A Very Different Reaper Chapter 11. Best Friends ForeverA Very Different Reaper Chapter 1 in Sketches More Like This
The Grim Reaper appeared before the two children and the hamster. His face - in fact, all of his features - were completely shrouded by the robe of woven darkness he wore. Only his scythe was visible, and the blade seemed too thin, as though it weren't entirely there.
"I am here," the reaper spoke, "for a...Mr. Jiggles?"
"NO!" the boy said, crying and simpering. "You can't take Mr. Jiggles!"
"He's right," the girl said. "I need him for a school project. You can't have him."
The Grim Reaper looked over the two children defying him. "Really?" His voice seemed a hissing of steam from unknowable depths of time. "And what do you intend to do...to stop me?"
The girl looked up at him. "How about a game?"
"And what are the terms?" he asked her, interested.
"We fight. You win, you get the hamster."
"I get him anyway. What's in it for me to accept your
A Very Different Reaper 33. From the Diary of Mandy 1A Very Different Reaper 3 in Sketches More Like This
Grim...intrests me. He's...not what I was expecting. Okay, that's not quite right. He's everything I expected from the Grim Reaper: awe-inspiring, powerful, mysterious, shadowed, terrifying and comforting at the same time...but he's also more.
When Billy put our lives on the line for Mr. Jiggles, I knew I had to think fast. I know the rules of the games with Death. Death always wins. The only way I could make it out of that one alive was if I made losing as appealing to Death as winning. That was the only way I would have a chance.
People have often wondered why I hang out with Billy. It's...complicated and simple at the same time. You see, there's this...gift I've always had. When I stare into someone's eyes, I see everything they want to hide: their secret hopes, desires, fears, dreams...everything that makes them who they are. I see th
A Very Different Reaper Chapter 22. From the Diary of the Reaper 1A Very Different Reaper Chapter 2 in Sketches More Like This
It has been two weeks since I became 'BFF's with this most unusual girl child. Admittedly, the boy often tags along for the ride, and since Mandy seems to be happy with that - or as happy as she gets - I tolerate his presence. However, I find myself unable to bring out even the slightest affection or amusement out of his antics. I would be much happier if his hourglass were to run out.
Mandy...now there is the conundrum. Children are supposed to be the innocents of the world...and in her own way, she is. She is an...innocent evil, I suppose you could say. She knows she is evil, and in her eyes, there is nothing wrong with this. It is most intruiging.
We have had a few adventures, I guess you could call them. Mass destruction, demons from other realms, creatures of the night...very everyday matters for me, but they seemed intruiging to young Mandy. Oddly e
A Very Different Reaper Chapter 77. From the Diaries 3A Very Different Reaper Chapter 7 in Sketches More Like This
From the Diary of the Reaper
I have commited a terrible sin aginst the Duty...and I am unrepentant. Azrael is displeased, and many amongst the realms of the occult begin to speak out against me, saying I am not cut out for the job. I silenced them easily, saying that I answer only to Azrael, and if they dislike my actions as Reaper they are free to challenge me for the post. Since the sin against the Duty, I have had three such challenges, each ending the same: the fall of my opponent.
The sin I have commited...I took a life before its appointed time. But for what he sought to do, I would drag him to the depths of hell with my own two hands.
Not knowing one is doing wrong is no excuse for such actions...
From the Diary of Mandy
I still can't believe it nearly happened. I'd heard that there had been...incidents around. Girls found dead, signs of rape. Police were searching f
A Very Different Reaper 88. The Truth Will OutA Very Different Reaper 8 in Sketches More Like This
Mandy sat in her office. She'd managed to make a nice little empire in the last ten years. The world didn't know it yet, but she was ultimately in charge. It didn't matter who ran what company, what city, what COUNTRY. Trace it all backwards through the underground channels, and eventually it all came back to her.
But it wasn't an iron fisted rule...nor was it for the betterment of mankind. She enjoyed watching the human struggle, as wars were fought, and any number of other events occured. Watching humanity scurry like so many ant colonies, knowing how easily she could bring it all to an end with a few well placed words...
"Is this what it's like to be a god?" she asked herself as she stared at the latest reports. She glanced down at her schedule. She remembered she had that appointment with the Prime Minister day after tomorrow...
