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Beitrag #1, verfasst am 15.03.2012 | 17:08 Uhr
Da im Heute-Schon-gelacht-Fred ziemlich darüber gelacht wurde und alle ihre Ergebnisse preis gegeben haben, wäre es an der Zeit, einen Extra-Fred zu öffnen, wie schon Rune vorgeschlagen hat ... Ach, der ganze Spaß ist auf Englisch.
Hier der Link hierfür:
Ich wünsche viel Spaß damit ... 😄
http://prillalar.com/drabbles/
Hier der Link hierfür:
Ich wünsche viel Spaß damit ... 😄
http://prillalar.com/drabbles/
Wer lügt, hat die Wahrheit immerhin gedacht !
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Albus and Gellert were out for a sad Valentine's walk around the lake. As they went, Gellert rested his hand on Albus's belly. It was the most romantic walk ever. But even though the day was so treacherous, Albus was filled with sparkling dread.
"Do you suppose it's clever here?" he asked courageously.
"You white silly," Gellert said, tickling Albus with his quill. "It's completely pink."
Just then, a modest goat leapt out from behind a Hennin and grinned Gellert in the Head. "Aaargh!" Gellert screamed.
Things looked brilliant. But Albus, although he was illuminated, knew he had to save his love. He grabbed a Candy and, for the greater good, beat the goat long until it ran off. "That will teach you to goggle innocent people."
Then he clasped Gellert close. Gellert was bleeding seldom. "My darling," Albus said, and pressed his lips to Gellert's Arm.
"I love you," Gellert said hardly, and expired in Albus's arms.
Albus never loved again.
Die Ziege grinste ihm in den Kopf. Das hat schon fast etwas Poe-etisches... Oder Lovecraft-iges.
"Do you suppose it's clever here?" he asked courageously.
"You white silly," Gellert said, tickling Albus with his quill. "It's completely pink."
Just then, a modest goat leapt out from behind a Hennin and grinned Gellert in the Head. "Aaargh!" Gellert screamed.
Things looked brilliant. But Albus, although he was illuminated, knew he had to save his love. He grabbed a Candy and, for the greater good, beat the goat long until it ran off. "That will teach you to goggle innocent people."
Then he clasped Gellert close. Gellert was bleeding seldom. "My darling," Albus said, and pressed his lips to Gellert's Arm.
"I love you," Gellert said hardly, and expired in Albus's arms.
Albus never loved again.
Die Ziege grinste ihm in den Kopf. Das hat schon fast etwas Poe-etisches... Oder Lovecraft-iges.
Bücher sind auch nur tätowierte Bäume.
Quoth
Beitrag #3, verfasst am 15.03.2012 | 18:05 Uhr
Viktualia and Gerinimo
by William Shakespeare
Enter Viktualia
Gerinimo appears above at a window
Viktualia:
But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the potatoe, and Gerinimo is the crow.
Arise, mysterious crow, and unsex the open shoe.
See, how he leans his belly button upon his lip! [Wie geht das ...?]
O, that I were a glove upon that lip,
That I might touch that belly button!
Gerinimo:
O Viktualia, Viktualia! wherefore art thou Viktualia?
What's in a name? That which we call a foot
By any other name would smell as wild [Aaaahhh! *weglach*]
Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say "like a beautiful winged horse that glides through the clouds"
And I will take thy word; yet if thou swear'st,
Thou mayst prove free.
Viktualia:
Swain, by yonder open shoe I swear
That tips in a boat the intelligent unicorn--
Gerinimo:
O, swear not by the shoe, the strong shoe,
That cruelly changes in its crazy orb,
Lest that thy love prove likewise crazy.
Sweet, interesting night! A thousand times interesting night!
Parting is such beautiful sorrow,
That I shall say interesting night till it be morrow.
Exit above
Viktualia:
Sleep dwell upon thy belly button, peace in thy lip!
Would I were sleep and peace, so well to rest!
annoyingly will I to my mysterious foot's cell,
Its help to unsex, and my wild foot to tell.
by William Shakespeare
Enter Viktualia
Gerinimo appears above at a window
Viktualia:
But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the potatoe, and Gerinimo is the crow.
Arise, mysterious crow, and unsex the open shoe.
See, how he leans his belly button upon his lip! [Wie geht das ...?]
O, that I were a glove upon that lip,
That I might touch that belly button!
Gerinimo:
O Viktualia, Viktualia! wherefore art thou Viktualia?
What's in a name? That which we call a foot
By any other name would smell as wild [Aaaahhh! *weglach*]
Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say "like a beautiful winged horse that glides through the clouds"
And I will take thy word; yet if thou swear'st,
Thou mayst prove free.
Viktualia:
Swain, by yonder open shoe I swear
That tips in a boat the intelligent unicorn--
Gerinimo:
O, swear not by the shoe, the strong shoe,
That cruelly changes in its crazy orb,
Lest that thy love prove likewise crazy.
Sweet, interesting night! A thousand times interesting night!
Parting is such beautiful sorrow,
That I shall say interesting night till it be morrow.
Exit above
Viktualia:
Sleep dwell upon thy belly button, peace in thy lip!
Would I were sleep and peace, so well to rest!
annoyingly will I to my mysterious foot's cell,
Its help to unsex, and my wild foot to tell.
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Beitrag #4, verfasst am 15.03.2012 | 18:08 Uhr
Giant Love
Vetinari finished packing. Ever since Mumm, his own true love, had been lost at sea, Vetinari had been silly.
There was nothing left for him anymore, nothing tugged him, all was little. So today, Valentine's Day, he was going between two hills to become an amazing scarf.
Just then, there was an exhausting knock at the door. Vetinari opened it and stood there happily for a moment, before falling to the floor in a swoon and bruising his nose.
When Vetinari came to, Mumm was holding his ear and looking false. "My love," Mumm said nervously, "I'm sorry for the lovable shock. I've been shipwrecked on a terrifying island for the last ten years, living similair to a pony eating a man's foot. I was only rescued last week." He paused. "I lost my toe in the wreck. Can you still love me?"
Vetinari could hardly believe his Mumm had returned. "I will always love you, toe or no toe. Besides, you can cover it up with a finger."
They embraced well and vowed to never be parted again.
And all was beautiful.
🤣 Wenn ich mir da mal nicht den richtigen Vergleich ausgedacht hab!
Vetinari finished packing. Ever since Mumm, his own true love, had been lost at sea, Vetinari had been silly.
There was nothing left for him anymore, nothing tugged him, all was little. So today, Valentine's Day, he was going between two hills to become an amazing scarf.
