FanFiction! :D

My fanfic is going to be one of the cartoon network show, Adventure Time around four years into the future. In it, Princess Bubblegum  turns evil and marry's the ice king. Finn , Marceline and Jake have to fight to protect the land of Ooo from the crazy Princess Bubblegum and her husband.

All the lonley people...

In meinem Herzen bin Ich mag alle anderen. But, to the rest of the world i'm an abomintation. I don't worship their 'God'. I don't exclusivley like the opposite sex. I'm becoming an empty shell, without a purpose or meaning. It feels like im alone in this world, like im not meant for anything. It seems i just can't hold my head up anymore...  

"Back Of The Book"

Meet Lilian Tyga who is a normal, sweet 16 year old, who calls her self " Straight Edge" which means no drugs, or alcohol.  Meet Noah Rider a 19 year old who lives on the edge, and for the next high. When they meet, hell splits open, and What is that in the air? Love? or Hate?

Rising Action Story

The wind whipped around us as we hurried to the church. Rain began to fall, lightening slamming all around. This must be the end of the world.

I looked up at the cloud, and what i saw must be gods way of coming to earth. It was made of clouds, and wind, taking the oddest funnel shape.

It only stayed for a moment, but it single handidly destroyed the most famous cathedral we have here in Italy. Wood, and glass was flying around, then crashing into a huge pile of debris and trash.What did god have against our religion? Have mercy on us!

The best imaginable

           I rested my head on my hand, and watched my little girl play dolls with her father. They were laughing, and i was a s cute as can be how such a grown man could play pretend with his daughter.
           "Get down here." My husband teased, pulling on my foot. I Slid off the couch and in front of my daughter, who was smiling at me. I picked up her newest doll and began treating it like a real baby for her amusement
          "KNOCK-KNOCK" Said my mother as her and my father entered my home. I smiled, got up and greeted them both with huge hugs.
          "Lily was just about ready for cake" I said as i walked them into my black and white themed kitchen, and over to the bright pink cake on the counter, "She insisted on all strawberry"

"The worst imaginable"

           The sky was crying but the mournfull people dressed in black weren't. The look on their faces grim, black, lifeless, as if the happiness went extinct.
           "We are gathered here today to celebrate the life of Bernice Arrowood" The man at the pulpit said, his sweaty hands clutching to the handkerchief in his coat pocket.
           I made my way up to the gorgeous peach colored casket and peered inside. My small hand rose, and traced the outline of her face, and took her cold stiff hand in my living one, "I miss you too much" I said with a heavy sigh, my voice choked by tears, to afraid to let them fall from my face.
          "Hannah," Said my father as he approached me, laying his hand on my shoulder, "It's okay to cry, you know."
          I stood silent for a while, admiring the smile that was still firmly planted on her face, "She..she wouldn't like that" I said finally, leaning down to kiss her sweet, wrinkled cheek.
         My dad smiled, his eyes red from weeping, and he led me back to our seats in the lengthy red pews, allowing the man to continue his speech.
         "I love you.." I said to myself, looking up, hoping maybe she'd be looking back at me.

Now you wish that you meant something to somebody else.

          I pinned the girls hands above her head and grinned, her eyes full of a dimming flame that i can extinguish or kindle at any moment. Her chapped lips parted to speak, but only to be blocked again by a sweaty bandanna.
         "Be quiet." I said as i pushed her forward on her back, clamping her her two ankles in rusty shackles. She writhed, and whimpered, trying to free herself, all i could do is laugh.
         I picked up my scalpel and traced it along the skin of her forehead, making a red, puffed up design of where i wanted to cut. I began to pull at it, making it taught and---
                  "CUT!" Shouted the director, standing up from his seat, "More emotion! you're a artist, you're a killer, you're the most emotion-filled sack of flesh there is!"
                I pulled myself away, and my co-star was freed, and she went to break. I wiped the sweat from my brow, and sighed. Another day, another bad rumor, another sick twisted movie.