Her schedule had changed. For tomo
A Very Different Reaper EpilogueEpilogue: Telling a StoryA Very Different Reaper Epilogue in Sketches More Like This
Marcus slowly closed the book. He gently ran his hand through his shoulder length dirty-blonde hair and blinked his blue eyes. "And that, Miria, is how the line of the reaper began. Every child of the family Black is born with the power of Death inside them...and a weapon of Death at their command, though only the Reaper himself will wield the scythe." He brushed the sword at his waist: a blade so thin it was invisible, and a skull and crossbones hilt motif. "This is the story of our family. So, Miria...any questions?"
The three year old girl looked up at him. She had midnight black hair and her mother's black eyes. Reaching under the blankets, she pulled out a chainsaw with a glowing blue chain. She revved it up. "Can I cut you to pieces?" she asked, her voice high pitched and adorable.
Marcus chuckled, and kissed her on the forehead. "Swee
A Very Different Reaper Chapter 55. From the Diaries 2A Very Different Reaper Chapter 5 in Sketches More Like This
The Reaper's Diary
I have made a rather drastic decision. I did not get approval from Azrael for this. I fear I may incur his displeasure for this. Even so, I will not reverse this decision, whatever the consequences, and any who would try to circumvent my will in this will have to pry my scythe from my cold, dead fingers.
Mandy's hourglass has run out of sand, and I am going to do...nothing. I will not attempt to add sand to her hourglass, and I will not take her head. The universe says she should be dead now, but the universe hasn't taken me into account.
I've cast a spell over her hourglass. While there is still no sand in it, so long as I do not hold the hourglass, the universe will take her into account, where otherwise the force of history would attempt to erase her.
This is a great wrong against the Duty, to not take someone who has passed their time. But I do not care.
A Very Different Reaper 44. Idle ConversationsA Very Different Reaper 4 in Sketches More Like This
It was an ordinary day in Endsville. Nothing much was happening - for once. Mandy glanced over to where Grim had taken up his usual place, leaning on his scythe standing by the couch, watching TV with her. Something was off with his stance, though. He seemed...perterbed, almost. "Something bothering you, Grim?"
He chuckled. "It's unlike you to ask after my emotional state, Mandy. If anyone else were here, they'd think you were going...soft."
Mandy glowered. "Do you want to talk or not?"
He chuckled again. There was something strange about his chuckle. It was almost...human. "Very well. Some of the creatures of the occult world are...expressing discontent with my preoccupation with events here in Endsville. THey feel it is wrong of me to befriend a mortal, whatever the reason."
"What do they know? For that matter,
A Very Different Reaper Chapter 66. An Unhappy BirthdayA Very Different Reaper Chapter 6 in Sketches More Like This
Mandy lounged in the backyard by the pool, incredibly bored. It was her 13th birthday, and everyone had thrown her a surprise party...which she had found out about three weeks in advance, due to Billy's inability to keep a secret. There were tons of presents, of course, and those boys not to wierded out by her attitude were attempting - pathetically - to flirt. She admitted she looked good, but still, could they be anymore obvious?
Grim was the only point of interest at the party. He simply stood, watching everything. At other times, his presence would go unnoticed or uncommented on, but his gaze seemed to be more piercing today. When she felt it pass over her, she felt a sudden delighted shiver pass over her.
What was wrong with her? Had she developed a...a CRUSH on the Grim Reaper? THat was totally ridiculous. But then again...she had always felt drawn to power, a
Blue HalosSideshow Bob/Bart slash here!! This is only the first chapter, so it's pretty crappy, but it gets better as it goes on.Blue Halos in Fan Fiction More Like This
Summary: Set after Day Of The Jackanapes, told in Bob's POV. Bob realises just how much he may have hurt Bart
In this chapter, Bob is basically just musing things over and talking with Krusty. It will get better as it goes on I swear. Or, at least, I hope!
So, here I was. I had hypnotized Bart to kill Krusty, as usual the plan failed, I had been sentenced to death and managed to weasel out of it, and now here I am face to face with Krusty once more. I was outside the studio, taking a walk from the flat I had rented, forming a new plan to kill Bart. I walked past the building, so caught up in my thoughts I barely recognized it, but then I saw Krusty leaning against the wall smoking a cigarette.
He saw me as I saw him, and we both stared for a moment. It was strangley good to see him. After our last little get together, despite my trying to ki
Blue Halos Chapter 5Bart's parents were not there, which I was profoundly glad of. It was a sunny wednesday afternoon, the day I made my way to Springfield General Hospital. On my way there, I saw many children running around in the sunshine.Blue Halos Chapter 5 in Fan Fiction More Like This
Bart should be among them, I thought. And it was because of me I wasn't.
