TMNT-RingTMNT-Ring in Romance More Like This
Donatello darted from building to building, not letting the shadow below in the alleyways escape from his view. It was only ten minutes ago that Donatello had heard an alarm go off from a nearby building. A man had ran out with a bag of stolen goods and the mutant knew he couldn’t just let that go.
The ninja knew when he got home he’d probably get an ear full from his brothers and rat father, but he couldn’t just let this man get away with burglary. Not on his watch. Donatello flew from the top of the building he was on and landed gracefully in front of the burglar. The man gasped and turn to escape, but Donatello was faster.
In one swift move, the mutant swung his bo staff around and knocked the man clean off his feet. Upon hitting the ground, the mutant could tell the man had been knocked out cold. But to be sure, Donatello poked him with the tip of his staff.
“Serves ya right.” Donatello could hear sirens nearby and he turned to leave. He stopped, curio
TMNT-Cliche“Are we there yet?”TMNT-Cliche in Romance More Like This
“Can I open my eyes now?”
“Love you too.”
Donatello led April O’Neil through the cold autumn night, the icy air brushing against their skin. He had set up for this moment for over a month, and nothing was going to ruin it. Not his brothers, not Splinter, not the Purple Dragons, Foot Clan, and most importantly, not the Shredder. This night belonged to Donatello and Donatello alone.
He stopped leading the red head girl and April struggled to peek through Donatello’s hands. The mutant felt himself grin, proud at how smooth everything was going for him.
“Can I open my eyes NOW?”
Donatello dropped his hands and April gasped. He had found a place in the local dump to set down a blanket and picnic. He had rewired an old T.V and DVD player and searched for a good movie the two of them could watch. It wasn’t the most romantic s
TMNT-The ScientistCome up to meet you, tell you I'm sorryTMNT-The Scientist in Drama More Like This
You don't know how lovely you are.
It was a quarter past midnight and New York City had never been quieter. It was as though the city felt Donatello’s pain. Understood how he needed silence to concentrate. To get a hold of his emotions and mind. And he was grateful for that.
Dodging from shadow to shadow in the grassy part of the city, Donatello finally came to the spot he was looking for. He didn’t need a map to find this place or be told any directions. He knew it by heart. And the turtle knew it was engraved in it like a pathetic map he never wanted to throw away.
Donnie stood in front of the slab of stone in complete silence, not caring who could or could not see him. This was his moment, his place, and no one will ever take that away from him. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he finally found what he thought were the right words to say. “Hey, April. Nice night. isn’t it?”
TMNT-HoroscopeDonatello was a science man. A fact man. If you talked to him about something, he had to know the facts. Where the statistics came from. Which meant that if you gave him some piece of magic or hocus-pocus crap, he’d just tell you “that’s nice” and go back to inventing.TMNT-Horoscope in Romance More Like This
When Donatello turned to the horoscope section of the newspaper that day, he couldn’t help but stop and glance at what could be his horoscope. Taking the day he and his brothers had mutated into mind, he knew it was just a waste of time to look up the small description of how his day could go. He and his brothers might share the same mutation day, but their birthdays could be a whole different day. And besides, horoscopes were just full of garbage to get people all psyched up for something that has a huge possibility of not even happening.
The mutant rolled his eyes. People got so carried away with the vague description set for each sign. It was written that way so anyone could take it into
TMNT-SilenceIt had been a long day for April and all she wanted more than anything in the world was for some peace and quiet. She supposed it had been a bad idea going down to visit her turtle friends, since none of them seem to understand the concept of what ‘peace and quiet’ was. Well, except for Splinter, but still.TMNT-Silence in Romance More Like This
But yet, there she was. Sitting in the turtles’ living room and listening to the never ending chatter of her most trusted friend, Donatello. He was going on about some new invention he was making and using an incredible discovery he had uncovered while digging around the local dump.
April’s head buzzed with the beginning of a headache. What was that about coding? To be honest, she had stopped listening to the turtle somewhere after ‘ectoplasmic egg beater.’ And even though she had been reduced to nodding and some “ugh huh”s now and then, he didn’t seem to lose the excitement or speed of his chatter. She felt bad, because normally
TMNT-FrecklesTMNT-Freckles in General Fiction More Like This
April O’Neil had never liked her freckles. She had so many splattered on her face thanks to her pale complexion when she was younger and had been severely bullied by them. The red head shuddered as she remembered those days.
It was when she wore glasses and had braces. Her freckles were just the icing on top. She recalled how they called her ‘pizza face’ and joked about how ‘somewhere in Africa, a cheetah was missing its spots.’ The worse was when someone joked that God had sneezed all over her face when she was a baby. It mortified her for years.
After being so badly teased, the teen made it her goal to have little to no freckles at all. If she went outside, she lathered on sun block. She wore hats. She did everything to keep the sun from creating more damned spots on her face.
April’s Dad had told her that her freckles were what made her beautiful. That they were angel kisses. She loved those stories her dad told her but they just couldn’t dr
TMNT-ExhaleThey say that if you love someone, you should let them go. Like if you take in a sick bird and nurse it back to health. In the end, you release it. But deep down, you hope it comes back because during that time, you learned to love that bird. You cared about that bird. And even though you want that bird to be free and happy, you also want it there with you.TMNT-Exhale in Romance More Like This
That's how Donatello felt when it came to April O'Neil. She was his sick bird. The bird he helped nurture until the Kraang were defeated and they saved April's dad. After all those years and time together, she was healed and could be released back into the world.
Donatello didn't want her to leave. Didn't want to let her go. She was his. He was so in love with her, it hurt. He didn't know how to go back to 'normal,' whatever that was. He couldn't recall life before the beautiful red head came into it. His life revolved around her.
So when her dad came back into the picture, he knew it was time to say goodbye. She was a young woman,
TMNT-DandelionTMNT-Dandelion in General Fiction More Like This
The cool breeze caressed Donatello’s skin like icy fingers. Autumn was approaching New York City and the snow would be falling soon. He didn’t know how he and his brothers would manage patrol with the winter approaching, but they could figure it out. They always did.
The mutant took a step, and for the first time in a long while was able to appreciate the silence while he was on patrol by himself. With the bustling city in the background, he had him and his thoughts to keep himself company.
Naturally, his mind shifted over to a certain red head in his life. April O’Neil seemed to always be on Donnie’s mind. Somehow he could be thinking one thing and it’d end up with her in the back of his subconscious. He could be inventing something or drawing out blue prints and suddenly her face is all he could see. It was frustrating, but deep down the mutant wouldn’t trade his thoughts for the world.
Donatello stopped where he was on the roof of a skyscraper, su
TMNT-SupportDonatello paused outside of the green curtain, uncertainty building up inside of his stomach. He gulped and suddenly wondered if it had been a good idea to go there that night. After everything that had happened...The ninja sighed and finally opened the curtains a tad with hesitation.TMNT-Support in Romance More Like This
Nothing. He pulled the curtains back more and poked his head into the makeshift room meant for the red head. Donatello knew he should give the girl her space...but after the run in with Karai that day...he had to make sure she was okay.
To the mutant's left, a futon had been pushed into the corner of the room, a single lamp giving the right amount of light sat beside white pillow. A hole in the ceiling where a street lamp from afar shot light through the hole and into the sewer. April's laptop was plugged into an extension chord and the place where her fan would be remained empty.
