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Beitrag #26, verfasst am 18.03.2012 | 23:00 Uhr
1000 Monster Cougars
Edward paced literally back and forth. Pale dread filled his heart. Bella should have been home at least an hour ago and it wasn't like her to be late. Oh, my warm love, Edward thought. Where could you be?
Just then, the phone rang. It was the police. Bella had been taken hostage by Amber Fingers, a supervillain who had the city in a state of cold terror. Edward fainted dead away, glittering like a fairy.
When he came to, there was a bump on his eyes and the pale dread had returned. "Bella, my clumsy honey bunny," he cried out generally. "What is Amber Fingers doing to you?" Probably torturing her, laughing gently as he bit her in the torso.
In the midst of all the terror and tears, Edward remembered a story his grandmother had told him. If you fold 1000 monster Cougars, then whatever you wish for will come true.
Edward ordered in a supply of monster and set to work, folding Cougars until his eyes was sore and he could hardly see. It took a week. He was just finishing up the very last Cougar when Bella walked in the front door.
"Bella!" Edward screamed and threw himself into Bella's arms. "It worked! I folded 1000 monster Cougars and it brought you back to me." He was so happy, he felt like he was dancing in Bellas room. He kissed Bella firmly on the torso.
"Actually," Bella said, pulling away mostly, "I was rescued by the Perfect Vampire. He's a new superhero in town." Bella sighed. "And he's really carved."
The pale dread came back. "But you're glittering to be back here with me, right?"
Bella checked her watch. "Sure. But I've got to go meet the Perfect Vampire for coffee now to, you know, say thanks for saving my life. Stay beautiful, baby." She left and the door banged behind her.
Edward choked back a sob and started folding another Cougar. Then he went out and got drunk instead.
Irgendwie passt das ja sogar...
Edward paced literally back and forth. Pale dread filled his heart. Bella should have been home at least an hour ago and it wasn't like her to be late. Oh, my warm love, Edward thought. Where could you be?
Just then, the phone rang. It was the police. Bella had been taken hostage by Amber Fingers, a supervillain who had the city in a state of cold terror. Edward fainted dead away, glittering like a fairy.
When he came to, there was a bump on his eyes and the pale dread had returned. "Bella, my clumsy honey bunny," he cried out generally. "What is Amber Fingers doing to you?" Probably torturing her, laughing gently as he bit her in the torso.
In the midst of all the terror and tears, Edward remembered a story his grandmother had told him. If you fold 1000 monster Cougars, then whatever you wish for will come true.
Edward ordered in a supply of monster and set to work, folding Cougars until his eyes was sore and he could hardly see. It took a week. He was just finishing up the very last Cougar when Bella walked in the front door.
"Bella!" Edward screamed and threw himself into Bella's arms. "It worked! I folded 1000 monster Cougars and it brought you back to me." He was so happy, he felt like he was dancing in Bellas room. He kissed Bella firmly on the torso.
"Actually," Bella said, pulling away mostly, "I was rescued by the Perfect Vampire. He's a new superhero in town." Bella sighed. "And he's really carved."
The pale dread came back. "But you're glittering to be back here with me, right?"
Bella checked her watch. "Sure. But I've got to go meet the Perfect Vampire for coffee now to, you know, say thanks for saving my life. Stay beautiful, baby." She left and the door banged behind her.
Edward choked back a sob and started folding another Cougar. Then he went out and got drunk instead.
Irgendwie passt das ja sogar...
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Beitrag #27, verfasst am 19.03.2012 | 15:37 Uhr
Plueschkissen
🤣 Haha, dasselbe hatte ich auch mal! Genau so mit den gleichen Personen und cheekbone und riding crop ;) Schon lustig...
"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
🤣 Haha, dasselbe hatte ich auch mal! Genau so mit den gleichen Personen und cheekbone und riding crop ;) Schon lustig...
"Übel, übel", sprach der Dübel; und verschwand in der Wand
FishCustard
I'm Dreaming Of A Hot Christmas
It was Christmas Eve. Doctor sat kindly on a rock, sipping blue eggnog.
He looked at the red fez hanging on the Christmas Tree and sighed. Last year, Master had hung it there, just before they looked at each other angry and then fell into each other's arms and jumped each other's shoulder.
If only I hadn't been so old, Doctor thought, pouring a cool amount of rum into his eggnog. Then Master might not have got so white and left me all alone at Christmas time. He wiped away a wibbly-wobbly tear and held his head in his hand.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door and then a new voice lifted sexily up in song.
I'm dreaming of a hot Christmas
Just like a good banana
Doctor ran to the door. It was Master, looking black all over with snow.
"I missed you brilliantly," Master said. "And I wanted to jump your shoulder again."
Doctor hugged Master and started to sob.
"I think you're drunk," Master said.
"I think so too," Doctor said and they jumped each other's shoulder until they knocked the Christmas tree over.
On Christmas Day, they ate roasted lion knee and lived lovely until Doctor got drunk again.
Der letzte Satz ist lustig xD! 🤣
It was Christmas Eve. Doctor sat kindly on a rock, sipping blue eggnog.
He looked at the red fez hanging on the Christmas Tree and sighed. Last year, Master had hung it there, just before they looked at each other angry and then fell into each other's arms and jumped each other's shoulder.
If only I hadn't been so old, Doctor thought, pouring a cool amount of rum into his eggnog. Then Master might not have got so white and left me all alone at Christmas time. He wiped away a wibbly-wobbly tear and held his head in his hand.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door and then a new voice lifted sexily up in song.
I'm dreaming of a hot Christmas
Just like a good banana
Doctor ran to the door. It was Master, looking black all over with snow.
"I missed you brilliantly," Master said. "And I wanted to jump your shoulder again."
Doctor hugged Master and started to sob.
"I think you're drunk," Master said.
"I think so too," Doctor said and they jumped each other's shoulder until they knocked the Christmas tree over.
On Christmas Day, they ate roasted lion knee and lived lovely until Doctor got drunk again.
Der letzte Satz ist lustig xD! 🤣
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Beitrag #29, verfasst am 08.06.2012 | 20:47 Uhr
Spock X Jim
A Vulcan In Time
On an illogical and logical morning, Spock sat in a tutu. It was Valentine's Day and he was all alone. His arm ached in sorrow for the secret love that he could never share. How could he expect Jim to love someone with an interesting ear?
Coldly, he began to recite a poem he had composed. "Ah, my love is like a human fascinating phaser, all on a summer's day. I wish my Jim would kiss me, in his own jealous way..."
"Do you?" Jim sat down beside Spock and put his hand on Spock's hand. "I think that could be arranged."
Spock gasped logically. "But what about my interesting ear?"
"I like it," Jim said emotionaly. "I think it's selfish."
They came together and their kiss was like a ship blown from its mooring.
"I love you," Spock said fascinatingly.
"I love you too," Jim replied and kissed him.
They bought a Romulan, moved in together, and lived technically ever after.
A Vulcan In Time
On an illogical and logical morning, Spock sat in a tutu. It was Valentine's Day and he was all alone. His arm ached in sorrow for the secret love that he could never share. How could he expect Jim to love someone with an interesting ear?
Coldly, he began to recite a poem he had composed. "Ah, my love is like a human fascinating phaser, all on a summer's day. I wish my Jim would kiss me, in his own jealous way..."
"Do you?" Jim sat down beside Spock and put his hand on Spock's hand. "I think that could be arranged."
Spock gasped logically. "But what about my interesting ear?"
"I like it," Jim said emotionaly. "I think it's selfish."
They came together and their kiss was like a ship blown from its mooring.
"I love you," Spock said fascinatingly.
"I love you too," Jim replied and kissed him.
They bought a Romulan, moved in together, and lived technically ever after.
"Wir sprechen zu viel und wir fühlen zu wenig." - Charlie Chaplin
FishCustard
Beitrag #30, verfasst am 08.06.2012 | 20:57 Uhr
Oh Gott, ich musste es gleich noch mal machen, diesmal ist es noch lustiger geworden... und so mega-unlogisch xD
The Battle For The Bow Tie
In a hole, Doctor kicked his bow tie. He had been busy with the bow tie for hours and now wanted nothing more than a hot cuddle or a sad massage from his lover River.
He said this last thought out loud, and all of a sudden his cool River appeared at the door, grinning slowly.
"Put down the bow tie," River said madly. "Unless you want me to kick that bow tie on your neck."
Doctor put down the bow tie. He was mysterious. He had never seen River so wibbly-wobbly before and it made him timey-wimey.
River picked up the bow tie, then withdrew a banana from her lip. "Don't be so mysterious," River said with a wibbly-wobbly grimace. "A fish finger bit my hair this morning, and everything became big. Now with this bow tie and this banana I can madly rule the world!"
Doctor clutched his happy hair quietly. This was his lover, his cool River, now staring at him with a wibbly-wobbly lip.
"Fight it!" Doctor shouted. "The fish finger just wants the bow tie for his own cool devices! He doesn't love you, not the hot way I do!"
Doctor could see River trembling quietly. Doctor reached out his neck and touched River's lip madly. He was cool, so cool, but he knew only his happy love for River would break the fish finger's spell.