I thought I saw him at one point; there was a boy around his height and build, with blonde hair and a blue shirt, dashing around laughing. For a moment my breath turned to glass in my throat, but then the boy turned round. It wasn't Bart. He looked nothing like him.
I sighed and walked on.
I easily found my way to the room Krusty directed me to. Apparantly, they thought it would be better for Bart to have his privacy, at least for the time being, rather than be put on the children's ward. Fortunately, nobody paid me any heed as I entered the hospital, nobody interrupted my entering his quarters, and nobody disturbed my short visit. I antiscipated a hand on my shoulder and a stern voice, but it n
Blue Halos, chapter 3"A lot too take in, huh?"Blue Halos, chapter 3 in Fan Fiction More Like This
No kidding. I huffed. "Tell me about it." My head was spinning. I had unwittingly traumatized Bart, then he tried to help me. "I can't even remember how we got started on all this."
"I was telling you the kid's in hospital."
"Oh, good lord.." I hid my face in my hands. Had Cecil got to him? I didn't dare ask.
"Well, so anyway, I was talking to the kid's mom about, y'know, everything, and apparantly Bart just kind of assumed you knew about his efforts and that, so he assumed the two of you had come to a kind of truce, having saved eachother's lives and foiling what's-his-face, and so when you went for him again, he was, well, hurt."
Of course he was, I thought bitterly.
"His mom was talking about the hypnosis," Krusty went on, "saying it was probably the worst thing you've ever done to him, tricking him into killing his hero - not blowing my own trumpet here - when he was the only person who tried to help you and, after his sister gave up, still believed in you
Blue Halos, chapter 2"Sorry 'bout that." said Krusty, closing the door and sitting himself back down. "It was just - hey, you look awful, y'know? All pale. You're not gonna throw up, are ya?"Blue Halos, chapter 2 in Fan Fiction More Like This
I laughed a little. I suppose I was shaken up. I hadn't been thinking of Bart un-homicidely lately.
"I'm fine. Please, continue what you were saying. I - I need to know if..." if he's all right I finished silently.
"Hmm, where was I? Auyeah. Nightmares and that. Well, he got worse. He wasn't wetting the bed or anything, but he he'd be too scared to sleep, and when he did sleep he'd wake up. He dreamed about getting killed, sometimes tortured, by you, and he got paranoid too, and was hallucinating. Convinced you were gonna come along any day and finish the job. There was some other stuff as well, but apparantly it was pretty minor, just vomiting when he woke up and dizzy spells and that. But, weirdly enough, after a few weeks, he got back to normal, as if it had all reached it's climax and he got over it.
"He told his
Blue Halos Chapter 7No, was what instantly came to me. No. Not suicide. I've been through this over and over. No running away. Bart didn't turn his back on me, therefore I'd be damned before I did so to him.Blue Halos Chapter 7 in Fan Fiction More Like This
I sniffed and quickened my pace, noticing the dark clouds that were looming, threatening to burst at any second. May as well show up at the studio, I thought. Work my backside off for the best part of today in favour of moping around the flat, thinking and feeling and god, pining for the one thing in this world that I couldn't have, that I wouldn't allow myself to have.
So to the studio I went, dividing my time between a short staffed news broadcast and a live gameshow.
After about 3 hours of solid working, I took a quick break. I was in an empty neglected room, smoking, flicking ash into an Itchy and Scratchy ashtray - why a cartooned ashtray would appeal to anyone escaped me, in fact I wouldn't be surprised if it was taken off the market for encouraging kids to smoke - and idly studying my surroundi
Blue Halos Chapter 6"I reckon, the best thing you can do right now," Krusty advised, "is wait."Blue Halos Chapter 6 in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Wait?" I repeatedly tiredly.
"Uh-huh. Wait. So you know the score, if he's going up and down, getting better or worse, then when the dust dies, you can go about apologizing. That's what Mel said, anyways."
I gave a start. "You've told Sideshow Mel?"
"He already knew the half of it anyways, remember. It doesn't make much difference that he knows how you reacted to it."
"So, better adopt a wait-and-see attitude, right?
"But, for how long?" I moaned. "Weeks, months? What will I do with myself? I'll go crazy worrying."
"Uhh, lemme see I dunno...you could uhh, get a job?"
