Like This
Felix had felt his temperature drop. What could have possibly brought her home? Nothing was more important than Hero’s Duty. Not during a working day.
His thoughts kept coming back to the baby all the way home.
Felix closed the door behind him slowly as he took in what he found. For one, all the lights were off. If it wasn’t for the certainty that he hadn’t seen her at Hero’s Duty he would have thought no one was home. The coffee table they had in the living room was broken and spread around the room. A lamp that sat next to the couch was shattered. There was a hole on the wall by th
In the Heat of the Moment Pt 2 (Felix and Calhoun)Sergeant Calhoun had tried to sleep that night, but her memories were thick enough to drip into reality, and after racking her skull for too long over the same old tired thing, she decided she wasn’t going to sleep the rest of her life.In the Heat of the Moment Pt 2 (Felix and Calhoun) in Short Stories More Like This
Instead she found herself in the gym in a far corner of hero’s duty where the punching bag she had become acquainted with through years of training and stress was still there to keep her company.
Two days ago she had been doing the same thing whenever she had free time. Tonight was no exception and for three hours she had been punching her anger away, and whenever her hands protested against the gestures, and the skin under her bandaged knuckles began to split, all she had to do was picture Felix instead of the punching bag and her energy returned in a sudden wave.
Technically, Felix had apologized for being an idiot, but to Calhoun didn’t count it, because it had been so pathetic, and she hadn’t even heard from him for two
I Love You Still (Felix and Calhoun) 1/2Sergeant Calhoun left Hero’s Duty as soon as the arcade closed, and for a very good reason. She went home and was careful to not let Felix see her as he was still working in the nicelander’s apartments for the day. She changed out of her armor and took a quick shower. She dried her hair and then just stared at the mirror. She practiced a casual smile. Half a smile. A normal one. Ugh, she looked ridiculous either way, but one of these would have to work for what she was going to tell Felix.I Love You Still (Felix and Calhoun) 1/2 in Short Stories More Like This
How would she tell him? Tamora put her hands on the counter and leaned forward, “Hey guess what?” she said with a grin, “You’re going to be a father,” she added. No. “So, I went to the doctor today and he said…” She rolled her eyes at herself and turned her back on the mirror to look for an answer in the tiles. This was going to be so much harder than she thought. Slowly she turned back around and folded her arms. With a serious f
Welcome to My LifeI was never into the paranormal. That was my sister’s department. Not being native to America, I grew up in a home that was highly superstitious, and from ghost to witches to werewolves, we believed it all. I mean seriously, my mother still tells the story about ‘el niño’ or ‘the little boy’ that followed her after she sat on an unmarked grave stone on a new year’s eve celebration in a lonely cemetery on the mountainside of a town of population 100.Welcome to My Life in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I’m not saying I don’t believe in this kind of other worldly or evil entity culture. I do. I’ve experienced many things myself, and because of this, I prefer to stay away from anything paranormal. I’m actually extremely religious. My church attendance is perfect, a rosary hangs around my neck, and ‘the Lord’s prayer’ is my first reaction to anything. Most people call me ‘goody too shoes’ or ‘the saint
My OwnI see the fibers of my lifeMy Own in Free Verse More Like This
Looks and gestures that make up my being
All slaughtered on the floor
Warped laughter leaks and trickles through the slices of anguish and arrogance
And the same cold finger infinitely repeated points at the gap between my lips
From where lies, deceit, and death are born
But as my eyes scan the empty flat line space
I’m the only one holding the knife
And those fat brown fingers pointing between my eyes
Are my own
Pumpkin King, Charlie BrownIt's The Great Pumpkin King, Charlie Brown!Pumpkin King, Charlie Brown in Fan Fiction More Like This
by Kim McFarland
Dedicated to the memory of Charles "Sparky" Schulz
It was a dark and cloudy night. The moon, full and bright, shone onto a pumpkin patch, gleaming off the orange pumpkins and green vines. It also shone down on a small group of children. All but one - a boy with stringy hair - were wearing costumes.
"Come on, Linus," a black-haired girl dressed as a witch said to the uncostumed boy. "Every Halloween you sit out here all night and miss tricks or treats!"
"This year The Great Pumpkin'll come. I can feel it," Linus said confidently.
Lucy, the witch, rolled her eyes. "You don't even have a costume. But you don't need one. You could always go trick or treating as a blockhead!"
The other children laughed and walked off with Lucy. All but one, a boy in what was supposed to be a ghost costume. However, his clumsiness with the scissors had resulted in extra eyeholes in the bedsheet, making him look like the ghost of a pota