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Prouvaire's Resume

Thu, 24 Mar 2011 18:15:53 PDT

Well it looks better as a word document I'll say... So this is for who asked me to post this after reading my Essay Barricades and Wands. This was for my effective communications class

deviantART Resume

Sun, 18 Aug 2002 21:11:33 PDT

This is what I do when I'm bored.

I create a resume to apply for a staff position at deviantART. I'd like to point out the category for this, being Prose - Humor, this is merely a joke.

Wish me luck!

Click Fullview to read my resume!

Resume

Fri, 17 Jun 2011 12:23:43 PDT

hahahaha

resume

Sun, 01 May 2011 06:48:03 PDT

I can't help but laugh at this;

Everything's starting to sound the same,
but I don't care to change

do you like that the last line is both in italics and without a period

Resume

Sun, 16 Oct 2005 22:36:51 PDT

Uhm... What can I say?

I guess I wrote this in a fit of rage trying to figure out something

What that something is.. I'm not sure...

But it makes for some great venting

Godly Resume Meme

Thu, 16 Dec 2010 01:31:05 PST

And of course, if you were making this meme, you'd know exactly who to send it to.

This random thing came from a conversation between me and my friend Vigilo: that boils down to these two lines:

Me: *Eyes quiet Ros warily* You're being a sneaky god of secrets. xD

V: Ros: It's in the job description.

It made me wonder: just what IS the job description of a god? How would they have made a resume?
Well, evidently in the form of a horribly-written meme. xD

If anyone does this, please give me a link! I'd love to read it.
Maybe if I manage to do so, I'll make it a sketching meme as well, but until then, it is a written one.

Any suggestions? Should I make it longer? Shorter?

EDIT: I couldn't help it. I did the meme with Loki xD

[link]

Accident on a resume

Tue, 19 Oct 2010 22:38:20 PDT

It's not my BEST work, but it was a bit forced. It was made up on the spot instead of my usual brainstorming session. Decided to write it for a challenge from the founder of the #transformation group.

Spiritual Resume

Thu, 08 Jul 2010 20:00:12 PDT

Inspired by a sermon I heard the other day. I'll probably turn this into a visual 6 word short story tomorrow.

Enjoy!

Resume

Fri, 13 Nov 2009 17:45:44 PST

Lacey's story.
I'll link this to Paris' once I get the chance. Honestly I'm just trying to stay afloat at the moment and get them all done!
Not as happy with this one but I can deal. The back story and her attitude are far too overused but maybe that just contibutes to her character?
Once again, written on an unreliable keyboard so any typos or weird phrases just tell me.
Gracias amigos!

Characters (c) Phoebe but if ya take ém how will I know?
LINKS NAO:
Paris: [link]
Hector: [link]
Emma: [link]

How to Form A Metal Band

Thu, 19 Jul 2012 10:15:08 PDT

Just a humourous piece about metal bands that I've seen/heard. Some are closer to rock but meh, I'm not too specific on genres :3

Enjoy this piece and don't bother faving it unless you genuinely lol'd or something. It's just a filler in between.

Revolution resumes tomorrow. Have a pleasant night/day everyone ^^

-Chen

Rest My Sweetest Darling

Fri, 18 May 2012 08:18:18 PDT

AUTHOR'S COMMENT:

Arrr as promised, here is a second Dragon Week poem from a very different perspective. Tomorrow again, the story will change as I weave tha magic that leads up ta tha main event on Sunday night ^^

If you are wonderin' why I haven't submitted to any groups today though, there is a reason for that and I am actually doin' another test on the deviant art system, I then will resume submittin' ta groups tomorrow, but for those groups that want my work in, just help me submit it in :3. Thank ya kindly :3

-Captain Chenbeard of the Black Fedora Pirates

OTHER POEMS BY ME:

Fear the Dragon Call - [link]
Our Word is Sacred - [link]
Wings of Despair - [link]
The Feelings That Linger - [link]
The Lie of Vengeance - [link]
The Farseer - [link]

OTHER LITERATURE BY ME:

Knight Run 2 - [link]
Knight Run- [link]
SANGUINE Chapter 1 - 1 - [link]

Continuing to Resume

Mon, 03 Dec 2012 11:33:07 PST

What if you loved someone with everything you had and more, and that other person loved you too,...yet it still wouldn't make a difference? It couldn't change a thing.

The situation you're in. ...The distance between when you're only a few feet apart.

Pretending to be strangers when in fact, they're everything you will ever be?

I wrote this the other day, and thought I should upload it. ...I left the beginning and the ending of this open with reason. No, it's not a vignette or anything of that sort. ...Just a simple little scene.

Hope you liked it.

Godly Resume Meme: Loki

Thu, 16 Dec 2010 20:14:02 PST

Okay, I made this meme so I HAD to let Loki out to do it. xD He seemed game for playing around.

For the burial mound thing, to explain: [link]

I DO NOT CLAIM TO HAVE MADE THAT COMIC, IT IS FAR TOO AWESOME. That honour goes to

Comic is copywrite to her,
Loki is copywrite to the Norse pantheon xD
Snark and randomass comments: All Me.

Every single DevEmoticon

Thu, 14 Jan 2010 04:37:33 PST

Here are all the emoticons deviantart offers for comments and sutch, the numbers are the same as in the text, this way you can choose one your like and see how to write it
I hope you enjoy

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I'm pretty sure there are some that're repeated, if you find any, please comment (saying where it's the first time, and where is repeated)

My Spyro Fan Fics: Resume 1

Thu, 02 Dec 2010 01:54:33 PST

Hello All

Whew it is done, took quite a while and it got much longer than one of my normal chapters, but everything important should be covered here.

I can only ask that people read the individual stories for a better look at how everything happened, but feel free to ask questions and i will elaborate as is possible

Sparx, Cyril, Ignitus, Malefor, Spyro, Cynder, The Hermit, Terrador, Hunter (C) Sierra

Demetrius (C)

Every character not mentioned above are (C) me

See ya all later

Netherlands x Reader: Peter Pan

Tue, 03 Jul 2012 18:32:07 PDT

So f*cken sorry for the delay!
I had cosplays to do for Anime Expo!
And boy was it fun! XD
I saw a lot of Hetalia fans and I felt like
I was in like Hetallia itself with all the
random people! But thanks for waiting!
I will resume now since I have time!
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Next one is Austria

Edward - Story of Snow Pt 6

Mon, 07 Feb 2011 20:45:37 PST

Part Six of my story about Edward Scissorhands.

Enjoy!

P.S For the people who are following this regularly, I can't upload any more for a week as I am going away to computerless regions for a few days. Service will be resumed soon after though!

Link to Story of Snow (Part 1)
Link to Story of Snow (Part 2)
Link to Story of Snow (Part 3)
Link to Story of Snow (Part 4)
Link to Story of Snow (Part 5)
Link to Story of Snow (Part 6)
Link to Story of Snow (Part 7)
Link to Story of Snow (Part 8)
Link to Story of Snow (Part 9)

Silent Ponyville 2 Ending 4+

Tue, 16 Aug 2011 22:36:18 PDT

Ending: Was it Inevitable?-Extended Part 2

Unlock Condition: Achieve Ending 4 in a previous play-through, and find the picture of Fluttershy and Rainbow Dash in the abandoned mansion. Then continue as if to receive Ending 4.

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Fluttershy slowly walked into the house, her every footstep made the house creak and groan, as if struggling to hold up her weight.

She looked around the living room, every doorway on the floor she was on was completely sealed, there would be no way for her to get through any of them, at least thats what she thought until she saw one door open up for her.

Fluttershy walked inside, and it just seemed to be an empty closet. She turned to leave, but then she felt one of her hooves slip on something on the floor. Looking down, she found a picture of her and Rainbow Dash together at Ponyville Park.

Oh, Rainbow Dash, I hope youre okay. With a sad smile, Fluttershy tucked the photo under her good wing and resumed her search of the house.

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This is an extension to Silent Ponyville Ending 4, detailing the aftermath of what that ending put into motion.

Big shout out to (the monster known as) Jake for writing the Silent Ponyville series in the first place, and a big thanks to him for letting me submit this as an OFFICIAL alternate ending to Silent Ponyville 2, and for declaring it canon to SP2End4.

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EDIT: Now with at least a 20% more clarified aftermath!

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Monster Stamp of Approval

Ninja Stamp of Approval

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Credit goes to for the Silent Ponyville continuity.

Cover art ©

My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic property of Hasbro, Inc.

An Updated Resume:

Thu, 17 Sep 2009 17:50:19 PDT

A Corpulent Fad

Wed, 02 Dec 2009 16:46:39 PST

As mentioned in "Elise had big plans," bursting is a constant, problematic source of worry for me whilst I am writing. It can be cleanly done in a comic manner at the expense of losing any sense of immersion, or executed in a realistic and, admittedly, gory manner that runs risk of repulsing the audience and ruining any entertainment they had garned beforehand. Not to mention that, although visually stimulating, bursting has the unfortunate problem of killing the protagonist. I have elaborated before on the matter of getting attached to my characters, and The Little Hungry Girl was a story I expressed great passion for, but appending such an unpleasant and depressing event into the lives of the two characters was too much for my conscience to handle, I am afraid.
Bursting in cartoons is purely a comic manner, and emphasises the origins of a balloon bursting or deflating - a pin prick would send them hurtling around the area, wheezing and deflating until they were little more than a loose and empty shape. An amusing joke is a saddening end to a hearty, round appearance, but given how the character still retained their integrity, the implication remained that they were alive and as well as a deflated person could be. Some examples would have the subject burst, but simply return to their normal shape after the explosion; particularly awkward looking when an increase in girth gave the character extra height, but the fact remained that it was non-fatal bursting.

