If you know me, you'll know that one of my favorite cartoons of all time is "Ed Edd n Eddy." There's just something about this show that strikes me the right way; it's also one of the few shows that was able to make me laugh out loud as a kid. Plus, the three main characters themselves are fascinating, and it was always fun writing them when I was a fanfiction writer. In the beginning, there wasn't really anything wrong with this show, at least to me. In fact, there isn't any episode in the first season that
There was a moment where he tried to think back on who would kidnap him. There last year on his birthday where he was kidnapped and tickle tortured by a weirdo mouse. It could not be true that he was being nabbed again by the same mouse. His senses told him that it sure was that same mouse. Who else would go to all this trouble to kidnap him and put him in this elaborate trap?
Just then a TV set in the middle of the room went on, making static, startling the pup.
“What the hell?” He was not surprised one bit to see the white mouse, Jake, who b
There were no lizards here, not a single grain of sand. There were times he ached for home, this time especially, when it should have been a miserably hot day, but instead was so cold it made moving painful.
He let his hand droop from the rock's surface and turned to the warmth of the camp he and his caravan had set up just outside of Winterho
"Most people are so ungrateful to be alive, but not you, not anymore..."
-Tobin Bell "Saw" 2004
(Alec is sitting on a chair in a dark room with a single light and several televisions in front of him. He is asleep until he finally stirs and he starts to open his eyes) "yawn*" (he tries to cover his mouth but he finds he is unable to, his eyes manage to readjust to the lack of light as he looks at his left arm which has been strapped down to the arm of the chair. Confused, he tries to move his feet but he finds they have been trapped to the legs of the chair. He is starting to grow concerned until he turns and is shocked to find a gun on a pedestal aimed at his head with his hand sewn to the gun, unable to remove his hand from the gun. He panics and tries to move away but cannot) "WHAT THE F*CK IS GOING ON?!?! SOMEBODY ANSWER ME!?!?!?!?!?!?!" (just as he starts to struggle, one of the televisions turn on and show static before the image of a
With a sigh, I swung my legs off of the bed and slapped my feet onto the cold floor. The lights had snapped on a couple minutes ago, jarring me out of the unpleasant dream I always had. When they had first locked me up, I had hardly slept, huddled in the cold corner of my cot, trying my best to ward off the chill that pervaded the whole facility. Now, I had adapted. The cold no longer mattered to me, nor did the harsh light. When I awoke, I was wholly awake. There was no longer a lengthy transition between waking and sleeping. It was as though I were a machine, off or on. It made it easier to answer their questions when they wo
However the rhythm of the drums was ever changing, growing and evolving. It prevented one from allowing themselves to become complacent. She was, of course used to such practices, and had learned to find the true beat the relentless drums, however to someone new to the music? Their mind would be slowly trying to find the rhythm, only for it to change jarringly, suddenly, a discordant disharmony of sound.
She smiled her typical small smile, though no one could see – the large man who beat the relentless rhythm was blindfolded, allowing himself no distraction from his crea
Kalibose squinted his eyes at the spellbook in front of him until the runes danced before his eyes. It still didn't reveal why the circle they were casting could not be made mobile, or why it was limited to such a small space. He pinched the bridge of his nose against an encroaching headache. It had been two weeks since the trip to Eldre'thelas, and they had made absolutely no progress on protection spells. He scowled crossly at Merrick, who was idly setting bits of brush on fire beside him. No thanks at all to him.
Whatever had happened in the upper rooms with the Archmage, Kalibose was pretty sure he would never hear the whole story. But what he did know was that Merrick was changed somehow. He was more distant. He had lost some of his passion for magic: he had several times declined doing spellwork late at night, and then had disappeared for hours at a time with no explanation.