Shelter From the storm

        I cuddled with his jacket as he poured out coffee. I smiled to myself, my eyes tracing his silhouette.
"Baby, We're out of creamer." He said, searching through the cabnits. I yawned, looking at him with bored eyes.
       "Hot chocolate okay?" He asked, holding up the box.
       "God yes!" I shouted, the biggest grin on my face.

Interior Monologue--Job Interveiw.

What the hell is this guys problem? I hate it when people stare. God im hungry... Oh wait, here's the boss. Man he's cute. Mmm.. Uhh...think of micheal, lily, micheal only. This is going pretty good, mhm. Holy shit! 10 dollars an hour? Momma hit the jack pot. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Crap, do i have any previous experience in this feild? Uhh...no. Shit. I'm still hungry... Focus lily focus. I can't oh god im so hungry. We should have ate before we came. FoodFoodFoodFoodFood. I could really go for chicken nuggets right now. Oh, yay, i got the job. Go me! FOOOOOOOOOOOD. Shut up brain, seriously! Now, if i can just find micheals money i can... ah shit i let my wallet at home. Quit saying shit! Shit, i just said it again.

Vignette 8

           Open eyes, sore hands, blue skies. It began with a rowm then spouted into a feild. I just couldn't stop. Trees, grass, plants. Everywhere there was green.
           Picture a open feild, roughly 6 achers. Green, and flourescent colors blooming, reaching out to the bright sky. My one true love.
          It grew, and grew. Life from end to end. Too  much to water, and feed. I looked to the clouds to protect them.
         Nothing, no rain, not a drop of water everywhere. Dry leaves rubbing, dry leaves beginning to burn. A fire spreading, leaving no corners untouched.
        Firefighters came fast, there hoses injecting water to the flames. Blue, red, blue, red. Good and evil battling against the force of nature.
       I watched from the sidelines as the fire died. No green in sight, a black, dead mass replacing my once thriving landscape.

"Wild Side"

                   I gripped the 3Oh!3 CD in my hand, and walks swiftly up to my room. My face flushed red as i turned on the stereo, my hands shaking with excitement. Close, Pause...Play.
                   I sat in front of my stereo and stared in amazement, i was so bad. The up-beat music danced around my ear drums, serenading me, asking if I'd like to join. I stood, and let my body move with the music.
                   "Linda" called my mother from the hallway. I stopped what i was doing and turned of the stereo, storing the CD between Mozart and Beethoven.
                                     That was too close.

My role -- Personal Writing Collection

I am hilarious,
The family joke,
The loser,
The clown.

Never taken seriously,
and always put down,
but yet i pretend,
it's all a game in the end.

Crack a joke here and there,
Let them see me weak,
Laughing, laughing that's all i do,
Until they see me weep,

Cry a tear,
That's always worksm
Gets the crowd roaring,
Play it off,
Slip and Fall,
Until they think i'm boring.

Throw me out with the trash,
Keep me locked up in a cage,
Oh wait,
I'm up again,
Here i go, to be battered and bruised,
Remember, it's just a game.

"Around the world"

                  There she stood, bright eyes, with soft skin that resembled freshly fallen snow. Her pale pink lips curves into a smile as we stood, just simply staring at each other. That's when i knew, she was the one for me.
                  She parted her lips to speak, but then shut them as fast as she opened them, both of us speechless. I flashed her a grin, my hand reaching out to her.
                  That's when she cocked her head to the side, confused. Her once beautiful blue eyes that shined like the ocean waters clouded with darkness, and pain. Her soft skin that was fragile like porcelain doll, now decayed and aged from worry.
                  My eyebrows furrowed, my eyes squinted, looking over this stranger. This was not the woman i loved.
                 I turned my back on her and shrugged, walking away, ignoring her pain.
                                         Goodbye, Earth, Goodbye.