MLP:FiM fanfic: Zodiac Ch.XII Edge of the DressMLP:FiM fanfic: Zodiac Ch.XII Edge of the Dress in Short Stories More Like This
Carousel Boutique 9:00 AM Friday.
Rarity let Twilight take care of the Crusaders while she went to work on her clothes. She heard a knock on the door. On the other side was a teal unicorn, with pink hair that was curled similarly to the dressmakers, but with a yellow swirl and some or witch was straightened.
Rarity: Hello there. Welcome to Carousel Boutique.
???: Hello. I'm Dewdrop Dazzle. I saw my friend Fancy Pants talk about you dresses and want to see them myself.
The white unicorn let Dewdrop see trough her dresses. All appeared as wonderful as she heard, until she came across a rainbow ensemble with a helmet not unlike those of the royal guard.
Dewdrop: Hmm. So even artists have their off days. Well I'm sure their few and far between.
The unicorns sat down and started talking about the dresses.
The Elliptic 11:00 AM
Rasalhauge had ran into Castor and Pollux.
Rasalhauge: Pollux, Cassstor, Ju
Be My GuestBe my guest!Be My Guest in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Be my guest
Put my patience to the test
You can read most any book you want
Whatever you like best
You do anything you please
But no Twilight, it's misleading
Don't believe me? Ask Stephen King!
It's a sham, it's a ruse
Miss Meyer is all confused
And nobody in their right mind is impressed
Go on, play your own game
And let me do the same
You'll be my guest
Oui, my guest
Be my guest!
Twilight ain't really quaint
It would make Shakespeare faint
Yet, for some strange reason,
The author's regarded as a saint
Be wary, be afraid
Be sure to run far away
It's all most excruciating
No worse form of entertaining
It's a joke, it's a trick
It's enough to make one sick
To be frank, it's not even the thousandth best
How long will this spree last?
Well, you've got a free pass
To be my guest
If you're stressed,
It's therapy I suggest
Be my guest!
Be my guest!
Be my guest!
Life is really crazy
When you're in a Twilight frenzy
Fans aren't whole
Five Weeks And Six DaysFive Weeks And Six DaysFive Weeks And Six Days in Romance More Like This
She was going to be brave, because that’s who Sakura was. Brave. Unflappable. A competent, excellent ninja.
(…and a terrified one.) But no one needed to know that part.
She’d been back in the village almost two months already; she should have been over it by now. But…everything still felt so fresh and raw and clawing. Kami-sama she had never felt so pathetic in her life. She could rationalise it perfectly – her medic-mind knew everything, all of the therapy techniques and comforting words she’d spoken to others under her care and in a similar position, but honestly, logic was lost on emotion.
Capture. The word every ninja hates the most – even more than ‘death’ or ‘defeat’, because ‘capture’ was a maybe, it wasn’t a definite ‘thing’ to anyone – even the victim. Her last mission had been the worst of her life, one that had sto
Mischief. Mayhem. SoapMischief. Mayhem. Soap in Free Verse More Like This
He's staring at me
The man from the movie poster
And the lights are shining through my eyes
Mischief. Mayhem. Soap
It reads me like the caution label
On this bottle of Asprin
No matter where I go his eyes are there
And they are almost like yours
Filled with haunting sighs of relief
Mishchief. Mayhem. Soap
It speaks to me like the words
Of my kindergarden play
Even between closed eyes I vision that face
Mocking my cries to a pillow named "why"
Mischief. Mayhem. Soap
MORE Reasons to Hate Twilight1) The books were so poorly written as far as plot and dialogue that they had to have James's group attacking and Charlie in danger from the beginning to have anything to work with.MORE Reasons to Hate Twilight in Emotional More Like This
2) While I have "inserted" myself into books I have read, it was generally because I fell in love with a well created character or world. Not because I wanted to have sex with Michelangelo's David.
3) After reading Meyer's books I checked the web for outcry by the same people who criticized Rowling for using the occult, and I couldn't find it. To me that's crazy as vampires are part of the occult.
4) Crazily enough if you think about it, Meyer's books are worse because Rowling's was not suggesting that humans should mate with the occult monsters simply because they are beautiful and smell good.
5) It is entirely sexual attraction from appearance and smell, and lacks substance. It is for this reason that I do not consider it a love story.
6) I have found mention that critics are saying that Twilight is horro
compulsive liar.once i asked you your favouritecompulsive liar. in Free Verse More Like This
colour, and you said, "the brown
of your eyes," so i put in one green
contact and told everyone that i
came out of the womb as a factory
defect, half-priced, damaged goods.
sometimes i am from canada and
sometimes i am from england and
sometimes i am from spain.
i've carefully tempered my accents
and plotted out my stories with
yellow and purple coloured pencils
on index cards. my origin changes
like the seasons.
"why do you lie to everyone?" you
"why not?" i reply.
i wear nametags that read "alicia"
and "liana" and "samantha," because
i want to know how it feels to be
someone else for a day.
you make me a nametag with my
real name on it, and i just laugh.
(later i slip it beneath my mattress
and spend the night staring at the ceiling.
see, i've tried myself on one too many
times, and the fit is never right.)
you call me your little compulsive
liar, and i guess that is supposed
to be somewhat affectionate.
i spin before the mir
By the Hand of BastBy the Hand of Bast in Short Stories More Like This
With the last hieroglyph finished, Wati set aside the scroll he had been working on. He closed The Book of the Dead and ran his hands along the cover. Despite the fact he wrote these words on a regular basis, never had it been so hard. Ra had long since disappeared for his usual voyage, and the wick of his lamp was nearly burnt to the end. As the flame died its orange glow was replaced by the ghostly light of the moon filtering through the linens that covered the windows and door of his small hut.
On either side of the doorway, stood the shadows of two pots. It had been many days since Tiankhit had left him, but still the barley continued to grow. Wati had so hoped for the emmer wheat to sprout first. Like all men, he wanted a son, but had come to love the idea of his daughter just as much. They were overjoyed when the first leaves pressed their way up through the dirt to tell them the news of their child, and the days passed with excitement as they waited to see if they grew to be bar
Floating LanternFloating Lantern in Free Verse More Like This
written by: J.P.D. Noel Garcia
I light the candle and set it in its delicate vessel
The fire burns bright
Symbolic of your burning desire to live
I let it float off in the river
Led by rushing currents
Symbolic of the fleeting time you had
I see how strong it stands against the surge
Symbolic of the obstacles you have faced
Finally, it glides gently down into the great sea
Entering the vastness and freedom of the unknown
Symbolic of the realm in which you now reside
Never forget where you came from
Always remember those you love
The ember forever burns to guide you back home
So you will never stray from where you truly belong
Float, little lantern, float
And be free
Keep flickering steadfastly
And be symbolic of our journey to eternal life