Dirty LaundryLoading up the washing machine, and my mind is sprawling around in several destinations far from this cramped room. I spritz my clothes- no, actually I drench them with that spray- the kind that's supposed to work miracles on any stain before the affect fabric even goes in the washer. This was my favorite shirt. My favorite shirt. I'm just not thinking today, am I?
The cotton feels good on my fingers, even though I'm stuffing it roughly into the machine. And all the towels...I didn't learn it until I'd moved out, but Mom was right: washing towels and clothes in the same load led to an outright ungodly amount of lint stuck in everything. I pause. Do I really want to do two separate loads?
Yeah, why not? Water begins to fill up, and I'm dousing it with that lovely detergent that smells so good and pure.
I sit down opposite the machine and just stare at it for a while. It rumbles pleasantly, numbly, and my mind drifts. What a nice sound, surely one could just meditate with i
Farcical"What if I told them my life is just a thirty volume suicide note?"More Like This
"'How dreadfully tedious,' they would say."
Bang BangI broke bottles andMore Like This
discussed history and sex with spirits
(of the whisky variety),
all in your name.
you decided before seeing me
clothed you would never
give me your last name, so I gave you
hell and a coffin of torrential drink--
walked on the wrong side of the road,
cracked open new loves and poured them on
the ground so I can watch as the better opportunities
slipped into the gutter. I'll never forget
you saying you'd never forgive
if I ever slipped a happy future between us,
but baby I'm not chasing a pretty rock and
a sperm donator, and you're only here
because of some Jack and a bad night.
all the things you taught me (what
kush means, how to punch, how to love blind),
I'll remember past the next shot.
PaydayI pick up my skirt and slip off my shoesMore Like This
so I can dance on the dusty
line between abject poverty and hope
because the kids in the broken cement homes know this paycheck
won't cover bread and I gotta distract them somehow.
I prayed my
whole life for my A's and gold stars to mean
something, but God doesn't check
report cards when he's giving out miracles,
and I'm done pretending being good will
pay the electric bill.
Be StillSome small curl of smoke,More Like This
across a mess of sheets;
a tilted query masked in breath...
...perhaps someone just spoke.
Cold fingers against moist skin,
blinking at those floating protein strands,
back and forth into breathless silence...
as they say..."better out than in."
Rolling that curl around your tongue,
while my mouth goes numb with cotton;
because that ceiling is falling...
...with a twilight that just won't come.
And the onyx is as sweet,
as the darkness beneath
laughter dances....finality drenches the tips
of weary wandering feet.
Labyrinth of BeastBeast, beast where are you?More Like This
Are you hungry?
Come and eat me!
They threw me into the dark
to die in prayer
to die in vain
to die in pain
and bloody fear
by bite and tear
by fang and claw
And they never said why
and I never dared to ask
I am a tribute
sacrifice and offering
for some foreign king and queen
and their beastly changeling
locked in empty labyrinth
waiting for us in maze
us, for fourteen lost souls
misrable and scared
there´s no hope left
we know with certainty
we won´t be spared
this death in perversity
I hide and run
through pitch-black maze
without a sun
afraid to stay
afraid to walk
echo of my steps is my only guide
Where are you, beasty child
where lies the sanctuary of your bide?
pitch-black air surrounds me
in this bloodthirty sea
Where to go?
Where to go?
I cannot see
tired to flee
and light is just forbidden memory
Carving Treesonce i spoke to the balding forest,More Like This
hushhushhush cried the wind and he
knifed through my jacket
like flames lick ice like
lovers find reasons to peel off clothes,
i stroked the branches
of the sycamore and
felt its long, smooth trunk and the letters
scraped dreamily in the bark, and
let someone else grow up with our regrets,
let our names stretch and bend
and remind us
that once upon a time we didn't cringe at
warm wet breath on the
backs of necks,
at least i was innocent as i
lumbered back and forth over frozen ground
like some lost and lonely stormcloud,
like some flame guttering before dying out,
at least i was as many cupfuls of insanity as i could swallow
before my stomach
tricked my brain tricked my heart into thinking
"this is all okay,
(and at least my name is not expanding
somewhere in a forest,
carved lazily into trees that
grow and grow in spite of
all their broken love.)
palsied branches and the forest and the moon
TemporaryFor the second time in my life.More Like This
Blades and knives are my best friends.
Whispered secrets in the dead of night.
No one else knows.
No one else breathes.
Not like me.
Dancing in my head.
The voices keep reassuring.
Its not a phase its not a phase its not-
Lines on paper.
Rungs on a ladder.
Ring around the rosies.
They are absolutely right,
Its just a trend just a trend just a-
But I’ve never been one for attention.
Long sleeved shirts.
Empty medicine bottles.
Where did I put that-
At least let me shave my legs!
This old enemy
This old friend
Its not leaving its not leaving its not-
Shooting StarsYou great painter,More Like This
The one they call Michael and Gogh.
You great painter with the little brush.
The one who paints angels on empty hearts.
O wonder, how are you confused thus?
To see a star has fallen for you?
I have fallen, dazed, by your bright lights.
You little poet, what with your great words.
You seemed surprised to see me laying there.
A dreamer, I closed my eyes and dreampt.
Perhaps a fool, with a large painted heart.
A fool who can be told, speak slowly and quietly.
And you covered me, O painter, with your black paint.