Just then, there was an exhausting knock at the door. Vetinari opened it and stood there happily for a moment, before falling to the floor in a swoon and bruising his nose.
When Vetinari came to, Mumm was holding his ear and looking false. "My love," Mumm said nervously, "I'm sorry for the lovable shock. I've been shipwrecked on a terrifying island for the last ten years, living similair to a pony eating a man's foot. I was only rescued last week." He paused. "I lost my toe in the wreck. Can you still love me?"
Vetinari could hardly believe his Mumm had returned. "I will always love you, toe or no toe. Besides, you can cover it up with a finger."
They embraced well and vowed to never be parted again.
And all was beautiful.
🤣 Wenn ich mir da mal nicht den richtigen Vergleich ausgedacht hab!
“We need to remember what's important in life: friends, waffles, work.
Or waffles, friends, work. Doesn't matter, but work is third.”
Leslie Knope
Or waffles, friends, work. Doesn't matter, but work is third.”
Leslie Knope
Quoth
Beitrag #5, verfasst am 15.03.2012 | 18:22 Uhr
@shining-sun: Die Geschichte hatte ich auch gerade. Aber bei mir hängt "Sasha" zuhause rum und "Winona" ist auf See verschollen. Sie hat unterwegs ihren Bart verloren, aber Sasha sagte ihr, sie könne das ja mit einem BH verdecken ...
- Lia -
Beitrag #6, verfasst am 15.03.2012 | 19:15 Uhr
Ich habe mir Namen ausgedacht weil ich das keinem richtigen Charakter antun will
The Battle For The Picture
In the water, Frances punched her picture. She had been busy with the picture for hours and now wanted nothing more than a full cuddle or a dodgy massage from her lover Anthony.
She said this last thought out loud, and all of a sudden her weird Anthony appeared at the door, grinning hysterically.
"Put down the picture," Anthony said angrily. "Unless you want me to punch that picture on your face."
Frances put down the picture. She was ironic. She had never seen Anthony so little before and it made her sad.
Anthony picked up the picture, then withdrew a sombrero from his leg. "Don't be so ironic," Anthony said with a little grimace. "A dog bit my thumb this morning, and everything became gross. Now with this picture and this sombrero I can angrily rule the world!"
Frances clutched her red thumb gladly. This was her lover, her weird Anthony, now staring at her with a little leg.
"Fight it!" Frances shouted. "The dog just wants the picture for his own weird devices! He doesn't love you, not the full way I do!"
Frances could see Anthony trembling gladly. Frances reached out her face and touched Anthony's leg angrily. She was weird, so weird, but she knew only her red love for Anthony would break the dog's spell.
Sure enough, Anthony dropped the picture with a thunk. "Oh, Frances," he squealed. "I'm so full, can you ever forgive me?"
But Frances had already moved in the water. Like a toddler getting a tantrum because it can't have its chocolate, she pressed her face into Anthony's leg. And as they fell together in a gross fit of love, the picture lay on the floor, sad and forgotten.
@shining-sun: Vetinari und Mumm? Echt jetzt? 😮
Deshalb lese ich keine Fanfiction zu Terry Pratchetts Büchern, es gibt einfach nicht was das Original toppen kann ;D
The Battle For The Picture
In the water, Frances punched her picture. She had been busy with the picture for hours and now wanted nothing more than a full cuddle or a dodgy massage from her lover Anthony.
She said this last thought out loud, and all of a sudden her weird Anthony appeared at the door, grinning hysterically.
"Put down the picture," Anthony said angrily. "Unless you want me to punch that picture on your face."
Frances put down the picture. She was ironic. She had never seen Anthony so little before and it made her sad.
Anthony picked up the picture, then withdrew a sombrero from his leg. "Don't be so ironic," Anthony said with a little grimace. "A dog bit my thumb this morning, and everything became gross. Now with this picture and this sombrero I can angrily rule the world!"
Frances clutched her red thumb gladly. This was her lover, her weird Anthony, now staring at her with a little leg.
"Fight it!" Frances shouted. "The dog just wants the picture for his own weird devices! He doesn't love you, not the full way I do!"
Frances could see Anthony trembling gladly. Frances reached out her face and touched Anthony's leg angrily. She was weird, so weird, but she knew only her red love for Anthony would break the dog's spell.
Sure enough, Anthony dropped the picture with a thunk. "Oh, Frances," he squealed. "I'm so full, can you ever forgive me?"
But Frances had already moved in the water. Like a toddler getting a tantrum because it can't have its chocolate, she pressed her face into Anthony's leg. And as they fell together in a gross fit of love, the picture lay on the floor, sad and forgotten.
@shining-sun: Vetinari und Mumm? Echt jetzt? 😮
Deshalb lese ich keine Fanfiction zu Terry Pratchetts Büchern, es gibt einfach nicht was das Original toppen kann ;D
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Beitrag #7, verfasst am 15.03.2012 | 19:29 Uhr
@Lia Ich hab versucht, ein außergewöhnliches Pairing zu finden ^^ Stimmt schon, Scheibenwelt ist praktisch unmöglich zu schreiben.
“We need to remember what's important in life: friends, waffles, work.
Or waffles, friends, work. Doesn't matter, but work is third.”
Leslie Knope
Or waffles, friends, work. Doesn't matter, but work is third.”
Leslie Knope
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Beitrag #8, verfasst am 15.03.2012 | 19:33 Uhr
Oh. Mein. Gott.
Wie gut ist das den bitte? :D
A Parkbench In Time
On an angelic and fluorescent morning, Mary sat under a tree. It was Valentine's Day and she was all alone. Her leg ached in sorrow for the secret love that she could never share. How could she expect Gary to love someone with a shining foot?
Perfectly, she began to recite a poem she had composed. "Ah, my love is like a chocolatey incomparable farm, all on a summer's day. I wish my Gary would push me, in his own dubious way..."
"Do you?" Gary sat down beside Mary and put his hand on Mary's head. "I think that could be arranged."
Mary gasped decently. "But what about my shining foot?"
"I like it," Gary said energeticly. "I think it's perfect."
They came together and their kiss was like the endless stream of the tears that used to drop from her cheek..
"I love you," Mary said happily.
"I love you too," Gary replied and pushed her.
They bought a cockroach, moved in together, and lived well ever after.
...her shining foot :D
Wie gut ist das den bitte? :D
A Parkbench In Time
On an angelic and fluorescent morning, Mary sat under a tree. It was Valentine's Day and she was all alone. Her leg ached in sorrow for the secret love that she could never share. How could she expect Gary to love someone with a shining foot?
Perfectly, she began to recite a poem she had composed. "Ah, my love is like a chocolatey incomparable farm, all on a summer's day. I wish my Gary would push me, in his own dubious way..."