A Corpulent Fad was one of my many attempts to concoct an erotic piece that incorporated bursting, but this time I most definitely did not want to make it morbid. The main character, Tammy, was destined to burst, but not at the expense of her life; merely at the expense of her fat. Her gut would grow to gargantuan proportions and inevitably grumble and growl, and subsequently the pressure would cause a small burst. Like air escaping from a balloon, her fat would gush out, her mass slowly draining until she was a typical rail-thin teen. Her injury would be immediately healed, and left with nothing but mild shock, she could happily resume her desire to consume and grow large, this time expressing caution.
This raised another issue - in what manner would her fat leak out? To have literal fat tissue and fluid would not be a pleasant image, though it is probably the closest to realism that idea would be. Cartoons simply treated any mass worth popping as air, and thus even after visibly showing a chararacter consuming vast amounts of food, they could deflate like any helium balloon. I envisioned the characters with genuine, hearty weight on them - wobbling rolls with load on them. To have her shrink with air escaping her body would be most uncomfortable. A few comical bursting art pieces I have seen simply include all the food the character has eating merely burst out of their body, but that too contrasted my attempt to maintain realism. The image of a fat girl stuffed to maximum potential having her stomach rupture and shrink was one that fascinated me greatly, but simply deciding on contents was an issue I struggled to answer.

I had high hopes for this story, and rewrote what was here several times. The first draft included both Tammy and Shannon arriving at the food court together, Shannon at her larger weight, but the focus would remain on Tammy as her friend would feel ill after consuming a veggie burger. I wanted to emphasise the gaining of vast quantities of weight being an international fad and desire, much like society's desire for thin waists today, and changes had been made to appease the now larger population. Staircases had been reinforced, stools were sturdier, and the original draft included a tangent wherein the food court disapproved of the two girls and felt they were a bad image for their establishment. Tammy would have run into another teenager who was an admirer of the "fatspiration" fad and wished her luck on reaching 1,000 pounds.
I did not get far enough to write these in any adequate depth, but as demonstrated by the rather silly mobile phone device to measure her weight with a simple dongle tool, I wanted to give the impression that this was being pounced upon by businesses, much like the diet and fitness industry. I even had recent plans of rewriting this again, framing it as Tammy being followed by an interviewer who was deeply researching the "fatspiration" change in society and wanted to know the opinions of those who practised it. While this was interesting, it did not make for very erotic or appealing writing, which I discovered as soon as I sat down to start it. Not to mention that it was taking me further from my original goal with the story.

Once again, I had grown quite attached to Tammy and her friends, and although she would not die due to her eventual confidence and desire to reach a record weight, to have her seem so happy in her immense weight and then lose it all, becoming as skinny as a rail, it would probably be worse than death for her. I did try to recreate the basic concept of the story with a character who had no interest in being fat and thus made no fuss of her eventual weight loss, but it only proved what an uninteresting tale it was - I like characters to having feelings and reactions about their changes, and to recreate such wonderful sizes and shape for someone who did not care, it was a very uninspiring change.

The Beauty+the Bat-Summary1

Mon, 12 Sep 2011 10:14:49 PDT

Summary of the first chapter (first year) of the Emily Brown & Severus Snape role playing game The Beauty and the Bat.

My darling was so kind to allow me to publish her so sweet summary of our beloved story of Emi&Severus too. And to help her with it to reach more people/fans of them. So all rights of the text above and under belongs to her, even if the rights on my site for the plot as well.
She wrote>>>

IMPORTANT: If you find spelling, grammatical or syntax mistakes please inform us about them. English is not my first language, so yes I make mistakes and unfortunately I hadn't a beta reader for this.

Hello, I'm and I play the part of Snape in the RPG with my dear Because she has the skills of drawing, she has created numerous pictures of our pairing Emily and Severus. When you're asking yourself who Emily is, please read in her FAQs point 13: [link]
So because I'm not talented enough to support our idea myself with drawings, I decided to write this English summary. As some of you know there exists a download link for our first chapter that is about 280 pages long. >>>>

Unfortunately it's German only, because we are both from Germany and with our story so long it's not quickly done to translate it all word by word. Especially because we both are more used to write a bit of old fashioned from time to time and we wouldn't know how to resume that in English.

We totally understand people who say, that they can't read it and won't use translators such as Google. They aren't that good and most of the time it don't know words, especially the ones that are related to the Harry Potter universe and German grammar and syntax is different from English. So it will be very hard to understand it correctly. For those people of you, I try to give an extensive summary of it.

Enjoy reading

PS: If you have any questions, feel free to bring them up. It's not like perhaps some actions seem a bit unlogical when I cut down the main story from 280 pages down to 5. Write me here>>> [link]

Some scenes I captured for/of our RPG/Story::

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Also a big thank you to for her correction!

Resume de Nemesis

Sat, 28 Jul 2012 04:38:31 PDT

~FRENCH ONLY~

Inspirée par ma poll ([link]), j'ai voulu moi-même essayé de faire un petit résumé de mon histoire.
Mais ce n'est pas simple de résumer une chose si compliquée...en effet, comment attirer l'attention sans toutefois en dévoiler? Et comment ne pas tomber dans l'extrême inverse et être incompréhensible?
Enfin, dites moi ce que vous pensez de ce résumé, ça pourrait m'aider.
Personnellement, je n'en suis pas très satisfaite mais bon, on va dire que c'est un début. x')

_{P-S: Si quelqu'un sait comment centrer un texte sur DA, ce serait gentil qu'il me le dise, merci! x')}

A Deal And A Handshake

Thu, 19 May 2011 17:45:58 PDT

Seeking strong, go-to-it humans with a loose grip on reality to help spread terror and madness throughout the region. We are a growing, reccession-proof employer spanning multiple dimensions with generous compensation, medical, benefits, bonus company teleportation, and free babysitting service for the little ones.

Slender Man is not responsible for any mental or physical illnesses that may develop upon seeking employment or coming into contact with company property.

There are limited spots available, so apply now! No resumes or phone calls required. No background check.
Our home base is located in the forest to prevent competitors from finding out our revolutionary new method of causing extreme fear. Just keep walking, you'll find us. Or we'll find you.

Darkened Room -Visual Poetry by poet Clive Blake

Sat, 14 Aug 2010 12:56:35 PDT

Darkened Room (Visual Poetry by poet Clive Blake) Phoetry - Visual Poetry - Comcrete Poetry - Poetry

Have you ever sat and pondered
In a darkened room;
Reality melting away
In the murky gloom,
Ignoring gravity's attempts
To try and hold you tight,
Heading off into space on a
Magic-carpet flight?

Did you explore the Universe,
Travel through all time,
Contemplate your own existence;
Even think of mine?

Did you ever find the answer,
To the question Why?
Did you really want to return from
Flying through the sky?

Did you come back with a jolt when
Someone came in the room,
Did the bright light startle you;
Did reality resume?

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This 'phoem' is titled "Darkened Room (Visual Poetry by poet Clive Blake) Phoetry Visual Poetry Concrete Poetry - Poetry,
from the 'Phoetry Book', View Points and Points of View".

I describe Phoetry as a fusion of poetry and photography.
I came up with the Phoetry concept in 1994.
Phoetry can also be described as Visual Poetry and loosely described as Concrete Poetry.

The poetry is by Cornish Poet Clive Blake [link]
photography by Chris Robbins MPAGB, AFIAP. [link]

View Points and Points of View
The Phoetry Book, View Points and Points of View
was published by Emu House Publications [link]
Book design and typography by Adrian Blake [link]
of deviantART *hairycheesecake fame [link]

Live Or Die ZADR

Sun, 20 Nov 2011 22:32:17 PST

IT'S BEEN SO FREAKIN LONG SINCE I'VE WRITTEN A YAOI!!!! D8

Anyways so ZADR Boy X Boy So on and so forth. I had this idea in my head while watching the grudge for some reason. OH WEELL! X3

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR BEING ZIM!!!!!

Oh, and I was Dib. ._.

The Girl is my own random character. I might draw her later.....meh.

This is for all those naughty fans that are under the limit and still wanna read smexy smex smex. HERE IS THE STORY.

He was cold. Cold as hell. He twitched a little. He could barely move a single arm. He snapped his eyes open in shock and looked around in fear. All he could see was darkness. Just darkness enfilling him. He could't see anything, which really screwed with his eyes badly it made him even more agitated. He struggled and struggled. He was sitting in a chair or something that resembles a chair. He was bound by what felt like ropes. He heard a little groan a few feet away from him. He flung his head around to try to see who it was.

"H-HELLO?", he asked shakily.
"ugghhh.....Dib? Is that you?", called a familiar voice.
"ZIM! WHAT ON EARTH IS GOING ON?! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! WHY AM I TIED UP?!?", he yelled angrily at the shaking creature beside him.
"I-I-I DON'T KNOW!", he replied.
They attempted to free themselves, but in vain.
"Okay Okay. Lets just calm down and try to think of a way out of these."

"I DON'T HAVE TO LISTEN TO YOU! WHERE AM I?! WHAT IS THIS?!??! WHY CAN'T I MOVE?!", he cried out angrily. He was frightened. So frightened. He couldn't even move his pak legs!

Dib took a deep breath and attempted to relax himself. He waited for about 2 minutes while the alien thrashed around and eventually fell on the floor, still in his chair. Dib relaxed enough to be able to slip his wrists past the ropes. When he was completely free he undid the other restraints and quickly pulled out his laptop from his trench coat pocket. He turned it on and waited for it to boot up. When there was finally enough light to see what he was doing, he picked up the computer and shined it on his surroundings.