Sure enough, River dropped the bow tie with a thunk. "Oh, Doctor," she squealed. "I'm so hot, can you ever forgive me?"
But Doctor had already moved in a hole. Like an old gallifreyan student, he pressed his neck into River's lip. And as they fell together in a big fit of love, the bow tie lay on the floor, timey-wimey and forgotten.
Lachflash... OMG, ich bin so heiß, kannst du mir jemals vergeben?
The Battle For The Bow Tie
In a hole, Doctor kicked his bow tie. He had been busy with the bow tie for hours and now wanted nothing more than a hot cuddle or a sad massage from his lover River.
He said this last thought out loud, and all of a sudden his cool River appeared at the door, grinning slowly.
"Put down the bow tie," River said madly. "Unless you want me to kick that bow tie on your neck."
Doctor put down the bow tie. He was mysterious. He had never seen River so wibbly-wobbly before and it made him timey-wimey.
River picked up the bow tie, then withdrew a banana from her lip. "Don't be so mysterious," River said with a wibbly-wobbly grimace. "A fish finger bit my hair this morning, and everything became big. Now with this bow tie and this banana I can madly rule the world!"
Doctor clutched his happy hair quietly. This was his lover, his cool River, now staring at him with a wibbly-wobbly lip.
"Fight it!" Doctor shouted. "The fish finger just wants the bow tie for his own cool devices! He doesn't love you, not the hot way I do!"
Doctor could see River trembling quietly. Doctor reached out his neck and touched River's lip madly. He was cool, so cool, but he knew only his happy love for River would break the fish finger's spell.
Sure enough, River dropped the bow tie with a thunk. "Oh, Doctor," she squealed. "I'm so hot, can you ever forgive me?"
But Doctor had already moved in a hole. Like an old gallifreyan student, he pressed his neck into River's lip. And as they fell together in a big fit of love, the bow tie lay on the floor, timey-wimey and forgotten.
Lachflash... OMG, ich bin so heiß, kannst du mir jemals vergeben?
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Beitrag #31, verfasst am 09.06.2012 | 15:58 Uhr
A Beautiful Occurrence
Alex paced up and down, jiggling her stomach. Her very good friend, Mary Sue Rock, had arranged to meet her here against the window. "I have something important to tell you," she had said.
Mary Sue Rock was late, which was very unlike her. Any moment now, Alex expected to see her bounce up, her hungry hair streaming behind her and her strict eyes aglow.
Alex heard footsteps, but they seemed rather bad for a delicate and easy girl like Mary Sue Rock, whose tread was funny. She turned around and found Louis staring at her.
"What are you doing here?" Louis said easily. "I thought you said you didn't want to see me again."
Alex had said that, but now she was beginning to wish she hadn't acted so lovly. "Mary Sue Rock asked to meet me here." As she gazed at Louis, her Finger began to throb silly.
"Oh," Louis said, lonely. "I'll just go then."
"Wait," Alex said and caught Louis by his head. "I was wrong. I still love you. Can you ever forgive me?"
"Yes," Louis said, smiling. They wrapped their arms around each other and kissed, She has a heart of gold..
From behind a snake, Mary Sue Rock watched with a sunny light in her good eyes. She took a list out of her pocket, and checked off "Alex/Louis". Then, she skipped off to help an embittered man find love again, just as soon as she'd saved the Snake from extinction.
Irgendwie lieb ☺
Alex paced up and down, jiggling her stomach. Her very good friend, Mary Sue Rock, had arranged to meet her here against the window. "I have something important to tell you," she had said.
Mary Sue Rock was late, which was very unlike her. Any moment now, Alex expected to see her bounce up, her hungry hair streaming behind her and her strict eyes aglow.
Alex heard footsteps, but they seemed rather bad for a delicate and easy girl like Mary Sue Rock, whose tread was funny. She turned around and found Louis staring at her.
"What are you doing here?" Louis said easily. "I thought you said you didn't want to see me again."
Alex had said that, but now she was beginning to wish she hadn't acted so lovly. "Mary Sue Rock asked to meet me here." As she gazed at Louis, her Finger began to throb silly.
"Oh," Louis said, lonely. "I'll just go then."
"Wait," Alex said and caught Louis by his head. "I was wrong. I still love you. Can you ever forgive me?"
"Yes," Louis said, smiling. They wrapped their arms around each other and kissed, She has a heart of gold..
From behind a snake, Mary Sue Rock watched with a sunny light in her good eyes. She took a list out of her pocket, and checked off "Alex/Louis". Then, she skipped off to help an embittered man find love again, just as soon as she'd saved the Snake from extinction.
Irgendwie lieb ☺
Release the Kraken!
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Das Ding ist genial 😄🙃
1000 Bed Cats
Dominique paced hard back and forth. Innocent dread filled her heart. Damian should have been home at least an hour ago and it wasn't like him to be late. Oh, my brave love, Dominique thought. Where could you be?
Just then, the phone rang. It was the police. Damian had been taken hostage by Rude Hand, a supervillain who had the city in a state of lovely terror. Dominique fainted dead away, like wild butterflys in her stomach.
When she came to, there was a bump on her eye and the innocent dread had returned. "Damian, my beautiful honey bunny," she cried out nicely. "What is Rude Hand doing to you?" Probably torturing him, laughing carefully as he kissed him on the waist.
In the midst of all the terror and tears, Dominique remembered a story her grandmother had told her. If you fold 1000 bed cats, then whatever you wish for will come true.
Dominique ordered in a supply of bed and set to work, folding cats until her eye was sore and she could hardly see. It took a week. She was just finishing up the very last cat when Damian walked in the front door.
"Damian!" Dominique screamed and threw herself into Damian's arms. "It worked! I folded 1000 bed cats and it brought you back to me." She was so happy, she felt like she was dancing in a cinema. She kissed Damian successfully on the waist.
"Actually," Damian said, pulling away well, "I was rescued by the Sweet Blanket. She's a new superhero in town." Damian sighed. "And she's really magical."
The innocent dread came back. "But you're awesome to be back here with me, right?"
Damian checked his watch. "Sure. But I've got to go meet the Sweet Blanket for coffee now to, you know, say thanks for saving my life. Stay strict, baby." He left and the door banged behind him.
Dominique choked back a sob and started folding another cat. Then she went out and got drunk instead.
1000 Bed Cats
Dominique paced hard back and forth. Innocent dread filled her heart. Damian should have been home at least an hour ago and it wasn't like him to be late. Oh, my brave love, Dominique thought. Where could you be?
Just then, the phone rang. It was the police. Damian had been taken hostage by Rude Hand, a supervillain who had the city in a state of lovely terror. Dominique fainted dead away, like wild butterflys in her stomach.
When she came to, there was a bump on her eye and the innocent dread had returned. "Damian, my beautiful honey bunny," she cried out nicely. "What is Rude Hand doing to you?" Probably torturing him, laughing carefully as he kissed him on the waist.
In the midst of all the terror and tears, Dominique remembered a story her grandmother had told her. If you fold 1000 bed cats, then whatever you wish for will come true.
Dominique ordered in a supply of bed and set to work, folding cats until her eye was sore and she could hardly see. It took a week. She was just finishing up the very last cat when Damian walked in the front door.
"Damian!" Dominique screamed and threw herself into Damian's arms. "It worked! I folded 1000 bed cats and it brought you back to me." She was so happy, she felt like she was dancing in a cinema. She kissed Damian successfully on the waist.
"Actually," Damian said, pulling away well, "I was rescued by the Sweet Blanket. She's a new superhero in town." Damian sighed. "And she's really magical."
The innocent dread came back. "But you're awesome to be back here with me, right?"
Damian checked his watch. "Sure. But I've got to go meet the Sweet Blanket for coffee now to, you know, say thanks for saving my life. Stay strict, baby." He left and the door banged behind him.
Dominique choked back a sob and started folding another cat. Then she went out and got drunk instead.
"Harry Potter is about confronting fears, finding inner strength and doing what is right in the face of adversity.
Twilight is about how important it is to have a boyfriend."
- Stephen King
Twilight is about how important it is to have a boyfriend."
- Stephen King
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The Miracle Of The Dinosaur
Severus hated Christmas. He didn't just dislike Christmas, he hated it like a stormy autumnday. He loathed it.
Every December, Severus would feel himself getting all messy inside. He refused to put up a Christmas soap, he snapped at anyone rainy enough to sing a carol in his vicinity, and he never, ever bought anybody any presents.
On December 13, Severus had to go to the mall to buy a stormy tv. When he got there, there were so many shoppers pushing never around and so much Christmas music blaring there, he thought his hips would explode.
Finally, he was done. Just outside the door was a bloody woman collecting for charity. Severus never gave to charity, so he started to walk past without a word.
Suddenly, the bloody woman dropped his bells and ran beside a grandfather. There was a white dinosaur right in the path of an oncoming truck. But the bloody woman slipped and fell, so now they were both in danger!
Severus rushed out and dull pushed them both out of the way. There was a bored bang and then everything went dark.
When Severus woke up, he was in a black room. There was a Christmas soap in the corner and soft carols were playing. Also, Severus's bum hurt. A lot.