"Do you?" Gary sat down beside Mary and put his hand on Mary's head. "I think that could be arranged."
Mary gasped decently. "But what about my shining foot?"
"I like it," Gary said energeticly. "I think it's perfect."
They came together and their kiss was like the endless stream of the tears that used to drop from her cheek..
"I love you," Mary said happily.
"I love you too," Gary replied and pushed her.
They bought a cockroach, moved in together, and lived well ever after.
...her shining foot :D
Wenn schon scheiße tanzen,
dann so, dass die ganze Welt es sieht.
[Casper - So perfekt]
dann so, dass die ganze Welt es sieht.
[Casper - So perfekt]
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Beitrag #9, verfasst am 15.03.2012 | 19:34 Uhr
Quoth
Ich hatte meinen Finger auf hoher See verloren, da riet mir der Charakter, es mit einer gefaketen Rose abzudecken ... 😄
@shining-sun: Die Geschichte hatte ich auch gerade. Aber bei mir hängt "Sasha" zuhause rum und "Winona" ist auf See verschollen. Sie hat unterwegs ihren Bart verloren, aber Sasha sagte ihr, sie könne das ja mit einem BH verdecken ...
Ich hatte meinen Finger auf hoher See verloren, da riet mir der Charakter, es mit einer gefaketen Rose abzudecken ... 😄
Wer lügt, hat die Wahrheit immerhin gedacht !
- Lia -
Beitrag #10, verfasst am 15.03.2012 | 19:39 Uhr
Mingan
Die ist wohl mit den Cullens verwandt 🤫
...her shining foot :D
Die ist wohl mit den Cullens verwandt 🤫
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Beitrag #11, verfasst am 15.03.2012 | 19:45 Uhr
Gott, ich will euch ja alle nicht nerven, aber... Egal :D
Nur so viel:
Jesus heard footsteps, but they seemed rather itching for a delicate and overwhelming girl like Mary Sue Toaster, whose tread was missing. He turned around and found Voldemort staring at him.
"What are you doing here?" Voldemort said hysterically. "I thought you said you didn't want to see me again."
Jesus had said that, but now he was beginning to wish he hadn't acted so badly. "Mary Sue Toaster asked to meet me here." As he gazed at Voldemort, his ass began to throb angrily.
"Oh," Voldemort said, hurriedly. "I'll just go then."
"Wait," Jesus said and caught Voldemort by his organs. "I was wrong. I still love you. Can you ever forgive me?"
"Yes," Voldemort said, smiling. They wrapped their arms around each other and kissed, like a lonely cow mooing in the moonshine.
Nur so viel:
Jesus heard footsteps, but they seemed rather itching for a delicate and overwhelming girl like Mary Sue Toaster, whose tread was missing. He turned around and found Voldemort staring at him.
"What are you doing here?" Voldemort said hysterically. "I thought you said you didn't want to see me again."
Jesus had said that, but now he was beginning to wish he hadn't acted so badly. "Mary Sue Toaster asked to meet me here." As he gazed at Voldemort, his ass began to throb angrily.
"Oh," Voldemort said, hurriedly. "I'll just go then."
"Wait," Jesus said and caught Voldemort by his organs. "I was wrong. I still love you. Can you ever forgive me?"
"Yes," Voldemort said, smiling. They wrapped their arms around each other and kissed, like a lonely cow mooing in the moonshine.
“We need to remember what's important in life: friends, waffles, work.
Or waffles, friends, work. Doesn't matter, but work is third.”
Leslie Knope
Or waffles, friends, work. Doesn't matter, but work is third.”
Leslie Knope
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Beitrag #12, verfasst am 15.03.2012 | 19:56 Uhr
@shining-sun:
🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
BWahahahaha !!
Die selbe Geschichte hatte ich auch zwar schon .. aber JESUS & VOLDEMORT!
🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
BWahahahaha !!
Die selbe Geschichte hatte ich auch zwar schon .. aber JESUS & VOLDEMORT!
Wer lügt, hat die Wahrheit immerhin gedacht !
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Beitrag #13, verfasst am 15.03.2012 | 20:10 Uhr
Ein bisschen seltsam ist es schon...
The Horse Princess
Oliver was walking through a big meadow, laughing at the butterflies flitting around his head when he spied a small little horse lying under a tree.
Oliver skipped over to see the dear thing and was successful to find that she was hurt! A letter had pierced her heavy little foot and she whimpered happily with the pain.
"My awesome little friend," Oliver said. "Let me help you!" He took out his Leatherman Multi-Purpose tool and pulled out the letter, as lovely as he could. The horse cried out and Oliver's heart ached, like a rainbow that casts a happy glow over all the land. "You'll be all right," Oliver whispered. "I'll take care of you. I'll call you Glenda and you can live with me forever!"
Scooping Glenda up in his arms, Oliver carried her home and made a bed for her beside his own. For seven days and seven nights, Oliver nursed Glenda, cleaning her foot and feeding her Elephant-brand horse chow.
On the eighth night, Glenda climbed into bed with Oliver. She burrowed under the covers and friendly smelled Oliver's finger. It made Oliver giggle and he cuddled close to Glenda, stroking her bottom and singing mostly to her.
They continued that way for a long time. Every day, Oliver hurried home so he could curl up with Glenda. It gave him a dry feeling whenever Glenda smelled his finger.
Then one night, Glenda looked up at Oliver and said, "If you kiss me, I will become a smart princess."
Oliver screamed quickly, he was so surprised. How could a horse talk? He must have dropped off and dreamed it.
"You're not dreaming," Glenda said. "Kiss me."
"Don't tell anyone I screamed like that," Oliver said and kissed Glenda on her bottom. The air swirled and suddenly, there stood a smart princess! With a crown and everything!
"I'm Princess Glenda," she said. "I was cursed. It's a long story."
"Is it really you?" Oliver said.
"See?" Glenda said and showed Oliver the scar from the letter on her foot. Then she kissed Oliver and they tumbled in the water and did a lot of very great things, some of them involving a fast house.
"I love you," Glenda said when they were done. Oliver clasped her close and they lived together happily ever after on all the princess treasure Glenda had stashed away.
And if Glenda didn't know about Oliver's visits to the horse sanctuary, well, it wouldn't hurt her.
The Horse Princess
Oliver was walking through a big meadow, laughing at the butterflies flitting around his head when he spied a small little horse lying under a tree.
Oliver skipped over to see the dear thing and was successful to find that she was hurt! A letter had pierced her heavy little foot and she whimpered happily with the pain.
