You're My Happy Mistake"So you have no friends, huh?""Nope.""Gee, thanks, then what am I?""You?""Mhmm"You're someone I can't stand the thought of being without. You're someone I treasure, someone I love more than myself, you're my soulmate. I see only you, I hear only you, you're the man that makes me cry the longest and laugh the hardest. You are my everything, without you I am incomplete and life is pointless."You're a happy mistake."
Analyzing the 2ps! ~Switzerland~Analyzing the 2ps! ~Switzerland~ YA-HO-HO TRA-LA-LA-LA!!!!(sorry I couldn't help it) So, yeah, today, we've got our dear Switzy. Or I should say, 2p!Switzy. This badass goat-lover (if you know what I mean) is awesome. Not as awesome as Prussia, but still, quite awesome. I like his stay-the-fuck-out-of-my-territory attitude. Well, I can say that this attitude is non-existent in 2p!Switzy's case (I love calling him that way.... I don't know why..). He's more of an 'Oh, welcome to my country, dude, stay as long as you like. Here, have some expensive chocolate' type of dude(kind of like America really). And, yes, 2p!Switzy buys anythin
The Children of Summer Summer is just around the corner, and nature seems to come to life. For many children, their backyard's beauty finally returned, not witnessing the beauty of nature since winter's first snowfall. Imagination was at an annual high, with kids unable to build snowmen or make cakes, pies, and soup with mud. Plays and stories within their imaginations were acted out, not realizing how many writers would kill to have such a spontaneous creativity again. One day, the young boys and girls would run around, playing house. The next day, they could be in a Medieval kingdom, fighting dragons as knights. Each day was a different story and a
Panda Bear Gender .::Short Story::.Read Description first. Thank you. Final day of preschool. Next thing I knew I was heading into kindergarten. I was going to be in the same school as my big sister. Yet I was still unsure to my surroundings and what's going on. I walking into the classroom like everyday. My mom in my hand and my cat ear headband on my head. I always had them on me, I went no where without them. I hugged my Mom good-bye and watched her leave. My teacher, Ms. Susan took my hand and walked me to the group circle with my other classmates. This was the last time I would see most of them. I still barely knew them. I only knew a girl and a boy, James and Sam. Th
Free. Ch. 9: Eye to EyeFree. Ch. 9: Eye to Eye"Yes. We can both talk bunny." Cake looked at me. I looked at the green eyed kitten. How is this possible.I think I should ask Marshall."Marshall!" I yell. Cake looked at me her fur standing on end and she curled up into a ball again closing her eyes. Marshall ran down the steps in only boxers and went over to me. "What's wrong Bunny?" He asked."C-cake was talking!" Marshall raised an eyebrow at me. "Cats don't talk Fionna...""But she really was talking!""Maybe you should get some sleep...""Why don't you believe me!""It's a hard thing to believe... but if you insist..." Marshall floated over to Cake
Tips to fill void left by Cartoon NetworkMissing Young Justice and Green Lantern, check out some tips to help temporarily fill in the void for both shows:First, continue to watch both shows on Cartoon Network and that way it'll help bring up the ratings.Second, buy the DVDs cuz' who knows, if the sales are high, the network executives would probably revive the show (ex: Family Guy did the same thing not so long ago)Third, continue to buy the remaining issues of the GLTAS tie-in comics published by DC ComicsAnd speaking of comics, be sure to check out the New 52 Teen Titans series and the Green Lantern ones as well because like YJ and GLTAS, they have drama, action, and a lit
Free. Ch. 10: Special BondsFree. Ch. 10: Special Bonds I screamed as the strange girl pounced on me. She stuck her tongue out and hissed her tongue in front of my face. I saw two white fangs glint in the light as I looked up at her. She looked so familiar. Where had I seen her before?"Oh come on Anabelle. Get off the poor girl." I heard a voice from the doorway. Anabelle got off of me and flew back over to the doorway as I sat up and looked at the man in the door."Fionna? Are you alright?" Marshall ran downstairs over to me helping me up. He had a few scratch marks on his arms and face. "Why did you scream?" I pointed to the man in the doorway who looked at u
More Conversations With Doci.“Have you heard any of the scripts on the radio yet?”“You keep asking me this Doc. I think you’re getting Alzheimer’s. I don’t listen to the radio, remember? And when I do, it’s the classic rock station.”“I would assume, if one is writing something to be on the radio, that one would start listening to the radio.”“I don’t think the college station broadcasts all the way to Benton anyway. Besides, I’ve already heard it.”“You know, Warren Zevon - he did Werewolves of London, you know that song?”“Yeah?”“You do?”
Testing GravityHe leaned back in his chair looking at her standing behind him. Two chair legs came off the ground, "careful if you fall I won't catch you" she said."Yes you will""No I won't" He tilted the chair back further, smiling and looking her in the eyes as the chair slipped on the grass and he let gravity take over. She reached her arms out and slid under him to break his fall.He beamed at her, "See, told you.""Asshole..."
OFF TheoriesOFF TheoriesBurntSurely we've all heard that once you get to the final battle of the game, you see the batter's "true form", as if we were oblivious to it through out the whole game despite us controlling him. Now what if that was the case for Burnts? After all, the Bad Batter has a strong resemblance to most of the other specters in the game, which it should, including those dino burnt guys in Zone 3, there isn't much to prove this, but I thought it might be interesting.The 4th WallThroughout the game, Zacharie constantly talks to you instead of the batter and always gives reminders this is all just a game, also The Judge speaks to y
(4.59)my life, as it stands, has coalesced, condensed, into so many spilled pencils and a few haphazard ribssplayed canvas-beige across my sheets,the echoes of barking dogs nipping at the heels of my dreams. for whatever reason, more than anytime before,there is hidden meaning in everything i see;the streamers of spidersilk glinting silver and bright in pockets of sunlight from the branches of my dead brothers cherry tree,tyrannical thunderclaps booming down from every storm three a.m has had to offer this week,some kind of philosophical sledgehammer in the sunset knuckling toward my stretch of coastline even as i'm writing this.i'm sur
eyelidshanging curtains over the soul's windows
Angelic Dream, or Demonic Nightmare - Ch 1Red sky loomed over me. Black crows flew in circles further ahead, falling to the ground, one by one. The grass was a beautiful green with small white flowers layering the dirt.I walked slowly towards the circle of dead crows and stopped.A girl. A girl the age of eight years old.She stood there staring at me. I did the same.The girl was short, wearing a shredded brown dress that went to her knees and was barefoot. She had long brown hair. Her face was covered with shadow.A crow flew down to her, talons ready as if to attack.But it only bounced off the air surrounding her and fell to the ground. Dead.More followed shortly after,
My shortest horror story...I found a spider in the house today.
Writers BlockThe words are there waiting to be printed upon the paper, waiting for the smooth moments of graphite floating across the white landscape. For the ink to sink into the permanence that is literature. They wait, but all for naught. The words are there, but the fingers hesitate over each key uncertain of what order they must be dropped. Doubt lashes across each word, tearing them apart only to create individual letters. The masterpiece awaiting for its chance to be told, gone forever.
LuckyOnly 2 million people have the luck to live in Macedonia...the others have everything else...! :]