I thought about it. "Yes, fair enough...oh, but wouldn't it set Bart back if he knew I was out and about, living and working in his hometown? I mean, you know, Springfield is one of those towns where everyone knows everyone, everyone talks...If someone were to recognize me, it's bound to get back to Bart."
"Then, move out of Springf
Blue Halos chapter 4I had to see Bart.Blue Halos chapter 4 in Fan Fiction More Like This
If only it was that simple, though.
I had been tossing and turning all night, twisting the sheets up, replaying Krusty's words in my head like a stuck record.
Hallucinating, nightmares, paranoid...that was not the Bart Simpson I thought I knew.
Then again, what did I expect? I had tried to kill him, I've lost count how many times, and I made it clear that I'd resent him for the rest of my life...of course that would be bother him. It would bother anyone, especially a ten year old child.
I sat up, pushing my hair out of my face. I felt heavy and I supposed I craved sleep, but it was impossible without the slightest peace of mind. Krusty thought I would be comforted by the fact that he might get better now, but it wasn't enough. I couldn't cope with the fact that Bart had suffered so much just for my perverted pleasure.
God, what if that glass had cut right into him? Right into his heart?
I groaned. Those hideous thoughts had been upsetting me all night. The two most d
GirlsSome girls are friskyGirls in Free Verse More Like This
some are rude
others are evil
some are pure sweetness
If only I could find myself a girl...
Dark n' StormyDark n' Stormy in Free Verse More Like This
I would love
a cocktail or
my hive Queen...
Even though we may be miles apart...
...we'll still be together...
Tiny Dancer"Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the bandTiny Dancer in Free Verse More Like This
Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man
Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand
And now she's in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand..."~Elton John
"Why?" she argued inside her head, the voice softly intoning in her fragile mind. "You weren't good enough. You're never good enough." "It's not fair...she...she said..." "SHE LIED, OKAY?! SHE LIED TO YOU, LIKE EVERYONE ELSE!!! Get that through your thick head, you'll never find real love. People will always use saps like you." "I'm not a sap...leave me alone..." "Interested in you...interested in you?! WHO WOULD EVER BE INTERESTED IN A DRIBBLING SHIT LIKE YOU?! WHAT PERSON, GIRL OR BOY, WOULD EVER CARE ABOUT YOU?! The boy just wanted a portrait...the girl wanted a bed..." "No...they loved me..." She then grabbed the pendant and her ring, slashing them both against the window glass. Shatters everywhere. "They both hated you...they never wanted you...NO ONE
BeckyBecky in Free Verse More Like This
to my Neptune
to my Psyche...
to my popcorn...
I don't know what I'd do without her
and if anyone criticizes me,
or says "it's not natural" for us
to be together...
Fuck them. They don't matter.
Good night, my love.
Oh, and P.S.: Follow your heart on this--it will show you the way.
pregnancypregnancy in Free Verse More Like This
of her voluptuous
...sweet bulging pregnant bellies...
...so round and...
Castles on the sandThe cold will leave a terrible sunburn.Castles on the sand in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Hilarious and funny contradiction.
Long time ago I refused to learn
That love is stronger much than drug addiction.
Inject it under skin deep on my hand,
The dream that's on the very top of needle.
I thought you'd love me right until the end,
But you are leaving right before the middle.
I keep on building castles on the sand,
This useless building seems to be eternal.
I'm holding as a gun in trembling hand
My inner fears with the sharpest corners.
Believe me, everything will be alright,
Believe me, everything is getting better.
You don't need to worry day and night,
Forget your fear - from now it doesn't matter.
My dream was sweet but it was made of sand,
Away too quickly through my fingers running
Escape was just a trip to La La Land
My future's unpredictable and cunning.
Your glance and touch became my daily bread
I lost them after breaking the connection.
And as a raven I have changed wingspread,
I need not much to get a satisfaction.
We just refuse to take each other as we areWe love just once, in other cases play a gameWe just refuse to take each other as we are in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Without sincerity, without understanding.
Long time ago I'd claim I'll never be the same
But now I see this circle will be never ending.
We put the marks each other by the body shapes
Too blind to understand what truly real force is
We live in prison from which everyone escapes
But into different, their own univerces.
We know that every risk will have its own hazard,
And some of our crushes wouldn't have a sequel.
But to admit it feels completely very hard.
We all are different but we as well are equal.
We just refuse to take each other as we are.
