Movie NightMovie Night in Horror More Like This
Some time after the events of 3 Friends and A Full Moon, Jamie and Victoria, having reverted back to their human forms, decided to have a movie night together.
"Boy, are you in a surprise", says Jamie as she unlocks the door to her house. "Just what movie are we watching anyway?" Victoria asked as she walks in after Jamie. "One inspired by that horrific night we had a while ago", Jamie replied as she went into the kitchen to make popcorn. "I'm still trying to forget it ever happened", Victoria said. "You know none of us will ever forget it!" said Jamie. "That was the worst night of my life and I'd never want to relive it!" Victoria shouted. "I agree", Jamie, said as she walked into the living room, holding a large yellow bowl of steaming, butter-soaked popcorn. "Too bad, Meghan wouldn't join us tonight", she went on as she sat down next to Victoria on a large, fluffy gray couch. "Yeah, she's hiding
Emilys New gameEmilys New game in Horror More Like This
"Do you have any more copies of Call of Duty: Modern Warefare 2 for the X-Box 360?" a annoying teenager asks Gamesky's manager for the fifth time.
"No, I already told you we're sold out. The delivery truck runs this Tuesday so you'll have to wait until then." Emily responds with an obvious tone of disgust.
"But you have three copies left for the PlayStation 3..." the teen quickly retorts.
"Look kid, I've lost count of how many times I've literally told you the exact same thing. We're sold out. There is nothing I can do for you. It's out of my hands." Emily exclaims while keeping her composure.
"Fine, I see how it is. I was willing to pay extra for a copy, any copy, new, pre-owned, or even the preview discs these stores are sent before the release date, but it seems like you game store clerks are all the same. I'll take my business to Mall-Mart!" the husky teen exclaims while marching out of the store.
She Wolf Of The Video VaultShe Wolf Of The Video Vault in Horror More Like This
She-Wolf of Video Vault: or CGI Killed the Werewolf Movie
Emily belongs to Full Moon Master
Its nine minutes to eight on an autumn weeknight, where the activity of a small town slows to a crawl. Outside, the fall leaves rustle about from the cold wind while dark clouds stretch over a full moon like boney fingers. On a night like this, you might expect some unholy creature to be lurking in the shadows. But for Video Vault assistant manager Joel Roberts, he'll settle for anything to break up tonight's monotony. Almost an hour and a half has passed since the last customer came in the store. With the head manager on his lunch break, Joel's only company at this time is boredom.
Joel was promoted to assistant manager a few weeks ago by the owner of the locally owned video rental store. He figured the new position would offer more perks like a raise, but it just gave him more work for the same amount of pay. He had pictured many scenarios in his head when he graduated from commun
In Oz: The Perfect AssIn Oz: The Perfect Ass in Reviews & Guides More Like This
In Oz: The Perfect Ass
* An escalation by Beau Cyphre *
The perfect body goes with the perfect ass, and although she doesn't show too much in that picture, I must always think of dreaming down her spine and kissing up her neck. She's a hell of a girl, and just for a second I'd like to change places with you, get your camera to shoot that single picture that reveals everything... and nothing at all. Yes, I would fail, 'cause you did the perfect picture: By concentrating on her back and the shadow play on her skin you light my fire, and watching her sensuous lips I imagine stories only real sirens can tell.
Der Lolita-EffektDer Lolita-Effekt in Erotic More Like This
* Eine Geschichte von Beau Cyphre - mit einer Eskalation von Meril Tinnuwen *
Thank U, Marisa!
Darkness is a state of light... Wolfsheim
Drei Schritte noch, eine allerletzte Anstrengung, meine Lunge zum Zerreißen gespannt. Gelingt es mir? Noch drei Wochen früher wäre es mir gleichgültig gewesen, doch jetzt hängt fast alles davon ab (zumindest scheint es so). Tatsächlich, ich erreiche den Ball und ziehe mit aller Kraft, die ich noch habe, die Kugel nach innen, ganz in der Hoffnung, den eigenen Mitspieler zu finden, und ich wundere mich, als neben dem Pochen und Tosen in meinen Ohren plötzlich Jubel und Begeisterung zu mir dringt.