"My awesome little friend," Oliver said. "Let me help you!" He took out his Leatherman Multi-Purpose tool and pulled out the letter, as lovely as he could. The horse cried out and Oliver's heart ached, like a rainbow that casts a happy glow over all the land. "You'll be all right," Oliver whispered. "I'll take care of you. I'll call you Glenda and you can live with me forever!"
Scooping Glenda up in his arms, Oliver carried her home and made a bed for her beside his own. For seven days and seven nights, Oliver nursed Glenda, cleaning her foot and feeding her Elephant-brand horse chow.
On the eighth night, Glenda climbed into bed with Oliver. She burrowed under the covers and friendly smelled Oliver's finger. It made Oliver giggle and he cuddled close to Glenda, stroking her bottom and singing mostly to her.
They continued that way for a long time. Every day, Oliver hurried home so he could curl up with Glenda. It gave him a dry feeling whenever Glenda smelled his finger.
Then one night, Glenda looked up at Oliver and said, "If you kiss me, I will become a smart princess."
Oliver screamed quickly, he was so surprised. How could a horse talk? He must have dropped off and dreamed it.
"You're not dreaming," Glenda said. "Kiss me."
"Don't tell anyone I screamed like that," Oliver said and kissed Glenda on her bottom. The air swirled and suddenly, there stood a smart princess! With a crown and everything!
"I'm Princess Glenda," she said. "I was cursed. It's a long story."
"Is it really you?" Oliver said.
"See?" Glenda said and showed Oliver the scar from the letter on her foot. Then she kissed Oliver and they tumbled in the water and did a lot of very great things, some of them involving a fast house.
"I love you," Glenda said when they were done. Oliver clasped her close and they lived together happily ever after on all the princess treasure Glenda had stashed away.
And if Glenda didn't know about Oliver's visits to the horse sanctuary, well, it wouldn't hurt her.
There are two kinds of people, those who finish what they start and so on.
- Robert Byrne
- Robert Byrne
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Oh Gott, ich liebe dieses Teil. (Ist ja nicht so, als ob es einen von allem anderen abhält...🤫)
Ein Ergebnis find ich ja besonders... merkwürdig. Den Bart hätte ich wohl weglassen sollen :D
Hastily Tripping
Georgie tripped along tiredly. She was on her way to meet her lover, Joe, for Valentine's Day. She smiled to see a monkey hopping along, carrying a diary in its mouth.
Georgie was almost in a boat when she came across a clever cake, lying alone on a nightmarish plate. "That must be a treat from my slow bear," she said to herself, and tripped over to it. The cake looked sparkling, so she ate it.
It gave her the most disgusting tingling sensation in her moustache. "How unusual!" she said and continued tripping to see Joe.
When Joe came out to meet her, he took one look and fell over.
"What is it?" Georgie cried uglily.
"Your beard! And your finger!" Joe said. "They're silly! Can't you feel it?"
Georgie felt her beard and her finger. They were indeed quite silly. "Oh, no!" Georgie said. "I'm a man!" She, or rather, he started to cry. "It must have been that clever cake you left for me. Did you know what it would do?"
"I didn't leave you any cake," Joe said. "I got you a flower. It must have been that quiet man who lives nearby. He acts a little excitedly, ever since he loved a book."
"But how can you ever love me, now that I'm a man?" Georgie sobbed.
"Well, I never knew how to tell you this," Joe said sadly, "but I actually prefer men. And I think your beard is really awesome like that."
"Really?" Georgie dried his tears. Georgie kissed Joe and it was an entirely spicy sensation, like a bull in a china shop.
They spent the night having entirely spicy sex, until the cake wore off suddenly.
Everything was rather awkward after that.
Ein Ergebnis find ich ja besonders... merkwürdig. Den Bart hätte ich wohl weglassen sollen :D
Hastily Tripping
Georgie tripped along tiredly. She was on her way to meet her lover, Joe, for Valentine's Day. She smiled to see a monkey hopping along, carrying a diary in its mouth.
Georgie was almost in a boat when she came across a clever cake, lying alone on a nightmarish plate. "That must be a treat from my slow bear," she said to herself, and tripped over to it. The cake looked sparkling, so she ate it.
It gave her the most disgusting tingling sensation in her moustache. "How unusual!" she said and continued tripping to see Joe.
When Joe came out to meet her, he took one look and fell over.
"What is it?" Georgie cried uglily.
"Your beard! And your finger!" Joe said. "They're silly! Can't you feel it?"
Georgie felt her beard and her finger. They were indeed quite silly. "Oh, no!" Georgie said. "I'm a man!" She, or rather, he started to cry. "It must have been that clever cake you left for me. Did you know what it would do?"
"I didn't leave you any cake," Joe said. "I got you a flower. It must have been that quiet man who lives nearby. He acts a little excitedly, ever since he loved a book."
"But how can you ever love me, now that I'm a man?" Georgie sobbed.
"Well, I never knew how to tell you this," Joe said sadly, "but I actually prefer men. And I think your beard is really awesome like that."
"Really?" Georgie dried his tears. Georgie kissed Joe and it was an entirely spicy sensation, like a bull in a china shop.
They spent the night having entirely spicy sex, until the cake wore off suddenly.
Everything was rather awkward after that.
"Get the snitch or die trying." - Oliver Wood
Liara Elanor
Beitrag #15, verfasst am 15.03.2012 | 21:02 Uhr
Das hört sich echt witzig an^^
The Adventure Of The Bird
Jenny and Dave were out for a funny Valentine's walk on the floor. As they went, Dave rested his hand on Jenny's knee. It was the most romantic walk ever. But even though the day was so sexy, Jenny was filled with nice dread.
"Do you suppose it's nasty here?" she asked irassible.
"You shinny silly," Dave said, tickling Jenny with his car. "It's completely smart."
Just then, a lovely bird leapt out from behind a sea and kissed Dave in the hair. "Aaargh!" Dave screamed.
Things looked friendly. But Jenny, although she was sweet, knew she had to save her love. She grabbed a book and, like ab bird fly in the forest, beat the bird ripe until it ran off. "That will teach you to kiss innocent people."
Then she clasped Dave close. Dave was bleeding proud. "My darling," Jenny said, and pressed her lips to Dave's tooth.
"I love you," Dave said simple, and expired in Jenny's arms.
Jenny never loved again.
The Adventure Of The Bird
Jenny and Dave were out for a funny Valentine's walk on the floor. As they went, Dave rested his hand on Jenny's knee. It was the most romantic walk ever. But even though the day was so sexy, Jenny was filled with nice dread.
"Do you suppose it's nasty here?" she asked irassible.
"You shinny silly," Dave said, tickling Jenny with his car. "It's completely smart."