Donatello knitted his brow and crawled into the room, closing the curtain behind him. Her room was empty. No sign of
TMNT-Never AloneI waited for you today,TMNT-Never Alone in Romance More Like This
But you didn't show.
It was funny how the supposedly best night of your life could turn into a nightmare. Then again, that seemed to happen a lot to April O'Neil. Right when something good happens to her, it gets yanked away.
No, no, no...
I needed you today,
So where did you go?
April watched the kids through the window on the roof of the auditorium. The girls in their bright coloured gowns and the boys in tuxes either too big or too small on them danced all over the room...she should be down there enjoying her time, not sitting on the roof in the cold. She should be enjoying her Prom, not hiding from it...
You told me to call,
Said you'd be there.
And though I haven't seen you,
Are you still there?
Her eyes went from one boy to the next, sadness in her eyes. She had been asked there by a guy...a guy that didn't think she was some freak for once. She thought that she finally found a guy that she could maybe call her own without it being som
My SweetWhen you're gone,My Sweet in Free Verse More Like This
I find myself missing you much like a child misses home.
You are the frosting on my cake
The sugar in my tea
The lemon to my lime
You are my breath of fresh air
My shinning star
My reason to wake
You truly do complete me
I long to just simply hug you
Hold you gently in my arms
Run my fingers through your soft hair
I long for your sweet kisses
And ever so loving touch
It is my wish to sleep beside you every night
Only to wake next to you every morning
Just to see your beautiful face
To gaze into your loving, warm eyes and loose myself
I pray that I never have to miss a single beat of our life together
For this is what they call true love
April 1st 2009©
The Growing SoreThe starsThe Growing Sore in Free Verse More Like This
The same ones
That cover me
The same ones
That I can see
Hide in darkness and gloom for you
Sitting under the same dark sky
When feelings no longer hide
Sitting under the same night sky
Hoping to survive
Bringing out the truth
Of me, of you, of us
Under reality confused
July 27th 2006©
Rain With A Side Of MemoriesHearing the droplets hit the groundRain With A Side Of Memories in Free Verse More Like This
Smelling the fresh water as it falls
It's raining outside
The windows are left open
Causing full effect
The breeze sends a memorable chill
Down my spine
The kind you get
When falling in love
I think of him
And the years gone by
The Oregon weather
Always did remind me of him
Yes, part of the reason I like it here
So very much
Only moments have passed
Since we last spoke
On the phone
Yet it feels like
The shuffling in my mind
Causes memories to stir
Always cause and effect
Fell in love
Hid our feelings
Became true friends
And are now
I shake my head and smile
We saw it coming
Just like the rain
November 7th 2006©
To You And Cherished MemoriesWe are taught that the past is the pastTo You And Cherished Memories in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
But shall always remain with us
Teaching us those little lessons
That become trapped inside our heads
So in times of chaos
We can remember the familiar treads
As to not step upon ancient history
And repeat what was said
Learning to forgive
Yet never to forget
Finding that reason to live
And living with no regrets
Cherishing every single moment
While breathing in the memories
Knowing, that some day
Away they will begin to slip
Leaving us here
To hold on to what is left
Seconds become minutes
Those minutes become days
Before we know it
Time begins to fade away
Dreams become heavier
Leaving reality astray
But knowing that youll always be there
Even through thick and thin
Makes everything worth while
Youre like a breath of fresh air
We are taught that the past is the past
But shall always remain with us
So heres to you my love,
The memories weve created
And the memories that lay ahead
March 9th 2009
The Importance of Being YouI once had hopeThe Importance of Being You in Free Verse More Like This
That could only be found
In that false reality
Deep within the depths of my mind
And then you showed up in my life
Slowing turning things around
You keep me sane
Always there for me
Calming the intensity
Of the inner flame
You hold me up
If Im feeling down
You catch me
If I trip or fall
You protect me
When I am afraid
And shelter me
During those dark days
Youre my best friend
Someone I can count on and trust
Youre my one true love
Someone I can share my life and dreams with
So much more to it then lust
When making love
I can feel the intertwining of our souls
There is that unexplainable
That want, desire, need to simply be together
That intense pull between us
Keeps me alive
You are my reason for living
You were the voice helping me survive
In such dark times
You are simply my everything
The cause of happy rhythms
The thought of us puts a smile on my face
I see us together for always
I am no longer a lonely wanderer in this world
For I have found my
Broken Made Things ClearSuch a broken voice have IBroken Made Things Clear in Free Verse More Like This
But you are still everything
My reason to live
My reason to breath
Reason is what you give
Reason is what I now see
Such a broken heart have I
But you still hold the key
The key to it all
The key that sets me free
Catching me when I fall
Youre always there for me
When hope was lost
You were there
Helping me survive
Not worried of the cost
You brought me to life
You seemed fearless
While holding nothing inside
Not a moment wed miss
Seeing through each others eyes
Such a broken voice have I
Such a broken heart have I
Yet you were there when I was scared
You were there when I cried
With you life was the dare
You always had me try
And never said good-bye
You see me when I bleed
You are what I need
June 3rd 2006©
Things Have ChangedMy heart is achingThings Have Changed in Free Verse More Like This
But you don't feel the pain
My heart is breaking
But you can't hear the sound
My spirit is slipping
Holding on to the remains
My spirit is lost
Between two worlds, bound
You were my life
You were my dream
Now you're my strife
Driving me insane
Yet, though it all
Deep in the darkness
My name falls
From his lips
No longer from yours
My shoulder embraced
By his touch
As he opens new doors
You were my life
You were my dream
Now you're my strife
Driving me insane
My heart screams for him
Now leaving you in the dark
The choice you have made
So I choose to fade
Into his arms
No longer searching for yours
My wings have been fixed
By him alone
No longer, are you my cure
Now he is my life
I'm living a dream
All is right
Yet never what it seems
April 4th 2007©
Love Just IsInside there is this craving I cannot seem to satisfyLove Just Is in Free Verse More Like This
I feel as if there is this hole deep within my heart
No one understands me quite like you, my love
But I am here without you and so I am incomplete
Such a strange disposition we have put ourselves in
The nights are the worst seeming so long
Yet, they are what I look forward to the most
For when sun sets and the moon rises
It seems only then do I get to hear your soft voice
You are my addiction, much like sweet honey
And that luscious raspberry syrup, the color of blood
My new life lies with you, and only you
I had for so long hidden everything I had felt
But now I find myself lost in the essence of us
The reality of us has become this endulgence
That my sanity thrives of off each second
That passes by when we're not together
Lost and delirious I have become without you
You are the only one who can pull me from the dark
Countless times I have fallen from the sky
And you have been there to catch me
Without you I would simply become no
Insomniac WallInsomnia, for me, it's much like a lovely handcrafted doorInsomniac Wall in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Made of the strongest redwood one can find
Blocking my way into my inner creativity
Somehow I have lost the old-fashioned iron key
And cannot seem to find another way in
Another way of back to being me
I need the sleep to dream
I need the dreams to create
I need to create to be free
Insomnia, my drug abused
Sleep, my drug of choice, and so far out of reach
So for now, I sit locked in this cage
Wings clipped, freedom craved
Oh how I long to once again create
Truth In BelongingYou were so out of touchTruth In Belonging in Free Verse More Like This
Lost without a clue
Signs were sent your way
Still you never knew
Years of dencity
With sun up
And sun down conversations
The friendship intensified
Still you were filled with oblivion
Facts, they were ignored
But you had a fading sence
With a hidden side
Such blissful ignorence
You see it now
Though, still very out of touch
Finally seeing the clues
After I'd had enough
I was your dream come true
You were the prince with the glass shoe
We know now,
That we can make things right
Touching a positive with a negative end
Through the sparks we can now see
That we are not alone in the dark
January 31st 2007©
A Regular Romance - Ch.9: When in DoubtThe entire park was silent. You could hear a pin drop, or a mouse’s footstep. No one breathed. Benson’s mouth hung open and Pops looked close to tears. Rigby and Eileen were clinging so tightly to each other; Mordecai thought they were going to fuse together. The silent co-workers listened to the fire crackle, simply waiting for someone to speak. Muscle Man looked around at his friend’s faces for a moment. Then, very slowly, a grin spread across his face so wide, he looked like the Cheshire Cat.A Regular Romance - Ch.9: When in Doubt in Romance More Like This
“Man… I got you wimps good.”