"UM, WHAT ABOUT ME, DIRT-CREATURE?!", Zim called.
"....why would I help you?", Dib asked, surprised. Zim growled and thrashed around a little. Dib resumed looking around. They were in a rather large room, about the size of their classroom. The walls were an ivory and the wooden floors were tan. Other than that, there was nothing. No door, windows; nothing but 4 security cameras on all 4 corners. The fear rushed across his body like a 28 foot tall tital wave. They were being watched.

He went ramrod stiff when he saw. His eyes went wide and gestured to Zim. Zim payed no attention.
"Z-ZIM. Look in the corners."

Zim grolwed angrely since Dib wouldn't help him out and looked up to rebuke him for not heliping the ALMIGHTY ZIM! but saw what the HIDDIOUS earth boy saw. Securiety camras. Were they planning to dissect him?

Suddenly the lights overhead began to slowly turn on. The electricity surged through them until it was a faintly dim. A large square opened up on the ceiling to reveal blackness. They stood statue still and kept quiet. A pair of black combat boots were visibley seen as they began to gently inch down through the hole. The figure finally dropped with a painful-sounding TUM on the wood. Dib screamed and scrambled back just before his precious laptop and his precious bones could be smashed.

It was a female. About 5'7 female wearing black and white tights and a short black dress. She had blood-red and black striped sleeves that went down to her wrists and flared out. She wore black combat boots that had laces that laced up to her knees. She had on a black and gray sock hat with a gazillion little buttons littering it. Her hair was candy red and black; curly. Her fingernails were about an Inch long and painted Black with red symbols that neither race could understand. She had baby blue eyes to where it seemed like she was blind. She stared down at the 2 shivering creatures with her thick, black, eye-lined eyes.

"You.", she pointed at Dib.
"Untie him.", she pointed to the disguised alien that was now deathly still out of fear.
"What is this? Who are you? Why are you doing this to us?!", Dib asked.
"Untie him and I'll tell you, Dib.", she said slowly.
"HOW DO YOU KNOW MY NAME?", he asked.
"Look. I don't want to get rough, but I will. Untie him and I'll tell you. I've not much patience left for either one of you.", she warned.

Dib shakily complied and walked slowly over to Zim, who was still on the floor, and untied him with extreme procaution.

Zim looked at the strange female, she seemed already pissed. He had never seen her before, what did she have agianst the Mighty Zim?

"Now I will explain. I will explain what you 2 have done to our lives."
"W-"
"DON'T INTURRUPT!", she hissed, sticking a shaking finger at Dib's throught.

"I reign from a different dimension. One similar but oh so different. Your dimension has a link to mine. When Zim came to earth, the link was made. It showed your lives, thoughts, everything. Like a t.v. show. You 2 became immidiate stars. Teenagers, kids, and even a lot of adults are in love with the show. In fact, your whole world and everything you know is by the imagination of 1 man. When your world was created, he needed to find some people who sounded like you to make it seem like your world was just an imaginary cartoon. He finally found them. The people that sound just like the both of you. He recorded them talking in what they thought were scripts to the episodes, but they were useless. When the cast finally saw the finished product, its wasn't the recordings and cartoons they did; it was the voices and people of this dimension that really did it. Whatever you did that caught his intrest, he would record and re-write into a script. Soon after the 'telivision show' was created, fans created romantic pairings. Just like every show, they do it. However, this one caught many MANY eyes and hearts.Almighty Tallest Red and Almighty Tallest Purple Romance. Zim and Gaz Romance. Zim and Tak Romance. A few sickening Dib and Gaz Romance. Dib and Tak Romance. Most other pairings are just for the disgusting things they're minds can think up. Red,Purple,Zim, and Dib Romance. RPZDR. Red, Purple, and Zim Romance. RPANDZR. However, there is one that has overpowered all others. The over powering grouping: ZADR. Zim and Dib Romance. Now before you puke your brains out, let me finish. Fangirls love ZADR because it makes sence. Gaz and Zim Romance works too, but ZADR is the majority ruling. You both are rediculed by everyone and your both alone. Dib wants to learn and is completely interested in what lies beyond the stars, and Zim is one that lies beyond the stars. Your obsessions over each other will blossom into love, so they think. You both have the same opinions on humanity and holidays. They've made tee-shirts of you, slippers, food, UNDERWEAR for Christs sake! They've made SO MUCH MERCHANDISE over both of you. There is even a convention that I go to every year, called InvaderCon. Where the so called 'cast' of the 't.v. show Invader Zim' answers questions and does cool things. This was about 4 years ago. Now Invader Zim has become a gang. A group. Each pairing has they're own insignia, Biography, Members, Leaders. It's all a big gang. Shootings. Murders. Even street wars. So much un-necissary bloodshed has occured by men and women of all ages because of you 2. It's not your fault. Look at the atrocities you have brought upon us."

She sadly held out a stack of pictures. Dib took them wearily and Zim came in close to look at them. One was an 8 year old girl lying in a pool of blood; crusted and dried upon the concrete. They're skin crawled as they went through each picture. One was in a coffin with the words "Fuck ZADR" carved in their head; their arms and legs chopped off. Another was a group of multi-aged people that were lying dead in a heap behind a house with a sign painted black that said," ZAGR IS MURDER"

They were both wide-eyed and shaking severely at the sight.
"These are all people in dedication to you. Fighting for you. They found out Invader Zim was so much more than a t.v. show, and they've sacrificed so many beings; all trying to reach you. I was one of the successful ones, and I have come to stop this war once and for all. No more bloodshed. No more murdering. DID YOU KNOW THIS WAS THE REASON I LOST MY BABY BROTHER?!", she cried.

She dropped to the ground in a heap and tears could be seen lolling down her pale cheeks.
"HE WAS SO YOUNG! ADORABLE! EVERYONE LOVED HIM, EVEN THE OTEHR GANGS WOULDN'T TOUCH HIM. HE WAS SO NICE, SO LOVING. A RAPR CAME AND SHOT HIM WHILE HE WAS PLAYING GO-FISH WITH AN OPPOSING GROUP. YOU KNOW HOW YOUNG HE WAS? HUH? DO YOU HAVE ANY FUCKIN IDEA HOW YOUNG HE WAS?!??!", she screamed at the top of her lungs.
"HE WAS 3. 3 YEARS OLD!!!!! HE JUST TURNED 3 THAT WEEK!!!!!!!! HE WAS ALL I HAD, AND HE'S GONE BECAUSE OF THIS STUPID GANG-FIGHTING!!!!! FFFFFUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I DON'T HAVE A FAMILY! HE LOVED HIS SISSY SO MUCH, AND BECAUSE OF OUR STUPID OVERREACTING MINDS, LOOK AT WHAT HAPPENED!!!!! SHIT! MY PRECIOUS. MY PRECIOUS NICKOLAS. LITTLE BOY. MY LITTLE BOY. MY PRECIOUS LITTLE BOY!", she roared with tears flowing out her eyes.

She sat there and cried for about an hour as the memories flooded back to her. Dib and Zim stood awe-struck. They felt something tugging SO HARD at their chest. The feeling they both hated the worse of all. Guilt. Dib let a few tears slip as he dropped the photos. He was a murderer.

Zim stared at the crying female. He had planned to destroy earth all along but with this, he felt an incomrehenisbal amount of guilt. Because of him people were dying. "Why do they do this?" He asked gently, he didn't want to kill people, not like this.

When the girl had finally let the lump in her throught settle and was able to speak again; she stood up and wiped the stinging tears away from her reddened cheeks.
"I'm here. I'm here to end this once and for all. No more gangs. Once 1 gang is finally pronounced dominating; then the others will be forced to back off, and this war will end. No more murder. It's all been planned. Cartooning it isn't good enough, it must be the real thing.", she looked up at them with hatred.

"It's not your faults. Its ours. Our human minds. We let our imaginations and creativity get the better of us. It consumes us like a plauge, and we can't ever make it end until our art is done. The fuck of it is that were never done. NEVER DONE. We're like wandering spirits, forced to live like the poor abandoned puppy until we find the light. No more. This will end it. This will end everything."
"W-WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO?", Dib asked; regretting his question once he got his answer.
She replied simply," You 2 are gonna fuck."

"WHAT??!?!?!?", Dib screamed.
"You 2 must. The evil will end, and we can live like we used to. If you don't comply, then I will force you to; and don't under estimate me. I have more power than both of you could imagine. I could make your heart stop before you can say "don't". You 2 will. I will make sure that you do. If I return and you haven't, I will rip your throughts out. If it means that the both of you will die to save over 2 million others, then so be it. Even those relationships that are off, they somehow lead to you 2 in some way. I will know if you do or not. I leave you to your mating process. Don't think about weaseling out of this either. The ceiling and walls and floor have a path of about 8 feet of concrete. Not even Zim's lasers can help you escape. All communications are blocked. You've no choice but to comply. Don't fret. Many 16 year olds do it by that age. Go fuck yourselves. Literally."

With that she looked evilly without a trace of happiness and jumped through the ceiling square that opened up again. Once it was closed, heavy moving is heard. She was blocking the entrance with concrete. Just like she said. Dib sank to his knees and looked down to the ground.

"Dib stink, Zim is confused." Zim said looking at the scared boy, "What is this fucking thing that you earth-in-oids do?" Zim said studing him, "if it makes you suffer, than Zim is all for it. Your gargantioun head and all it's stupidity!"

"You've never heard of...uh...making love?", Dib asked, a huge blush forming at his statement about Zim being all for it.

"Making love?" Zim asked blinking, "love? Isn't that the emotion that humans feel to thier...what was it? spolese. Is this making love, the art of feeling it?"
Dib searched in his mind for the correct words and to figure out what Spolese meant. Did he mean...Spouse?
"So...", he said thoughtfully," You've never experienced this? And yes it is the art of feeling it....It's also a mental thing and....I...it's complicated". He mentally smacked himself for what he had said and offers," Since our lives depend on this...c-can....can I....show you how it's...it's done?"