For we believe we have somebody perfect fitting.
But in reality we never get as far.
We drown the boat where we're all together sitting.
Tired of attempts of suicideI was too attentive to detailsTired of attempts of suicide in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Playing with my senses heads and tails
But when I was losing I was ready to destroy
Everything I played with like a toy.
How many secrets should I hide,
How many letters should I write
To discover something that is giving chance to trust
That I won't be buried under dust?
How many roads should I ride,
How many parts should I divide into
Tired of attempts of suicide?
Illness that no one will ever treat
How many spells should I repeat
Although I cannot believe that any of these spells
Ever makes me feeling something else?
Where should I finally arrive
For becoming one more time alive?
Now I wonder if it's wrong or right
Making future colorful and bright
Making past forgotten and without any need
When the present dies before it bleed.
How many tickets should I buy?
How many tears should I cry?
Something makes me feel that I am losing all my pride
Tired of attempts of suicide.
How many pictures should I paint?
How many years should I wait?
What can make me ha
Keep me away from coldFeelings I never sold,Keep me away from cold in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
More than I ever buy.
Keep me away from cold,
Making me warm and dry.
Oceans of tears I cry,
But nobody hears.
Take me up to the sky,
Keep me away from fears.
No more I am getting old.
Hug me tight and forever stay!
Always keep me away from cold,
Do not let it blow me away!
SnowflakesA snowflakeSnowflakes in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Is falling on the ground
It's not a fake
Like everything around
I see it, it is clear
It's falling into the cold lake
Without any fear
It awakes, it awakes
But now it's spring,
You know everything
What can it make?
There is a hole
In my imagination
Believe in happy nation
I have a dream
To make the planet peaceful
But people scream:
"Don't ever look at this fool!
Don't look at this fool!"
Like a robber
Dreams you make, pills you take
When you are depressed
It's October fest
What can it make?
The great invasionChapter 2, Springfield periphery:The great invasion in General Fiction More Like This
End of 5th to 6th of July.
It was completely night.
The sky was dark now, the power plant was destroyed, and the city was completely immersed in the dark, many stars were shining in a humid and black sky, even the Milky Way was visible.
There was a conjunction between Jupiter and Mars, which were about to set.
The group was moving up to the Springfield outskirts, more precisely up to Mount Springfield.
The letters of the Springfield name were still untouched, creating a big contrast between them and the whole city, which was only a cluster of ruins.
Lisa looked at her phosphorescent watch, it was almost midnight.
After a moment she communicated to the group:-I think it's better if we stop here for the night, but it's only a discussible opinion of mine, so I'd propose this: when someone has something to say for the group, we'll vote.
For now I've a proposition: we are going to stay here for the night.
Who agrees with me can lift up his/her hand, plus if
A new lifeChapter 5, Merry Christmas!:A new life in General Fiction More Like This
It was past some months since when Lisa and Maggie first came to L.A.
In this period Lisa better knew Javier, and now he was her only friend.
In the meantime, especially thank to work, her exhibitions, and her ability to socialize, Maggie knew a lot of people.
The biggest difference between Lisa and Maggie is in how much they socialize, in fact Lisa, as we know, is a very introvert and sensible person, while Maggie usually likes knowing a lot of guys.
Maggie wasn't superficial, but her problem was that she could not stand being alone.
A Sunday of November, Lisa was wandering on the internet, when she saw a call from her mother.
Lisa answered, Marge said, in the video call, kilometers far from her daughter:- Lisa!
Why haven't you been calling for days?-
It's because I've been busy.
How's it going there?-
I called you, because I want to invite you and Maggie here, for Christmas.
Do you come?-
-I don't know mom.
Diary of a punishmentDay 0, April 27:Diary of a punishment in General Fiction More Like This
Hey guys, I wanted to write this story, because I wanted to tell you about my experience with the worst punishment a person can suffer.
Usually I didn't mind about punishments, my parents gave me an hell of them, I even can say that I spent my whole life being in kinds of punishments, seriously, but this, this was absolutely the worst, trust me.
And last, but not least, don't blame me if I make any grammar or orthography error, at the end you know me, one time I even made a mistake, writing "elementery" instead of elementary.
All this crazy story starts the 27th of April, while I was at school, and mrs Krabappel was teaching a Math lesson, I was looking out of the window, waiting, in vane, for an interesting event.