Pops let out a little whimper. Benson shook his head. “Um, yeah. Good story, Muscle Man… Definitely scary.”
“O-OH YEAH!” Muscle Man guffawed. “You should have seen the looks on your faces!” He laughed loudly, clutching his stomach.
Rigby and Eileen looked at each other for a split second, before shoving away from each other with a start. “Sorry…” Eileen said, rubbing h
A Regular Romance - Ch.1: Friends in Need“UGH! I am so tired of raking up leaves!” Rigby shouted, stabbing another pile of fallen leaves with his rake.A Regular Romance - Ch.1: Friends in Need in Romance More Like This
“Chillax dude, it’s just a little while longer. Soon it’ll be the weekend!” Mordecai said. “And you know what that means?”
The two boys simultaneously shouted:
They blinked at each other.
“Wait… Did you say-?” Rigby faltered.
“You said video games?” Mordecai raised his eyebrow.
“You said the Coffee Shop!”
“Well… I mean-”
“Mordecai!” Rigby shouted.
“Chill dude! We have the whole weekend to do whatever we want. That’s the beauty of it!”
“Whatever…” Rigby sighed, going back to the leaves.
The sky was a pleasant blue and vibrant autumn leaves covered most of the park. Fall was beginning and summer was just on its way out. The idea of summer ending mad
A Regular Romance - Ch.6: Break TimeThe work day was completely brutal for Mordecai and Rigby. Benson piled a ton of extra work on their agenda, and the day still went by so slowly.A Regular Romance - Ch.6: Break Time in Romance More Like This
Benson had just given them yet another dreadful job when Rigby finally spoke up.
“What the heck, Benson?! Why do we have to clean the toilets? You’ve never had us clean them before!”
“You guys have to work more to pay for your guest’s rent,” The gumball machine smirked.
“Are you for rea—”
Mordecai clapped a hand over Rigby’s mouth to silence him. “Sorry Benson. It’s been a long day.”
Benson put up a hand. “It’s fine Mordecai. I understand.” He snickered. “The day seems longer when you have someon—” He coughed, and made a big deal of clearing his throat. “I mean something to look forward to.” He glanced at his clipboard. “So, come see me when you guys are finished with the bathrooms. I have more jobs to kee
A Regular Romance - Ch.2: A Small MistakeThe cart was going faster than it should be, winding through streets and around corners. Mordecai had explained the whole situation to Rigby, who seemed oddly happy about it. He expected his friend to wrinkle his nose at the suggestion of Eileen being in his house all the time, but oddly enough, he was excited to have another friend to play video games with.A Regular Romance - Ch.2: A Small Mistake in Romance More Like This
“It’ll be nice having someone around that I can actually beat,” The raccoon had insisted, avoiding Mordecai’s eyes.
They finally got to the apartment building, where they saw warning signs and people moving boxes of dripping belongings to their cars or storage units. The two dashed inside and ran up the stairs. They stopped right outside the girls’ door, and composed themselves. They glanced at each other, making sure they both looked 100% cool. They gave each other a thumbs up and walked inside the open door.
Mordecai rapped on the door frame. “M-Margaret? It’s Mordecai and R-Rigby!”
A Regular Romance - Ch.7: Roasting on an Open FireThe guys finally got off work, after doing countless jobs for Benson, half of which probably didn’t even need to be done. Naturally, the entire time they had talked about the girls, but they didn’t get very far in their conversations. Most of them just went something like this:A Regular Romance - Ch.7: Roasting on an Open Fire in Romance More Like This
“So… My man, Mordo… You gonna make you mo-ove tonight?”
“Whatever, Rigby. Like you ever make a move…”
“Oh please! I don’t even like Eileen!”
“Whatever you say, dude…”
As soon as they were done, they sprinted to the cart and drove straight to the coffee shop. They drove up to the door and the girls walked up to the cart. The two waitresses looked utterly exhausted, as if they had to run a marathon while getting chased by a semi-truck.
“Are you guys okay?” Mordecai asked in surprise.
Margaret managed a weak smile. “Oh yeah, were fine. Just a hard day’s work at the good ol’ coffee shop&
A Regular Romance - Ch.4: In the MorningIn the morning, Mordecai opened his eyes to see…A Regular Romance - Ch.4: In the Morning in Romance More Like This
Margaret’s face? He jumped and almost fell right off his mattress. His heart raced again. Her breathing was soft and rhythmic; indicating she was still asleep. He stayed put in his bed until she rolled over and stretched. She glanced over at him and whispered “Morning!” with a small smile.
“Good morning!” Mordecai whispered, feeling very much like he was back in grade school. He took the moment to notice that Margaret looked even prettier in the morning than at a normal time in the day. He thought there was some stereotype that girls woke up in the morning with hair all astray and dead-looking faces without their make-up. Margaret obviously doesn’t fit that stereotype, Mordecai thought.
The two got up and examined their sleeping friends. Eileen had rolled over and she was nestled into Rigby, whose arm wrapped around her. The two other friends snickered. “Their blankets must have fallen off
A Regular Romance - Ch.3: BanterMordecai and Rigby dashed inside the house. They had forgotten about Benson! How could I be so stupid? Mordecai thought. They wound around the front door and straight into the family room to find Benson sitting on the couch with Pops and Skips.A Regular Romance - Ch.3: Banter in Romance More Like This
“Benson!” They panted.
“Can we… Talk to you… for a sec?” Mordecai asked between breaths.
“What happened now?” Benson said, raising an eyebrow. He followed them into the kitchen, where he leaned against the counter, checking something on his clipboard. “So? What’s so important?”
Mordecai and Rigby exchanged nervous glances.
“Benson, have I ever told you what a wonderful boss you are? I mean you really-”
“STOP IT!” Benson said, his face already starting to turn red. “Just get to the point already. I have things to do!”
Mordecai took the chance to explain, his words coming out in a rush. “Margaret and Eileen’s apartment f
A Regular Romance - Ch.5: Eileen's GlassesRigby’s nose itched.A Regular Romance - Ch.5: Eileen's Glasses in Romance More Like This
It felt like someone was trying to tickle him with a feather.
He prepared to jump up and karate chop Mordecai to next week, but when he opened his eyes Mordecai wasn’t there. The thing that was tickling his nose was… Eileen’s hair?!
“Ah!” He woke with a start. He thrashed out, pushing Eileen off the mattress and, with the same momentum, knocked himself off too.