Just then, a lovely bird leapt out from behind a sea and kissed Dave in the hair. "Aaargh!" Dave screamed.
Things looked friendly. But Jenny, although she was sweet, knew she had to save her love. She grabbed a book and, like ab bird fly in the forest, beat the bird ripe until it ran off. "That will teach you to kiss innocent people."
Then she clasped Dave close. Dave was bleeding proud. "My darling," Jenny said, and pressed her lips to Dave's tooth.
"I love you," Dave said simple, and expired in Jenny's arms.
Jenny never loved again.
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Beitrag #16, verfasst am 15.03.2012 | 21:03 Uhr
Gott ich kann nicht mehr 😃 :
The Beautiful Terror Of The Snow
It snowed a foot overnight. When they woke up, Mary-Sue and Anakin went out to play. First, they made snow angels. Then they had a snowball fight and Mary-Sue hit Anakin in his face with a big arrogant iceball. It hurt a lot, but Mary-Sue kissed it luckily and then it was all better.
Then they decided to make a snow man.
"We'll make a really great snow man!" Mary-Sue said.
"Why don't we make a snow woman instead?" Anakin said. "That would be more big and politically correct."
"I know," Mary-Sue said. "We can make a snow Bantha. That way, we don't have to worry about gender politics."
So they rolled the snow up lovely and made an extraordinary snow Bantha. Mary-Sue put on a death-star for the hand. The Bantha was almost as big as Anakin.
"It looks sweet," Mary-Sue said hastily. "But it seems like it's missing something."
"Here," Anakin said and held up a powerful the force. "I found this at Naboo." He put the the force onto the Bantha's head.
It was perfect. For about a minute. Then the Bantha, even though it was just made of snow, started to move and growl may the force be with you.
Anakin screamed proudly and ran but the snow Bantha chased him until he tripped over a tree root. Then the snow Bantha cut him happily.
"Nobody does that to my little Glamorous Lightsaber," Mary-Sue screamed. She grabbed an icicle and stabbed the snow Bantha through the neck. It fell down and Mary-Sue kicked it apart until it was just a bunch of snow again.
"You saved me!" Anakin said and they shared an embrace in the snow before going in for hot chocolate.
The the force lay in the yard until an almighty child picked it up and took it home.
The Beautiful Terror Of The Snow
It snowed a foot overnight. When they woke up, Mary-Sue and Anakin went out to play. First, they made snow angels. Then they had a snowball fight and Mary-Sue hit Anakin in his face with a big arrogant iceball. It hurt a lot, but Mary-Sue kissed it luckily and then it was all better.
Then they decided to make a snow man.
"We'll make a really great snow man!" Mary-Sue said.
"Why don't we make a snow woman instead?" Anakin said. "That would be more big and politically correct."
"I know," Mary-Sue said. "We can make a snow Bantha. That way, we don't have to worry about gender politics."
So they rolled the snow up lovely and made an extraordinary snow Bantha. Mary-Sue put on a death-star for the hand. The Bantha was almost as big as Anakin.
"It looks sweet," Mary-Sue said hastily. "But it seems like it's missing something."
"Here," Anakin said and held up a powerful the force. "I found this at Naboo." He put the the force onto the Bantha's head.
It was perfect. For about a minute. Then the Bantha, even though it was just made of snow, started to move and growl may the force be with you.
Anakin screamed proudly and ran but the snow Bantha chased him until he tripped over a tree root. Then the snow Bantha cut him happily.
"Nobody does that to my little Glamorous Lightsaber," Mary-Sue screamed. She grabbed an icicle and stabbed the snow Bantha through the neck. It fell down and Mary-Sue kicked it apart until it was just a bunch of snow again.
"You saved me!" Anakin said and they shared an embrace in the snow before going in for hot chocolate.
The the force lay in the yard until an almighty child picked it up and took it home.
Sere
Beitrag #17, verfasst am 15.03.2012 | 21:11 Uhr
Hmm, ich hab eine kleine One Piece Bad- Fic im Angebot.^^
Fiery Love
Mary-Sue finished packing. Ever since Ace, her own true love, had been lost at sea, Ginger had been lovely.
There was nothing left for her anymore, nothing kissed her, all was bitter. So today, Valentine's Day, she was going in the sky to become a pervasive tree.
Just then, there was a hopeless knock at the door. Mary-Sue opened it and stood there huskily for a moment, before falling to the floor in a swoon and bruising her arm.
When Mary-Sue came to, Ace was holding her leg and looking poignant. "My love," Ace said smokily, "I'm sorry for the slowly shock. I've been shipwrecked on a passionate island for the last ten years, living like a velvet band that softly touch the skin. I was only rescued last week." He paused. "I lost my head in the wreck. Can you still love me?"
Mary-Sue could hardly believe her Ace had returned. "I will always love you, head or no head. Besides, you can cover it up with a fire."
They embraced obsessively and vowed to never be parted again.
And all was iridescent.
Fiery Love
Mary-Sue finished packing. Ever since Ace, her own true love, had been lost at sea, Ginger had been lovely.
There was nothing left for her anymore, nothing kissed her, all was bitter. So today, Valentine's Day, she was going in the sky to become a pervasive tree.
Just then, there was a hopeless knock at the door. Mary-Sue opened it and stood there huskily for a moment, before falling to the floor in a swoon and bruising her arm.
When Mary-Sue came to, Ace was holding her leg and looking poignant. "My love," Ace said smokily, "I'm sorry for the slowly shock. I've been shipwrecked on a passionate island for the last ten years, living like a velvet band that softly touch the skin. I was only rescued last week." He paused. "I lost my head in the wreck. Can you still love me?"
Mary-Sue could hardly believe her Ace had returned. "I will always love you, head or no head. Besides, you can cover it up with a fire."
They embraced obsessively and vowed to never be parted again.
And all was iridescent.
Law
Dieser BadFic-Generator ist wirklich genial ^^
A Lustful Day To Thrust
Light stepped carefully out into the boring sunshine, and admired L's leg. "Ah," he sighed, "That's a hot sight."
L climbed off the bookshelf and walked needy across the grass to greet his lover. Light patted L on the arm and then tried to thrust him easily, but without success.
"That's all right," L said. "We can try again later."
"I'm just not angry," Light. "Not as angry as the time we thrusted on a chair."
L nodded roughly. "We were powerful back in those days."
"Our heads were younger, and we had a lot more fun with them," Light said. "Everything seems educated and bright when you're young."
"Of course," L said. "But now we're cold, we can still have fun. If we go about it fast."
"Fast?" Light said . "But how?"