Aus dem Augenwinkel heraus, schräg auf der Seite liegend ich muss weggerutscht sein, spüre ein leichtes Brennen an meiner Hüfte und bemerke klebrige Feuchtigkeit, als ich danach taste erkenne ich den Torwart d
In Oz: My ObsessionIn Oz: My ObsessionIn Oz: My Obsession in Reviews & Guides More Like This
* An escalation by BeautifulExperience *
I always knew that I couldn't resist to stare at their legs, and from the first moment on your photo reminded me of all my little weaknesses, maybe being too much in love with beauty - so much that it feels sometimes like an obsession, a magic spell I'm under, and if it wasn't for the little red camera grabbing my attention there'd be nothing to save me, nothing to rely on, no one to trust. Whom could I tell what's happening to me now watching that girl walk the line? If I had a wish, by God, I'd just wish to be the mirror of water beneath them.
Devant's Part 2The Show.Devant's Part 2 in Fantasy More Like This
You walk in between the separate (lengthways) halves of a lady, to a large room where trays on legs carry drinks to the punters.
You make your way to the front and take a seat at the table, after all only the best for you.
A creamy coloured arm waves up at you through the table while one of the trays approaches you. You take a drink and put some cash in the box in the centre of the tray. The lid closes then opens again to reveal the correct amount of change, which you leave as a more than generous tip. The lid closes and opens once more and you are not surprised to see that the money has vanished.
Thank you. A voice says from nowhere, please enjoy the show.
You sit back, take a sip of your drink and think to yourself, Im sure I will.
Another full night in Devants, but that wasnt unusual as every night was a sell out.
Karl looked over the crowd from the wings. This was what he lived for, the thrill of the performance. Once
Devant's Part 3Beach Volley Ball.Devant's Part 3 in Fantasy More Like This
Authors note: This is a story idea Ive been mulling over a while but never got around to writing. It may feature an old favourite if youve liked my previous stuff. Ive taken a few liberties, i.e. it takes place in the future, 2012 London Olympics to be precise, and features a well known Glamour Model that may not be as suitable for the tale as when I had the original idea but hey ho, after all it is a work of fiction so I can do what I want. Anyway enough of the twaddle and onto the story.
Welcome everyone to Brighton Beach, announced Devant in the glorious and rare British summer sunshine.
He stood on a large stage, slightly elevated off the sand, in front of a large crowd sitting on a temporary stand. In front of the stage, the Beach Volleyball court was marked out.
Behind him was an apparently large piece of apparatus covered by an equally large cloth.
You know usually I wouldnt agree to a performance outside m
Devant's Part 1Getting Ready for the Night (an introduction).Devant's Part 1 in Fantasy More Like This
Come on people! We only have an hour before opening! cried Karl from the stage. He always got a little edgy before a performance, despite his experience, and this tended to show while setting up. His employees didnt mind though, overall he was a good man and they were paid well. If there was one thing Karl wasnt short of it was money.
Karl was owner and performer here and the Club was sold out for every performance. With up to a three-month wait for tickets, Karl made sure the workforce was looked after. Still there was a lot to do in the last hour and that always made him a little skittish.
This is Devants, known locally as Double Ds, not so much in homage to the legendary magician but to the average size of the staff. It boasted the finest magic show in Europe, some may have said the world but Karl was a modest man and would smile at such a suggestion.
Selena, Michelle, we need you now! Kar
After The Closing CurtainAn escape, a confinement, an end, a beginning, a disappointment, an honor, a tragedy, a comedy, a reality, a fantasy: these are death. In your final moments, you choose which kind will take you. Your true colors are displayed for all to see and judge as they will. There is no way to defend yourself from the grave. Your final performance as you exit this world will make or break your legacy.After The Closing Curtain in Short Stories More Like This
Step 1: Denial- You tell yourself that the person is not gone.
She stared at him, waiting for his heart to start up again. He would wipe away her tears. Later, at the funeral, she imagines he will leap from a hiding place, laughing at his prank and her gullibility. But, poor girl, he is gone; he is not coming back from the grave. He was a hero with honor who sacrificed his life for another. A simple movement in front of a little one to become a human shield ended the life she had depended on for support. But did the bullet really hit anything vital? She had not been there. What if he was just tricki
Wake MeWake me up when it's time to move,Wake Me in Free Verse More Like This
When it's time to live,
When it's time to breath.
Cuz these days aren't cuttin' though
This fog of loneliness that clouds
My soul from seeing what it needs to see.
I'm losin' my heart down in the depths
Of this personal hell I've stuck myself in.
It's no surprise to me that my skin's meltin'
And my stomach's cavin' in on itself.
Never let me forget that I asked for this.
Wake me up from the flames,
Wake me up from the torment,
Wake me up from the drowning
When it's time to move
Time to breath.
Time to see.
Time to live.
Do your job, fix their lives.
They will gratefully pay you back
With blacks lies and pretty white scars.
"Help me before I drown."