Milhouse, officially, was at home with a severe temperature, but in fact, he was at school, but not in the class, waiting for eleven o' clock, just like me.
We had something ready, that we projected for the last two days, and the only thing I hoped now was t
The great invasionChapter 1:The great invasion in General Fiction More Like This
The weather was so sunny and hot, in that day of July, that going out of home was almost forbidden.
Light was dazzling and hotness suffocating.
Bart was in his room, wearing only his pants, playing Titanfall with his computer, his team was winning and he was first, with 60 points already, in the half of the game.
Playing, almost uninterruptedly, with this game for a month made him become a very good player.
Lisa was exercising with her saxophone and, as usual, all the others closed their room doors, because the girl was always annoying with her instrument.
It was the half of the morning, and Marge was advantaging with lunch, preparing it now, she wanted to be free for some minutes, later.
Marge will never be free as she wanted to do, in fact when she was about to finish cooking, she heard a roar coming from the road, and some other weird noises.
Bart and the others reached Marge, Homer asked first:- what the hell was that?!?-
Marge said an obviousness:- the only
EQD Writer's Training Grounds #001: DreamShyAs far as Berry Punch was concerned, this was a pretty good place to be. The sun was shining brightly on the green hill, and she was surrounded by beautiful, classical buildings and statues, of graceful mares and strong stallions, the edges of their tunics gilded with pure gold, of a very fine quality, and with exquisite artistry, and Berry was paying no attention to them whatsoever. The fountain of wine beneath the olive tree's shade was absorbing all of her concentration.EQD Writer's Training Grounds #001: DreamShy in Short Stories More Like This
The wine in this particular fountain was deep red and silky, and seemed to far surpass the last one she'd drunk out of, a few yards away. That fountain had been overflowing with a sprightly white wine, which in turn had seemed greatly superior to the sparkling rosé in the fountain that had preceded it. Had Berry been paying attention, she might have spotted a pattern between all sixteen of the fountains she had drunk out of. As it was, she was merely savouring the moment until …
Looking up from her dar
The Warner PrincessesThe carriage ride from Canterlot Station to the Royal Castle still felt strange to Shining Armor. As a foal, he'd walked the trip often with his family, whenever they'd gone on a trip to the countryside for a picnic or to hike on Foal Mountain. Later, he'd bashed the cobbles so often, as a cadet, a corporal, a sergeant, parading and patrolling, working his way through the ranks. He knew the way and he knew the street. Shops came, pavements changed, but Canterlot's road system had always kept its pattern and would do for years to come.The Warner Princesses in Humor More Like This
But now, he was rattling over those gleaming cobbles in a silk-lined coach, with his wife sitting opposite him. It was strange to think that the soldiers under his command were actually pulling the Crystal Coach, and stranger yet to think that the smiling alicorn, looking out of the windows and waving to the ponies in the street as they passed, had ever agreed to be his wife.
The really strange part, though, was the silk lining. The Crystal Ponies had bee
EQD WTG #015: Breakfast in Canterlot“Good morning, Luna.”EQD WTG #015: Breakfast in Canterlot in General Fiction More Like This
“Good morning to thee, sister of mine!”
“Inside voice, Luna. Remember, the old days are past.”
“What, dear sister of mine, is this brown beverage?”
“Ah, I thought you might like it. It's made from a Koom crop, but it was mainly developed by Griffons. They call it coffee.”
“Have we no wine? Remember the days of old, sister. We drank wine with every meal then.”
“The old days are past. Besides, we have to be role models for our subjects.”
“So it would seem. In the old days, our subjects also drank wine with every meal.”
“If they could afford it. And they hardly ever drank it with breakfast.”
“That is as may be. I distinctly remember it being my practise to drink wine with breakfast.”
“You usually got up at one in the afternoon, took an hour in the bathroom and then ate. Also, your head and liver are
EQD WTG #003: The Line of PowerPrincess Twilight Sparkle listened sympathetically as Pinkie Pie and Applejack – but mainly Pinkie Pie – gave her the long version of their family road and river trip. “So, Goldie Delicious couldn't help you?” she commiserated. “Well, that's a shame.”EQD WTG #003: The Line of Power in Humor More Like This
“Darn tootin' it was,” Applejack agreed. “But we learned about ourselves, about our family, and we know we're glad ter have Pinkie in the fold with us!”
“And we got a free waggon!” Pinkie added. “Don't forget the free waggon!”