But what good is a lamp with no light?
Was it me that scared you thus,
When I tried to shine like you?
For what good is an angel with no wing?
But you've broken mine.
Be gentle on me, Old Soldier.
When you kill me.
Soldier. Soldier, with the big sword.
Who is brave, but speaks with a soft voice.
You brave thing who fears stars.
Hang me back up there then, O Divine.
So I may become a painter like you,
And paint my trails in the sky.
So that I may fall for a
Fine WinePink Lover, covered in flesh of gold,More Like This
Of pure and untainted mind.
Soulful wanderer, set on hasty paths,
Who are you to give your youth to me?
I am as a dull ship,
Lost in the veils of mist that is eternity.
Tossed about the spinning waves.
You stand on the docks and call out to me
But you are just a distant noise
Among the other voices in my head.
I may have you aboard
But you would surely sink with me.
And yet you keep calling?
Transfixed with my bloodlust.
Are you a butterfly?
Trapped in my endless twisting web?
Just flesh to feed my hourglass hunger.
The red sands are slipping.
You will be buried before long,
My golden treasure.
Soon to be forgotten in time.
What wild blood my ancient tongue should taste.
Take flight, butterfly
Before I take your wings from you.
Free yourself from my pale drug.
Flutter into another net to be ensnared.
For who are we, us creatures of earth,
To say that the predator loves their meal?
Or a king fancy his wine
Over the women of his court?
Save your swee
Candy Wrappers part 1 December 22, 2006More Like This
To begin, I am Detective Liam Angus Roy. Upon being assigned this case, my supervisor suggested I write about my experiences and what I find.(not sure why though) I am currently beginning an investigation on an old case, lovingly named "The Candy Killer Disappearances". Apparently, many kids have gone missing and after words the parents would receive candy wrappers with what was thought to be clues to the children's whereabouts. Messages scrawled in messy handwriting would appear in strange places. The children's parents would find them on nightstands, kitchen counters, at their work place, and even laying on the child's pillow. Even after being examined by many, known for their skill in cracking codes, the clues were never deciphered and the children never found
a Physicist's diary[April 17] Maria is getting sicker; tuberculosis is washing her life away day after day, but all the beauty of this World still shines in the depths those tormented eyes. I'm not as strong as she is, I can't bear my impotence. As a scientist once I used to think that the matter had no secrets I couldn't unveil: "Oh, how fool I was... miserable small ant!".More Like This
[May 10] The physician has suggested a period of rest on the mountain. Two or three months should be enough, then we will back home and he will visit her again. While telling this, he has looked me shaking his head almost imperceptibly. I hate him with all my heart, for that motion and for he can't save her; I hate God, in which in the past I didn't believe at all and now I need so much to have a guilty... and I hate myself.
[May 22] We took a nice Chalet in Courmayeur with a marvelous view of the landscape and the night sky for me and rarefied air so precious for my bride. There's something no honest man can deny about Italy: this c
ScaredShe extended her hand and reached for the door. Her body trembled violently in fear.More Like This
Gently, she wrapped her fingers around the brass knob.
It was time to face the day.
CostlyI walked into the small tea shop, out of the rain and shook myself off. I left my umbrella by the door and wandered slowly up to the counter to order some chamomile. After paying for it, I turned to seat myself in one of the booths, but found that each of them were already occupied. Mustering my courage, I walked toward one of them, who had only one person sitting at it. He was enjoying an omelet and biscuit by himself.More Like This
“Do you mind it very much if I could share your table?” I asked hesitantly.
“Not at all.”
I sat down clumsily and fumbled with my phone, feeling awkward for not engaging in small talk. After a while I glance up at him for a second. He was dressed warmly with new-ish clothes. His hair was disheveled, as though he hadn’t showered, and he hadn’t shaved in a while.
The waitress arrived with my tea and I was forced away from my phone to pour myself some.
“Penny for your thoughts.
Peace of MindI will say this: the definition of success is the most corrupted idea of mankind.More Like This
Teachers say good grades, parents say good jobs, teenagers say a nice body. “Money, business, sex,” they spit. Because what are you, but a pretty face and a name?
“Where are you going to school?” “Have you a degree?” “Why don’t you get a job.” “Get a car.” “Make a name for yourself.” “Leave a mark on the world.”
What about the marks on my skin, where I stretched myself too far? Make a name for myself? Names are knives in your back. “Katie, that girl from the back of the class?” “Oh yeah, Sarah from church, right? Don‘t know her well.” No you don’t know me. You can have your names and I’ll stay myself. If I want to leave my name behind when I’m gone, then I will call myself Reason a
I Am Someone To HateDo you know who I am? Do you think that my soul is calm as you say? A tame mare you can bridle. A sight for eyes that searched too long? Another pretty face, to recall at the late hours of the night?More Like This
No. I am no princess from your fairy tales. I am no damsel in your accursed, grey, towers.
No. I am nothing like it.
I am the chill down your spine, colder than the winter months. I am the monster under your bed, naught but pale bones and empty eyes. I am the ghost that haunts you, dead and hungry for more death. I am all the things you hide from. I am something to fear. Something to hate.
I am the force behind the dark that keeps you awake. The one that keeps you still as you pray to god that it passes and doesn’t see you. The next time you call me beautiful think of every shadow that has touched you in your dreams.