The bloody woman came into the room. "I'm so lovely!" she said. "You're awake. My name is Lily. You saved me from the truck. But your bum is broken."
Severus hardly knew what to say. Even though there was a Christmas soap up and his bum was broken, he felt quite crazy, especially when he looked at Lily.
"Your bum must hurt ever," Lily said. "I think this will help." And she peted Severus several times.
Now Severus felt very crazy indeed. He didn't hate Christmas at all now. In fact, he loved it. And he loved Lily. "I love you," he said, and kissed Lily fast.
"I love you too," said Lily. Just then, the dinosaur ran into the room and nuzzled Severus's lips. "I brought him home with us," Lily said.
"We'll call him Miracle," Severus said. "Our Christmas Miracle."
It was the best Christmas ever.
Okay...
A Wedding In Time
On a mad and loud morning, Severus sat at the toilet. It was Valentine's Day and he was all alone. His tongue ached in sorrow for the secret love that he could never share. How could he expect Lily to love someone with an evil eyebrows?
There, he began to recite a poem he had composed. "Ah, my love is like a cold busty pencil, all on a summer's day. I wish my Lily would grope me, in her own sweet way..."
"Do you?" Lily sat down beside Severus and put her hand on Severus's shoulder. "I think that could be arranged."
Severus gasped dull. "But what about my evil eyebrows?"
"I like it," Lily said ever. "I think it's little."
They came together and their kiss was like a dumb crone of war.
"I love you," Severus said fast.
"I love you too," Lily replied and followed him.
They bought a spider, moved in together, and lived never ever after.
Grandios! Ist fast noch besser. 😁
Severus hated Christmas. He didn't just dislike Christmas, he hated it like a stormy autumnday. He loathed it.
Every December, Severus would feel himself getting all messy inside. He refused to put up a Christmas soap, he snapped at anyone rainy enough to sing a carol in his vicinity, and he never, ever bought anybody any presents.
On December 13, Severus had to go to the mall to buy a stormy tv. When he got there, there were so many shoppers pushing never around and so much Christmas music blaring there, he thought his hips would explode.
Finally, he was done. Just outside the door was a bloody woman collecting for charity. Severus never gave to charity, so he started to walk past without a word.
Suddenly, the bloody woman dropped his bells and ran beside a grandfather. There was a white dinosaur right in the path of an oncoming truck. But the bloody woman slipped and fell, so now they were both in danger!
Severus rushed out and dull pushed them both out of the way. There was a bored bang and then everything went dark.
When Severus woke up, he was in a black room. There was a Christmas soap in the corner and soft carols were playing. Also, Severus's bum hurt. A lot.
The bloody woman came into the room. "I'm so lovely!" she said. "You're awake. My name is Lily. You saved me from the truck. But your bum is broken."
Severus hardly knew what to say. Even though there was a Christmas soap up and his bum was broken, he felt quite crazy, especially when he looked at Lily.
"Your bum must hurt ever," Lily said. "I think this will help." And she peted Severus several times.
Now Severus felt very crazy indeed. He didn't hate Christmas at all now. In fact, he loved it. And he loved Lily. "I love you," he said, and kissed Lily fast.
"I love you too," said Lily. Just then, the dinosaur ran into the room and nuzzled Severus's lips. "I brought him home with us," Lily said.
"We'll call him Miracle," Severus said. "Our Christmas Miracle."
It was the best Christmas ever.
Okay...
A Wedding In Time
On a mad and loud morning, Severus sat at the toilet. It was Valentine's Day and he was all alone. His tongue ached in sorrow for the secret love that he could never share. How could he expect Lily to love someone with an evil eyebrows?
There, he began to recite a poem he had composed. "Ah, my love is like a cold busty pencil, all on a summer's day. I wish my Lily would grope me, in her own sweet way..."
"Do you?" Lily sat down beside Severus and put her hand on Severus's shoulder. "I think that could be arranged."
Severus gasped dull. "But what about my evil eyebrows?"
"I like it," Lily said ever. "I think it's little."
They came together and their kiss was like a dumb crone of war.
"I love you," Severus said fast.
"I love you too," Lily replied and followed him.
They bought a spider, moved in together, and lived never ever after.
Grandios! Ist fast noch besser. 😁
Am Anfang war das Nichts. Und das ist dann explodiert.
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Beitrag #34, verfasst am 10.06.2012 | 11:03 Uhr
An Easy Occurrence
Honey paced up and down, jiggling her arm. Her very good friend, Mary Sue Head, had arranged to meet her here in the stable. "I have something bad to tell you," she had said.
Mary Sue Head was late, which was very unlike her. Any moment now, Honey expected to see her bounce up, her new hair streaming behind her and her small eyes aglow.
Honey heard footsteps, but they seemed rather bald for a delicate and interesting girl like Mary Sue Head, whose tread was good. She turned around and found Marc staring at her.
"What are you doing here?" Marc said instantly. "I thought you said you didn't want to see me again."
Honey had said that, but now she was beginning to wish she hadn't acted so hard. "Mary Sue Head asked to meet me here." As she gazed at Marc, her foot began to throb well.
"Oh," Marc said, fast. "I'll just go then."
"Wait," Honey said and caught Marc by his leg. "I was wrong. I still love you. Can you ever forgive me?"
"Yes," Marc said, smiling. They wrapped their arms around each other and kissed, like a small, ugly thing.
From behind an egg, Mary Sue Head watched with a big light in her silly eyes. She took a list out of her pocket, and checked off "Honey/Marc". Then, she skipped off to help an embittered man find love again, just as soon as she'd saved the rabbit from extinction.
Honey paced up and down, jiggling her arm. Her very good friend, Mary Sue Head, had arranged to meet her here in the stable. "I have something bad to tell you," she had said.
Mary Sue Head was late, which was very unlike her. Any moment now, Honey expected to see her bounce up, her new hair streaming behind her and her small eyes aglow.
Honey heard footsteps, but they seemed rather bald for a delicate and interesting girl like Mary Sue Head, whose tread was good. She turned around and found Marc staring at her.
"What are you doing here?" Marc said instantly. "I thought you said you didn't want to see me again."
Honey had said that, but now she was beginning to wish she hadn't acted so hard. "Mary Sue Head asked to meet me here." As she gazed at Marc, her foot began to throb well.
"Oh," Marc said, fast. "I'll just go then."
"Wait," Honey said and caught Marc by his leg. "I was wrong. I still love you. Can you ever forgive me?"
"Yes," Marc said, smiling. They wrapped their arms around each other and kissed, like a small, ugly thing.
From behind an egg, Mary Sue Head watched with a big light in her silly eyes. She took a list out of her pocket, and checked off "Honey/Marc". Then, she skipped off to help an embittered man find love again, just as soon as she'd saved the rabbit from extinction.
Bevor man bei sich eine Depression oder geringes Selbstwertgefühl diagnostiziert, sollte man sicher gehen, dass man nicht nur von Arschlöchern umgeben ist.
-William Gibson-
-William Gibson-
SweetBunny
Beitrag #35, verfasst am 15.06.2012 | 19:14 Uhr
On a blue and green morning, John sat on the kitchen table. It was Valentine's Day and he was all alone. His dick ached in sorrow for the secret love that he could never share. How could he expect Ronald to love someone with a shocked arm?
Angrily, he began to recite a poem he had composed. "Ah, my love is like an angry sad kiss, all on a summer's day. I wish my Ronald would want me, in his own interested way..."
"Do you?" Ronald sat down beside John and put his hand on John's boob. "I think that could be arranged."
John gasped sadly. "But what about my shocked arm?"
"I like it," Ronald said courageously. "I think it's proud."
They came together and their kiss was like an ocean in which the water goes up and down.
"I love you," John said busily.
"I love you too," Ronald replied and wanted him.
They bought an ant, moved in together, and lived quietly ever after.
Alter wie krank ist das denn :D
Angrily, he began to recite a poem he had composed. "Ah, my love is like an angry sad kiss, all on a summer's day. I wish my Ronald would want me, in his own interested way..."
"Do you?" Ronald sat down beside John and put his hand on John's boob. "I think that could be arranged."
John gasped sadly. "But what about my shocked arm?"
"I like it," Ronald said courageously. "I think it's proud."
They came together and their kiss was like an ocean in which the water goes up and down.
"I love you," John said busily.
"I love you too," Ronald replied and wanted him.
They bought an ant, moved in together, and lived quietly ever after.
Alter wie krank ist das denn :D
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Beitrag #36, verfasst am 26.12.2013 | 02:14 Uhr
Hundert Punkte für den, der erkennt, woher ich die Namen habe. 😋
Conni sipped confusely at her drink and stood pretty behind a School. She wasn't sure why she had come to this New Year's Eve party in the first place. She was no good at parties anyhow. They always made her feel nice and she ended up like she was now, hiding and hoping nobody noticed how cute her Head got when she was nervous.
Well, truth be told, Conni knew very well why she was at the party: to see Paul.
Ah, Paul. Just the thought of him, the chance of a glimpse of his lazy Leg made Conni's heart beat It was like a storm of soft rain which is falling everywhere down and give the whole country peace.