They both landed hard on the floor with a Thud! Rigby heard a little Crack! and hoped that it wasn’t Eileen’s bones. He would never forgive himself if he actually hurt her.
He moaned, rubbing his head. As soon as his brain stopped spinning, he immediately jumped up, and ran around the side to Eileen.
“Eileen?!” He shouted. “Are you okay?!”
“Oh yeah, Rigby, I’m fine” She said, somewhat annoyed. To the side of her, she picked up her glasses. A whole lens had cracked off.
“Oh no! Eileen! Your glasses!&
A Regular Romance - Ch.8: The HookmanThe group murmured, looking around at each other, curious as to who was going to go first.A Regular Romance - Ch.8: The Hookman in Romance More Like This
“Alright! I got one!” Muscle Man held up a hand. “You babies better hold onto your diapers…”
He leaned closer to the fire, looking at the group dramatically.
“It was a dark and humid night. The moon was blocked by the thick clouds and there were no stars. There was a warning out about an escaped killer and everyone was staying indoors.
“There was still one couple left on Lover’s Lane, chillin’ in their car and makin’ out. A reporter came on the car radio to warn about the killer on the loose, who supposedly had a hook for a hand. No one knew his name, or where he was. People were calling him The Hookman.” Muscle Man spoke slowly and deliberately. He was successful on his quest to capture the group with his scary story.
“The girl was really worried, but the boy told her they were fine. Then the girl heard a sound from the bus
A Regular Romance *FINALE* Ch.10: The Great PrankMordecai couldn’t think of a better way to end the summer. He didn’t know why or care about how he got to this situation, he just thanked his lucky stars that Margaret’s apartment flooded.A Regular Romance *FINALE* Ch.10: The Great Prank in Romance More Like This
They were having the time of their lives. They laughed and joked and did everything that couples do at campfires. But every time Mordecai thought of the word Couple he had to remind himself that when her apartment was fixed, this would all go back to normal. Back to the way things were. That thought alone made his smile falter.
“Seriously Pops!” Mordecai laughed. “Stop eating all the marshmallows!”
The gang looked at Pops, who was tangled strings of gooey marshmallow spreading from his hands to his face. “Ohoho! But their just SO GOOD!” He cackled like a mad man with a beard of marshmallow. The whole campfire erupted in laughter.
“Seriously dude! If I looked like that, they’d call me Marshmallow Man!” Muscle Man roar
Wonder Woman: Willpowerless (WG) Part 5“You will forget your talking points, you will lose your confidence, you will embarrass yourself,” said Circe.Wonder Woman: Willpowerless (WG) Part 5 in General Fiction More Like This
“I will forget my talking points, I will lose my confidence, and I will embarrass myself,” replied Wonder Woman.
Diana awoke in a pile on the floor. Her lasso was tied around her waist. She was wearing the sweats that she had on the night before.
The door swung open and it was Bruce Wayne.
“Bruce, help! Is this a dream!? I saw Circe! What happened!?”
“Hold on, Diana. Lets get you free.”
Bruce looked at the helpless Diana on the floor. He hefted her up and untied her. Bruce then expected the house for signs of a break-in. At first glance, he couldn’t find any.
“Do you remember anything, Diana?”
“Just Circe’s voice, then I suddenly woke up! Thank God you’re here to save me, Bruce.” replied Diana. “Usually, it’s the other way around.”
Bruce ignored her comment.
Wonder Woman: Willpowerless (WG) Part 3Wonder Woman was tied up and groggy. Cheetah had done her damage. Her strikes must have poisoned her, or at the very least weakened her. Circe was coming closer to her. With her lasso wrapped firmly around her body, there was nothing she could do but hope help would come. Giganta, now at a normal size to fit in the prison, stood behind her, ready to act if Wonder Woman summoned any sort of counter-offensive.Wonder Woman: Willpowerless (WG) Part 3 in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
“You will listen to everything I say and then I will let you go.”
“Yes, Circe,” was all Wonder Woman could mutter.
“You will give in to me and do everything that is asked of you,” said Circe, drawing closer.
Wonder Woman began to lose consciousness. She could not make out what Circe was saying. She kept repeating everything the evil sorceress said.
Diana woke up abruptly. She checked to see if she was still bound. She was not. It was only a dream, or rather, a reoccurring nightmare she had been having the last
Wonder Woman: Willpowerless (WG) Part 7Three days after her physical reawakening, Diana blinked aimlessly at the television. She was so sore after her first few workouts that she needed to take a rest. The Amazonian figured it was a sound approach, as the road back to fitness takes some time. At least, that’s how it seems to work for mere mortals.Wonder Woman: Willpowerless (WG) Part 7 in General Fiction More Like This
Was she a mere mortal right now?
Diana scratched her belly and finished her sixth chicken wing. Hey, at least it was protein, right?
It was dinner time for the bloated brunette. Her cravings were insatiable these days. She did her best to mitigate them and not give in. Diana was scheduled to leave the small studio apartment later that night and return to Justice League headquarters for some testing. She figured if anyone would have an answer, it would be Superman and Batman. The Man of Steel was due back in a few days as well.
Diana dozed off, however, her slumbered was soon rudely interrupted.
“WE INTERRUPT YOU TO BRING YOU THIS SPECIAL REPORT. CHEETAH HAS ESCAPED FRO
Wonder Woman: Willpowerless (WG) Part 2“It sucks, Bruce. I’m so bored. How long is this going to last,” said Diana, speaking with Bruce over the video conference on her laptop.Wonder Woman: Willpowerless (WG) Part 2 in General Fiction More Like This
“Until we’re confident whatever Cheetah did to you will heal and that you’re 100%. The story is already starting to die down.”
Diana looked over at the television, she had left the channel tuned into an episode of the O’Reilly Factor. Currently, she was being taken task on national television for being too reckless in battle.
“On tonight’s Factor, Is Wonder Woman a hero or one woman demolition team as Metropolis rebuilds?”
Diana shut the television off, “I don’t know about that one, Bruce.”
“How are you feeling, Diana?”
Diana lied. “I feel 1000%, Bruce. I’m ready for whatever comes through that door.”
Just then, there was a knock at the door.
“Well, tonight it’s deliver coming through that door. I took the liberty and had Alfr
Wonder Woman: Willpowerless (WG) Part 6As her eyes opened, Diana found herself on the floor of her tiny studio apartment. That sounds of downtown Gotham were rattling away in the background. It was 3am, but in a city like Gotham, that made no difference. Cabs were still wailing away on their horns, despite a city ordinance forbidding such noise. This was a far cry from the comfortable digs she had on the outskirts of the city.Wonder Woman: Willpowerless (WG) Part 6 in General Fiction More Like This
Her lasso was on the floor too.
And her head throbbed, badly. She saw a bottle of aspirin placed on top of the coffee table and a note. YOU CAN SEE YOURSELF NOW
Suddenly, Diana recalled another dream, or nightmare rather. She could read Circe’s voice in the note.
“I can see myself now,” uttered Diana, reading the note out loud.
She felt a sudden surge of belly fat rush over the top of her pink, satin bikini panties. It felt foreign. The useless mass pushed forward like an overflowing river on a flood prone plane. It jutted out softly, like a toxic ooze made of pure lard
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“Alright, lots to get done today, Nicole! First, some breakfast,” Nicole said to herself, reminding her of the busy Saturday afternoon she had ahead of herself.