Run from me, boy. Forget you ever saw me. Lie down and hate the day you heard my name.
I am no calmer than the height of the storm. The raging winds have
The DancerHear me read itMore Like This
The night I met Jessie she was beautiful. She swayed to the almost intolerably loud music as if her bones were made of it. She was something unknown. I remember the sharp cut of her hair had run across her cheek, parallel to her carved-out cheekbone. It looked like a wig, I wanted to touch it. I wanted to touch her, and see if she felt like plastic. Who could ever believe that someone so perfect could be so real. I regret that. I regret doubting her reality.
Eventually she bought me a drink; she called it an Appleté but trapped in the pulsating fuchsia lights of the club it looked purple. It tasted like jealousy; sour and eye watering. When I told her this she laughed a little, apparently she'd heard that one before. I drank it anyway. I wanted to slot into my assigned role in her fantastical world.
We talked a little. She served other men drinks. The ones in the shadows could have been my reflection. It was confusing. The
Get upHear me read itMore Like This
She sat on the edge of her bed staring at the floor. Within her scope of vision there were many things she could look at. Many things to think about and process. There was a slate blouse that had wilted at the bottom of her bed, or her pale foot placed beside it. The foot looked unnatural there, with no pressure to grip it to the ground it looked unbelonging, like a cast aside prop. Yet she did not look, or think, or notice.
She just stared, blindly, for an hour, her thoughts were obnoxious and churned the paltry paste of self-disgust in her heart muscle, but they were relatively quiet as she repeated over and over in the forefront of her subconscious "Time to get up."
Time to get up. It was time to get up. It was time to get up and get on with her life. It was time to get a life. It was time. It was time to get up.
Unprovoked tears swelled and scattered loosely amid this trail of thought. She kept going, over and over, It
1. IntroductionWho am I?More Like This
I ask myself this question over and over.
I can't remember much that happened before I was found.
It's just blank.
Like a veil of thick fog covering everything in front of me.
No matter how close I look, it never clears.
I try and try to find out what happened, but no luck.
I ask the man who found me.
He doesn't know.
Says he will help.
I ask his sister.
She doesn't know.
Says not to worry.
I go back to where I was found, to see if anything triggers a memory.
A flash, a thought, a sign.
A day goes by.
I go back to where I was found.
I walk through the sand.
I hear the gulls.
I feel the wind.
I see the rain coming.
Wonderland (1)5:35 AM--SaturdayMore Like This
I sit on the hood of the car, my Hello Kitty sunglasses pulled down tightly over my eyes, waiting for the line of cars we are trapped in to inch forward. “Why didn’t I bring anything to drink?” I wonder dully, my inner voice sounding stupid and spaced out even to me. “Oh shit, I’m supposed to be driving,” I remember. We’ve been trying to leave for nearly 45 minutes and have thus far made no progress. Inside my tiny Civic, my roommates doze lightly, stirring every now again to check our nonexistent progress. I’m tired myself, but I can’t sit still. Bass is still creeping under my skin, making me jitter and sway though there is no music playing other than the damp, nonsensical pounding of other people’s stereo systems.
The sun has just begun to peek its head over the horizon and yet it is already oppressively hot. Sweat is clinging to my body like a second skin and I can feel my hair stick
Jury DutyI choke down the thingsMore Like This
you wouldn't understand
so I don't have to shrink
under your judgement.
My third eye turned inwards
is jury enough;
never experiencing anything but
playbacks of bygones
of a girl no longer here.
All I know is hate for my past,
so I'll never let you see it.
All you know is love for my present,
so you don't understand
why compliments make my gaze
can't fight the current,
into the depths
of my own Mariana Trench.
Through these lies,
my past infects who I've become;
sickly purple veins
climb my limbs like ivy
till they reach my heart
and shut it down.
I'm so sorry I haven't been honest,
but if I didn't give myself a fresh start,
La Petite MortI’ve tried to find that placeMore Like This
in the coastal-plains forest
where he took it,
that first time
when I shivered
in the Southern summer
and couldn’t meet his eyes,
but it was always secret
and now it’s lost
down the twists and turns
of narrow roads.
I only remember scratching bites
for weeks, little red reminders
of what I’d lost in the pine straw.
Later, it was never
rolling waves of hot pleasure
or toe-curling, mind-melting anything,
so I started to think I was broken,
that he’d broken me.
I stopped caring –
Men were built like mountains
and trees and draft horses
and I liked the smell of them.
They would curse and bless and pray
into my shoulder,
intoning my name like a prayer
to some primeval goddess.
Later, we would laugh at steeples
poking the dark sky
with their stern white mimicry.
I always felt tall sitting naked
in their dark-haired arms
with a glass of red in my hand
and the words fluid in my mouth.