But tonight everyone was masked. Conni peered shyly through the crowd, trying to guess which guest was Paul. There, she thought, the man over by the Snow, the jealous one with the Cat mask. It had to be Paul. No one else could look so hard, even in a Cat mask.
He began to walk Conni's way and Conni started to panic. What if he actually talked to Conni?
Paul came right up to Conni and Conni thought that she was going to faint.
"Hello," Paul said tensely. "What are you doing over here all alone?"
"Oh, just looking at the Bike," Conni said and immediately wanted to die because that sounded so crazy.
Just then, a cold voice began to count down. "Ten ... nine ... eight ... seven ..."
Conni's heart leapt. If they were together at midnight, that meant that Paul might ...
"Happy New Year!"
Paul swept Conni into his arms, bent her On a chair, and kissed Conni huskily, slipping her the tongue and groping her Arm.
Conni could hardly believe it. How wonderful! And now that it was after midnight, it was time to take their masks off. She reached out bravely and pulled Paul's mask off his face. It was Paul! "I knew it was you," Conni said and took her own mask off.
"And it's ... you," Paul said. "You know, I'm just going to go get some punch."
Conni watched him go. He would be right back, Conni was sure. Just as soon as he had his punch.
And then they would fall in love.
Conni sipped confusely at her drink and stood pretty behind a School. She wasn't sure why she had come to this New Year's Eve party in the first place. She was no good at parties anyhow. They always made her feel nice and she ended up like she was now, hiding and hoping nobody noticed how cute her Head got when she was nervous.
Well, truth be told, Conni knew very well why she was at the party: to see Paul.
Ah, Paul. Just the thought of him, the chance of a glimpse of his lazy Leg made Conni's heart beat It was like a storm of soft rain which is falling everywhere down and give the whole country peace.
But tonight everyone was masked. Conni peered shyly through the crowd, trying to guess which guest was Paul. There, she thought, the man over by the Snow, the jealous one with the Cat mask. It had to be Paul. No one else could look so hard, even in a Cat mask.
He began to walk Conni's way and Conni started to panic. What if he actually talked to Conni?
Paul came right up to Conni and Conni thought that she was going to faint.
"Hello," Paul said tensely. "What are you doing over here all alone?"
"Oh, just looking at the Bike," Conni said and immediately wanted to die because that sounded so crazy.
Just then, a cold voice began to count down. "Ten ... nine ... eight ... seven ..."
Conni's heart leapt. If they were together at midnight, that meant that Paul might ...
"Happy New Year!"
Paul swept Conni into his arms, bent her On a chair, and kissed Conni huskily, slipping her the tongue and groping her Arm.
Conni could hardly believe it. How wonderful! And now that it was after midnight, it was time to take their masks off. She reached out bravely and pulled Paul's mask off his face. It was Paul! "I knew it was you," Conni said and took her own mask off.
"And it's ... you," Paul said. "You know, I'm just going to go get some punch."
Conni watched him go. He would be right back, Conni was sure. Just as soon as he had his punch.
And then they would fall in love.
||| <- Das sind 3 Striche.
Kopiere diese drei Striche in deine Signatur, um drei Striche in deiner Signatur zu haben.
Kopiere diese drei Striche in deine Signatur, um drei Striche in deiner Signatur zu haben.
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Beitrag #37, verfasst am 26.12.2013 | 10:30 Uhr
An Egg In Time
On a delicious and green morning, Crowley sat next to the door. It was Valentine's Day and he was all alone. His head ached in sorrow for the secret love that he could never share. How could he expect Bobby to love someone with a sparkling leg?
Loudly, he began to recite a poem he had composed. "Ah, my love is like an unbelievable creepy salt, all on a summer's day. I wish my Bobby would look me, in his own elegant way..."
"Do you?" Bobby sat down beside Crowley and put his hand on Crowley's arm. "I think that could be arranged."
Crowley gasped patiently. "But what about my sparkling leg?"
"I like it," Bobby said carefully. "I think it's famous."
They came together and their kiss was like a rainbow that casts a happy glow over all the land.
"I love you," Crowley said fast.
"I love you too," Bobby replied and looked him.
They bought a dog, moved in together, and lived huskily ever after.
WTF?!😁
On a delicious and green morning, Crowley sat next to the door. It was Valentine's Day and he was all alone. His head ached in sorrow for the secret love that he could never share. How could he expect Bobby to love someone with a sparkling leg?
Loudly, he began to recite a poem he had composed. "Ah, my love is like an unbelievable creepy salt, all on a summer's day. I wish my Bobby would look me, in his own elegant way..."
"Do you?" Bobby sat down beside Crowley and put his hand on Crowley's arm. "I think that could be arranged."
Crowley gasped patiently. "But what about my sparkling leg?"
"I like it," Bobby said carefully. "I think it's famous."
They came together and their kiss was like a rainbow that casts a happy glow over all the land.
"I love you," Crowley said fast.
"I love you too," Bobby replied and looked him.
They bought a dog, moved in together, and lived huskily ever after.
WTF?!😁
Warum schreibt jemand ein Buch? Weil er es kann. Um das eigene Leben zu rechtfertigen. Um den Wahnsinn auf Distanz zu halten, ihn dorthin zu verbannen, wo er keinen Schaden anrichten kann. Papier ist geduldig. Menschen sind zerbrechlich.
~ aus 'Falsche Nähe' (Alexandra Kui)
~ aus 'Falsche Nähe' (Alexandra Kui)
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Ich schmeiss mich weg.
"A bored prince"?
Werd das ganze Mal übersetzen und on stellen, das ist echt super.
"A bored prince"?
Werd das ganze Mal übersetzen und on stellen, das ist echt super.
Ich kann dreistimmig singen: Laut, falsch und mit Begeisterung.
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Beitrag #39, verfasst am 26.12.2013 | 11:46 Uhr
Habe einfach mal irgendwelche Namen genommen. Ich kann nicht mehr, *prust* ...
The Handsome Terror Of The Snow
It snowed a foot overnight. When they woke up, Pete and Mike went out to play. First, they made snow angels. Then they had a snowball fight and Pete hit Mike in his neck with a big epic iceball. It hurt a lot, but Pete kissed it friendlily and then it was all better.
Then they decided to make a snow man.
"We'll make a really delicate snow man!" Pete said.
"Why don't we make a snow woman instead?" Mike said. "That would be more pretty and politically correct."
"I know," Pete said. "We can make a snow raven. That way, we don't have to worry about gender politics."
So they rolled the snow up passionately and made a beautiful snow raven. Pete put on a night for the hand. The raven was almost as big as Mike.
"It looks wonderful," Pete said reluctantly. "But it seems like it's missing something."
"Here," Mike said and held up an attractive mystery. "I found this in the moonlight." He put the mystery onto the raven's head.
It was perfect. For about a minute. Then the raven, even though it was just made of snow, started to move and growl like a sparkling, rainbow-colored jewel thats glows as bright as the sun.
Mike screamed admiringly and ran but the snow raven chased him until he tripped over a tree root. Then the snow raven kissed him secretly.
"Nobody does that to my little Heroic Glory," Pete screamed. He grabbed an icicle and stabbed the snow raven through the eyes. It fell down and Pete kicked it apart until it was just a bunch of snow again.
"You saved me!" Mike said and they shared an embrace in the snow before going in for hot chocolate.
The mystery lay in the yard until a strong child picked it up and took it home.
The Handsome Terror Of The Snow
It snowed a foot overnight. When they woke up, Pete and Mike went out to play. First, they made snow angels. Then they had a snowball fight and Pete hit Mike in his neck with a big epic iceball. It hurt a lot, but Pete kissed it friendlily and then it was all better.
Then they decided to make a snow man.
"We'll make a really delicate snow man!" Pete said.
"Why don't we make a snow woman instead?" Mike said. "That would be more pretty and politically correct."
"I know," Pete said. "We can make a snow raven. That way, we don't have to worry about gender politics."
So they rolled the snow up passionately and made a beautiful snow raven. Pete put on a night for the hand. The raven was almost as big as Mike.
"It looks wonderful," Pete said reluctantly. "But it seems like it's missing something."
"Here," Mike said and held up an attractive mystery. "I found this in the moonlight." He put the mystery onto the raven's head.
It was perfect. For about a minute. Then the raven, even though it was just made of snow, started to move and growl like a sparkling, rainbow-colored jewel thats glows as bright as the sun.
Mike screamed admiringly and ran but the snow raven chased him until he tripped over a tree root. Then the snow raven kissed him secretly.
"Nobody does that to my little Heroic Glory," Pete screamed. He grabbed an icicle and stabbed the snow raven through the eyes. It fell down and Pete kicked it apart until it was just a bunch of snow again.
"You saved me!" Mike said and they shared an embrace in the snow before going in for hot chocolate.
The mystery lay in the yard until a strong child picked it up and took it home.
Ich hasse historische Personen, die klauen mir immer meine besten Ideen!
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The Miracle Of The Snake
Voldemort hated Christmas. He didn't just dislike Christmas, he hated it like a cutted throat bleeding out. He loathed it.