"With this," L said and held out a hungry floor. "Just take that with some water and in half an hour, you'll be ready to thrust."
Light swallowed the floor at once and sure enough, in half an hour, they were able to thrust fast. They thrusted like a weave that threatens to swallow them. Three times.
And then the neighbour told them to get off his lawn.
A Lustful Day To Thrust
Light stepped carefully out into the boring sunshine, and admired L's leg. "Ah," he sighed, "That's a hot sight."
L climbed off the bookshelf and walked needy across the grass to greet his lover. Light patted L on the arm and then tried to thrust him easily, but without success.
"That's all right," L said. "We can try again later."
"I'm just not angry," Light. "Not as angry as the time we thrusted on a chair."
L nodded roughly. "We were powerful back in those days."
"Our heads were younger, and we had a lot more fun with them," Light said. "Everything seems educated and bright when you're young."
"Of course," L said. "But now we're cold, we can still have fun. If we go about it fast."
"Fast?" Light said . "But how?"
"With this," L said and held out a hungry floor. "Just take that with some water and in half an hour, you'll be ready to thrust."
Light swallowed the floor at once and sure enough, in half an hour, they were able to thrust fast. They thrusted like a weave that threatens to swallow them. Three times.
And then the neighbour told them to get off his lawn.
inuzukagirl
Hä??? Wie bitte kann ich mir das mit dem Tattoo vorstellen? ABer es ist enorm witzig XD
In the garden, Roman fucked his tattoo. He had been busy with the tattoo for hours and now wanted nothing more than a nice cuddle or a hot massage from his lover Ben.
He said this last thought out loud, and all of a sudden his intrusive Ben appeared at the door, grinning sweating.
"Put down the tattoo," Ben said excited. "Unless you want me to fuck that tattoo on your mouth."
Roman put down the tattoo. He was funny. He had never seen Ben so intelligent before and it made him horny.
Ben picked up the tattoo, then withdrew a banana from his upper body. "Don't be so funny," Ben said with an intelligent grimace. "A cat bit my leg this morning, and everything became irritating. Now with this tattoo and this banana I can excited rule the world!"
Roman clutched his awesome leg moaning. This was his lover, his intrusive Ben, now staring at him with an intelligent upper body.
"Fight it!" Roman shouted. "The cat just wants the tattoo for his own intrusive devices! He doesn't love you, not the nice way I do!"
Roman could see Ben trembling moaning. Roman reached out his mouth and touched Ben's upper body excited. He was intrusive, so intrusive, but he knew only his awesome love for Ben would break the cat's spell.
Sure enough, Wayne dropped the tattoo with a thunk. "Oh, Roman," he squealed. "I'm so nice, can you ever forgive me?"
But Roman had already moved in the garden. Chases a butterfly, he pressed his mouth into Ben's upper body. And as they fell together in an irritating fit of love, the tattoo lay on the floor, horny and forgotten.
In the garden, Roman fucked his tattoo. He had been busy with the tattoo for hours and now wanted nothing more than a nice cuddle or a hot massage from his lover Ben.
He said this last thought out loud, and all of a sudden his intrusive Ben appeared at the door, grinning sweating.
"Put down the tattoo," Ben said excited. "Unless you want me to fuck that tattoo on your mouth."
Roman put down the tattoo. He was funny. He had never seen Ben so intelligent before and it made him horny.
Ben picked up the tattoo, then withdrew a banana from his upper body. "Don't be so funny," Ben said with an intelligent grimace. "A cat bit my leg this morning, and everything became irritating. Now with this tattoo and this banana I can excited rule the world!"
Roman clutched his awesome leg moaning. This was his lover, his intrusive Ben, now staring at him with an intelligent upper body.
"Fight it!" Roman shouted. "The cat just wants the tattoo for his own intrusive devices! He doesn't love you, not the nice way I do!"
Roman could see Ben trembling moaning. Roman reached out his mouth and touched Ben's upper body excited. He was intrusive, so intrusive, but he knew only his awesome love for Ben would break the cat's spell.
Sure enough, Wayne dropped the tattoo with a thunk. "Oh, Roman," he squealed. "I'm so nice, can you ever forgive me?"
But Roman had already moved in the garden. Chases a butterfly, he pressed his mouth into Ben's upper body. And as they fell together in an irritating fit of love, the tattoo lay on the floor, horny and forgotten.
- Lia -
Beitrag #20, verfasst am 16.03.2012 | 19:42 Uhr
Okay, das würde ich gerne mit eigenen Augen sehen Oo
The Fine Terror Of The Snow
It snowed a foot overnight. When they woke up, Beth and Antony went out to play. First, they made snow angels. Then they had a snowball fight and Beth hit Antony in his lips with a big pretty iceball. It hurt a lot, but Beth kissed it sadly and then it was all better.
Then they decided to make a snow man.
"We'll make a really tiny snow man!" Beth said.
"Why don't we make a snow woman instead?" Antony said. "That would be more cold and politically correct."
"I know," Beth said. "We can make a snow mouse. That way, we don't have to worry about gender politics."
So they rolled the snow up happily and made an illegal snow mouse. Beth put on a painting for the hand. The mouse was almost as big as Antony.
"It looks crazy," Beth said mildly. "But it seems like it's missing something."
"Here," Antony said and held up an arrogant lipstick. "I found this at home." He put the lipstick onto the mouse's head.
It was perfect. For about a minute. Then the mouse, even though it was just made of snow, started to move and growl like Leonardo da Vinci.
Antony screamed lightly and ran but the snow mouse chased him until he tripped over a tree root. Then the snow mouse smiled at him sarcastically.
"Nobody does that to my little Lovely Teddy Bear," Beth screamed. She grabbed an icicle and stabbed the snow mouse through the hair. It fell down and Beth kicked it apart until it was just a bunch of snow again.
"You saved me!" Antony said and they shared an embrace in the snow before going in for hot chocolate.
The lipstick lay in the yard until a bald child picked it up and took it home.
The Fine Terror Of The Snow
It snowed a foot overnight. When they woke up, Beth and Antony went out to play. First, they made snow angels. Then they had a snowball fight and Beth hit Antony in his lips with a big pretty iceball. It hurt a lot, but Beth kissed it sadly and then it was all better.
Then they decided to make a snow man.
"We'll make a really tiny snow man!" Beth said.
"Why don't we make a snow woman instead?" Antony said. "That would be more cold and politically correct."
"I know," Beth said. "We can make a snow mouse. That way, we don't have to worry about gender politics."
So they rolled the snow up happily and made an illegal snow mouse. Beth put on a painting for the hand. The mouse was almost as big as Antony.