"Okay. Show Zim this strange complicated thing. Zim's far supior brain will understand it!"

"To do what she said you need to lay down facing me or get on your hands an knees.", the teen replied, his face flushing.
God this was so hard to do. Why WHY?

Zim looked at him glaringly but did as he was told. He bent down and turned to Dib on his hands and knee's.
"Okay now what?", he asked.
"Um....It...uh....", Dib flustered, blushing madly from thinking about what he would be forced to do.
"WELL? I'd like to get up now!"
"Okay look Zim. I'm going to do some pretty strange things now. I'm telling you now. But everything I'm doing is her request. You can't tell ANYONE about this, or else you'd appear as un-normal and everyone would come after you. AND ME. So please just do as I say, alright? I want to get out of here alive and I'm sure you do to. So will you do what I say and not attack me or anything?", Dib asked shakily.

"What is this weird thing you are speaking of Dib Stink?" Zim glared, "but the dimension girl would be bad, so just do what it takes to get out of here, and I won't attack you. This time."

Dib sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. "I....I......Uh....I'm going to be doing some...WEIRD THINGS, but they won't hurt and if they do tell me, alright?", he stutters. The boy searched for a place to start but could find none. After much deliberation he decided to take off Zim's wig. He kneeled down beside Zim so he's in Zim's sight and with a quivering hand he grabs the top portion of the hairpeice and removes it. The aliens slick antanna slowly raise up and flex slightly from being uncovered and Zim kept a close yet glaring eye on Dib. The boy sighed in defeat and decided to try his target. He places one hand on the floor for support and with the other he gently grabs the base of the antanna and run his fingers upwards to the tip, taking careful note on the sleek yet velvety texture of the stalk.

Zim's eyes widened at the feeling of someone touching his antanae. They were sensitive...Zim let out a surprised moan and froze.

Dib froze as well when he heard Zim moan. Although his mind told him to stop, he continued, gently massaging the flag tip of it while he got up with his other hand and stroked the other stalk gently.

"Dib stink! What are you doing! My anten-ah! are sensistive!" Zim screamed with his face blushing.

Dib whispered gently," I-I'm so sorry Zim...I have to". Never would he tell that he was enjoying hearing Zim moan. He was giving pleasure. To his alien menace, but he was giving pleasure. Never would he tell how much he loved that. Being in control for once. He began massaging harder and runs his fingers down to the base. After a few strokes he decided to take a risk. He bends the antanna slightly over and he places the tip in his mouth, running his tounge teasingly over the tip of the flag.

Zim couldn't help but feel good. It felt weird to allow his enemy to do this but soon he lost all concious thought and all he could think of was the pleasure he now felt.

Dib really couldn't tell if Zim liked it or not anymore. The poor alien was on edge, tense, and without his moans it was hard to really tell what Zim thought. And the room was too dim for him to see the aliens blush, if he had one at all. The boy shrugged off his trench coat and slowly snaked his hands down to the hem of Zim's skin tight black pants. He began slowly pulling them down as he sucked harder. Either Zim would be in so much pain he wouldn't notice his pants being removed or he would enjoy it much to much to notice. The only thing Dib could really think of was how badly he wanted to shove his hand down his own jeans, which were already tightly constricted as they were.

"This is what the making of love is?" Zim asked trying to hold back his moans. He couldn't help liking it.

"T-This...Is the...start of it.", the boy whispered, cursing himself when he felt his tight pants become tighter. He sucked harder on the tip and moved down about halfway on the stalk and suckled it all, loving how the appendages pulse occasionally from pleasure.

Zim tried to stay still repeating that it was this or death over and over again. He refused to ever say it but he was starting to enjoy it. He told himself it was just the naturel reaction from his antenas being stimulated but he knew that was a lie.

Dib continued to suck on the appendages, gently bobbing up and down on them as he shrugged out of his trench coat. He finally let go of the antanna and started pinching the tip lightly and running his hand quickly across the stalk as the other hand sneaked its way to Zim's black skin tight pants.

Zim was too far gone to notice his pants being removed. As much as he tried to deny it, he enjoyed what he was feeling and soon he lost all concious thought of anything but the pleasure he was feeling.

The boy finally got the small aliens pants to his ankles and couldn't help but blush. Zim wore no underwear. He looked away in sheer embarressment as he began stroking an antanna and started removing his own pants with much difficulty. He was already dripping hard. He didn't know why or how the fuck he could be at a time like this, but he was. "Now I-I want yo-you to...Lay down. On your back.", he whispered, since that was the only way he could find himself to speak.

Zim did so without any protest. It was in the Irken species insticnt to follow the rules of the one wielding thier antena since than that would be the one who would be the dominate one in the relationship.

The teen released the antanna and took his shirt slowly off, for his body was getting much to hot to handle. The small alien was shocked at the boys body. He had always imagined a thin lanky body. Well, the boy was thin, but he was MUSCULAR. He could see a 6 pack ab already fully formed and scars littered his entire body. He slightly felt sympathetic, knowing that over 80% of those were caused by him.

Dib was slightly shocked himself by Zim's actions. How he just automatically did what he said. But he felt it best not to question it. He removed Zim's pants and made him straddle him. He pulled out one of his trusty pocket knives and slowly tore Zim's shirt, revealing his body. Dib couldn't help but stare with admiration. Zim's body was PERFECT. Muscular and toned but not a single speck of imperfection. How is it that after all these years of fighting, Zim's body looks THIS DAMN PERFECT? WHY THE HELL WAS HE EVEN THINKING THIS?!!?? NO DIB. STAY FOCUSED. THIS IS ONLY SO YOU CAN LIVE. THIS MEANS NOTHING. NOTHING.

Dib slowly looked down until he reached the aliens genital area. He found no penis like he had expected, but a small slit, about the size of a dime. With further inspection, there was 2 of them. He stared up at Zim's face as he licked his lips in anticipation as he traced his fingers around the extremely sensitive ridge, feeling it. The edges felt somewhat like the edges of a coin. He continued to circle around it as he stared up at the aliens blushing face.

Zim shuddered as he felt Dib touch the spot of him that no one had ever touch. "Is this fucking the act of reproducing?" Zim asked as Dib nodded gently and Zim blushed as he fianlly got what was going on.

Dib continued to rub the ridge, blushing harder at Zim's remark and testily pushed a finger inside the slit. It was like a wet lubricant, but he could feel a small nub inside it. He gently began circling his fingers around it.

Zim let out a surprised moan and scrached at the concret below him.

Dib couldn't help but to let a small whimper of his own when he felt Zim's body move slightly on his own bulging erection. He then decided to start grinding his clothed erection on Zim's second hole and the first he continued to wiggle and rub his fingers inside. He gasped a little when he found the nub was slowly pushing his fingers out. Before long, a small part of Zim's erection was showing, but only just the head. Dib stared at it in embarressment yet curiousity. He had always wondered about the Irken anatomy. He twirled the fingers around the growing manhood, pumping his hand slowly up and down it as it grew.

Zim moved his hips in time with the feeling of a hand working him. He knew of this, on Irk the manhood would have to be aroused out of the hole first. He had just never experienced it.

Dib shivered and his eyes started slightly tearing with lust as he heard the smaller alien moan. He sped up his own grinding as he felt Zim's hips bucking to his hand. The teen stared in awe as the erection just kept getting longer and longer and finally it stopped at about 11 inches. Dib stopped and stared at the manhood in pure awe. It was riged, slightly like his tounge but was a bright proud red and leaked light lavender pre-come. WHY did he have to be Bi? WHY? He began to feel a bit more dominant in the situation so he decided to try his limits. "You like that, alien scum? ", he whispered as sexily as he could. He began pumping his hand slowly and teasingly up and down and with his free hand he began undoing the buttons of his pants.

Zim tried to hold in his moan to answer in an affirmative but with Dib's continues menstrations he couldn't help but allow a small moan to get through his gritted teeth.

Dib smirked. Although the situation was terribly arousing and horrible in every aspect, he had control. For once, ZIM was the weak one and Dib was 'on top'. He could do whatever he wanted and the alien would be at his command. Just what he'd wanted since the day they met. "Stop fighting, Monster. Scream for me. You like it, I know it. I can FEEL IT.", he whispered as he ghosted his fingers on the tip of Zim's erection. He then decided to risk his sences and moved his head down to Zim's manhood. He decided to take a few tentive licks and realised the lubricant had a watermelon flavoring of all things. "What the hell?", he openly asked. He began licking the lubricant slowly off the shaft and after a few licks he shoved the head into his mouth, suckling and licking tentivley to get the mouth watering flavor.

Zim let out a scream as he felt Dib's togne against him and was panting and moaning forgetting every even wanting to fight it.

Dib smirked," Thats more like it!", he replies and slowly makes his way down Zim's shaft and comes back up, only getting to about halfway-ish from Zim's extremely long size. With one hand he jacks off the remaining part, trying to get more of the lubricant and the other hand he works with getting Zim's boots off as well as his own.

Zim's hand comes down to grip the long part of Dib's hair and he growls as he pushs down trying to get Dib to suckle him rougher.

Dib was a bit surprised by Zim's roughness, but tried to go down farther, but each time he did it'd cause him to gag and his mouth to water. He shook his head to get Zim's hand off and he began suckling like he wanted and he finally got the Irkens boots off. He was surprised to see that he had 2 clawed toes. He then finally got his boots off and moves his finger to Zim's second hole, teasing there as well before shoving a finger inside, wiggling it around quickly before shoving another finger inside.

Zim arched his back as both of his orfices were stimulated.