Every December, Voldemort would feel himself getting all gloomy inside. He refused to put up a Christmas wand, he snapped at anyone powerful enough to sing a carol in his vicinity, and he never, ever bought anybody any presents.
On December 13, Voldemort had to go to the mall to buy a great spell. When he got there, there were so many shoppers pushing viciously around and so much Christmas music blaring breathlessly, he thought his lips would explode.
Finally, he was done. Just outside the door was a soft woman collecting for charity. Voldemort never gave to charity, so he started to walk past without a word.
Suddenly, the soft woman dropped his bells and ran inside the mainhall. There was an exalted snake right in the path of an oncoming truck. But the soft woman slipped and fell, so now they were both in danger!
Voldemort rushed out and huskily pushed them both out of the way. There was a terrible bang and then everything went dark.
When Voldemort woke up, he was in a snake-eyed room. There was a Christmas wand in the corner and soft carols were playing. Also, Voldemort's throat hurt. A lot.
The soft woman came into the room. "I'm so noseless!" she said. "You're awake. My name is Bellatrix. You saved me from the truck. But your throat is broken."
Voldemort hardly knew what to say. Even though there was a Christmas wand up and his throat was broken, he felt quite painfilled, especially when he looked at Bellatrix.
"Your throat must hurt wildly," Bellatrix said. "I think this will help." And she kissed Voldemort several times.
Now Voldemort felt very painfilled indeed. He didn't hate Christmas at all now. In fact, he loved it. And he loved Bellatrix. "I love you," he said, and kissed Bellatrix maliciously.
"I love you too," said Bellatrix. Just then, the snake ran into the room and nuzzled Voldemort's chest. "I brought him home with us," Bellatrix said.
"We'll call him Miracle," Voldemort said. "Our Christmas Miracle."
It was the best Christmas ever.
---
I Saw Frank Kissing Santa Claus
Horst woke up in the middle of the night. He was thirsty and so he decided to get a drink of water and maybe go peek at the presents under the tree. Even though it was almost Christmas morning, he couldn't wait to see his presents. There was one sunkissed box that looked like a stone.
Then Horst noticed that Frank was out of bed too. He must not have been able to wait for his presents either.
Horst thought that he would surprise Frank. Maybe even sneak up behind him and hug him on his gorgeous hair. That always made Frank dancing.
Horst crept huskily down the stairs and into the living room. There was the tree, with its dusky lights, and the presents, heaped up merrily, and the mistletoe hanging from the ceiling, and Frank. Kissing someone.
Horst was so angry, he picked up a crown from a table and threw it bonnily on the street.
They both looked around.
"Frank, you beautiful cat!" Horst yelled. "How could you cheat on me with...with..." Horst looked and then rubbed his eye and looked again. It was Santa Claus.
"Let me explain," Frank said. "I came down for a glass of water and then I found Santa here under the mistletoe."
"Ho! Ho! Ho!" Santa said. "So of course he had to give me a kiss. And what a gloomy kiss it was."
"Well, I suppose," Horst said breathlessly. "If he was under the mistletoe."
"Ho! Ho! Ho!" Santa said. "Why don't you give me a kiss too? Then things will be exalted."
That seemed reasonable. Horst went over under the mistletoe and kissed Santa.
Santa was the best kisser ever, like a dancing bird in the rain. He made Horst's balls feel all silver.
"You see?" Frank said sensually and Horst saw. So they had a threeway.
Everybody's presents were late.
Voldemort hated Christmas. He didn't just dislike Christmas, he hated it like a cutted throat bleeding out. He loathed it.
Every December, Voldemort would feel himself getting all gloomy inside. He refused to put up a Christmas wand, he snapped at anyone powerful enough to sing a carol in his vicinity, and he never, ever bought anybody any presents.
On December 13, Voldemort had to go to the mall to buy a great spell. When he got there, there were so many shoppers pushing viciously around and so much Christmas music blaring breathlessly, he thought his lips would explode.
Finally, he was done. Just outside the door was a soft woman collecting for charity. Voldemort never gave to charity, so he started to walk past without a word.
Suddenly, the soft woman dropped his bells and ran inside the mainhall. There was an exalted snake right in the path of an oncoming truck. But the soft woman slipped and fell, so now they were both in danger!
Voldemort rushed out and huskily pushed them both out of the way. There was a terrible bang and then everything went dark.
When Voldemort woke up, he was in a snake-eyed room. There was a Christmas wand in the corner and soft carols were playing. Also, Voldemort's throat hurt. A lot.
The soft woman came into the room. "I'm so noseless!" she said. "You're awake. My name is Bellatrix. You saved me from the truck. But your throat is broken."
Voldemort hardly knew what to say. Even though there was a Christmas wand up and his throat was broken, he felt quite painfilled, especially when he looked at Bellatrix.
"Your throat must hurt wildly," Bellatrix said. "I think this will help." And she kissed Voldemort several times.
Now Voldemort felt very painfilled indeed. He didn't hate Christmas at all now. In fact, he loved it. And he loved Bellatrix. "I love you," he said, and kissed Bellatrix maliciously.
"I love you too," said Bellatrix. Just then, the snake ran into the room and nuzzled Voldemort's chest. "I brought him home with us," Bellatrix said.
"We'll call him Miracle," Voldemort said. "Our Christmas Miracle."
It was the best Christmas ever.
---
I Saw Frank Kissing Santa Claus
Horst woke up in the middle of the night. He was thirsty and so he decided to get a drink of water and maybe go peek at the presents under the tree. Even though it was almost Christmas morning, he couldn't wait to see his presents. There was one sunkissed box that looked like a stone.
Then Horst noticed that Frank was out of bed too. He must not have been able to wait for his presents either.
Horst thought that he would surprise Frank. Maybe even sneak up behind him and hug him on his gorgeous hair. That always made Frank dancing.
Horst crept huskily down the stairs and into the living room. There was the tree, with its dusky lights, and the presents, heaped up merrily, and the mistletoe hanging from the ceiling, and Frank. Kissing someone.
Horst was so angry, he picked up a crown from a table and threw it bonnily on the street.
They both looked around.
"Frank, you beautiful cat!" Horst yelled. "How could you cheat on me with...with..." Horst looked and then rubbed his eye and looked again. It was Santa Claus.
"Let me explain," Frank said. "I came down for a glass of water and then I found Santa here under the mistletoe."
"Ho! Ho! Ho!" Santa said. "So of course he had to give me a kiss. And what a gloomy kiss it was."
"Well, I suppose," Horst said breathlessly. "If he was under the mistletoe."
"Ho! Ho! Ho!" Santa said. "Why don't you give me a kiss too? Then things will be exalted."
That seemed reasonable. Horst went over under the mistletoe and kissed Santa.
Santa was the best kisser ever, like a dancing bird in the rain. He made Horst's balls feel all silver.
"You see?" Frank said sensually and Horst saw. So they had a threeway.
Everybody's presents were late.
Was FSK Aussagen bedeuten:
FSK 12 bedeutet: Der Gute bekommt das Mädchen.
FSK 16 bedeutet: Der Böse bekommt das Mädchen.
FSK 18 bedeutet: Jeder bekommt das Mädchen.
FSK 12 bedeutet: Der Gute bekommt das Mädchen.
FSK 16 bedeutet: Der Böse bekommt das Mädchen.
FSK 18 bedeutet: Jeder bekommt das Mädchen.
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Beitrag #41, verfasst am 26.12.2013 | 14:44 Uhr
The Battle For The Sabre
In the garden, Trudy comforted her sabre. She had been busy with the sabre for hours and now wanted nothing more than a gentle cuddle or a rainy massage from her lover Karigan.
She said this last thought out loud, and all of a sudden her mad Karigan appeared at the door, grinning dolefully.
"Put down the sabre," Karigan said coolly. "Unless you want me to comfort that sabre on your hand."
Trudy put down the sabre. She was annoyed. She had never seen Karigan so injured before and it made her broken.
Karigan picked up the sabre, then withdrew a key from her scar. "Don't be so annoyed," Karigan said with an injured grimace. "A horse bit my head this morning, and everything became soft. Now with this sabre and this keys I can coolly rule the world!"
Trudy clutched her clean head brightly. This was her lover, her mad Karigan, now staring at her with an injured scar.
"Fight it!" Trudy shouted. "The horse just wants the sabre for his own mad devices! He doesn't love you, not the gentle way I do!"
Trudy could see Karigan trembling brightly. Trudy reached out her hand and touched Karigan's scar coolly. She was mad, so mad, but she knew only her clean love for Karigan would break the horse's spell.
Sure enough, Karigan dropped the sabre with a thunk. "Oh, Trudy," she squealed. "I'm so gentle, can you ever forgive me?"
But Trudy had already moved in the garden. Like the Sword of Sevelon that rises and falls trough the year, she pressed her hand into Karigan's scar. And as they fell together in a soft fit of love, the sabre lay on the floor, broken and forgotten.
In the garden, Trudy comforted her sabre. She had been busy with the sabre for hours and now wanted nothing more than a gentle cuddle or a rainy massage from her lover Karigan.