The holiday season was officially in full swing. Professionally, it had been an excellent year for Nicole. She had been working at Nabisco for just over a year. Before Thanksgiving, Nicole received yet another raise, making that three in one single calendar year. Her sales figures were off the chart. Unfortunately, so were the fluctuations in her weight.
Nearly four months had past since Nicole’s infamous night in the hotel with Rob. She struggled with the guilt of that evening. The blond couldn’t believe how close she was to cheating on her loving boyfriend, Joe, with a shallow high school crush. Nicole was thankful she was able to exercise restraint that night. Or at least that’s what she told herself.
The truth was, had Rob not been disgusted by the 33 pounds she had packed on, th
Wonder Woman: Willpowerless (WG) Part 1Wonder Woman awoke to a giant crash. Her vision, still blurry, was even more obstructed by the cloud of smoke that filled the room. Her instincts were to fight, but she felt her wrists bound at the gauntlets by an unbreakable rope, fastened around her waist and an anchor on the cold steel wall.Wonder Woman: Willpowerless (WG) Part 1 in General Fiction More Like This
In the ensuing melee, Wonder Woman could make out the voices of Giganta, Cheetah, and even Circe. She could make out what could only be described as a warm, blue and white blur, moving at unimaginable speeds. Suddenly, she heard a familiar voice.
“Diana, it’s Bruce,” whispered the familiar voice, “we’re here to get you the hell out of here.”
Diana woke up again, in what felt like weeks later. However, only a few hours had passed by. She was back safely in Justice League Headquarters. Bruce Wayne sat by foot of her bed, watching The Man of Steel give a press conference on the television.
“Wonder Woman fought valiantly today. The lives that she saved from
The Big Squeeze (WG) (Short Story) This is a short vignette, inspired by some real life events, with some use of dramatic license. Enjoy!The Big Squeeze (WG) (Short Story) in Short Stories More Like This
Nastassia looked over at her roommate’s bureau. She always hated that picture from freshman year. She was 20 pounds heavier after a few months of dining hall food, late nights, and long parties. It brought back thoughts of a softening mid-section and an entire wardrobe full of clothes that were either too tight, or didn’t fit at all. What compounded things was how podgy she looked next to her beautiful roommate, Laura.
“Gross,” Nastassia muttered to herself, seeing a bowl of finished salsa con queso sitting next to the picture on the bureau. “She never cleans up after herself.”
That wasn’t just the only thing littering the room. Nastassia walked across the room, her thin 5’9” frame moved gracefully towards Laura’s desk, grabbing three empty cans of Coca Cola Classic and throwing them in the garbage bin.
Departure"They need us, Arnold." Stella said gently, fighting back tears. "We have to go back there. I don't want to spend another day worrying about them. They've done so much for us, we owe it to them. And...so do you."Departure in Fan Fiction More Like This
Arnold knew this, he knew this well. The Green Eyed people did need their help, and he truly owed it to them, after what they had done for his parents, and for him and his classmates back three years ago. He knew what he had to do. What had to be done. It wasn't going to be easy, all things considered. A life-changing thing like this was never easy, no matter how exciting or how important. You could never deny how it wasn't easy to do. Not in the least. And not just the process of it, either. But the feelings. Everything that came with it, whatever that may be.
In his case, it was going to be hard to leave everyone behind. His friends, his grandparents, the boarders, and of course... Helga. His ex-girlfriend. Whom he still did love and care about immensely.
HA GB-Hey Alice PilotH.S. 118, a typical high school located in Hillwood City, Washington state. This might sound like an epic tale told of some brave, heroic, and fantastical events that occur here. But no. It's just a simple story of high school life. Especially, under the eyes of two certain students, and their circle of friends.HA GB-Hey Alice Pilot in Fan Fiction More Like This
The day began like any other would.
A girl, a Junior, sixteen years old, was at her locker taking out some items she needed for her first class. Her name was Alice Shortman, and was like any other typical girl, though pretty different. Her most notable feature was in fact, her oblong-shaped head, shaped much like an American football. Along with that, she had bright green eyes, medium-length blonde hair, and often wore a light blue ribbon tied into a bow on her head. She wore a green and red, short-sleeved off shoulder shirt with two thin straps, capri pants, and black sneakers.
Alice was an average girl, very sweet and always looking out for everyone, never turning her back on
Beaned 2-Part 3"Okay, Arnold, time to get to work!" Helga announced, placing his book on his desk. "We gotta study these Shakespeare Sonnets. Think you can read it?"Beaned 2-Part 3 in Fan Fiction More Like This
"I can definitely try, Hannah." Arnold smiled, still feigning his amnesia. He took the book from her and started to read it very badly. "To me fair friend...Ah yet doth beauty like a dial hand...no pace perceived...old be can never you..."
Helga shook her head and sighed, taking the book from him. "I think you'd better leave the reading to me."
"Okay! Read it to me, Hilda."
Way to go, Arnold. You went and called her by that name you had for her in that dream. You stink sometimes, football head. He thought. Heck, why don't you just go ahead and start dancing like an idiot and calling her Olga?
"Helga, sweetie." Helga said, and sat her chair in front of his desk, taking the book and reading the aforementioned Shakespeare sonnet. She cleared her throat and recited it aloud to him, quite passionately.
"To me fa
Beaned 2-Part 1A baseball game was going on in the middle of Gerald Field that afternoon after school was out. As per usual, it was a good portion of the Fourth grade class from P.S. 118 against Wolfgang and his army of thugs.Beaned 2-Part 1 in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Throw it already, if you dare!" Helga declared, gripping the bat tightly in her hands.
"Oh, you'll get it, blondie!" Wolfgang said devilishly, and threw his arm back, tossing the ball to her.
The baseball came flying at her like a jet rocket, almost in a blur of white with a tail, Helga tensed for a few moments, and swung the bat-
"Strike one!" Said the catcher, throwing the ball back to Wolfgang.
"Criminy..." Helga sighed.
"You can do it, Helga! Keep your eye on the ball!" Arnold called to her in vast encouragement.
For a moment, Helga swooned and nearly dropped the bat. Her face must have been betraying her because she slapped herself in order to get over it.
"Criminy, I know what to do, football head!" Helga shouted back. "Pay attention and keep your place!"
"Here it comes,
Love So True-An Understanding"And even though Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet play was written as satire to romance and young love, it still remains a classic to this very day. You just have to read it with an open mind and not take it seriously."Love So True-An Understanding in Fan Fiction More Like This
A young girl's hand was raised.
"Did you ever read it, Mr. S?" Queried the young student named Rachel.
Arnold smiled and nodded. "Yeah, I've read the full unabridged version of the play. In fact, back when I was in fourth grade, my class was putting on the play. But the script for that was an abridged version, since the original play is...about three hours long, I believe, and so it was cut down to an hour and a half to make it more appropriate for younger actors. They cut down some of the speeches, and all but the final kiss at the end when Juliet kisses Romeo. Back then, none of the boys in my class wanted to be Romeo because they would have to kiss the girl playing Juliet. My teacher at the time, Mr. Simmons, finally had to ask ME, since I hadn't auditio
HA-First KissThis was it. They were just moments, or a minute or two, he couldn't tell by this point, from the big moment of the play.HA-First Kiss in Fan Fiction More Like This
Arnold now lay on the makeshift scenery stairs, eyes closed, pretending to be dead after Romeo just drank the poison. He could hear the very faint murmurs of the audience, and Stinky entering the scene. His death was the said boy's cue to enter, and he could now hear him speaking.