Nothing much ever came of it,
but I always l
my body is a funeral servicethis morning i emptied your ashes into the sky, hoping to watch them sift through my fingers like an eagle taking flight. but the wind carried them backwards and my face became an ashtray for memories. you came back to me, like you always do, like a kiss or a reoccurring dream that i can never forget. i became cloaked in black grain, the remnants of your body. your cremated smile was caught somewhere between the stinging in my eyes and the ash on my jacket.More Like This
in that moment my body became a funeral service. my lips preached your names to the trees. i forgot what it was like to feel anything but hymns pressing down on my back like the heat of the sun. i smelled of incense and bones burning in a fire people are paid to create. it was more than i could bear. for weeks, i obsessed on how someone could lift a motionless shell of a body into an inferno, watch people die a second time and accept their paycheck at the end of the day.
i wanted to step into that crematorium and pluck pulses like f
The HeistMy name is Matt, and I've never felt so alive in my life. This heist has just gone bad; cops have just begun to rain the area, as far as I know, there're 3 casualties so far. Now I'm next. Afraid isn't the half of it. I couldn't even go to sleep last night. But now, everything is just way too nostalgic Why am I smiling?More Like This
"Through the vault!" Jeremy's barking orders now, we both saw the boss get riddled with bullets through the security cameras. Now that was a sight. I doubt that there is a true leader now, but Jeremy filling in his place makes sense. He's possibly more capable at this than the boss himself. "MOVE YOUR ASS, VIRGIN!" Jeremy rushes past me and gracefully slips into the tight crack of the vault door, away from the cop's line of fire. The cops wouldn't dare fire at me; there are still civilians down the same hall- that thought was abruptly ended when they proved me wrong, they're firing! I swore as I began to crawl for the vault, out of the cop's sight, yearning for th
Dear ValentineDear Valentine,More Like This
Your gifts are flattering, but very, well, frightening. Don't get me wrong. The cards, chocolates, and flowers are all very nice. The locks of hair, however, are not. Nor are the 5 a.m. phone calls.
I must confess that I have a boyfriend who is not a fan of the attention you have been giving me. He found out about you breaking into my car to leave that adorable giant stuffed bear, and has called the police. It would therefore behoove you to cease and desist this romantic endeavor before you are dragged away for stalking. I really do apologize.
The frightened object of your affection
Best of luck in your future romances!
83. HealLuka bit his lip, trying not to sit too close to the very hungover boy beside him.More Like This
"He said I'm too old," mumbled Cam. His arms were folded on the table, and his head was buried in them. "Too old."
"You're not too old," Luka said quietly, placing a hand over his friends' and squeezing it.
Cam lifted his head, and Luka could see his eyes were red from crying. Cam never cried.
"Well that's what he said."
"Because he's a bastard," Luka replied simply, unable to hold back a smile. He'd wanted to say that for a long time.
"What the hell did you do?" demanded Luka. His dark eyes were narrowed and his fists were clenched; his small frame tense. Cam would've found it funny if not for the expression on Luka's face: pure, livid anger.
"It's just hair dye and piercings, Panda," Cam explained, trying and failing not to sound sarcastic. "It isn't a big deal."
"Yes it is! Half your hair is orange!"
"You like orange."
"But you have holes in your face! Is that even legal?!"
Cam stood u
TWP: Interview with a PonyRead the full, edited version of the story on my FiMfiction account found hereMore Like This
I want to try something completely different for this story. The plot is the final hiring process as started a couple stories ago. Since I really want to present a funny story without losing continuity too much and letting the story get too cluttered, I am going to do something I don't think I have ever seen, but I think this is the best way of presenting the story. Well, I have seen it in comics before. Anyway, how I will be presenting the interviews is by having the question get asked and several characters responding. There will be some prerendered cutscenes, but those are the only characters where a full interview is warranted.
PS/Warning: Droll Tale may make a reappearance.
The Power Block, Ponyville's lone video game store, is once again closed but for a very important reason. The Wandering Physicist, the st
TWP: The Wandering Physicist Arrives in PonyvilleRead the full, edited version of the story on my FiMfiction account found hereMore Like This
It was a cool summer afternoon when he arrived in Ponyville pulling a small cart of belongings. He had heard that there was another like him in the town, but he had remained undetected for this long, even in the face of a war that consumed his entire species. He was just too busy at the time to join in the battle.
Like the (in)famous Doctor Whooves, he was a Time Lord. Unlike The Doctor, he did not really see the need to travel through time and space after he arrived in Equestria and had his first encounter with the Neightendo Entertainment System. From that point on, he was a little distracted. Just a little. Before the age when most future Time Lords get exposed to The Untempered Schism as part of earning their Cutie Mark, he had already earned his Cutie Mark thanks to a marathon session of Supe
A Case of the Giggles Part 4IV. Kats and TailsMore Like This
Kat awoke much later then she had wanted. The first thing she saw was the textbook laying on the desk. She groaned with mental agony just thinking about it. The last thing on her mind was the history assignment. But if she wanted any relaxation this weekend. It was gonna have to be done. She managed too crawl out of bed. A chore she found very hard too do any day. Shuffling across the room she plopped herself down on the chair. She opened the book too where it had been marked. The problem now was trying too read it. Just looking at the words made her eyes yawn. She thanked God she was almost done. One could only take so much history class before it began too burn their brain. After fifteen minutes of head pounding hell. She finally finished and good riddance too it. Why any person would put a kid through such inhuman arithmetic torture was beyond her. The answer was probably too hideous to be known. Besides, she was done and could finally take in the weeke
A Case of the Giggles Part 3III. Curiosity Tickled the GhostMore Like This
Kat made her way back to the study. When she got their the Ghostly Trio had left. Though they had left their mark. Not only was the place messed up, and it smelled like rotten eggs and eight month old Limburger.
'Okay, so they decided too leave the scene of the crime, typical. So were could they had gone now?', she thought.