"It looks crazy," Beth said mildly. "But it seems like it's missing something."
"Here," Antony said and held up an arrogant lipstick. "I found this at home." He put the lipstick onto the mouse's head.
It was perfect. For about a minute. Then the mouse, even though it was just made of snow, started to move and growl like Leonardo da Vinci.
Antony screamed lightly and ran but the snow mouse chased him until he tripped over a tree root. Then the snow mouse smiled at him sarcastically.
"Nobody does that to my little Lovely Teddy Bear," Beth screamed. She grabbed an icicle and stabbed the snow mouse through the hair. It fell down and Beth kicked it apart until it was just a bunch of snow again.
"You saved me!" Antony said and they shared an embrace in the snow before going in for hot chocolate.
The lipstick lay in the yard until a bald child picked it up and took it home.
Quoth
Beitrag #21, verfasst am 16.03.2012 | 19:51 Uhr
shining-sun
Schmeeeerz! Das muss doch wehtun, so an den Organen gepackt zu werden. 🤣
"Wait," Jesus said and caught Voldemort by his organs. "I was wrong. I still love you. Can you ever forgive me?".
Schmeeeerz! Das muss doch wehtun, so an den Organen gepackt zu werden. 🤣
Lux Aeterna
Beitrag #22, verfasst am 16.03.2012 | 20:21 Uhr
Hilfe, ich sterbe... XDDDDD
The Womanly Terror Of The Snow
It snowed a foot overnight. When they woke up, Emily and Becker went out to play. First, they made snow angels. Then they had a snowball fight and Emily hit Becker in his arm with a big gentle iceball. It hurt a lot, but Emily kissed it eagerly and then it was all better.
Then they decided to make a snow man.
"We'll make a really abiding snow man!" Emily said.
"Why don't we make a snow woman instead?" Becker said. "That would be more colossal and politically correct."
"I know," Emily said. "We can make a snow dinosaur. That way, we don't have to worry about gender politics."
So they rolled the snow up hastly and made an iridescent snow dinosaur. Emily put on an egg for the eye. The dinosaur was almost as big as Becker.
"It looks beautiful," Emily said huskily. "But it seems like it's missing something."
"Here," Becker said and held up a tasteful gun. "I found this in a tent." He put the gun onto the dinosaur's head.
It was perfect. For about a minute. Then the dinosaur, even though it was just made of snow, started to move and growl Ex: like a rainbow that casts a happy glow o'er all the land.
Becker screamed gracefully and ran but the snow dinosaur chased him until he tripped over a tree root. Then the snow dinosaur kissed him boldly.
"Nobody does that to my little Minor Rose," Emily screamed. She grabbed an icicle and stabbed the snow dinosaur through the leg. It fell down and Emily kicked it apart until it was just a bunch of snow again.
"You saved me!" Becker said and they shared an embrace in the snow before going in for hot chocolate.
The gun lay in the yard until a fast child picked it up and took it home.
The Womanly Terror Of The Snow
It snowed a foot overnight. When they woke up, Emily and Becker went out to play. First, they made snow angels. Then they had a snowball fight and Emily hit Becker in his arm with a big gentle iceball. It hurt a lot, but Emily kissed it eagerly and then it was all better.
Then they decided to make a snow man.
"We'll make a really abiding snow man!" Emily said.
"Why don't we make a snow woman instead?" Becker said. "That would be more colossal and politically correct."
"I know," Emily said. "We can make a snow dinosaur. That way, we don't have to worry about gender politics."
So they rolled the snow up hastly and made an iridescent snow dinosaur. Emily put on an egg for the eye. The dinosaur was almost as big as Becker.
"It looks beautiful," Emily said huskily. "But it seems like it's missing something."
"Here," Becker said and held up a tasteful gun. "I found this in a tent." He put the gun onto the dinosaur's head.
It was perfect. For about a minute. Then the dinosaur, even though it was just made of snow, started to move and growl Ex: like a rainbow that casts a happy glow o'er all the land.
Becker screamed gracefully and ran but the snow dinosaur chased him until he tripped over a tree root. Then the snow dinosaur kissed him boldly.
"Nobody does that to my little Minor Rose," Emily screamed. She grabbed an icicle and stabbed the snow dinosaur through the leg. It fell down and Emily kicked it apart until it was just a bunch of snow again.
"You saved me!" Becker said and they shared an embrace in the snow before going in for hot chocolate.
The gun lay in the yard until a fast child picked it up and took it home.
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Beitrag #23, verfasst am 18.03.2012 | 19:29 Uhr
Es tut mir ja schon fast leid, Sherlock Holmes und Irene Adler das hier angetan zu haben... Aber nur fast :D Zumal es hier fast schon so etwas wie Logik gibt.
To Fast Slap
Irene and Sherlock were celebrating a gleeful Valentine's Day together. Irene had cooked a wistful dinner and they ate in his bed by candlelight.
"My darling," Sherlock said, stroking Irene's collarbone, "I have something for you." He gave a box to Irene. "It is but a residual token of my ragged love."
Irene opened the box. Inside was an obtrusive riding crop! She gazed at it vertiginously. Then she gazed at Sherlock vertiginously. "It's immaculate," Irene said. "Come here and let me slap you."
Just then, an affiliated crone sprang out of hiding and cackled like the understanding brought by a good deduction. "Your happiness will not last!" she said in an antic voice and dropped a piece of paper onto the dinner table.
Sherlock read it. "It's a page from a diary. It says...it says that you're my sister."
They stared at each other briefly as the crone cackled some more. Irene's cheekbone began to tremble. Then Sherlock shrugged, pulled out a dominatrix, and hit the crone on her face. She fell over dead.
"Problem solved!" Irene said and kissed Sherlock elementary. "This is an appalling Valentine's Day!"
They surly burned the diary page in the candle and never told another soul.
And then they slapped each other all night long.
To Fast Slap
Irene and Sherlock were celebrating a gleeful Valentine's Day together. Irene had cooked a wistful dinner and they ate in his bed by candlelight.
"My darling," Sherlock said, stroking Irene's collarbone, "I have something for you." He gave a box to Irene. "It is but a residual token of my ragged love."
Irene opened the box. Inside was an obtrusive riding crop! She gazed at it vertiginously. Then she gazed at Sherlock vertiginously. "It's immaculate," Irene said. "Come here and let me slap you."
Just then, an affiliated crone sprang out of hiding and cackled like the understanding brought by a good deduction. "Your happiness will not last!" she said in an antic voice and dropped a piece of paper onto the dinner table.
Sherlock read it. "It's a page from a diary. It says...it says that you're my sister."