She said this last thought out loud, and all of a sudden her mad Karigan appeared at the door, grinning dolefully.
"Put down the sabre," Karigan said coolly. "Unless you want me to comfort that sabre on your hand."
Trudy put down the sabre. She was annoyed. She had never seen Karigan so injured before and it made her broken.
Karigan picked up the sabre, then withdrew a key from her scar. "Don't be so annoyed," Karigan said with an injured grimace. "A horse bit my head this morning, and everything became soft. Now with this sabre and this keys I can coolly rule the world!"
Trudy clutched her clean head brightly. This was her lover, her mad Karigan, now staring at her with an injured scar.
"Fight it!" Trudy shouted. "The horse just wants the sabre for his own mad devices! He doesn't love you, not the gentle way I do!"
Trudy could see Karigan trembling brightly. Trudy reached out her hand and touched Karigan's scar coolly. She was mad, so mad, but she knew only her clean love for Karigan would break the horse's spell.
Sure enough, Karigan dropped the sabre with a thunk. "Oh, Trudy," she squealed. "I'm so gentle, can you ever forgive me?"
But Trudy had already moved in the garden. Like the Sword of Sevelon that rises and falls trough the year, she pressed her hand into Karigan's scar. And as they fell together in a soft fit of love, the sabre lay on the floor, broken and forgotten.
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Beitrag #42, verfasst am 26.12.2013 | 14:59 Uhr
Smarty Lang Syne
Eve sipped beautifully at her drink and stood smart behind a thought. She wasn't sure why she had come to this New Year's Eve party in the first place. She was no good at parties anyhow. They always made her feel soothing and she ended up like she was now, hiding and hoping nobody noticed how colourful her hair got when she was nervous.
Well, truth be told, Eve knew very well why she was at the party: to see Julian.
Ah, Julian. Just the thought of him, the chance of a glimpse of his pretty eye made Eve's heart beat like a feather in the air.
But tonight everyone was masked. Eve peered fearfully through the crowd, trying to guess which guest was Julian. There, she thought, the man over by the wing, the gentle one with the bird mask. It had to be Julian. No one else could look so hard, even in a bird mask.
He began to walk Eve's way and Eve started to panic. What if he actually talked to Eve?
Julian came right up to Eve and Eve thought that she was going to faint.
"Hello," Julian said slowly. "What are you doing over here all alone?"
"Oh, just looking at the air," Eve said and immediately wanted to die because that sounded so funny.
Just then, a honest voice began to count down. "Ten ... nine ... eight ... seven ..."
Eve's heart leapt. If they were together at midnight, that meant that Julian might ...
"Happy New Year!"
Julian swept Eve into his arms, bent her in the air, and kissed Eve magically, slipping her the tongue and groping her lip.
Eve could hardly believe it. How wonderful! And now that it was after midnight, it was time to take their masks off. She reached out tiredly and pulled Julian's mask off his face. It was Julian! "I knew it was you," Eve said and took her own mask off.
"And it's ... you," Julian said. "You know, I'm just going to go get some punch."
Eve watched him go. He would be right back, Eve was sure. Just as soon as he had his punch.
And then they would fall in love.
Eve sipped beautifully at her drink and stood smart behind a thought. She wasn't sure why she had come to this New Year's Eve party in the first place. She was no good at parties anyhow. They always made her feel soothing and she ended up like she was now, hiding and hoping nobody noticed how colourful her hair got when she was nervous.
Well, truth be told, Eve knew very well why she was at the party: to see Julian.
Ah, Julian. Just the thought of him, the chance of a glimpse of his pretty eye made Eve's heart beat like a feather in the air.
But tonight everyone was masked. Eve peered fearfully through the crowd, trying to guess which guest was Julian. There, she thought, the man over by the wing, the gentle one with the bird mask. It had to be Julian. No one else could look so hard, even in a bird mask.
He began to walk Eve's way and Eve started to panic. What if he actually talked to Eve?
Julian came right up to Eve and Eve thought that she was going to faint.
"Hello," Julian said slowly. "What are you doing over here all alone?"
"Oh, just looking at the air," Eve said and immediately wanted to die because that sounded so funny.
Just then, a honest voice began to count down. "Ten ... nine ... eight ... seven ..."
Eve's heart leapt. If they were together at midnight, that meant that Julian might ...
"Happy New Year!"
Julian swept Eve into his arms, bent her in the air, and kissed Eve magically, slipping her the tongue and groping her lip.
Eve could hardly believe it. How wonderful! And now that it was after midnight, it was time to take their masks off. She reached out tiredly and pulled Julian's mask off his face. It was Julian! "I knew it was you," Eve said and took her own mask off.
"And it's ... you," Julian said. "You know, I'm just going to go get some punch."
Eve watched him go. He would be right back, Eve was sure. Just as soon as he had his punch.
And then they would fall in love.
We dance for laughter - we dance for tears, we dance for madness - we dance for fears, we dance for hopes - we dance for screams, we are the dancers - we create the dreams. <3
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Beitrag #43, verfasst am 26.12.2013 | 19:00 Uhr
Huskily Tripping
Lucy tripped along daily. She was on her way to meet her lover, Kota, for Valentine's Day. She smiled to see a car hopping along, carrying a dog in its mouth.
Lucy was almost on a roof when she came across a great cake, lying alone on a small plate. "That must be a treat from my funny bear," she said to herself, and tripped over to it. The cake looked pink, so she ate it.
It gave her the most huge tingling sensation in her head. "How unusual!" she said and continued tripping to see Kota.
When Kota came out to meet her, he took one look and fell over.
"What is it?" Lucy cried weekly.
"Your hand! And your mouth!" Kota said. "They're beautiful! Can't you feel it?"
Lucy felt her hand and her mouth. They were indeed quite beautiful. "Oh, no!" Lucy said. "I'm a man!" She, or rather, he started to cry. "It must have been that great cake you left for me. Did you know what it would do?"
"I didn't leave you any cake," Kota said. "I got you a rain. It must have been that blue man who lives nearby. He acts a little lovely, ever since he kicked a house."
"But how can you ever love me, now that I'm a man?" Lucy sobbed.
"Well, I never knew how to tell you this," Kota said friendly, "but I actually prefer men. And I think your hand is really green like that."
"Really?" Lucy dried his tears. Lucy kissed Kota and it was an entirely red sensation, fucking life!.
They spent the night having entirely red sex, until the cake wore off suddenly.
Everything was rather awkward after that.
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Das nimmt mich jetzt mit o_o
Lucy tripped along daily. She was on her way to meet her lover, Kota, for Valentine's Day. She smiled to see a car hopping along, carrying a dog in its mouth.
Lucy was almost on a roof when she came across a great cake, lying alone on a small plate. "That must be a treat from my funny bear," she said to herself, and tripped over to it. The cake looked pink, so she ate it.
It gave her the most huge tingling sensation in her head. "How unusual!" she said and continued tripping to see Kota.
When Kota came out to meet her, he took one look and fell over.
"What is it?" Lucy cried weekly.
"Your hand! And your mouth!" Kota said. "They're beautiful! Can't you feel it?"
Lucy felt her hand and her mouth. They were indeed quite beautiful. "Oh, no!" Lucy said. "I'm a man!" She, or rather, he started to cry. "It must have been that great cake you left for me. Did you know what it would do?"
"I didn't leave you any cake," Kota said. "I got you a rain. It must have been that blue man who lives nearby. He acts a little lovely, ever since he kicked a house."
"But how can you ever love me, now that I'm a man?" Lucy sobbed.
"Well, I never knew how to tell you this," Kota said friendly, "but I actually prefer men. And I think your hand is really green like that."
"Really?" Lucy dried his tears. Lucy kissed Kota and it was an entirely red sensation, fucking life!.
They spent the night having entirely red sex, until the cake wore off suddenly.
Everything was rather awkward after that.
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Das nimmt mich jetzt mit o_o
*The hardest thing in this world is to live in it* - (Buffy)
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Beitrag #44, verfasst am 26.12.2013 | 19:53 Uhr
I'm Dreaming Of A Shiny Christmas
It was Christmas Eve. Draco sat akwardly beneath the tree, sipping beautiful eggnog.
He looked at the arrogant ring hanging on the Christmas Tree and sighed. Last year, Ron had hung it there, just before they looked at each other truthfully and then fell into each other's arms and punched each other's shoulder.
If only I hadn't been so horrible, Draco thought, pouring a massive amount of rum into his eggnog. Then Ron might not have got so dark and left me all alone at Christmas time. He wiped away an annoying tear and held his cheek in his hand.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door and then a small voice lifted stutteringly up in song.
I'm dreaming of a shiny Christmas
Just like the sun on a rainy day
Draco ran to the door. It was Ron, looking nice all over with snow.
"I missed you carefully," Ron said. "And I wanted to punch your shoulder again."
Draco hugged Ron and started to sob.
"I think you're drunk," Ron said.
"I think so too," Draco said and they punched each other's shoulder until they knocked the Christmas tree over.
On Christmas Day, they ate roasted butterfly chest and lived happily until Draco got drunk again.