She started too think this through. They weren't in the best of moods when she left them. When they were like that they normally took out their anger on Casper. Of course, they already had done that. The next thing they would do was go out on one of their scare raids. Though there was one other thing as well. They were hungry, which meant they probably went too the kitchen. Sure enough, that's where they were.
All three were seated at the table that had been piled high with food. It was their lucky day after all. The refrigerator was completely stocked. All they had too do was help themselves the contents inside. By the time Kat got
A Case of the Giggles Part 2II. What the Fleshy SawMore Like This
Kat got up from her chair and stretched her arms over her head. She looked over at the alarm clock on the light stand. It read: 6:42.
"Wow I guess time flies by even when your not having fun.", she said with a yawn.
It was true. She could think of several other things she'd rather be doing. Unfortunately for her it would have to be wasted on boring homework, and not just any. This one assignment happened too be for history class. Which always gave her headaches. Not only did her head hurt but her back and legs were also killing her from sitting so long. What she needed was a break and a drink of water. She turned of the desk light and walked out of her room.
The hall curved too the left as it neared the main stairwell. For some reason the mansion was way too quiet. That was either a good or bad thing, depending on how you looked at it. The silence meant one of two things. Either the Ghostly Trio were away somewhere or they were in the mansion waiting
A Case of the Giggles Part 1A Case of the GigglesMore Like This
A Casper Tickle Story by FoxyRoxy
I. The Meal That Never Was
Casper laid on the floor in his room. The sound of the toy trains' whistle echoed off the walls, as it made it's way around the circular track suspended on the ceiling. All his toys, or the ones he had finished playing with had been placed back on their shelf. One thing that Casper didn't like, besides scaring people, was causing someone pain or injury. He always was picking up after himself or at least placing the unused toys in a far off corner. That way no one would slip or trip over them. Even his bed had been neatly made. An array of plush toys had been setup on top of it. Several of them had been gifts from Kat. Just some she had won in one of those crane games in the arcade.
At the moment he was busy reading one of the many comics he had spread out in front of him. Him and Kat had discovered his stash sometime ago in one of their many trips too the mansions' attic. The reason he had them hidden wa
The Admin's FeastOn the main island of DeviantART, a hierarchy lived. This group mainly took care of the other islands and kept the islanders in line. Sometimes, they even killed or sent the unruly islanders away if they caused too much trouble or hadn't come of age yet. This was also were they performed ritualistic shoving of the royal stick up the butt.More Like This
All was well until one of the royal sticks fell out. This royal stick cried for the fact that it was losing its home in the butt crack of a certain high admin warrior princess. Out of the few high admin warrior princesses, this one was the wild one. She had wild green hair and barely-proper attire. If anything, she would wrestle the other admins in a t-shirt and shorts. If they lost, which was daily, she got a free drink. Her weapons were a pair of razor-bladed bats that had rusted from the blood of those who ticked her off.
One day, she thought that her home was boring and decided to use her secret powers. With a wave of her hand, she created booze,
The Troll Queen's BallAfter the troll queen was killed, the crown was up for grabs. Any young, naive female could grab it. It was best that she was young and naive or she could not be groomed properly for the king. She also had to fight the concubines who would kill to be by the side of the king and used many ways to kill. This was a problem after the bride wars ended up with a giant, partly nude catfight and a lot of betting. Plus it got naughty inbetween the fight.More Like This
So by the king, by decree, said to all of Deviantart that he was having a ball to find his new queen. He had sent out invites to all the islands in hopes of that his perfect bride would come.Soon, droves of the island girls came to this ball in hopes to see the king and gain the crown. But there was a price to this crown.
The queen was usually the first to die.
Without being said, the girls still dressed up and came like a flood. They fawn over the king inoccent at everything. Soon the king chose a few girls. Some of them
The Death of the Troll KingIt was a hard time for Trollheim as the residents wept. Their glorious troll king had died by the hands of the high admin warrior princess and her swift, merciful ban hammer of justice. Soon, all of his bodies where found and slaughtered without sweat or a breath of weakness. They buried over 150 of the troll king's bodies with possesion of the kind. His meek followers and the weaker trolls wept for the fact that no one would guide them anymore . His main body was buried next to the troll queen. The rest was buried in a huge vault far into the jungle and a magical seal was placed as a means to prevent anyone from using the bodies.More Like This
After the funeral the princes and the generals got into a huge fight. So huge that it shook the very fabric of Trollheim. It was a fight to see who would be the next glorious troll king of Trollhiem. This would ensure power, riches, and magic of every kind; it was also a way to get some babes to.
Soon, Complaints City or Complaintopia had to hear a
Troll Island of dA In the Universe known as the internet, there's a small planet called Deviantart. Now this planet had was mainly islands with a main island that was run by royalty who where called the admins. This island also where higher ups and sometimes underclass stayed. Anyone esle had an island to go to.More Like This
Those who was on this planet stayed on the island they belong too. Each island had a steady supply of what ever they need, including tons of energy as a means of communcation for food, supplies, or just to chat. When ever life became boring for them, the islanders would travel or surf to other islands to chat and learn a new trick or two before returning to their own island. This usually helped their island more than normal.
The planet was peaceful sometimes but, drama was always there. If it wasn't complaints and ranchers milking lulz cows for all their worth before being marked and set free, it was troll island.