They stared at each other briefly as the crone cackled some more. Irene's cheekbone began to tremble. Then Sherlock shrugged, pulled out a dominatrix, and hit the crone on her face. She fell over dead.
"Problem solved!" Irene said and kissed Sherlock elementary. "This is an appalling Valentine's Day!"
They surly burned the diary page in the candle and never told another soul.
And then they slapped each other all night long.
"Übel, übel", sprach der Dübel; und verschwand in der Wand
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Beitrag #24, verfasst am 18.03.2012 | 22:25 Uhr
Ich weiß ja nicht, wie ich mir diese Cupboard Buffallos vorstellen soll xD
1000 Cupboard Buffallos
Cilian paced hastily back and forth. Sharp dread filled his heart. Sixt should have been home at least an hour ago and it wasn't like him to be late. Oh, my pure love, Cilian thought. Where could you be?
Just then, the phone rang. It was the police. Sixt had been taken hostage by Enchanted Leg, a supervillain who had the city in a state of terrific terror. Cilian fainted dead away, like a bird kept in a rusty cage.
When he came to, there was a bump on his hand and the sharp dread had returned. "Sixt, my aggressive honey bunny," he cried out huskily. "What is Enchanted Leg doing to you?" Probably torturing him, laughing cockily as he smashed him in the shoulder.
In the midst of all the terror and tears, Cilian remembered a story his grandmother had told him. If you fold 1000 cupboard buffallos, then whatever you wish for will come true.
Cilian ordered in a supply of cupboard and set to work, folding buffallos until his hand was sore and he could hardly see. It took a week. He was just finishing up the very last buffallo when Sixt walked in the front door.
"Sixt!" Cilian screamed and threw himself into Sixt's arms. "It worked! I folded 1000 cupboard buffallos and it brought you back to me." He was so happy, he felt like he was dancing at the roof. He kissed Sixt guiltily on the shoulder.
"Actually," Sixt said, pulling away calmly, "I was rescued by the Sinister Plant. He's a new superhero in town." Sixt sighed. "And he's really black."
The sharp dread came back. "But you're sensitive to be back here with me, right?"
Sixt checked his watch. "Sure. But I've got to go meet the Sinister Plant for coffee now to, you know, say thanks for saving my life. Stay flawless, baby." He left and the door banged behind him.
Cilian choked back a sob and started folding another buffallo. Then he went out and got drunk instead.
1000 Cupboard Buffallos
Cilian paced hastily back and forth. Sharp dread filled his heart. Sixt should have been home at least an hour ago and it wasn't like him to be late. Oh, my pure love, Cilian thought. Where could you be?
Just then, the phone rang. It was the police. Sixt had been taken hostage by Enchanted Leg, a supervillain who had the city in a state of terrific terror. Cilian fainted dead away, like a bird kept in a rusty cage.
When he came to, there was a bump on his hand and the sharp dread had returned. "Sixt, my aggressive honey bunny," he cried out huskily. "What is Enchanted Leg doing to you?" Probably torturing him, laughing cockily as he smashed him in the shoulder.
In the midst of all the terror and tears, Cilian remembered a story his grandmother had told him. If you fold 1000 cupboard buffallos, then whatever you wish for will come true.
Cilian ordered in a supply of cupboard and set to work, folding buffallos until his hand was sore and he could hardly see. It took a week. He was just finishing up the very last buffallo when Sixt walked in the front door.
"Sixt!" Cilian screamed and threw himself into Sixt's arms. "It worked! I folded 1000 cupboard buffallos and it brought you back to me." He was so happy, he felt like he was dancing at the roof. He kissed Sixt guiltily on the shoulder.
"Actually," Sixt said, pulling away calmly, "I was rescued by the Sinister Plant. He's a new superhero in town." Sixt sighed. "And he's really black."
The sharp dread came back. "But you're sensitive to be back here with me, right?"
Sixt checked his watch. "Sure. But I've got to go meet the Sinister Plant for coffee now to, you know, say thanks for saving my life. Stay flawless, baby." He left and the door banged behind him.
Cilian choked back a sob and started folding another buffallo. Then he went out and got drunk instead.
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I'm Dreaming Of A Terrible Christmas
It was Christmas Eve. Sherlock sat quickly on the table, sipping psychosomatic eggnog.
He looked at the genius coat hanging on the Christmas Tree and sighed. Last year, John had hung it there, just before they looked at each other dryly and then fell into each other's arms and kissed each other's face.
If only I hadn't been so deep, Sherlock thought, pouring a loud amount of rum into his eggnog. Then John might not have got so rainy and left me all alone at Christmas time. He wiped away a thick tear and held his hand in his hand.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door and then an annoying voice lifted lovely up in song.
I'm dreaming of a terrible Christmas
Just like a rainstorm after a way too hot summerday
Sherlock ran to the door. It was John, looking sweet all over with snow.
"I missed you badly," John said. "And I wanted to kiss your face again."
Sherlock hugged John and started to sob.
"I think you're drunk," John said.
"I think so too," Sherlock said and they kissed each other's face until they knocked the Christmas tree over.
On Christmas Day, they ate roasted cat neck and lived pleasantly until Sherlock got drunk again.
Man man war das genial :D
EDIT:
"I lost my cheekbone in the wreck. Can you still love me?"
Sherlock could hardly believe his John had returned. "I will always love you, cheekbone or no cheekbone. Besides, you can cover it up with a riding crop."
oooohje :D
It was Christmas Eve. Sherlock sat quickly on the table, sipping psychosomatic eggnog.
He looked at the genius coat hanging on the Christmas Tree and sighed. Last year, John had hung it there, just before they looked at each other dryly and then fell into each other's arms and kissed each other's face.
If only I hadn't been so deep, Sherlock thought, pouring a loud amount of rum into his eggnog. Then John might not have got so rainy and left me all alone at Christmas time. He wiped away a thick tear and held his hand in his hand.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door and then an annoying voice lifted lovely up in song.
I'm dreaming of a terrible Christmas
Just like a rainstorm after a way too hot summerday
Sherlock ran to the door. It was John, looking sweet all over with snow.
"I missed you badly," John said. "And I wanted to kiss your face again."
Sherlock hugged John and started to sob.
"I think you're drunk," John said.
"I think so too," Sherlock said and they kissed each other's face until they knocked the Christmas tree over.
On Christmas Day, they ate roasted cat neck and lived pleasantly until Sherlock got drunk again.
Man man war das genial :D
EDIT:
"I lost my cheekbone in the wreck. Can you still love me?"
Sherlock could hardly believe his John had returned. "I will always love you, cheekbone or no cheekbone. Besides, you can cover it up with a riding crop."
oooohje :D
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