"Romeo! Oh, pale! Who else? What, Paris too, and steeped in blood! Ah, what an unkind hour is guilty of this lamentable chance!"
He then heard Helga yawn and wake up from where she was lying on the makeshift tomb in a comatose manner.
"Oh, comfortable friar, where is my Lord?" Helga was saying slowly in a soft, worried tone. It wasn't often he heard her talk like that, it was....kind of sweet, a refreshing change. "I do remember well where I should be, and there I am. Where is my Romeo?"
"Come, come away!" Stinky said. "Thy husband in thy bosom there lies dead-"
Helga gasped from
Beaned 2-Part 2"Hey Arnold! Hey Arnold! Hey Arnold!" Chanted the alarm clock.Beaned 2-Part 2 in Fan Fiction More Like This
Opening his eyes slowly, Arnold blinked, rubbing his head as he sat up and deactivated his clock. His head hurt slightly, but he was fine now.
"Ugh....what happened? Why does my head hurt...?" Arnold wondered, a little confused. "...Oh, right. I was hit in the head with a baseball. But when and how did I get here?"
"Knock knock, short man! You awake?" Phil greeted, opening the door and coming into the room.
"Oh, morning, grandpa." Arnold said. "...Grandpa? What happened yesterday?"
"Oh right, you had amnesia! Well short man, let me tell you, it was surprising to me what happened! Your little friend brought you home! You know, the girl with the pigtails, bow and the one eyebrow...Helen, right?" Phil asked, sitting on the bed with him.
"HELGA?!" Arnold cried in shock. "H-Helga brought me back!?"
"She sure did, short man! She said she felt responsible for knocking the baseball that hit your head-"
"Grandpa, it was an accident.
Rachel's Failed Resistance (Part 1)Rachel was upset. Her new stepmother, Linda, was attempting to win her over, and it bothered Rachel greatly. In her Sophomore year of high school, her mother had passed away. After two years of mourning, her father had taken it upon himself to find someone new, because he felt it was what his wife would want. And so, he had met, and eventually married, Linda. Linda was not an awful woman; in fact, she was quite nice, constantly trying to win over Rachel.Rachel's Failed Resistance (Part 1) in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
But Rachel would not have it.
She felt that her father had moved on too quickly, that he had jumped back into the fray of things much too soon. "Dad!" She had argued, "You've been alone for less than 2 years, that's less than 1/10 of my life!" But her father had simply refused to hear it. And so, 19 year old Rachel had spent her last summer before college stuck with Linda.
One week into her Summer vacation, Rachel woke up to the most wonderful
Rachel's Failed Resistance (Part 3)Rachel lounged lazily in bed, knowing that Linda and Tom were home. She was hoping to avoid talking to Linda, so she laid quietly under her covers, listening for the front door to open, or the shower to turn on, so she could sneak out and grab some food (assuming Linda had made some; since she had eaten everything there was to eat over the weekend).Rachel's Failed Resistance (Part 3) in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Finally, she heard footsteps. Waiting for the sound of the shower turning on, Rachel jumped violently when there was a soft, yet unexpected, knock on her door. Unsure of what to do, Rachel simply waited. The knock was repeated, along with Linda's voice, asking "Rachel? Are you up? Do you mind if I come in?"
Rachel froze. On one hand, she was legitimately concerned that if she kept snubbing Linda, Linda might quit cooking for her. On the OTHER hand, this was the woman who now was married to her father. She scowled, before begrudgingly saying "S
Andrea's Roommate (Chapter 19) The walk home was hell. Literally hell. "Literally fucking hell!" Andrea grumbled as she held her hand against her forehead, attempting to stave off the frankly outrageous wind they were having. She had tried to hangout for a bit to see Kate, you know, to say goodbye, but the girl was so damn busy! She hadn't popped her head out in almost fifteen minutes and Andrea wasn't made of time! Well... She kinda was, but damn if the futon wasn't calling her name with it's siren song. So, despite her agonizingly overfilled belly, Andrea gathered up the gumption to march back to their apartment.Andrea's Roommate (Chapter 19) in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Of course, gumption be damned, because it was so windy! Andrea's hand up on her face lead to the tiniest bit of her bloated belly peeking out of her formerly loose sweater, which acted as a sort of windsock, billowing up with wind and creeping up constantly, until Andrea finally had to just hold the damn thing
Wonder Woman's Wonderful Wares of Weightiness Ch.3 The Daily Planet staff stood eagerly in the break room around a table covered in an brightly colored assortment of boxes. One half was covered in boxes bearing the violent Red and Gold of Wonder Woman's signature outfit, while the other half was smothered in sleek looking, hexagonal containers in shades of bright green and violet. Several hands could be seen twitching eagerly at the sides of staff as Perry meticulously clicked photos from various angles. "Come on White, we don't have all day!" Someone shouted from the back, and Perry sighed before continuing at practically the same pace. This is art, you can't rush it. Perry thought as he slowly lifted the lids of two boxes, one from each company- a few people craned their necks to the sides to see inside. Another impatient mutter was heard as Perry delicately took pictures. "How long does it take to get a few measly pictures?" Someone else asked. PerWonder Woman's Wonderful Wares of Weightiness Ch.3 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Wonder Woman's Wonderful Wares of Weightiness Ch.2 It was a very bizarre scene. Bruce, looking stoic as ever, sat stiff as a board, dressed in a crisp business suit. Diana stood next to him, one hand on his chair. Across from them, sat the aforementioned Jessica, who was accurately described by Diana as looking a little heavier. She hadn't had time to change, and sat in her chair in a somewhat slouched position, her hair frazzled in that magical way that only occurs when one's been running around a steamy hot kitchen all day. Diana cleared her throat lightly, and Bruce motioned across the table, eliciting a small gasp of surprise from Jessica before she scrambled through a pile of folders, pulling one labeled "Sales" in neat cursive, and sliding it across the table to Bruce. "Bruce... Be nice." Diana whispered with a small smile. Jessica looked ready to pass out from a combination of nerves and a distinct lack of rest, so Diana made small talk while Bruce read through tWonder Woman's Wonderful Wares of Weightiness Ch.2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
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"No, we can't recover from this!" Bruce yelled, slamming his fist down on the table. It had been a relatively uneventful few months, with the business slowly expanding, along with the waistlines of pretty much all of their markets. After a very successful launch period in Metropolis, the team had agreed on a market push. Start expanding, macromanagment from core investors while the business slowly became less of a concern for the heroes while the profits still flowed in. And with the numbers actually crushing Lex Luthor's start up, it was unsurprising to most that Lex had withdrawn his snack cakes almost immediately. However, Bruce, with his uncanny business knowledge, and Clark, with his inherent distrust of Lex, both knew he had a power play in his hands. And he did.
The initial move to newer markets had done well, but then the rumors started. Headlines such a
Pout"Enrico! Enrico Ah'm back!" Carrying multiple bags filled to the brim with groceries Anderson struggled through the normal-sized doorframe to his partner's hotel suite, placing his load down upon the nearest flat surface he could find with a sigh of relief. Wiping his brow he straightened up with a puzzled look on his face. He had received no answer. "Enrico?" Ye 'ere?"Pout in General Fiction More Like This
That was odd, he would at least receive a disinterested grunt in response to his arrival. Naturally concerned Anderson left the bags untended on the table and called out again, his big boots knocking against the floor as he moved inwards.