Teaching Ted to Laugh Part 5V. What Dreams May BecomeMore Like This
Ted was so giddy when he left Audrey's house, if his scooter had feet it would've danced all the way back home.
As he pulled up into the driveway, he took in a huge, delicious breath of that fresh, afternoon air. Ted had never felt so happy in all his days, he literally skipped up to the front door. Upon entering he was greeted by his mother. He smiled at her, asking her how her day was. She said not a word, just gave him a look. The boy was so happy he hardly noticed, that is until he heard her speak.
"Theodore Wiggins, would you mind coming this way.", she said in a rather cross manner.
Now Ted didn't think he'd come home that late. Whatever it was that had gotten under her skin, he had no clue what it could be. But never once did he disobey his mom when it came to having a talk, he knew better than that. It was wiser to hear her out then to test her. And so, he followed her into the living room. She took a seat on the sofa and told him to sit. Without quest
Teaching Ted to Laugh Part 4IV. Oh The Games We Will PlayMore Like This
Now that Ted didn't feel quite so different. It was time for him to get use to the tickling itself. So, Audrey did her best to make each experience fun for him. To do this she made everyone of them into a game. The very first one that they played she called, 'Baby Dragon'. She had gotten the idea off an old cartoon episode she had watched when she was younger. In this particular one. A young dragon is infected with a case of the hiccups. Every time the poor, little guy hiccupped a bubble came out of it's mouth. These bubbles were highly explosive, contain compressed fire from it's belly. During the said episode, an evil race of beings known as, Rocnargs, had capture the little dragon. Taking him high up on a hill over looking a vast kingdom, these creatures began using the dragon as some sort of weapon. By harnessing the capabilities of these bubbles, the Rocnargs were able to cause maddening devastation on the helpless kingdom. In order to produce more of
Teaching Ted to Laugh Part 3III. Sensitivity TrainingMore Like This
Audrey sat next to Ted, holding him close. She didn't like the fact he thought he was a freak. Not only did it make her feel bad, but it just wasn't true. He'd gone through a terrible experience, and was just trying to cope with it the best he could. Ted didn't agree. After all, she'd gone through the same thing, though not nearly as long as he had. How come she wasn't suffering from nightmares and stuff?
Audrey tried to explain to him the best way she could. She told him that no one person is the same. While two individuals might experience the same thing. One of the two might be more sensitive then the other. Therefore, one of them might go on coping with the memory with no foreseen problems. While the other sought help, because he or she couldn't do it alone.
Ted understood what she was trying to say. Though he wasn't going to tell his mother or his Grammy Norma. If one word of this reached either one, chances are his mother would go absolutely nuts
Teaching Ted to Laugh Part 2II. Doctor ShrinkerMore Like This
The next morning Ted awoke to find himself alone in his room. He got out of bed and went out into the hall. No one was in the bathroom and judging by the empty rooms, everyone else was up. He heard voices coming from down stairs, and so he followed them into the dining area.
There sitting at the table were his mother, Grammy Norma and Audrey. They all smiled at him as he approached, telling him to take a seat. Ted sat down between his Grammy and Audrey. There was a strange feeling about that table, as if he had a part to play in their conversation. Before he could say a word, his mother spoke clearly to him, "Ted, honey. Me, Grammy Norma and Audrey have been talking amongst ourselves. We think, giving the circumstances the way they are. We feel that maybe you should see someone about these dreams of yours."
Ted looked at his mother as if she had a Bar-ba-loot stuck to her head. 'See someone?', he thought to himself. He'd never heard of a dream doctor before, or if a
Teaching Ted to Laugh Part 1Disclaimer: The Lorax and all other related character are properties of Dr. Seuss and Illumination Entertainment, and are used without permission.More Like This
Teaching Ted to Laugh
A Ted Wiggins, Audrey Tickle Story
The story your are about to read, although is fictional in every sense of the word. Parts are written as they occurred in many a dreams I had after watching The Lorax movie for the first time. Enjoy
I. Bad Dreams
Ted Wiggins sat at his desk in his room. Before him was another model he was busily constructing. To look at him, he seemed like anyone else his age. He was into sports and playing video games. He was in love with a girl named Audrey Summersend. The two had been going out for nearly two years now. Yes, to all Ted was a normal, active fourteen year old boy. That is until he falls asleep, and that's when the troubles begin.
It had been almost two months since his ordeal with Aloysius O'Hare, the scheming, greedy dirt bag who'd kidnaped him. The purpose
Teddy-Beared Part 4IV. The Stream of MarlericMore Like This
The three walked through the Truffula valley with the Once-Ler leading the way. He knew the Lorax had to be around somewhere. He'd just seen him the other day walking with some Bar-ba-loots. But as they went on, no sign of the furry, orange creature could be seen. The Once-Ler was about to try looking in a different part of the valley. That is until they heard a sound coming from over the hill.