He could feel Zim was close to his release and he sucked that much harder. He placed a 3rd finger inside the alien and made a triange shape and began pumping them in and out of the hole while he sucked and used his free hand to reach up and pinch roughly on the tips of the antanna's. He moaned from hearing Zim's moans and it caused vibrations along the aliens member that were simply delectable.

Zim screamed as he exploded against Dib shooting lavender liquid and experienced the pleasure for the first time.

Dib smirked and gently licked the aliens head, loving how his little toy was twitching and whimpering in pleasure. "We haven't even gotten to the main course yet!", he smirked.

Zim's eyes blinked lazily and he barely was able to move his head. He had lost all thought and like he was asleep was a bit out of it.

Dib watched as Zim looked defeated but no. HELL NO. He wasn't about to give up that easily. He tore off his underwear in a heat of lust and began prodding the aliens second hole. After a few prods the aliens member once again stood proudly curved and erect. Dib smiled and slid into the alien.

Zim let out a surprised scream as he felt something enter him. But soon he was moaning and groaning at the luxirious feel of it, not noticing the small droplets of his blood dripping from his area.

Dib shivered from the heat and gasped as he struggled to keep himself balanced. He panted roughly as Zim's inner alien muscles contracted against his boner. He then notices that there was greenish liquid dripping from where he penetrated the poor alien. He suddenly felt immense guilt for entering the alien so roughly. He bent over and slightly hugged his nemisis in a way of comfort.

Zim hugged Dib back and wondered why he did. After being enimes for so long, perhaps they had become friends?

Dib whispered," Are you alright?" to the poor thing. Wait. Are you alright? HE'S YOUR NEMESIS!!! But...after all these events....and......he just didn't know what to do anymore. He held the alien close as a sign of forgiveness. Why the hell did he have to do this again?,he wondered.

"Yes...Zim is alright, the pain is minimal." Zim said closing his eyes in Dib's embrace, he normaly would fight this but right now with the pain he liked the comfort.

"Don't worry. It'll get better. And I'm sorry. So so sorry. I was getting caught up with the moment and...Oh god I'm so sorry I have to do this.", he whispers and holds him tightly as he begins to very slowly move in and out of the alien. He was raping him. Raping his arch enemy. He really was a disgrace, he thought.

Zim wrapped his arms around Dib's back under his arms and his legs around Dib's waist as Dib began to move slowly.

Dib continued to whisper appologies as he gently pounded into the alien. 'do irkens even have g-spots or anything?', he wondered as he continued to pound into his nemasis, slowly stroking Zim's penis before it returns back into it's protective sheith.

Zim moaned against Dib's neck and gave a faint whisper of "yes."

"Yes what?", Dib asked as he shivered from Zim's moans, gently moving a bit faster, rocking Zim slightly with his movements as he does.

"Yes, feels good-more." Zim demanded/pleaded as he moved in time with Dib.

Dib went wide eyed and smiled slightly. His enemy wanted him to pleasure him. He loved it. So much. He sat up slightly and began stroking Zim's antanna and continued his administrations with Zim's now erection, pumping both as he sped up. He decided to experiment, trying from all angles to try to find Zim's G-spot. After a little bit he brushed against a cylindrical organ inside Zim and the alien gasped and moaned loudly. He smiled hungrily and moved at a slightly quick tempo, being sure to hit the same spot as much as possible.

Zim was bucking his entire body to maunever himself so Dib hit that spot as much as possible. He moved his hands down Dib's chest and groaned in pleasuere.

The teen breathed deeply and roughly and began slowly removing himself then crashing back down on Zim's hips, brusing against the spot every single time. Suddenly on impulse, he licked his lips and roughly placed them on the moaning creature below him, thrusting his tounge in the beings mouth and massaging his oddly ridged one that he had so curious about for all these years.

Zim closed his eyes and fought Dib for dominance, his tounge felt soft and gentle and he smiled into the kiss.

Dib groaned loudly in pleasure, causing vibrations into the kiss. He wrapped his tounge around Zim's, feeling every single ridge and tooth in the aliens mouth as possible. He sped up to where he was literally pounding into the alien, his release coming quickly upon him. He removed his hand from the antanna and used his hand to prop himself up and the other to quickly jack Zim off in time with his thrusts.

Zim couldn't take the dual pleasure and soon came again against Dib once agian.

Dib watched Zim scream as he came and that threw him over the edge. With much moaning and repetition of Zim's name and extreme amounts of pounding, he roared Zim's name as he also came deeply inside his enemy, holding Zim tightly as he shivered and twitched. He continuously whimpered as he came about 6 deep thick shots of his seed into Zim. Eventually he finished and he slumped down and panted on top of his enemy.

Zim stared up wide eyed and inhaling the scent of Dib and thier union. And now he was confused. Dib did this so the woman would not kill him. But Zim wanted...more. He wanted Dib. How could he go back to hating him now?

Dib couldn't speak. He didn't know what to say. He slowly slid out of Zim and collapsed beside him, not able to look into his eyes from embarressment and pure and utter guilt. Footsteps seemed to be heard in the background and Dib quickly turned his head and sat up to listen. It was her. She was returning for them.

Zim quickly pulled his pants on and shoved Dib's pants to him. "Hurry, dress."

Dib quickly grabbed his pants and placed them on as fast as he could go, barely bothering to zip them up. He looked at Zim with fear in his eyes and he turned his gaze forward as the girl began slowly walking towards the 2. She was smiling partially and was grinning like a cheshire cat.

"Well Done.", they could hear her call. "You truly did a magnificent job. And I adore how you completely forgot how I was watching you the entire time. Not once did you think about that. And the jacking off scene? That'll get big views.", she darkly replies.
"Vi-Views? Wha-", Dib started.
"VIEWS. DID YOU REALLY THINK I'D KILL YOU? I admit it. I'm a manipulator. I just wanted free Yaoi, and you gave me EXACTLY what I needed. There was no other dimension or wars or anything. It was all a LIEEEE. All you had to do was push on the walls and they would have collapsed. The walls ARE made of simple paper. Your in a constructing building. The concrete below you is the first layer of the auditorium for the Comic convention! Apparently, the 2 of you do NOT watch the news. I'm gonna use this and make it into a story and post it up on the internet. Thank you for giving me glory and you missed a little cum on your stomach, there, Dib."

With that she turned and walked away, leaving both species there alone together. Dib sat there and fell backwards, laying on the concrete and banging his head gently on the floor.
"God how could I have been so BLIND. So UNKNOWING. WHY didn't I try ANYTHING else? I was a coward. I gave it way to easily. I deserve this.", he whispered to himself and he turned to Zim slightly, looking about ready to cry.
"I'm so sorry Zim. I'm so sorry. So Sorry"

Dib quickly grabbed his pants and placed them on as fast as he could go, barely bothering to zip them up. He looked at Zim with fear in his eyes and he turned his gaze forward as the girl began slowly walking towards the 2. She was smiling partially and was grinning like a cheshire cat.

"Well Done.", they could hear her call. "You truly did a magnificent job. And I adore how you completely forgot how I was watching you the entire time. Not once did you think about that. And the jacking off scene? That'll get big views.", she darkly replies.
"Vi-Views? Wha-", Dib started.
"VIEWS. DID YOU REALLY THINK I'D KILL YOU? I admit it. I'm a manipulator. I just wanted free Yaoi, and you gave me EXACTLY what I needed. There was no other dimension or wars or anything. It was all a LIEEEE. All you had to do was push on the walls and they would have collapsed. The walls ARE made of simple paper. Your in a constructing building. The concrete below you is the first layer of the auditorium for the Comic convention! Apparently, the 2 of you do NOT watch the news. I'm gonna use this and make it into a story and post it up on the internet. Thank you for giving me glory and you missed a little cum on your stomach, there, Dib."

With that she turned and walked away, leaving both species there alone together. Dib sat there and fell backwards, laying on the concrete and banging his head gently on the floor.
"God how could I have been so BLIND. So UNKNOWING. WHY didn't I try ANYTHING else? I was a coward. I gave it way to easily. I deserve this.", he whispered to himself and he turned to Zim slightly, looking about ready to cry.
"I'm so sorry Zim. I'm so sorry. So Sorry"

Dib simply just stayed there and sniffed slightly. "Why? After all I just did to you, how could you not hate me? Why are you doing this? Are you just taunting me so I can earn your trust so you can get back at me for what I just did to you? Thats it isn't it? You monster....", he whispered hurtly and tiredly.

Zim felt moisture pooling in his eyes. So it was true, Dib simply didn't want to die.

Dib wrapped his arms around the alien and nuzzled into him as he spoke," Answer me. How could you not hate me after this? Why is it that you've hated me all this time but after I just stole your virginity like that you're going to comfort me? Why are you comforting me? I don't deserve to be comforted.", he whispered. He paused for a few moments. "Doing what we did was supposed to be special. Not just for me, but for you. It's supposed to be for people who love each other, and I stole that from you. You could have done it with the one you loved, but I had to steal that experience from you."

"Neither of us knew, she tricked the both of us. And you are the closest thing Zim has to anyone."

The teen looked up partially. "But...I stole the experience of love from you. And I know that even you can feel that. But I stole that from you."

"If anything, we stole it from each other. So there isn't any reason to be so sad."

Dib merely sat there and cried. He looked up at Zim with tears in his eyes and smiled,"...Thats all we've ever had, isn't it? Each other?" He reached up and hesitantly placed his lips to his rival.

"Yes, we are alone at school, at home. We've only got each other.", Zim sighed gently, he felt extremly exhasted, which was a normal Irken response to Mating.

Dib smiled and kicked his trench coat up with his foot and used it to cover them both slightly. He pushed the tired alien down on the concrete and cuddled next to him, taking in the aliens foreign yet delicious scent. "Neither do I.", he replied as he yawned. He paused for a minute before asking," Zim? Do Irkens have love on they're planet?"