"Enrico!" He swore that Maxwell had said that he wouldn't need to be going anywhere that day, why would he leave? And why wouldn't he call?
Eyebrows knitting together he began to rub his face worriedly. "Enrico! Answer meh plaze!"
His ears perked up when he heard grumbling and the slamming of their sliding glass door off in the distance. A few seconds later a very disgruntled Enrico wa
TicklishWarm sunlight filtered in through the clear glass of the sliding glass doors, casting their warm glow over the two men cuddled together on the couch. It had been a lazy, calm afternoon, not much work but plenty of time for the sleepy heat of the day to take its toll on the golden-haired man using Anderson's lap as a pillow, and Anderson did not mind at all.Ticklish in General Fiction More Like This
There was always something endearing and amusing about how Enrico slept. Awake, he was strict and proper, perfectly tailored at all times and having the grace of a noble. Asleep, he was loose, utterly relaxed to the point where Anderson sometimes feared that the man's muscles had lost their ability to function. Frequently would Anderson wake up in the morning to find limbs sprawled all over his person and the man that they belonged to with his face buried in his neck and drool upon his skin.
Of course that wasn't all the time. Most mornings resembled the scene before him right now, a sleepy felid of a man form-fittingly tucked again
The GardenMoonlight swept across the garden that night, the heavenly satellite bright and full in the sky as it generously graced the earth with its glow. All forms of life slept peacefully under the comfort of their celestial blanket, no cry or call of the night to disturb one's ears in the unearthly garden. Just the still silence of the cool night to entertain any wandering soul that chanced upon it's hidden wonder. Light danced upon each leaf and petal, every inch of vegetation shimmering with a silver sheen as the whole garden becoming an organic mirror of supernatural light.The Garden in Fan Fiction More Like This
A single figure clad in nothing more than a loose, oversized white shirt and pants stood in the midst of the garden of light, staring into the sky in quiet wonder, up at the vast void awake and vibrant with the light of all of God's creation.
The man inhaled a deep, fulfilling breath of the electric-charged air, sending every nerve of his body awake and tingling with bursts of energy. It was alive; to inhale was to brea
Nightly RitualsThe loud whirring of a hair dryer traveled all about the hotel room as Enrico performed his nightly rituals. Standing at the bathroom mirror he was finally getting his hair dry after the long time it took, and always took, to get it that way, and was performing the finishing touches when he heard the sounds of Anderson's heavy boots clop into the room.Nightly Rituals in General Fiction More Like This
"I assume you want to sleep with me tonight?" Enrico called out from the bathroom.
"Aye, Ah was aboot tae ask tha' as well." Anderson appeared in the bathroom doorway, completely taking up it's space as his shadow covered Enrico.
"Of course, I should known. I might as well stop buying suites with connecting rooms." Noticing the shadow, he looked up. "Must you stand so menacingly?"
"Whit? Ah'm joos' standin'."
"And blocking the doorway, excusi." Pushing Anderson out of the way he strode into the center of the room clad in only the towel around his waist. He walked over to his dresser and began to look through it, and sensing he was still
Breakfast in Bed"So, let me get this straight. This-" Maxwell pointed to the tray on his lap. "is why you wanted me to stay over here last night?"Breakfast in Bed in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Aye." Anderson said a-matter-of-factly, nodding once.
"Huh." Maxwell looked back down at the tray, cocking an eyebrow. "There's, an awful lot of food here."
"Yeh dinnae have tae eat all o' et if yeh can't, Ah joost got over-zealous Ah guess." Anderson laughed nervously, still standing next to where Maxwell was sitting up in bed, baffled at the large spread of breakfast foods in front of him.
"I just, ah, don't get why you did all this." Maxwell said waving a hand over the tray and rubbing his eyes tiredly.
"O, et wis an idea Ah've been thinking aboot fer ae while. And Ah have better access tae ae kitchen ere' at the orphanage, sae..." Anderson grinned with a blush on his face.
"Was bursting in here at some unholy hour and waking me up by dropping a heavy object on me part of your idea?" Maxwell said sarcastically, taking a sip at one of the multiple cups o
Sexy Key West fun Times Ch.1The word "bodyguard" was a magical word. By uttering that single word Enrico would ensure that he could bring Anderson with him everywhere and anywhere without anyone batting an eye. "Bodyguard" had become equivalent to "Abra Kadabra" in Enrico's vocabulary. It quieted all the suspicions and rumors that would happen when they took a getaway trip together and allowed them to go away somewhere nice in the first place. It was a word of freedom and relief.Sexy Key West fun Times Ch.1 in Humor More Like This
"Bodyguard" was a marvelous, fantastic word.
But it was also the reason behind the twitch Enrico was suffering in his eye at the moment as he looked down at his "bodyguard" fiddling with the controls of a boat.
"Anderson, I'm beginning to doubt your ability to pull this off."
"Relax lad, Ah'm figuring this oot." Anderson, clad in a loose, unbuttoned cotton boating shirt flashed a confident grin up at his counterpart.
Enrico was not as amused. Eyeing Anderson like a skeptical, disapproving wife he remained up on the dock overlooking the a
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Author's Notes: Well, all my loyal readers, we have come to the end. Yes, this wild, emotional rollercoaster has finally made its last ride. This is the conclusion to Kick Buttowski: Christmas with the Enemy. But rejoice, I have a sequel in the makings . Anyone else think I should send my story to the creator of Kick Buttowski, and see if he could make a special Christmas episode of it? I think it might work. Whatcha think? Anyways, like I said, this is the final chapter. But I tell you, I'll make it the best damn final chapter in the history of AWESOME final chapters. I hope you all enjoy.
Chapter 6: Forgiveness
'I am dirt,' Kick thought, as he lied in his bed staring up at the ceiling. Yesterday, he had tried to make things right with Kendall for what he had said to her at the food court. But, he discovered that the reason for her crying was much MUCH more then just that. He found out that he unknowin
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Chapter 4: House of Plush
Kick and Gunther walked down the street, with Gunther leading the way. Kick was on his way to Kathy Thomas's house. He needed to know what kind of things Kendall was in to besides reading and studying. "Okay, remember Kick," Gunther reminded, "be respectful, don't claim Kendall started it, tell her you want to apologize to Kendall and that you wanted her help to do it. Got it?"
"Yeah," Kick answered, as they started nearing her house. "Kathy is an okay person. And if it wasn't for her being close friends with Kendall, I'd hang out with her more often."
"Good, you should tell her that," he advised. "But don't mention the, "If it wasn't for her being friends with Kendall," part. I'm pretty sure that would just make things worse on your end." After thinking about it, Kick nodded and let out a sigh of relief he was going to say the whole thing before Gunther intervened. "And remember, t
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Chapter 1: Christmas Disaster
It was a snowy December day in the small town of Mellowbrook. The temperature was nice. Not too warm, yet not too cold. It was three days before Christmas. The streets were filled with late Christmas shoppers, franticly trying to get their last minute gifts. And while the adults were busy getting ready for Christmas, the children were busy enjoying the snow. Kids filled the sidewalks and all of the local parks, having snowball fights, building snowmen and snow forts. For the children of Mellowbrook, today was their time to have fun.