It was a strange sounding noise indeed. To the Once-Ler, it didn't sound new to him. He was sure he'd heard it before, though he couldn't remember where or when. This noise rose into the air, circling about them. The closer then got the more it grew. Until at last they reached the top of that short mount. There below. in a open part of the valley, were a group of about twelve, young Swomee-Swans. Standing atop of a rock was the Lorax, with a long stick in his hand. He waved it to and fro as if conducting a band. Which wasn't to far from the truth. It just so happened t
Teddy-Beared Part 3III. The Bear NecessitiesMore Like This
Ted had awakened from a sound sleep, probably the best one he'd had in years. Yet, he found himself somewhere he'd never being before. The room was circular in shape, with a domed ceiling fix with solid gold plating. The floor itself also shined from the chandelier lights above, as it glistened off the smooth, golden tiles. The walls were covered in long, expensive dark red curtains. The sides of each wall were lined with golden trim. On his right he saw several, large windows that overlooked a darkened sky. In the middle of this place was a large, oval desk. A tall, red cushioned chair sat alone at the desks end. Atop this desk sat a model of some miniature city.
'Where the heck am I?', Ted thought to himself. At the moment he was seated in a chair, much like the one at the desk, but smaller and not nearly as elegant. His feet resting comfortably on a plush foot stool. He tried getting up but quickly discovered his limbs had been tied. Some strange, pink colo
Teddy-Beared Part 2II. Morning HairMore Like This
The sun was just peaking over the valley. It's warm rays of radiant shine began to slowly coat the entire city of Thneedville. On the fourth house on Funnler Drive, was the home of the Wiggins family. On the third floor with the window facing the street, was Ted's room. The boy had , had a somewhat restful sleep. If not for the nagging itch, he would've slept like a baby. Fortunately, the sensations weren't too unpleasant. Though he'd awoken several times to scratch, he didn't worry too much about it. The good news was, the after-taste brought on by the berry was completely gone. Ted was thankful for that.
The warm rays of the morning flooded in through his window. With a yawn and a smack he sat up in bed. Again the pestering itch attacked. With sleepy eyes he dragged himself out of bed. Dragging his stocking feet across the floor. He opened the door and moved slowly down the hall. Ted made his way into the bathroom to freshen up. He flicked on the lights as he shielde
Teddy-Beared Part 1Disclaimer: The Lorax and all other related characters are properties of Dr. Seuss and Illumination Entertainment, and are used without permission.More Like This
I. Barbal Berry Pies
The sun shown brightly across the Truffula Valley. A soft, gentle breeze brushed over the fresh, green grass. The babbling lakes were a twitter with the sounds of Humming Fish. Up above, in that fresh morning air. Swomee-Swans graced the skies with their song. All about the tree covered land, the Bar-be-loots frolic. Playfully rolling and jumping about. Resting under the shade of those beautiful trees. Feasting upon their delectable fruits, happy running about in their Bar-ba-loot suits. When from the north they heard a sound, of something rumbling and grumbling about. Off in the distance it approached. The bright reds and yellows shining forth, it's huge, massive wheel spinning about. As the lone scooter came ever closer, several of the furry animals perked up. Their eyes grew wide with delight
The Seed EpilogueAfter O'Hare had his men had been thwarted by The Lorax, and his Bar-ba-loots. Ted and Audrey bid him farewell, and started back toward Thneedville.More Like This
When they finally got back into town, they gave each other a warm hug and continued back to their respected families. Ted was greeted by his worried mother and Grammy Norma. He was surprised to know they didn't ask him where he had been. They were just happy to have him back. Eventually, he did tell them everything, well all except for his torturous experience. He felt they had worried enough without putting them through anymore mental strife.
His mother had taken the whole Ted-bot thing pretty hard. She seriously wanted to kick herself for actually believing that, that robot was her son. Ted told her it was alright. Heck, when he first saw it himself he couldn't tell the difference. The only one that could was his Grammy Norma, but at the moment she wasn't saying much about it. She figured her daughter was punishing herself enough as it w
Pup Owns the Mafia, Part FourDisclaimer: Puppy is my kitty. Fromage is my kitty. The elites are Fromage, Smokey, and DC; the latter two are sorta my kitties...More Like This
He had grown up protected from the outside world, though he had heard things from his 'brothers' about fights wars, even between anything that could fight. Tales of blood and loss tainted his dreams. When he first went out, he found the stories to be true.
There was fighting, death, despair, and so many other things that shouldn't be. He knew he had to stop it.
After talking to many a cat, he discovered one thing they all had in common: a love for catnip. He met Fromage, who he learned he could trust, and agreed to help bring everyone together and stop the inter-species wars. With help fro Fromage and his own brothers, Puppy established a trade, if you will. Cats that don't get in fights are rewarded with catnip for their benevolence.
However, power is corrupt, and, like many before him, Pup got greedy. He turned almost hatef
Pup Owns the Mafia, Part ThreeDisclaimer: Brian knows not that he's in this, but Sara knows she's in here. Good day~More Like This
The human that pays attention is the one to be weary of, but they knew she was trustworthy. She could convey their stories, tell the world to be ready; she didn't care if the world didn't believer her here friends believed and were ready to help the new 'Mafia' gain some respect and keep it stable.
The human's cousin, the one who took in Gizzemo, knew what was going on. Both approved and defended their cat-family. The older brother of the journalist was the first to notice, but he was only joking didn't realize he was right. The cousin, who believed but was indifferent, didn't know she was helping when she let 'Gizzy' step outside for a bit. When she found out, she found it funny that she didn't notice; she didn't stop, though, instead pretending she still didn't know, but secretly smiling.