"Love?" Zim asked racking his brain for the meaning of the Earth term. "Oh, you mean Zel'Vei, yes we do. But we are much more careful about it. Irkens...your word would be Mate, only once. They are the only ones that the two will ever be with." Zim said with a yawn.

"So you can only have one mate? For your WHOLE LIFE?", the boy asked, snuggling deeply into the aliens chest, listening each and every beat or tick in the aliens body.

"Mhmm" Zim barely nodded already more than half asleep.

Dib simply looked down and began drifting off to sleep before whispering," Then...I guess I'm your soul mate..."

"Uh huh." Zim whispered before complelty falling asleep.

Dib smiled before he to fell deeply asleep, encased with the humming sounds from the town around him and from his new alien lover.

THE END!!!!

Undeterred

Mon, 07 Nov 2011 19:43:12 PST

Gasp, it's a writing!

This is the first thing I've written in I don't even know how long. But the final two stanzas have been in my head for months and never went away, so I figured I'd do something with them. I know it's very simple and perhaps a bit dull, feel free to critique if you like.

Anywho, for the past year or so, with the inspiration of a wonderful man, I've been learning how to conquer fear. It's taken me to some incredible places, and I can't wait to see what the future holds.

Thanks for reading, photos will resume within the next day or two.

Japanese Lesson 4-1: Numbers 3

Thu, 23 Jul 2009 17:11:48 PDT

This is Japanese Lesson 4-1, resuming the lecture on Numbers Pt. 3 (数字第３編）

これはクラブ提出物ですが、favしてもよいです。(This is a club submission item, but you may fav it.)

Caity's World, Part 9

Sat, 17 Nov 2007 08:37:52 PST

Caity's World, Part 9. Part 8 gave us some explanations about what happened five years ago, and part 9 covers a bit of what happened two years ago.

The main story will resume shortly. Will Caitlyn and Wils end up together? What's going on with Kat? What happened to Caitlyn's father? Stay tuned, same 'taur-time, same 'taur-channel, and you just might find out

As always, if you like the story, please comment, ask a question, pose a theory, whatever, anything: The comments keep this going, and without reader feedback, it's hard for me to keep finding incentive to continue this. What can I say? I'm a sucker for fan mail.

Part 8 is here. Part 10 is here. The introduction and author's notes are here.

I don't think Part 9 is one of my strongest pieces of writing, but it's necessary to get this background stuff out of the way, so hopefully I'll get back up to regular speed once the main story picks up again.

Resume

Wed, 18 Apr 2012 17:41:29 PDT

this was written by dorothy parker in 1926. i dont own it. i just like it!

Cathie

Tue, 13 Nov 2012 14:15:49 PST

I have always been close to my paternal grandmother, ever since I was a child. When I was in elementary school, the dementia began to set in. It robbed her of her clarity and, eventually, her dignity. My strong, independent grandmother was moved to an assisted-living facility, because she became unable to take care of herself without help. Despite crippling arthritis and the encroaching memory loss, Grandma held her own from that point on, even if she needed a little bit of help.

The spring of the year in which I was fourteen, my grandmother took a turn for the worse. She contracted an internal infection and landed in the hospital. Her heart was very weak, she struggled to breathe, she was immobile, and she was in unimaginable pain. Her morphine drip was near-constant, and even then, she was unconscious most of the time.

After several weeks, she was moved to hospice care. I played hooky from school to care for her while my parents met with the hospice workers; I shifted her on the hour to prevent bedsores, I rubbed her frail hands to warm them, I kept an eye on the heart monitor, I adjusted the cannula that fed her oxygen when it slipped over her papery skin. At that point, we knew she was dying. It was only a question of when and how we could make her most comfortable in the interim.

She was skeletally thin by this time, and it made her look unbelievably frail. Her skin sheared and tore when she moved too much. At the site of the IV, florid bruises bloomed like wilted flowers. She had stopped eating and drinking the day before and the dehydration was already taking its toll. Ever few minutes, I would wet her lips to keep them from cracking, she was so dry. As hazy as things must have been for her, she knew she what was coming.

The night before I resumed classes, I spent hours in her room, just sitting at her bedside, holding her hand. At some point I started crying. She was unconscious, or so I thought; her state was transient, and you could never be sure of how much she perceived of what happened around her. And as I stroked her forehead, her eyes opened, and she spoke for the first time since I had arrived. Every breath costing her, she begged me not to cry, and that's all she managed before she again lost consciousness. Disregarding entirely the strict policy, I removed my surgical mask, bent to kiss her cheek, and crawled into her bed to hold her. She weighed no more than a child in my arms. And that's when I finally accepted the inevitable.

I left that night with a promise to return after school the next day. I never spoke to her again. The following evening, the phone rang, and I picked it up without thinking first. She was gone. My father had stepped out into the hallway to have a word with the attending and she had slipped away in those few seconds. She was alone when she died. I still wonder if she was aware of this, if she was scared. And I still can't forgive myself for leaving her.

I had a ridiculous homework load that night, but not much was accomplished, needless to say. A few minutes after I had hung up, I sat down at the computer to continue composing my final essay for a class and just lost it. Any shaky grip I'd had on my grief just dissolved. I was a wreck. I cried so long and hard that I felt sick to my stomach. With everything else that was going on in eighth grade, I hadn't eaten in four days. I was fairly certain that the cavern yawning deep in my abdomen was no longer mere hunger. Food couldn't fill that emptiness. Nothing could. I had entirely lost my appetite. I wouldn't eat for another 48 hours. It didn't even register at that point.

The formerly paramount importance of schoolwork seemed laughable now. I had bigger things to worry about. I never did finish that crucial essay. Instead, I stayed up until 3 a.m. composing this before crawling into bed and crying myself to sleep.

This was written several years ago, so I apologize in advance for the fact that it's not my best work. I've matured a lot in my writing since then.

I hadn't thought of this in ages. A dear friend of mine lost her grandmother, with whom she was extremely close, this past weekend. And it felt like losing Grandma all over again. I wanted to post this not only for her but also for anyone else who has been in this situation before.

I want to say this: I know this isn't what you want to hear, but it never really does hurt less, that hole in your life. It never fills in. You just learn to dance around it. And sometimes, you will stumble, and you will slip, and it will snag you and you will fall. But you will climb your way to the surface every time, and the pain will dull, and you will make it through. I promise.

Please do not use without my permission.
Comments are welcome and greatly appreciated. Any feedback is great to hear. What can I do better?

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Aftermath Part 5.1: Adjustment

Sat, 29 May 2010 20:23:52 PDT

A short chapter with an even shorter fight as Mega Mindy gets to leave the care of the doctors at Stranger Industries and resume her life in Angel Falls. Unfortunately, a case of mistaken identity ensues with a bad result for an upstart villain.

I'm not 100% happy with this but I wanted to get something out there to move Mindy back on the path to normalcy since the super team and mayor's race will be coming up quickly. I have one more short chapter with Mega Mindy before she returns to her normal power levels and then we'll see what happens to the next Mayor of Angel Falls.

Mentioned but do not appear:

Walkiria (c)

Polygirl (c)

Fantastic Lin (c)

Yusaka/Yusaka's Gym (c)

Artwork by

Mindy Marvel and Blockhead (c)

Mindy is hoping things return to normal for her soon in

Mindy's favorite soccer club resides in

LoS: Dark Love Ch 1

Sun, 25 Jul 2010 10:47:35 PDT

Hello Everyone

Dark Love is a story taking place after the video game Legend of Spyro: Dawn of the Dragon as well as all my other fan fics.

Alot of things have happened over the cause of those stories and it is best if people read the stories, but i am more than up for giving a resume for those who want to get into the story right now

The stories can be found under my tab Legend of Spyro and Cynder in my gallery and there is a chronology so you know in which order the stories take place: [link]

And so it begins, the next chapter in my Legend of Spyro fan fics.

As shown in the beginning it takes place right after Council of the Elements.

As for the dragon in this chapter we will soon be getting a name on him and who and what he is, but i will say that he is a character borrowed from and many of the things about him is as such directly taken from his stories, though i have also modified part of his powers to better fit my story.

We wont be following this dragon all the time either, but expect a few jumps to his side every once in a while.

The Hermit and the universe itself is (c) by Sierra

The dragon focussed in this chapter is owned by

See ya all later

Chapter List:
1: [link]
2: [link]
3: [link]
4: [link]
5: [link]
6: [link]
7: [link]
8: [link]
9: [link]
10: [link]
11: [link]
12: [link]
13: [link]
14: [link]
15: [link]
16: [link]
17: [link]
18: [link]
Final: [link]

Ode to Kalundborg

Tue, 02 Mar 2010 14:45:39 PST

Mhm.

Bored, and a vent, too.

Not my usual work. That'll resume... sometime.

What if

Sun, 04 Jul 2010 20:03:43 PDT

Do the three final verses give the poetry a real good ending? Like resuming/giving a conclusion to everything you've readed in the whole poetry?

The Package -Pt.2

Thu, 31 May 2012 20:45:32 PDT

Well after a long hiatus i resumed writing and decided to split the main part into two so part two now part three in the upcoming week.