But when I'm goin' down to my pit
I see no hands reaching to save me
"Get out before you fuck it up."
Wake me up when it's time to leave
Time to cry.
Time to bleed.
Cuz I never know when to stop.
They're tugging on my bandages
And retracing the smiling scars
With their lying little knifes.
Angels and FlamesYou've burned me from your mind so let me do the sameAngels and Flames in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Just a minor surgery done in the holy and ungodly name
I won't remember your touches or kisses or the sweetness
That you spit into my very soul. Your lies just made a mess
That even you couldn't fix with your god given silver tongue
Your target landed on me because I was naive and young
But you're not the only one who can lie without detection
My scars hid all the while from your wicked, vile inspection
While you're guzzling your booze I'll be learning to live for real
No more of this hiding behind a promise just waiting for a seal
You thought I'd crumble without you to hold back the tears
Well honey, truth is: I've haven't depended on you in years
My secret angels been holding on to my hand miles away
From where you were fucking up then begging me to stay
You never knew how hot my lovely flames could burn
Until you froze them solid, it was someone else's turn
Just as soon as I forget how you taste when we kiss
I'll be able to give
How My Business WorksHow My Business Works in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
My business works because it's actually not a business. And by this I mean I hardly make any money with my pictures. For me photography is not a way to make money but to invest money, and I work several other jobs to be able to pay for my art. I'm a tour guide on waste to energy plants and wastewater treatment facilities, I'm a concierge at the house I'm living, I work as a Photoshop instructor and on weekends I take care of the library of the University.
Sometimes people say to me: I can hardly believe you're not making money with your photos because they are better than the work of many professional photographers.
Of course it's flattering when somebody says something like that even if I don't always agree. But here's the thing: the very reason why I'm able to work on this level is because I don't have to make money with my pictures. If you're a photographer who wants to make a living out of it you are forced to do things differently. You have to focus on what your customers like and
What I Can Learn From YouDon't tell me what you don't like.What I Can Learn From You in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I'm not interested.
Because what you don't like is
simply what you don't understand.
Instead tell me what you do like.
Because that is what you understand.
That is what I can learn from you.
The BirdsBreathe in and think of loveThe Birds in Free Verse More Like This
Breathe out and think of pain
Listen to the feeling in your heart
Not the voices in your brain
Hark the wind blowing through the trees
Ignore the dirge of modern life
Use your ears to hear the birds
and with them let your worries take flight
Glide upon the pockets of wind
Wherever the breeze shall take you
Make the journey beautiful
Rather than the place you wish to get to
Breathe in and think of the future
Breathe out and forget the past
I know the pain seems never ending
But such dismal days will not last
Hear my whispered words softly
Stirring emotions in your heart
I will offer my hand, my love
As the birds begin to depart
I will show you love and freedom
if you take my hand and stay
There will be no pain or reason
From which you need to run away
My VirginityWoe betide this beautiful, charming boyMy Virginity in Free Verse More Like This
Trying too hard to fill your heart with joy
Selfless deeds do still exist
But suspicious minds prefer you to be selfish
Take care though and consider with caution
Allowing me too close can lead to obsession
Regulate your responses in such a way
That I won't misinterpret the words you say
This confession means nothing to you
But it means a great deal to me
You are the branches, I am the leaves
Now I fall, I'm free
This confession means nothing to you
But it means a great deal to me
I have nothing left to declare
But my virginity
The light that shone, you're a glimpse of destiny
A photograph, a fragrance triggered memory
The light that shone, you illuminate my history
My present, my future, the unwritten story
So font of all amity, here is my cup
Rinse out all of the hurt, and fill me up
With love to the brim and let it overflow
The meek shall not inherit the world until tomorrow
This confession means nothing to you
Top 10 Dumbest Cartoon Channel Decisions Part 1Top 10 Dumbest Cartoon Channel Decisions Part 1 in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Tavo: GUYS GUYS GUYS GUYS!!! GUESS WHAT!?
What is it Tavo?
Zeus:This better be good…..and wait...HOW THE HELL DID YOU GET HERE?!
...Hey yeah o.o The door was locked!
Tavo: Two things: One, I’m a unicorn. And two. *holds up a bat with spikes* KOMMANDO PESTE NOIRE!!!!!!!
...Do...I even want to kn-
Tavo: No I’ll tell you later. BUT LISTEN GUYS! THIS IS OF THE UTMOST IMPORTANCE!
Me and Zeus: Yes?
