Explore nanners

Butterfly Effect MiniCat “Aren’t you going a little, uh, overboard with the yogurt?” Mini asked into his cell phone.            “No,” Wildcat replied from the other side. “Aren’t you going overboard with the peanut butter?”            Mini, who was in the grocery store, gasped. “How dare you accuse me of such things. You know, I think I saw bacon a few aisles back, pig.”            “Hey, you’re not even buying breakfast right now,” Wildcat said back. “We just can̵

Survive A Gassnaynay Choice Fanfiction Open the door? Choice 1: Yes Choice 2: No

Dreamer Part 1 A Terrornuckel Fanfiction Based on The Longest Journey series -- -- -- The Dreamer woke up, and took in his surroundings. He quickly realized he’d just awoken into one of his worst situations yet. While usually he appeared in the same general area, it seemed life had thrown him a curveball concerning this one. He wasn’t anywhere near it. He was on a boat. A boat in an ocean. A boat that appeared to be moving. Suddenly very worried that the title “stowaway” might apply to him now, he subconsciously pulled his new article of clothing around himself. A jacket, and a nice one too. Had he been wearing

Can You See Me Yet? Chapter 2: The Game is On -- -- -- Ze tried to think. What had he been doing that may have caused the visions? Just regular things… getting a glass of water and looking in the mirror had triggered it already, and since then editing a video had also been added to that list. He had to be prepared for the next time, though. Ready to take in all of… the person’s surroundings. It was currently one in the morning, and Ze hadn’t even thought about sleeping. He passed the time laying in his bed, checking Twitter. He watched as Tweets from people seven, six and even five hours ahead of him began to roll

Kiss Like a Firework An H2OVanoss fanfiction celebrating two cool countries By Cookie “Can’t wait until the Fourth of July,” Delirious commented. “These fireworks are gonna look bad-fricking-ass.”            Evan blinked a few times, making sure he heard him right. “No, they won’t. Because,” he slid the box away from Delirious and smiled, “we're using them before.”            “What do you mean... Oh no way!” Delirious suddenly glared daggers. “These fireworks are for my own patriotism! Get your own, don’t use mine!” He nabbed the box of fireworks back

            A rather beat up looking truck, with the words Yogsboys Jaffas written on it sped down the desert roads. The driver was a pale man, whose eyes were fixated on the path ahead of him. In the only passenger seat, there was another man, asleep. His hair, though primarily a dark brown, had a dirty blonde bang to it. His feet were rested on the headboard, lazily.            The screen that was in between the two beeped. The pale man only looked at it, before hitting the one next to him, waking him up immediately.            “Ah!” Ry

Poem (and accompanying deaths): Ten little roosters, all gathered to dine. One choked on his rage, and then there were nine. (Michael Jones, poisoned drink) Nine little roosters, now running from fate. One tripped over themselves, and then there were eight. (Gavin Free Prime and Gavin Free Two, ran into each other and fell into mousetraps) Eight little roosters, two others in heaven. One was martyred, and then there were seven. (Chris Demarais, shot by several arrows whilst defending Burnie and his "religion") Seven little roosters, one liked to draw dicks. Life imitated art, and then there were six. (Burnie Burns, stung by a scorpion in fron

Advice. He was so scared. It felt like there were wet tissues in his chest. It was hard to breathe, he couldn’t organize his thoughts… When Max could actually comprehend a bit of what he was thinking, it was clumpy and cold. Of course he was panicking. Why wouldn’t he panic in this situation? “You’re not listening to me! Everything you’re saying is for yourself!” “Well maybe if you would bother to show me an ounce of respect, I would listen! And how much do I do for you? How much have you ever done for me?!” Max knew they weren’t the perfect relationship. Hell, the fake ones on