Also tried a new way of writing it down with shorter paragraphs please comment if you think its better or not

Prologue: [link]

Part 1: dday695.deviantart.com/#/d4hfjoo

TFA: Worship Thy Master prt 2

Thu, 31 Jul 2008 12:47:47 PDT

WHOO, I never thought I would get the second chapter of Worship Thy Master up. The reason for that is I had to take a break every few sentences during the steamier parts, so I could calm down enough to resume writing. DAMN, that's some sexy shit right there... I only hope it doesn't get taken down by some butt-hole who decides to be an asswipe and report it to dA. IT'S GOT A MATURE LABEL ON IT FOR A REASON!!! IF YOU DON'T LIKE THE MATERIAL, THEN DON'T READ IT, DUMBASS!!! IT'S EVEN GOT A WARNING IN PLAIN ENGLISH RIGHT BEFORE THE STORY EVEN STARTS!!! *rant rant rant*

Now, if you'll excuse me...I have some laundry to do. And don't ask me how that came about...

For those who are old enough, and want to read part one, here is the link. Happy reading and fapping! [link]

OMG, CHECK THIS OUT. 8D ~Ride6 totally did some fanart! Go, Random Blitzy, go! Shake your money-maker! [link]

Megatron, Lugnut and Blitzwing are all from Transformers Animated, and they belong to the Hasbro peoples. Blah, blah, blah...ya all know the copyright shit already.

Digimon: Heroes Episode 12

Sun, 17 Feb 2008 15:20:55 PST

Episode 12 of Digimon Heroes. As our Heroes resume their normal routine following the incident on New Years, a series of mysterious circumstances has our Heroes transformed into Digimon. Now it's a race against the clock as their partners attempt to help them adjust to their new forms and, if possible, find a cure before they fade away. But when a rampaging Fangmon begins to destroy downtown, getting through the day will be easier said than done.

EDIT: Fixed up the episode with the help of

Evil Mustache Brigade Resume

Mon, 30 May 2011 17:11:25 PDT

Muwahahahahaha!! The resume is finnaly up! Anyone and everyone who wants to join the EMB can fill this out in the comments and then I will put you in the list. Thanks!

Twisted fairytale-chapter 6

Sat, 23 Apr 2011 14:00:23 PDT

One last chapter to go! And then we resume writing ._.

Darkside 2: Shenara in the Web

Wed, 04 Apr 2007 17:17:42 PDT

Aaaand here's the second of the spiderwebby stories, as threatened - er, I mean, promised I'm really glad I wrote these, it's kind of a way to get this little 'obsession' out of my system, come to terms with it, as it were. And they were fun to write, too! If someone finds them even a quarter as much fun to read as they were to write, then I'm happy

If you've already read it (and, this bit being underneath the story itself, you probably have) and Darkside 1: A Spider's Tale , then you'll know that it's the flipside to that story rather than an original one. Sorry if you feel cheated, I just thought it was a pretty neat concept

So anyway, hope you enjoyed it, and non-spiderwebby storytelling resumes as of now ... though you never know, it could be back! :-p

Daring Do and the secret of the 4th Wall - Chapt 1

Sun, 08 Apr 2012 13:25:20 PDT

Chapter 2

TAGS: A shift in perspective, breaking the Fourth Wall into the *other* direction, Pinkie Pie 101, Rainbow Sense

Basically, you get a new spin on the "Brony goes to Equestria"-concept... except with neither Bronies going to Equestria, nor vice versa. Just Rainbow Dash entering the fictional world of "Daring Do".

AN AUDIO-VERSION IS AVAILABLE!

> synthesised fanfic-reading is available as:
> [link] - without background music (so you can play some other music of your choice in the background)
> [link] - With endlessly looping background music for easy listening
>> Chapter 1 runtime ~ 15 minutes

> Why is it better to convert fanfiction into audio-files using text-to-speech software?
Easy! It allows you to multi-task! "Read" any fanfic of your choice, anywhere!
Draw comics, play videogames, or go grocery shopping while enjoying your fanfic on your mp3-player or smart phone!

> synthesised fanfic-reading - It is at least twenty thousand percent more efficient.

