Diary of a punishmentDay 0, April 27:More Like This
Hey guys, I wanted to write this story, because I wanted to tell you about my experience with the worst punishment a person can suffer.
Usually I didn't mind about punishments, my parents gave me an hell of them, I even can say that I spent my whole life being in kinds of punishments, seriously, but this, this was absolutely the worst, trust me.
And last, but not least, don't blame me if I make any grammar or orthography error, at the end you know me, one time I even made a mistake, writing "elementery" instead of elementary.
All this crazy story starts the 27th of April, while I was at school, and mrs Krabappel was teaching a Math lesson, I was looking out of the window, waiting, in vane, for an interesting event.
Milhouse, officially, was at home with a severe temperature, but in fact, he was at school, but not in the class, waiting for eleven o' clock, just like me.
We had something ready, that we projected for the last two days, and the only thing I hoped now was t
The Simpsons: DeconstructionMore Like This
As is usual for an episode of The Simpsons, our story begins in Springfield.
Bart Simpson wrote on the chalkboard "I will do something meaningful instead of writing a fic that celebrates an immortal show." As soon as the bell rang, he went out on his skateboard.
He bounced atop a pile of leaves Groundskeeper Willie was raking on his way, revealing Barney Gumble to be buried beneath the leaves.
We cut to the Springfield Nuclear Power Plant, where Homer once again leaves with a carbon rod under his shirt.
Lisa Simpson is yet again kicked out of music class by Mr. Largo for deviating from the song the class was supposed to play. As usual, she blissfully walked down the halls while still playing her saxophone.
Marge drives home with Maggie playing with a toy steering wheel. Both of them honk their horns, which wakes up Grampa, who was also in the car.
Eventually, the entire family made it home.
Everyone sat on the couch and sighed, as if they had been doing hard grueling work this past 27
Zero - CreepypastaMore Like This
A young girl with carmel colored hair and green eyes sits in her front lawn, the warm summer sun beating down on her pale skin covered in bruises. To think, this sweet young girl was being violently hit by her peers just hours before. Alice was her name, she was a kind and intelligent girl but didn't seem to have many friends, so she often spent time alone creating her own friends, imaginary friends if you will. She had so many of these friends, in fact, she had to name them all numbers just to keep track. Out of them all there was one that stood out in particular, her name was Zero. She was the very first of Alice's imaginary friends, created to protect Alice from all of her bullies. Whenever they would tease or physically beat her, Zero was there to take care of them. They were best friends and spent everyday together, telling her stories, jokes and even make fun of Alice's neighbor who was in charge of watching her when her parents had to go out on business. Life wasn't so lo