“And a new entry for the Journal!” Twilight briefly drummed her hooves on the floor in excitement. “The book's growing even faster than I'd hoped!” She looked over her shoulder at the Journal, which lay, open, on what appeared to be a stand with two stumpy purple scaled legs.
“Yeah,” the stand grunted. “Somehow, I could tell.”
“Well, I gotta git back ter the farm,” Applejack
A Simpsons' Christmas (prologue)A Simpsons' ChristmasA Simpsons' Christmas (prologue) in Sketches More Like This
Marge: Homie, can you go down with the kids to buy a Christmas tree? I have to do the Christmas shopping. (Christmas the year before had been not much short of a failure due to the fact that Homer forgot to do the Christmas shopping)
Homer: Do I HAVE to??? *Homer moaned*
Marge: It's Christmas tomorrow, and I don't want this family to have another 'crisis'. *Marge glanced sternly at Homer*
Lisa: Can we Dad?
Bart: Yeah, c'mon Homer!
Homer: But I wanna watch the game!
Marge: Homie, please? *Marge waited for Homer's response*
Bart: Nevermind Mom. Just let the fatso watch his gam-
Homer: WHY YOU LITTLE! *Homer strangled Bart*
Bart: ACK!! URRK! GACK!!!
Marge: HOMER! You're going to get that tree and no more television for the rest of the day!!!
Lisa: Thanks Mom.
Bart: Come on big boy! *Bart laughed at Homer*
Homer: Watch it, boy! *Homer opened the front door and walked outside*
Lisa: Can I pick which tree we get, Dad?
Bart: NO! Mom
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Homer: Everyone ready? *Homer stopped singing*
Lisa: Yes, Dad! *Lisa looked at Bart as if to say, 'You better say yes!'*
Homer: OK then! Off we go! WOOHOO!!!
Bart: I thought you didn't want to come!
Homer: That's in the past, boy! Just like "The Ghost of Christmas Future"!
Lisa: Dad, don't you mean "Past"?
Homer: Past what?
Lisa: The Ghos- Oh never mind! Can we go now!
Homer: Go where?
Lisa: Urgh! To get the Christmas tree!!!
Homer: Oh right! *Homer laughed*
Homer: Why Won't You Work *Homer tried to start the car*
Homer: COME ON! *Homer banged his fist against the steering wheel*
Homer: If this is another one of your pran- *Homer's car started*
Bart: I didn't do nothin'! *Bart grinned a big cheesy grin at Homer*
Homer: Let's see what's on. *Homer switched on the radio*
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Bart: I'm okay!
Homer: No! I'm not ok! *Homer sobbed*
Lisa: What is it, Dad!?!
Homer: I'll never get the lifetime supply of bottled water!!!!
Lisa: Ok, at least we're all ok
Homer: I didn't hear the address I was supposed to send my details to! Why is life so cruel! *Homer wailed loudly*
Bart: We're never gonna get the stupid tree!
Seymour: Good Lord! Is everyone ok?! *Seymour leaped out of his car to aid the Simpsons* (Seymour had been driving past when Homer crashed. Seymour had been out doing errands for Agnes)
Bart: Could it get any worse?
Lisa: Yes, Principal Skinner. Everyone is fine.
Seymour: Let me at least give you a ride home.
Lisa: We weren't going home, we were going to get a Christmas tree. I guess we'll have to walk there now.
Homer: Walk!?! *Homer and Bart groaned*
Seymour: I'm on my way to buy a Christmas tree for Mother. Want to come along?
Lisa: Thank you for the kind offer but we coul-
I Know What To DoI've come to a decision.I Know What To Do in Free Verse More Like This
I don't need to think, I just need to do.
It could be lust, but most likely
But, if I tell the world, there isn't
Any looking back, not one peek.
I could give up, or I could keep on making
My way down each path to find the one,
That best fits my needs, not my wants.
Even if every single one I go on,
Leads me no where.
Would I regret it if I told them?
Or would they learn to accept it,
As would I.
I wish I knew my place,
What I should do to keep me happy.
You, How Do You Do This Thing To Me?Feeling a tingling sensation in my legs,You, How Do You Do This Thing To Me? in Free Verse More Like This
Just walking up to meet you.
And when we were heart to heart
For the first time I told you.
I feel you in me,
And I dont even know you.
I felt you in my mind
Before I ever thought of it.
And you're stuck there,
Just like gum stuck on cement.