This story on FIMfiction.net: [link]

~~~ Author's notes ~~~
No, this isn't the MLP-fanfic I announced several months back.
Yes, that one is still going to be released. I just have to finish editing ... my third draft.

I got my inspiration from ... well, this picture that I actually drew myself.

I have decided to release this story in chapter-format, as opposed to "one whole, giant thing, all at once". I'm currently actually at page 14, and am not even sure how long the story is actually gonna be. Sadly, due to personal time constraints I doubt I can keep up a frequent shedule. Although, considering I'm basically at "Chapter 3" right now, I think I can get Chapter 2 out within the same month as the first one.

...hopefully.
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Synopsis on the book's back-cover
_{_{It still bothered her how she had even gotten here, how it was even possible that she was walking side-by-side through some buried underground-structure with her favourite fictional character become flesh.
But as they resumed trotting deeper into the temple, Dash's thoughts kept going back to the event.
She really hadn't seen it coming. There had been something, like a strong itch at the back of her skull, a sense of unease pushing itself to the top of her mind from the depths of her subconsciousness.
And then she had jumped to shove Daring Do out of the way before the spike-trap could squash them both.
It was almost like ...
No., she told herself, sternly. That's that's not it. She almost would have compared the experience to her hyperactive, party-enthusiastic friend's Pinkie Sense.
But she had seen something out of the corner of her eye.
She hadn't been able to grasp what it was at the time, but the harder she tried to recall it, the clearer it became. It had been... letters. Words. A sentence. Something along the lines of ... the characteristic noise of a spikes closing in right behind ... Rainbow Dash slammed her body into ... .
And then she had acted, before the trap was even visible. She had known what was going to happen, before it happened.
She ... she had read the next paragraph.}}
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My little Pony: Friendship is Magic is (c) and Hasbro

Michael Myers Job Application

Sun, 17 Apr 2011 13:09:47 PDT

We were doing a Multi Genre assignment in English class, and I chose to do mine on slasher horror films.

Genre 3 was non-fiction. There was a lot of stuff to do, but I had to laugh at the idea of Michael Myers filling out a job application.

Now I know Michael doesn't really act like this, but I was short on ideas for this. I actually typed this up off the top of my head.

This is also the Genre I read to the class on Presentation day, and they LOVED it. So... Imma start on my apology letter to Michael Myers now.

There are all sorts of hidden puns in this thing. Think you can find them all?

I don't own Michael Myers or Halloween. :/
If this made you laugh at all.
Comment too! I'd love feedback on this one!

The Nova Series: Rift (Prologue)

Wed, 01 Aug 2012 21:30:06 PDT

Chapter One: [link]

This is the prologue of the novel I hope to publish one day, Rift. I am posting the beginning of the work for feedback. Please tell me what you think.

Genre/Rating: Dark Fantasy/Young Adult and Up

Summary: When the gods of Fahldeadras - the Elements - are released from their prison, they resume the Elemental War they started millennia ago, an event so powerful it caused the earth to partake in continental drift. Now the Rift has begun once more, and the fate of the world has been shoved into the unsturdy hands of one Taraji of the Wretched, teenage sorceress and exile of the Spire.

Rift © DarknessInfernal

WIP: My Resume

Mon, 15 Oct 2007 04:25:53 PDT

here is a WIP resume i am trying to do...

Emma Jenkins Resume

Fri, 15 Jun 2012 10:01:31 PDT

Voici le résumé de mon histoire, je le poste ici pour que vous sachiez me donner vos avis ainsi que vos conseils pour m'améliorer.
Je posterai un chapitre par semaine ou plus si les retours sont positifs.

Cordialement

Love-a-vampire

Chronicles of the Silver Key resume

Sun, 06 Jan 2013 12:13:32 PST

Resume of Wandering Real Life

Tue, 20 Feb 2007 19:51:21 PST

I'm not empty, I'm actually too full, so much I'm dripping parts of my self around.

I'm too big where it matters, and too small where it doesn't.
Being that soul and body, in all and no part.

I know it's long, don't bother reading.
It'll make sense to no one, and no one will understand the million messages in it.

If you want, look for an answer for your prayers in there.
Because truth is nowhere to be found.

sell yourself

Fri, 04 Feb 2011 01:54:50 PST

for additional lulz, hit download for my "resume"

there's something kind of uncomfortably narcissistic about writing your first résumé, which becomes doubly uncomfortable when the whole campus is panicking about portfolio websites, which in turn becomes uncomfortably pathetic when you and your roommate dissect a peer's obscure serif font choice

goddamn hipsters

You Broke Me, He Fixed Me P6

Sat, 05 May 2012 23:13:35 PDT

i'm back again. you may resume marveling at me... <,<

not much to say... erm...
this is one is kind of a fluff. so yay. hugging and talking sweet. yeah now that's the good stuff... *totally not enthusiastic*
well i can say one thing: naruto is beginning to trust gaara more. so... what will happen now? stay tuned... *shot*

Previous...
[link]

Next...
Coming soon

^{*still not proofreading* <,<}

Resume'

Mon, 09 Jan 2012 21:23:09 PST

Got an idea from Maddie, thought I'd post this with an update.
Decided not to date her, being friends again is great.
And, we'd be rushing into it too fast, as well as long distance, and stuff.

So, yeah. Still looking.......

C'etait un meurtre...

Wed, 04 Nov 2009 02:53:14 PST

Translation in the comment

Voilà un vieux texte que j'avais écris lorsque j'étais en 3e. Un abruti de ma classe -que j'ai jamais pu me blairer- a torturé un pauvre scorpion mais le temps que je comprenne qu'il le faisait vraiment il était trop tard pour réagir, et le prof n'en avait rien à foutre de ce qu'il se passait en classe, on pouvait sortir de sa classe en plein cours, il s'en fichait...

Bref, j'en avais parlé à ~Fillenor et je lui avais dis que je lui montrerais si ça l'intéressait donc voilà le texte

***********************************************
EN

It was a crime...

Today, it's the last day of my life. I am on a wall, like every day. I see pass childrens like always...
In habit a thing failed however: one of these giants saw me. It has me grab by the top of the tail, making me so inoffensive. She dawns made me suffer. It was however nothing next to what was going to arrive at me... It put me in a plastic, a sachet of sweets. I belonged to the narrow, I had few oxygen. I thought die – there and I would have preferred- but my suffering to be continued... The sachet disappeared in an etui, me indoors. I was plunged into the black, shaken, terrorized... Everything stopped shortly, then has takes back some seconds. A noise of zipper made reappear light. The kid has takes back the sachet in the hands. I was then in a classroom. The girl next to him let get away a howl by seeing me. It however quickly calmed down when my attacker said to him on a poor tone « shut up! »
My enemy giant made me go out of the sachet, thinking I am dead because of my peace. I met on a leaf of notebook. The human being had a good time with me. Nothing very wrong still. It hit me – for him, this would have been "touches" - with a wooden pencil, considering me – happily to be him the sting which I would so much have liked to use for my defence. My panic prevents me however from relating this passage better.
After some minutes, it has me delays in the sachet and starts to support a top on my back. Something smelling extremely, coloured in me in white. It laughed at its suffering! He made fun: « You don't want to make blancôter?! » [sorry for the word "blancôter" it's an imaginary word for said "write with a white pencil (blanco?)"]
No, I didn't want. Yes, I was afraid. I want my freedom. I would make no more this error to remain close to humans!
In his frenzy, the kid closes again the sachet and asks for a glue. I feel reassured that it leaves me a bit only. I try to recover from my emotions. Being can will he liberate me after all that he has just inflicted me?
My heart calms down little by little. However my death is close.
It opens glue that a friend passed to him and takes her down until most low. His neighbour of class feels sorry for me and makes a hole in the cork of the object. I don't understand.
« It's disgusting doesn't make this! » howl the kid. The "innocent " kid – however 15-year-old- pushes me in glue. I try to hang on to the sachet but useless to compete with a bigger million times.
Just like that of pencil, I am cast in this sticky and foul-smelling thing. I cannot even move, wedged in the corner by a peak of plastic in my side. Then me here is plunged into the black.
It closes again the cork. Alone a net of light reached me of the hole. I'm afraid. I find it difficult to breathe...
I am suddenly shaken. Glue was sent to a friend. I see faces. No helps me, nobody feels sorry of the fate of a scorpion.
Faces march... I could try to go out, but I am wedged in the corner... I am again shaken. Still faces until that of my hangman... Then, the "soil" on which I am puts on in movement suddenly. I go back up towards the point of light, "walls" get closer!!
My heart beats extremely quickly under my carapace. Everything stops to be shaken. A light of hope appears then. But everything resumes, walls again get closer, and my hope faints...
My body gets jammed against the cork. I feel stifled. A said laugh « this cracked »... Poor idiot, are you happy to break me so bones? Then everything resumes, I am crushed, my blood gushes on the table by the hole while laughs go up. I am dying...
What have I make to deserve this? I suffer. They laugh, they guffaw... Then the voice of his neighbour feels sorry for me again: « It suffers »
My hangman laughed.
« Wait, I'm going to finish it. » Then, having be dying one instant, everything resumes: they finish me and I the soul to the man is productive... (?)
[Here, it's me who talk: ]
I attended this stage. I saw the scorpion tried to run away, heard the words of its murderer, turned when brown blood gushed...
I would have been able to react. Say suffering to the teacher that inflicts teenagers this in a scorpion... I have make nothing... Glue however circulated before the putting to death. I would have been able to ask for it, even if it means attracting me the wraths of this guy. But I knew that the scorpion would already be dying... I see again Sarah to wonder written « you are not going to cry for the scorpion? » No. I am not going to cry for him. My tears are hard to make run, and it is necessary that I am tied to the person. This does not prevent me from being upset, and regretting. I regret having make nothing. I regret the fact that this scorpion is dying before being put to death. To kill it would have been wrong, but less vile than to make it endure. Everything passed over one hour in practice. One hour of suffering...
No, I am not going to cry for this scorpion. It all the same I smelt its despair and its suffering... I put on on his place...

Hangman... I would like to see you between two blocks, bigger than you, narrowing. I would like to intend you to shout, to smell your heart to beat quickly, to smell your fright, your frustration, your abandonment... I would like to hear your bones cracking, in laugh, stupidly. I would like to see your blood gushing over and to dare to be delighted by laughing at your death. I would like that you know, smell, live what you have inflict in weaker than you. If I was a giant, I would have it you inflict. Only for that you know. So that you smell. So that you understand...
Can it be was only a scorpion would you say to me? I would answer while it was only a life...

Culpeo-fox l'avait lu et m'avait mis un com, c'était touchant *.* :

Sorry that it took me a while to read your story, but now i just did - and holy crap, i LOVE it oO

that poor scorp...i feel so sorry for him *pushes these guys away and saves him*
such a deep story, very strong and intense way of writing (even though there were a few mistakes, done by that translator, i can imagine the originally written piece...if i find that one alreay wonderful, the original must be awesome!)

thanks so much for sharing this - it was a very good read

one:saved.

Fri, 21 Aug 2009 14:50:16 PDT

=Ginnabean and I are resuming our writing prompt things, so now we've decided to do a Ten Themes thing (because 100 is just too much). We alternated picking themes, and this is

[one] saved
[two] string
[three] bandits
[four] forever
[five] conditions
[six] pencils
[seven] radiation
[eight] lion
[nine] trace
[ten] sunlight

Hooray for prompty things!

Ginny's version of "saved" is here.

Yeah, so this is the first poetry I've written in a while, but Ginny likes it. At least it's not entirely squishy romance crap, right? : D

The Mind Manifests 16

Thu, 05 Aug 2010 22:36:01 PDT

And another chapter down. my writing team has been helping.

thanks to

and special thanks to my dual editors on this one:

future episodes, though, will likely be edited by my original editor his schedule is now open again and he can resume doing what he does best, fixing my mistakes ^.=.^

RPG Snape+Emily Summary EN

Mon, 12 Sep 2011 06:38:23 PDT

Summary of the first chapter (first year) of the Emily Brown & Severus Snape role playing game The Beauty and the Bat.

IMPORTANT: If you find spelling, grammatical or syntax mistakes please inform me about them. English is not my first language, so yes I make mistakes and unfortunately I hadn't a beta reader for this.

Hello, I'm and I play the part of Snape in the RPG with my dear Because she has the skills of drawing, she has created numerous pictures of our pairing Emily and Severus. When you're asking yourself who Emily is, please read in her FAQs point 13: [link]
So because I'm not talented enough to support our idea myself with drawings, I decided to write this English summary. As some of you know there exists a download link for our first chapter that is about 280 pages long. ([link]) Unfortunately it's German only, because we are both from Germany and with our story so long it's not quickly done to translate it all word by word. Especially because we both are more used to write a bit of old fashioned from time to time and we wouldn't know how to resume that in English.

We totally understand people who say, that they can't read it and won't use translators such as Google. They aren't that good and most of the time it don't know words, especially the ones that are related to the Harry Potter universe and German grammar and syntax is different from English. So it will be very hard to understand it correctly. For those people of you, I try to give an extensive summary of it.

Enjoy reading

PS: If you have any questions, feel free to bring them up. It's not like perhaps some actions seem a bit unlogical when I cut down the main story from 280 pages down to 5.

Shadow of the Future: Ch 1

Sat, 20 Nov 2010 13:13:01 PST

Hello Everyone

Shadow of the Future is a story taking place after Dawn of the Dragon as well as all my other fan fics.

Alot of things have happened over the cause of those stories and it is best if people read the stories, but i am more than up for giving a resume for those who want to get into the story right now

The stories can be found under my tab Legend of Spyro and Cynder in my gallery and there is a chronology so you know in which order the stories take place: [link]

Could not resist a bit of a cryptic headline, but it should be easy enough to get once you have read the chapter.

We are back to Legend of Spyro and Cynder with a bang! Damn it feels good to be back to writing this, though i needed the break.

Lots of things happened here and some will be explained soon, other parts will not until later.

Legend of Spyro and anything related to that (c) Sierra

Blazirin, Tironar, Larshyr, Ghronur, Carx, unknown Fire/Wind dragon (c) me

See ya all later.

Shadow of the Future Chapters:
1: [link]
2: [link]
3: [link]
4: [link]

My Resume

Fri, 29 Mar 2013 10:12:37 PDT

I used Dorothy Parker's poem to write a short, scattered biography of my life, starting from the age of six to thirteen, when I first attempted to commit suicide. Yes, all this stuff is true. I've tried my best to remember how I felt on those days this stuff happened.

Types of Resume

Fri, 08 Jun 2012 07:54:50 PDT

Wonderland Syndrome Ch.5

Sat, 21 Jul 2012 23:11:26 PDT

Track 5: [link]

~~~~~

And thus marks the end of the flashbacks. Hopefully they weren't too boring. Resuming main story now.

Throw your criticism at me!

Sick Day - Part 1

Sat, 16 Oct 2010 19:46:47 PDT

This a rather simple story: a sick mother gets a chance to take it easy once again. I think we all know what it was like to stay home from school with a bad stomach ache or the flu. We got to watch TV and stay in our pajamas all day, and our parents would do anything to make sure that we got well again. I am well beyond those days (I'm a grown man and can take care of myself, at least I think I could), but I realize now why those days were so special.
That's enough nostalgia for one day. I hope that you enjoy this concept with a neat AR twist. I will probably resume work on Finding playtime now that I've gotten some of the plot straightened out in my head, so look for that next week.

Resume Spoof: Crazy Cat

Thu, 23 Dec 2010 20:53:29 PST

[Click Download File to see actual PDF]

I did this several years ago... spoofing my resume, that is. That was an unprecedented nadir of my life, much like where my muse is hanging out right now.