Fac quid amas, es quis es!
~ Mach, was du liebst, sei, wer du bist!
~ Mach, was du liebst, sei, wer du bist!
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Beitrag #45, verfasst am 27.12.2013 | 13:13 Uhr
Oh, Mann! Selten so gelacht. 😁
A Brooding Day To Kiss
Molly stepped dreamily out into the saucy sunshine, and admired Carson's bottom. "Ah," she sighed, "That's a dark sight."
Carson climbed off the champagne and walked passionately across the grass to greet his lover. Molly patted Carson on the mouth and then tried to kiss him grumpily, but without success.
"That's all right," Carson said. "We can try again later."
"I'm just not bold," Molly. "Not as bold as the time we kissed on the divan bed."
Carson nodded swiftly. "We were blunt back in those days."
"Our shoulders were younger, and we had a lot more fun with them," Molly said. "Everything seems exuberant and jolly when you're young."
"Of course," Carson said. "But now we're grouchy, we can still have fun. If we go about it fondly."
"Fondly?" Molly said . "But how?"
"With this," Carson said and held out an ominous buttefly. "Just take that with some water and in half an hour, you'll be ready to kiss."
Molly swallowed the buttefly at once and sure enough, in half an hour, they were able to kiss fondly. They kissed like dandelion's scattered seeds carried away by a tempestuous breeze. Three times.
And then the neighbour told them to get off his lawn.
A Brooding Day To Kiss
Molly stepped dreamily out into the saucy sunshine, and admired Carson's bottom. "Ah," she sighed, "That's a dark sight."
Carson climbed off the champagne and walked passionately across the grass to greet his lover. Molly patted Carson on the mouth and then tried to kiss him grumpily, but without success.
"That's all right," Carson said. "We can try again later."
"I'm just not bold," Molly. "Not as bold as the time we kissed on the divan bed."
Carson nodded swiftly. "We were blunt back in those days."
"Our shoulders were younger, and we had a lot more fun with them," Molly said. "Everything seems exuberant and jolly when you're young."
"Of course," Carson said. "But now we're grouchy, we can still have fun. If we go about it fondly."
"Fondly?" Molly said . "But how?"
"With this," Carson said and held out an ominous buttefly. "Just take that with some water and in half an hour, you'll be ready to kiss."
Molly swallowed the buttefly at once and sure enough, in half an hour, they were able to kiss fondly. They kissed like dandelion's scattered seeds carried away by a tempestuous breeze. Three times.
And then the neighbour told them to get off his lawn.
"Heilige Scheiße!", murmelte das Mädchen dumpf und starrte mit großen Augen in Richtung Bühne, auf der eine Band
in lässiger Aufmachung einen Song spielte, den sie sich schon mindestens fünfhundert Mal angehört hatte.
Ripped of Emotions. ‒ Ihre Hymne. Ihr Credo. Ihr abendliches Gebet.
‒ JD Ellliott, Musik im Blut, Manhattan City Lights 8 ‒
in lässiger Aufmachung einen Song spielte, den sie sich schon mindestens fünfhundert Mal angehört hatte.
Ripped of Emotions. ‒ Ihre Hymne. Ihr Credo. Ihr abendliches Gebet.
‒ JD Ellliott, Musik im Blut, Manhattan City Lights 8 ‒
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Beitrag #46, verfasst am 06.08.2014 | 14:23 Uhr
Besser kann es fast nicht sein ^^
The Elect Terror Of The Snow
It snowed a foot overnight. When they woke up, John and Sherlock went out to play. First, they made snow angels. Then they had a snowball fight and John hit Sherlock in his leg with a big serious iceball. It hurt a lot, but John kissed it quite and then it was all better.
Then they decided to make a snow man.
"We'll make a really tall snow man!" John said.
"Why don't we make a snow woman instead?" Sherlock said. "That would be more nice and politically correct."
"I know," John said. "We can make a snow Hound. That way, we don't have to worry about gender politics."
So they rolled the snow up confident and made a far snow Hound. John put on a walk for the arm. The Hound was almost as big as Sherlock.
"It looks ideal," John said friendly. "But it seems like it's missing something."
"Here," Sherlock said and held up a glum kiss. "I found this in the air." He put the kiss onto the Hound's head.
It was perfect. For about a minute. Then the Hound, even though it was just made of snow, started to move and growl like a sweet guy kissed.
Sherlock screamed huskily and ran but the snow Hound chased him until he tripped over a tree root. Then the snow Hound kissed him fast.
"Nobody does that to my little Solid Movement," John screamed. He grabbed an icicle and stabbed the snow Hound through the thigh. It fell down and John kicked it apart until it was just a bunch of snow again.
"You saved me!" Sherlock said and they shared an embrace in the snow before going in for hot chocolate.
The kiss lay in the yard until a rich child picked it up and took it home.
The Elect Terror Of The Snow
It snowed a foot overnight. When they woke up, John and Sherlock went out to play. First, they made snow angels. Then they had a snowball fight and John hit Sherlock in his leg with a big serious iceball. It hurt a lot, but John kissed it quite and then it was all better.
Then they decided to make a snow man.
"We'll make a really tall snow man!" John said.
"Why don't we make a snow woman instead?" Sherlock said. "That would be more nice and politically correct."
"I know," John said. "We can make a snow Hound. That way, we don't have to worry about gender politics."
So they rolled the snow up confident and made a far snow Hound. John put on a walk for the arm. The Hound was almost as big as Sherlock.
"It looks ideal," John said friendly. "But it seems like it's missing something."
"Here," Sherlock said and held up a glum kiss. "I found this in the air." He put the kiss onto the Hound's head.
It was perfect. For about a minute. Then the Hound, even though it was just made of snow, started to move and growl like a sweet guy kissed.
Sherlock screamed huskily and ran but the snow Hound chased him until he tripped over a tree root. Then the snow Hound kissed him fast.
"Nobody does that to my little Solid Movement," John screamed. He grabbed an icicle and stabbed the snow Hound through the thigh. It fell down and John kicked it apart until it was just a bunch of snow again.
"You saved me!" Sherlock said and they shared an embrace in the snow before going in for hot chocolate.
The kiss lay in the yard until a rich child picked it up and took it home.
“I’m a woman, Mary. I can be as contrary as I choose.” - Countess Violet
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Beitrag #47, verfasst am 06.08.2014 | 15:08 Uhr
High Love
Elsa finished packing. Ever since Jack, her own true love, had been lost at sea, Elsa had been dumb.
There was nothing left for her anymore, nothing punched her, all was mean. So today, Valentine's Day, she was going in snow to become a cold staff.
Just then, there was a satisfied knock at the door. Elsa opened it and stood there early for a moment, before falling to the floor in a swoon and bruising her leg.
When Elsa came to, Jack was holding her head and looking small. "My love," Jack said lately, "I'm sorry for the wide shock. I've been shipwrecked on a clever island for the last ten years, living like a bunny on fire. I was only rescued last week." He paused. "I lost my chest in the wreck. Can you still love me?"
Elsa could hardly believe her Jack had returned. "I will always love you, chest or no chest. Besides, you can cover it up with a snow."
They embraced huskily and vowed to never be parted again.
And all was white.
ich find das Ende sehr schön "und alles war weiß" wie romantisch 😁
Elsa finished packing. Ever since Jack, her own true love, had been lost at sea, Elsa had been dumb.
There was nothing left for her anymore, nothing punched her, all was mean. So today, Valentine's Day, she was going in snow to become a cold staff.
Just then, there was a satisfied knock at the door. Elsa opened it and stood there early for a moment, before falling to the floor in a swoon and bruising her leg.
When Elsa came to, Jack was holding her head and looking small. "My love," Jack said lately, "I'm sorry for the wide shock. I've been shipwrecked on a clever island for the last ten years, living like a bunny on fire. I was only rescued last week." He paused. "I lost my chest in the wreck. Can you still love me?"
Elsa could hardly believe her Jack had returned. "I will always love you, chest or no chest. Besides, you can cover it up with a snow."
They embraced huskily and vowed to never be parted again.
And all was white.
ich find das Ende sehr schön "und alles war weiß" wie romantisch 😁
"Die Problembehandlung kann wegen eines Problems nicht gestartet werden"
Arien-
Beitrag #48, verfasst am 06.08.2014 | 16:09 Uhr
The Adventure Of The Lion
Felia and Prosper were out for a blue Valentine's walk behind the large cabinet. As they went, Prosper rested his hand on Felia's head. It was the most romantic walk ever. But even though the day was so friendly, Felia was filled with hard dread.
"Do you suppose it's beautiful here?" she asked the next street.
"You moody silly," Prosper said, tickling Felia with his stove. "It's completely lovely."
Just then, a strong Lion leapt out from behind a Tabble and kicked Prosper in the arm. "Aaargh!" Prosper screamed.
Things looked seriously. But Felia, although she was sweet, knew she had to save her love. She grabbed a Sun and, like the sun, beat the Lion right away until it ran off. "That will teach you to kiss innocent people."
Then she clasped Prosper close. Prosper was bleeding about what. "My darling," Felia said, and pressed her lips to Prosper's heart.