I wouldn't say it gets annoying,
but it never feels right.
I feel so upset.
Sometimes, I know
Im all alone,
You were all I had.
I was all yours.
You were all mine.
Fuck You, Positive People. When I post up my art, whether the art is sad or happy or angry, I do it for me. Not for the watches or llama badges. I don't really like people commenting and shoving their sunshine and sympathy down my throat.Fuck You, Positive People. in Philosophical More Like This
I post something about suicide. So what? So most people's responses are this: 'You have a WHOLE life ahead of you, SUICIDE? NO, what about the life you leave behind? Your loved one's & friends would be depressed & you would've let your Hopes & Dreams Fade into the darkness, which is CHEATING life. I just want to encourage you to succeed your dreams.' What if my dream is to die? What then? HA, didn't think about that, bitch, did you?
I post something about cutting. So what? So most people's responses are this: 'Why do you do that to yourself? Does it feel good? Are you doing it for attention? I could help you, note me if you want!' Hm, does cutting yourself sound like it'l
A continuous journey...May the cup that fills my spirit,A continuous journey... in Free Verse More Like This
be the one I drink from
to satisfy the thirst of my soul,
Instead of overflowing my body
In the waters of
a worldly river.
May the treasures that lure me
not be seen with my physical eyes
and weight in gold,
but only be known
with the eyes of my soul,
as it is rediscovered.
May my body and it's desires
become less fundamental
to my existence.
May my mind conduct me
to places of service, instead of...
Places of self-satisfaction.
May my spirituality,
not be a coded word
but a way of fulfillment...
...In my Father's eyes,
along side my brothers and sisters
in this our journey in life!
She is all that I am...!She was a dream but I failed to see.She is all that I am...! in Free Verse More Like This
I drawn myself in the blue waters of her eyes,
She was of my making, so perfect indeed.
A thousand stars could not be as bright
as her smiles and the twinkle in her eyes,
She was of my making, so perfect indeed.
She was the creation between
My paper and my ink,
She was of my making, so perfect indeed.
I draw her wings,
and around my world she flew,
Orbiting circles around my heart.
She was of my making, so perfect indeed!
Pulling me closer and closer,
Untill I knew nothing else,
She was my all but I wasn't hers... Or so I thought...
Every day I became more depending
Of her shinning bright light,
Little did I know, it was almost time for good-byes.
She was of my making, so perfect indeed.
But she kissed me one morning,
With passion I had never known,
touched me in ways... I did not know exist!
She was of my making, so perfect indeed.
At that moment I knew,
Love, care, lust and all in between
She was of my making, s
My heart calls your NameYou oh Creator of all,My heart calls your Name in Free Verse More Like This
Who don't deny me council
base on the ignorance of my words
but visits the dormitory of my soul
and speak instead to my heart.
You who have impose seasons
upon the earth's environment.
So that it might go through it's life giving cycle,
then allowing it to rest and prepare for the
birth in the spring,
You to which stars are known by name
and to which Cherubim give glory day and night,
You high above all which inhabit the earth and the skies
across infinitive universes.
To you Creator of all that is energy
And giver of all that is love,
I thank for my existence
and I celebrate the fact that You are all knowing
For where can man made intelligence take us
If there is not Your spark living in our heart...?
What can our self-proclaimed wisdom advise
if it is blind of you knowledge and scarce of your love...?
I ask only for what is most important to me:
I ask only that you seek in my heart and
Show me the ways to make of it
In the End In the EndIn the End in Free Verse More Like This
The things that I've learned
and the things that I've lost
go hand in hand
I'm just surprised I still miss them
this far past the end.
Ceremonials CeremonialsCeremonials in Free Verse More Like This
Only if for one night
When we wait
For that first light
Only if for one night
When you held me in your arms
And kissed my lips
Brushed through my hair with your finger tips
And only if for one night
When you shared your heart
And when I handed over mine
And that one night
When you knew just what to say
And one night
When the rose petals
Said what you couldn't
And that one night
That I would never take back
And when we didn't need to talk
For we each knew what each other would say
And for just one night
I wish you could stay
And wait to see the sun
And be with me in the day.
Magic MagicMagic in Free Verse More Like This
The playful swirling blue
On a soft summer day
When the sun and water play
The bubbles that float around me
Each with its own zest
Say "look up
Look at the sun."
And through the blue shimmers
I see the sun's
That flood the water
With what I can only call magic.