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.
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.
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
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
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
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
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
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
The Simpsons: Evolution. Prologue, part 2.The Simpsons: Evolution. Prologue, part 2.The Simpsons: Evolution. Prologue, part 2. in Comedy More Like This
WELCOME TO THE WORLD OF THE PRESSSSSSSENNNNNT!!!!!
Greetings! Now that we've passed the stage of glowing nostalgia of "Maggie and Eric", we now will enter the lives of the "Middle Generation." As M&E was the world of the characters on the cusp of change, "Evolution" is story of the characters's established selves...
BART SIMPSON, AGE 34.
Bart, the one-time bad boy of the Simpson kids, grew up and found his calling in radio as a DJ for the KBXL Morning Show. Paired with Jessica Lovejoy, he was in the running for the top spot in Springfield's radio wars for nearly 9 years before being promoted to assistant director of programming, unfortunetly, he's now the lackey to his old boss's nephew, Kyle, who is 11 years younger and treats Bart like crap.
Outside of work, Bart married his one-time nemesis Gina Vendetti and has three children: Corvus, Hattie, and Cashel, whom on the outside appears to be a happy
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.
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
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? 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
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
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.
Attack of the 50ft TwinsWe Start our story off at Springfield Elementry School as the kids are leaving to go home. All the kids are proceeding on the bus.Attack of the 50ft Twins in Fan Fiction More Like This
Bart: Hey Milhouse!
Bart: take a look i stole from Principle Skinners office!
(bart reaveals a whoopi cushion)
Milhouse: Woah! cool Bart, how did you get that from his office?
Bart: Well i was sent to the principle fro disrupting the class and while old Skinhead stepped out i ransacked his Drawer and found this Baby!
Milhouse: Your my hero! so what are going to do with it? are you gonna prank somebody!
Bart: Just watch and learn 4 eyes! (inflates cushion and places it quickly in the seat behind them) Watch and learn!
(meanwhile the twins Sherri and Terri step on the bus and walk towards the whoopi cushioned seat, they walk past bart waving to them and both turn up their noses. Bus pulls ofSherri move towars the window seat while Terri sits down on the isle seat sitting on the Whoopi cushion. *zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzztttttttttt*
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
Holidays of Future Past. Holidays of Future's PastHolidays of Future Past. 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.
Jessica's NightJessica's NightJessica's Night in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Author's note: This story is something I did I did one night. It's kind of like Romeo and Juliet although only Bart gets the pain in the end! This is also rated PG 13, as it contains small sex references.
Bart had missed the bus once again. He slowly dragged his feet along the sidewalk, with his heavy bag over his shoulder. It was all Nelson's fault that he missed the bus. Nelson had shoved him into his locker during lunch, and he just escaped just as the bus took off.
Bart still continued to walk down the street. He was nearly at home, but he soon came to Jessica Lovejoy's house. Jessica was out the front kicking a ball, and it hit Bart right in the face.
"Ow!" Yelled Bart. The ball bounced onto the ground, and rolled back to Jessica.
"Oh, Bart!" Jessica smiled, "What brings you here?"
"I'm just walking home, because NELSON made me miss the bus."
Jessica walked over to Bart, and held his hand.
"Would it be okay if you came inside? My parents aren't home, and..."
Scotaloo Dash RapoffScotaloo Dash Rapoff in Humor More Like This
They call me Dash, I'm not a cold mare,
I just like to wear my ice, just dont stare to hard!
you think I'm playin', boy this is stayin'
Cuz I'ma fast ballin' high rollin' pony pimp,
and you ain't nothin' son
but a no flying wanna be shrimp.
Huh, think I'm all talk,
I'ma show you son whats up.
take a free ride to brony town
see what I'm talkin' bout,
I got bronies in the street,
bronies in the hall,
got bronies in she sky,
got Mac size balls.
you say that ain't nothin',
well I'ma show you somethin'
rainboom beoch, in your face,
I got skill to spare, so take your place.
ain't talkin' bout second,
ain't talkin' bout third,
talkin' back of the line son, cuz you just got served.
While it's true you are cool,
I ant some kind of fool,
I heard that you can do anything ten seconds flat,
is that why AJ aint called ja back?
Sit down Dash and let me give you a friendship lesson,
Ima show ya love is better than your aggression.
Ima school you like Cheerilee
Cuz when your old and no ones