Well . ALMOST all of the children of Mellowbrook, anyway
"Get back here Dillweed," Bradley Buttowski shouted, as he and his two friends Pantsie and Horace chased after Mellowbrook's local daredevil. "When I get a hold of you, you are in for a whole new world of pain!"
Sledding franticly away on his snowboard was the one, the only, Kick Buttowski
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Chapter Two: Stressful Shopping
"The Perkins' agreed to help us and the Magnusons' with the Christmas party," Denise continued, walking back into the kitchen. "We figured if one family's party would've been fun, three families working on the same party would be at least THREE times as fun! Doesn't that sound fun?" Kick silently sighed at his mother's overly happy demeanor.
"Yes," Magnus Magnuson agreed, in his thick, Nordic accent. "Back in homeland, our parties and festivals were legendary. People would remember it year round until the NEXT party or festival came around, that is."
Kick grinned at this. He liked Gunther's parents. They were, in his opinion, the coolest types of parents a kid could ask for. He remembered the time he went to Gunther's birthday party a year ago. They had homemade Viking clothing for all the guests and wooden Viking weapons. Everyone would reenact a awesome Viking battle, then have delicious Nordic cake.
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Chapter 5: Unwanted
"Wow . I have to say Kick, you sure have an eye for presents," Gunther complimented, as he inspected the cat Kick got at Missy's House of Plush. Kick rolled his eyes as Gunther continued. "Seriously. You got the top and skirt almost exactly how Kendall has hers. The book was a nice touch though I'm not sure why you have reading glasses on it."
"The cashier added that one on as another freebee," Kick explained, taking back Kendall's gift from Gunther. "Good thing too. Because if she would've charged me for these props, I wouldn't have had anymore cash on me. I only have two more dollars left." He proved this by reaching into his back pocket and pulling out two singular dollars.
"Wow, $48 for that?" He asked, with one eyebrow raised. "Wow. I sure hope she accepts it."
'Yeah, me too,' Kick thought, putting Kendall's cat plushy back into the plastic bag. He soon realized they were nearing
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Chapter 3: Lunch from Hell
Kendall and Kathy had just finished up their shopping. Most of the time they shopped, Kendall has been quiet, even when Kathy was claiming she had a crush on Kick. "Oh come on, Kendall," Kathy wined, as they walked down the mall. "At least deny it. Your grumpiness is really depressing. All I said was that you like Kick, that's all. You're not the only one."
Surprised, Kendall turned to her friend. "What? YOU like Kick?"
Kathy laughed and shook her head. "Nah. He's too much of a attention obsessed dumb-ass for me," she said, honestly. "But some of the other girls do. They keep on mentioning his "sexy" voice and rebel attitude . Why? Do you care," Kathy asked, wiggling her eyebrows.
"What? No! absolutely not," she said, looking around nervously.
"Oh really," Kathy asked, placing her hands on her hips. "Because you sounded like you did . I suggest you tell him before some other sch
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It was a tiring afternoon in Corey Riffin's garage, where the band sits down on the floor, dicussing plans for what their new song could be. Corey sighs while shaking his head slowly, "Well, I have absolutely nothing in my brain that can jump out and say, idea for a new song!" Kin, one of Corey's friends, and the Keys player of the band replies, "It would be easier if something big was coming up in Peaceville soon, but nothing is happening until starting next week." Laney Penn, the only girl and bassist of the band, sitting at Corey's left, stands up, "Well, I don't want to be bored in here. We're talented with music always, so there should be nothing to worry about." Kon, Kin's twin brother, stands to reply, "You're right, so maybe this can be like a hiatus for us?" Corey stands, "I guess that's what we can do for the spare time. But... hey, I DO have an idea after all!" Kin stands as well, "What's the idea, Corey?" Corey smiles, "Well, you know how we
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Corey looks at Laney on the ground, who has a sweet smile on her face. Kin walks up to Corey, "Hey Corey, how come did you ask Laney if you could visit at her house?" Corey walks far from Laney and tells Kin and Kon, "I have a plan, that may or may not go well, depending on the situation." Kon gets a suspicious look, "What are you suggesting?" Corey sighs and looks down, "Well, I... I do need lyrics, and Trina's diary is locked. Who knows where the key is?" Corey gulps, "Laney has a diary, and if it's not locked, then..." Kin shakes his head, putting his hand on Corey's shoulder. "You know what Laney said, Corey. Dark secrets that must never be revealed to other souls?" Kon shivers, "Yeah, and won't this make Laney angry if you look in her diary?" Corey frowned, "I have thought about that, but if I have nothing to write about, what can I do?" Kin shrugs, "At least don't hurt Laney. But there is an alternative." Corey has a confused look, "What do you mea
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Corey picks up the diary again, sweating and feeling worried. He holds on to the front and back covers of the diary, and tries to roughly open it, but the lock still stays in its place. Corey exclaims, "No, this cannot be happening! How am I going to get lyrics now?" He begins to hear footsteps and quickly puts the diary down. He sees a tall girl with long pink hair, wearing a white shirt, and a purple skirt. "Oh," says Corey in a low tone. "Hello, Trina."
Trina Riffin glares at Corey while looking at her dairy, "Corey, were you trying to open my diary?" Corey jumps and takes a step back, "Uh no, Trina! I was just noticing the big, silver lock that was on it." Corey gulps while looking at the locked diary, "W-what was that lock for, exactly?" Trina walks close to Corey, staring at him, "Well, I have decided to keep my diary more secure. This will be helpful to me so a certain sibling won't tamper around with it." Corey chuckles awkwardly, "But Trin
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It is now 8AM. The morning sunlight spread into Laney's bedroom. Laney wakes up and yawns. She turns her head to Corey, who was still asleep on the air mattress beside her bed. She gets on the floor next to Corey and softly shakes him, "Wake up, Core." Corey opens his eyes slowly. He sees Laney's warm smile and alluring eyes clearly, thanks to the sunlight, "Good morning, angel." Laney giggles, "Would you like some breakfast before we go back to your place?" Corey nod, still being tired, "Mhm. I would like some... hotcakes." Laney happily shrugs, "Well, I think I'm good at making hotcakes. I'll be in the kitchen. Be ready soon." Corey yawns and nods, "Okay, Lanes. Give me five minutes." Corey closes his eyes and puts his head right back on the pillow. Laney gets up and smiles at Corey, then she leaves the bedroom and goes right into the kitchen. "Oh Corey, I'm sure he'll be asleep until I'm done with the hotcakes. I'm gonna try to make them though. And s
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As the two walk to Laney's home, Laney puts the key in the lock and opens the door, "It's not the best house, but I hope you'll enjoy it here for the night." Corey walks in and looks around at the lustrous, modern-styled living room, Corey smiles, "I do like it here, Lanes." Laney's heart beats faster at that comment, making her slightly blush, "Thank you, Corey. I really appreciate it." Laney sits on the living room couch, and Corey sits beside her. Laney snuggles closer, "How are you feeling Corey? A bit better?" Corey looks at her and nods, "I am, from not having to worry about lyrics so much. I was just in so much panic. But... you know how hard it can be to let go of something you're used to doing so much." Laney nods, "You do have a point there, but Corey, it's the perfect time to move on from using Trina's diary." Corey gulps, "Well, I just can't believe it went by so fast." Laney can tell Corey still felt a bit uncomfortable, seeing him look away