Tavo: NICK IS PLANNING ON GIVING FRED A THIRD SHOW! BUT UNLIKE HIS LAST TWO, THEY ARE GOING TO GIVE THIS ONE AT LEAST 7 SEASONS! HE’S GOING TO BECOME THE NEW FACE OF NICKELODEON!
……………..Tavo, can you please leave the room for just a few seconds?
Tavo: Um…..Okay. *slowly walks out of the room, wearing a vest with the words “KOMMANDO PESTE NOIRE” on it with the band insignia on it*
…………….Nickelodeon you STUPID MOTHER FUCKING PIECE OF SHI-
Top 10 Dumbest Cartoon Channel Decisions Part 2Top 10 Dumbest Cartoon Channel Decisions Part 2 in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Sergeant Spider & Zeus Review Show
Today's TOPIC: TOP 10 DUMBEST DECISIONS MADE BY TV NETWORKS/CARTOON CHANNELS PART 2
Tavo: *is all drowsy*..Eeeeh...I’m so tired….
Why’s that Tav?
Tavo: Maybe because *holds up several needles*YOU TWO INJECTED ME WITH SEDATIVES!!
Ooooh yeah -w- Don’t worry you’ll be fine. Sides, we have to continue our business...after all, we’ve finally reached the point…
Tavo: You mean….?
Yes. It’s time we get to why we made this list in the first place.
Tavo:...Ah yes...it’s time…But first I need coffee. *horn glows brightly and an Ice Blend appears* MOCCA!!*drinks like crazy* MMMMMMM! Alright! Ready!! Let’s do this!
Very well. Now then….let’s talk Nickelodeon…
Tavo: Ah Nickelodeon, such a wonderful channel. How you began fucking sucking.
Zeus: Nickelodeon is, er was, the #1 network for kids. But over the past decade, they h
Story Concept: Game OverBrief TimelineStory Concept: Game Over in Profiles More Like This
1972: PONG is released in Andy Capp’s Tavern in California by Atari.
1978: Space Invaders conquer Japan.
1980: Pac-Man devours ghosts.
1981: Shigeru Miyamoto descends from the heavens with Mario.
1983: The Video Game Crash – E.T. crashes the American game market.
1984: Tetris is released in Russia.
1985: The Nintendo Entertainment System resurrects the game industry.
1989: Gunpei Yokoi invents the Game Boy.
1990: The Console Wars begins.
1991: Sonic the Hedgehog lays the smackdown on Mario.
1992: Mortal Kombat’s violence shocks moral guardians.
1993: Night Traps causes debates on game violence in the US Senate.
1994: The PlayStation launches gaming into the third dimensions.
1996: Pokémon rules the world.
1997: Sephiroth kills Aerith.
2002: Xbox Live trolls are spawned.
2004: World of Warcraft goes online.
2011: The PlayStation Network Blackout.
2021: Full-sensory virtual reality games are manufactured.
2028: The Virtual Reality Disaster &
Everything Wrong With The Neverending Story 3-The “creative talents” behind this film should never be allowed to make a movie or anything that involves creative or even cognitive thinking.Everything Wrong With The Neverending Story 3 in Reviews & Guides More Like This
-Poorly-rendered CGI opening.
-The Old Man of the Wandering Mountain goes from an enigmatic figure to a grumpy old man.
-The villain of the film is called the Nasty.
-Jack Black is in this movie.
-Mr. Coreander is played by a different actor.
-Why is Mr. Coreander now a librarian? Why did he quit the magical bookstore job?
-The Neverending Story’s design is completely different from that of the first two films. Why is everything so different?
-The Nasty are revealed to be a bunch of ordinary, leather-clad, twenty-odd bullies led by a unibrow-sporting Jack Black. The Nothing was the manifestation of humanity giving up on their hopes and dreams. Xayide was the embodiment of dying manifestation. The Nasty are a group of ordinary bullies.
-Bastian’s sister Nicole is a real jerk, and she spends the whol
SoundSound in Free Verse More Like This
Something against the sky -
a kestrel wing
drifting godward -
the circle of sound
dents the morning
and turns my ears
second guessing the weight of
and how your breath
measures the morning light.
Ink and SmokeInk and Smoke in Free Verse More Like This
She loved the scent
of ink and smoke -
and the way strangers
caressed her name
like the verdant rushes
rolling off the river bank,
or a low slung
across the floor.
Mornings found her
where the light
and the cat's tale
lingered like a secret,
waking her from dreams
brighter than early frost.
But it was night
that bought and sold her,
made her heart a trinket,
dressing her in silk
as new as nuptials -
that flagrant shade of flush
and the rough and tumble
of her hips
serenading the world