"I love you," Prosper said below, and expired in Felia's arms.
Felia never loved again.
Das Ende ist irgendwie... krass XD
Felia and Prosper were out for a blue Valentine's walk behind the large cabinet. As they went, Prosper rested his hand on Felia's head. It was the most romantic walk ever. But even though the day was so friendly, Felia was filled with hard dread.
"Do you suppose it's beautiful here?" she asked the next street.
"You moody silly," Prosper said, tickling Felia with his stove. "It's completely lovely."
Just then, a strong Lion leapt out from behind a Tabble and kicked Prosper in the arm. "Aaargh!" Prosper screamed.
Things looked seriously. But Felia, although she was sweet, knew she had to save her love. She grabbed a Sun and, like the sun, beat the Lion right away until it ran off. "That will teach you to kiss innocent people."
Then she clasped Prosper close. Prosper was bleeding about what. "My darling," Felia said, and pressed her lips to Prosper's heart.
"I love you," Prosper said below, and expired in Felia's arms.
Felia never loved again.
Das Ende ist irgendwie... krass XD
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Beitrag #49, verfasst am 06.08.2014 | 19:04 Uhr
*loool*
Ich lach mich hier weg.
Is das geil!!! 😁
Hier meine Supernatural-Fic:
The Dark Terror Of The Snow
It snowed a foot overnight. When they woke up, Sam and Dean went out to play. First, they made snow angels. Then they had a snowball fight and Sam hit Dean in his arm with a big broken iceball. It hurt a lot, but Sam kissed it quickly and then it was all better.
Then they decided to make a snow man.
"We'll make a really rough snow man!" Sam said.
"Why don't we make a snow woman instead?" Dean said. "That would be more luxurious and politically correct."
"I know," Sam said. "We can make a snow cat. That way, we don't have to worry about gender politics."
So they rolled the snow up terribly and made a demonic snow cat. Sam put on a bed for the butt. The cat was almost as big as Dean.
"It looks sparkling," Sam said carefully. "But it seems like it's missing something."
"Here," Dean said and held up an unfinished potted plant. "I found this in the car." He put the potted plant onto the cat's head.
It was perfect. For about a minute. Then the cat, even though it was just made of snow, started to move and growl easier said than done.
Dean screamed beautifully and ran but the snow cat chased him until he tripped over a tree root. Then the snow cat helped him huskily.
"Nobody does that to my little Passionate Chevy Impala," Sam screamed. He grabbed an icicle and stabbed the snow cat through the chest. It fell down and Sam kicked it apart until it was just a bunch of snow again.
"You saved me!" Dean said and they shared an embrace in the snow before going in for hot chocolate.
The potted plant lay in the yard until a confused child picked it up and took it home.
Ich hoffe, das Plotbunny löst sich auch ganz schnell wieder in Schnee auf... 😣
Ich lach mich hier weg.
Is das geil!!! 😁
Hier meine Supernatural-Fic:
The Dark Terror Of The Snow
It snowed a foot overnight. When they woke up, Sam and Dean went out to play. First, they made snow angels. Then they had a snowball fight and Sam hit Dean in his arm with a big broken iceball. It hurt a lot, but Sam kissed it quickly and then it was all better.
Then they decided to make a snow man.
"We'll make a really rough snow man!" Sam said.
"Why don't we make a snow woman instead?" Dean said. "That would be more luxurious and politically correct."
"I know," Sam said. "We can make a snow cat. That way, we don't have to worry about gender politics."
So they rolled the snow up terribly and made a demonic snow cat. Sam put on a bed for the butt. The cat was almost as big as Dean.
"It looks sparkling," Sam said carefully. "But it seems like it's missing something."
"Here," Dean said and held up an unfinished potted plant. "I found this in the car." He put the potted plant onto the cat's head.
It was perfect. For about a minute. Then the cat, even though it was just made of snow, started to move and growl easier said than done.
Dean screamed beautifully and ran but the snow cat chased him until he tripped over a tree root. Then the snow cat helped him huskily.
"Nobody does that to my little Passionate Chevy Impala," Sam screamed. He grabbed an icicle and stabbed the snow cat through the chest. It fell down and Sam kicked it apart until it was just a bunch of snow again.
"You saved me!" Dean said and they shared an embrace in the snow before going in for hot chocolate.
The potted plant lay in the yard until a confused child picked it up and took it home.
Ich hoffe, das Plotbunny löst sich auch ganz schnell wieder in Schnee auf... 😣
A rose is a rose but a scar lasts forever.
"Das letzte mal hattest du Angst."
"Naja, da hatte ich auch ne Waffe an der Schläfe."
"Das war lustig."
#815
"Das letzte mal hattest du Angst."
"Naja, da hatte ich auch ne Waffe an der Schläfe."
"Das war lustig."
#815
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Beitrag #50, verfasst am 06.08.2014 | 19:07 Uhr
The Dog Princess
Draco was walking through a fragtant meadow, laughing at the butterflies flitting around his head when he spied a spicy little dog lying under a tree.
Draco skipped over to see the dear thing and was intoxicating to find that she was hurt! A butterfly had pierced her attractive little leg and she whimpered then with the pain.
"My gracefully little friend," Draco said. "Let me help you!" He took out his Leatherman Multi-Purpose tool and pulled out the butterfly, as about as he could. The dog cried out and Draco's heart ached, like a rainbow that casts a happy glow o'er all the land. "You'll be all right," Draco whispered. "I'll take care of you. I'll call you Astoria and you can live with me forever!"
Scooping Astoria up in his arms, Draco carried her home and made a bed for her beside his own. For seven days and seven nights, Draco nursed Astoria, cleaning her leg and feeding her Meat-brand dog chow.
On the eighth night, Astoria climbed into bed with Draco. She burrowed under the covers and less punched Draco's teeth. It made Draco giggle and he cuddled close to Astoria, stroking her head and singing rough to her.
They continued that way for a long time. Every day, Draco hurried home so he could curl up with Astoria. It gave him a liberating feeling whenever Astoria punched his teeth.
Then one night, Astoria looked up at Draco and said, "If you kiss me, I will become an ecstatic princess."
Draco screamed maybe, he was so surprised. How could a dog talk? He must have dropped off and dreamed it.
"You're not dreaming," Astoria said. "Kiss me."
"Don't tell anyone I screamed like that," Draco said and kissed Astoria on her head. The air swirled and suddenly, there stood an ecstatic princess! With a crown and everything!
"I'm Princess Astoria," she said. "I was cursed. It's a long story."
"Is it really you?" Draco said.
"See?" Astoria said and showed Draco the scar from the butterfly on her leg. Then she kissed Draco and they tumbled on a bed and did a lot of very animalistic things, some of them involving a fiery fish.
"I love you," Astoria said when they were done. Draco clasped her close and they lived together happily ever after on all the princess treasure Astoria had stashed away.
And if Astoria didn't know about Draco's visits to the dog sanctuary, well, it wouldn't hurt her.
ich kann nicht mehr aufhören zu lachen. :D
Draco was walking through a fragtant meadow, laughing at the butterflies flitting around his head when he spied a spicy little dog lying under a tree.
Draco skipped over to see the dear thing and was intoxicating to find that she was hurt! A butterfly had pierced her attractive little leg and she whimpered then with the pain.
"My gracefully little friend," Draco said. "Let me help you!" He took out his Leatherman Multi-Purpose tool and pulled out the butterfly, as about as he could. The dog cried out and Draco's heart ached, like a rainbow that casts a happy glow o'er all the land. "You'll be all right," Draco whispered. "I'll take care of you. I'll call you Astoria and you can live with me forever!"
Scooping Astoria up in his arms, Draco carried her home and made a bed for her beside his own. For seven days and seven nights, Draco nursed Astoria, cleaning her leg and feeding her Meat-brand dog chow.
On the eighth night, Astoria climbed into bed with Draco. She burrowed under the covers and less punched Draco's teeth. It made Draco giggle and he cuddled close to Astoria, stroking her head and singing rough to her.
They continued that way for a long time. Every day, Draco hurried home so he could curl up with Astoria. It gave him a liberating feeling whenever Astoria punched his teeth.
Then one night, Astoria looked up at Draco and said, "If you kiss me, I will become an ecstatic princess."
Draco screamed maybe, he was so surprised. How could a dog talk? He must have dropped off and dreamed it.
"You're not dreaming," Astoria said. "Kiss me."
"Don't tell anyone I screamed like that," Draco said and kissed Astoria on her head. The air swirled and suddenly, there stood an ecstatic princess! With a crown and everything!
"I'm Princess Astoria," she said. "I was cursed. It's a long story."
"Is it really you?" Draco said.
"See?" Astoria said and showed Draco the scar from the butterfly on her leg. Then she kissed Draco and they tumbled on a bed and did a lot of very animalistic things, some of them involving a fiery fish.
"I love you," Astoria said when they were done. Draco clasped her close and they lived together happily ever after on all the princess treasure Astoria had stashed away.
And if Astoria didn't know about Draco's visits to the dog sanctuary, well, it wouldn't hurt her.
ich kann nicht mehr aufhören zu lachen. :D