The youngest of the human trio,
Puppy Owns the Mafia, Part TwoDisclaimer: Smokey is my grandmother's cat, Bubbey is mine, DC is my brother's, I think... Gizzy is Sara's, and "Mother" is the Momma Cat who, like the kittens mentioned, I will gladly claim. My grandmother and I are mentioned, as well as my mom (sorta) and I'm not sure if you can sue me for any of this.More Like This
I was taught how life works when I was quite young. Never cross someone who can hurt you. Mother said that DC, Gizzemo, and I are lucky. We have smart humans who'll protect us; and, now, we have five healthy, young siblings. However, it wasn't always this easy.
I remember having three sisters and three brothers at first. I also remember the first thing I ever saw as a kitten: four of my litter mates being killed by a raccoon. That was when I realized that someone has to stand up for the weaker of my odd extended family.
The humans that helped Mother birth me found my, now smaller, litter and I one morning and, in a rush, brought us inside their home. Wh
Puppy Owns the Mafia, Part OneDisclaimer: Wait, I'm one of the characters, as is my cousin... Other than her and her pets, I either am or own all of the characters, so HA! No suing me for using a person who agreed to be part of this or for using her kitty and dogs.More Like This
A dark shape darts to and fro in the night, staying out of sight of anyone wondering about. The shape passes under a light and is revealed to be a fluffy, black cat. The cat quickly looks up the street before scurrying across to hide under a house.
The cat sees a small grey striped cat carefully place a paw-sized packet underneath the stairs and glance over to him.
"Gizzy? How'd you get out here?" one of the two human girls, both holding dog leashes, asks and picks up the striped cat.
"Oh, I bet she just put something under there for Fromage to come get." the younger of the two jokes and they unleash the dogs and let them back into the house before following inside, laughing quietly.
Fromage, as the humans call
Sherlock Chatroom 11 (MycroftXReader)More Like This
(The pic will make sense near the end)
(Y/n) has logged on.
Sebastian has logged on.
Mycroft has logged on.
‘Carry On My Wayward Son! – YN’
‘What? – Mycroft’
‘There’ll be peace when you are done! – Sebastian’
‘Wtf? – Mycroft’
‘Lay your weary head to rest! – YN’
‘Don’t you cry no more! – Sebastian
‘Ah! – YN’
‘*Awesome solo* - Sebastian’
Jim has logged on.
John has logged on.
‘Once I rose above the noise and confusion! – YN’
‘What? – John’
‘Just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion! – Sebastian’
‘Oh god not this crap again – Jim’
‘*Dramatic gasp* JIM! THIS IS NOT CRAP! – YN’
‘*Le gasp* HOW DARE YOU! – Sebastian’
‘I really need new employees – Jim’
‘Yes you do – Mycroft’
(Y/n) has sent a PM to Sebastian.
Sherlock Chatroom 3 (MoriartyXReader)More Like This
(Y/n) has created a chatroom.
John has logged on.
Mary has logged on.
‘Hello Watsons! – YN’
‘(Y/n)! It’s been forever! – Mary’
‘You saw her yesterday – John’
‘Shut up John – YN’
Sherlock has logged on.
‘Ok who broke my brother? – Sherlock’
‘Broke how? – John’
‘He’s sulking – Sherlock’
‘He asked me out – YN’
‘Did you say yes? – Mary’
‘No. I let him down as easy I said his ego should be enough satisfaction for him – YN’
‘Lol – John’
‘That’s cruel – Sherlock’
‘Well I don’t like him like that. Sure he’s hot but I like someone else – YN’
Greg has logged on.
‘Hey Greggy – YN’
‘Don’t – Greg’
‘Aww why? – YN’
‘Is Greg the one you blew Mycroft off for? – Mary’
Sherlock Chatroom 2 (MycroftXReader)More Like This
(Y/n) has logged on.
John has logged on.
‘Hey (Y/n) – John’
‘Hi – YN’
‘What’s wrong? – John’
‘Some creep left a goldfish on my doorstep – YN’
‘A goldfish? – John’
‘Yeah it’s weird – YN’
Sherlock has logged on.
‘Hello – Sherlock’
‘Hey Sherlock – YN’
‘Hi – John’
‘Hey Sherlock is it weird someone left a goldfish outside my flat? – YN’
‘Yes – Sherlock’
‘I wonder who it was – John’
Moriarty has logged on.
‘Hey Jim – YN’
‘Hi (Y/n) – Moriarty’
‘Seriously? You again – Sherlock’
‘Yes me again – Moriarty’
‘Jim did you send me a goldfish? – YN’
‘No why? Do you want a goldfish cause if you do I can have one there in 5 minutes? – Moriarty’
‘No I don’t want
Sherlock ChatroomJohn was sitting on his laptop bored when suddenly a notice popped up saying he was in a group chat.More Like This
‘Hello John – SH’
‘What do you want Sherlock you’re in the other room?! – JW’
‘Bored – SH’
‘……. – JW’
‘Why am I here? – GL’
‘Lestrade? – JW’
‘Yes? – GL’
‘Who hacked my laptop? – MH’
‘I did – SH’
‘Sherlock! – MH’
‘Mycroft! – SH’
‘Sherlock! – JW’
‘John! – SH’
‘Greg! – GL’
‘………. – SH’
‘What no one was saying my name? – GL’
‘Why am I here?! – MH’
‘Bored – SH’
‘Hey guys – MH’
‘Who the hell are you?! – MH’
‘Molly – MH’
‘Lol – GL’
‘This is going to get confus