Thursday, March 26, 2009

Fan fiction!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This is an excerpt from a fan fiction by spacychick114

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"Do you know why, I left Marianne, Elinor?" Willoughby asked tenderly

"Of course I do! It is because you're a cad! You only cared for your enjoyment and personal gain!" Elinor said as she readied her hand to slap Willoughby across the face

"No my sweet, It was for you." Willoughby lovingly leaned down to kiss Elinor. Elinor held her breath. She was trying with all her might not to swoon, despite the alluring presence of Willoughby. But as Willoughby's lustrous lips gently touched hers, she couldn't help it. She swooned.

Willoughby smiled, and caught her in his robust arms. He looked into her eyes as they slowly started to open. Elinor saw the fuzzy figure of Willoughby standing before her, as he helped her regain her balance.

"Let us lie together" he said to her lovingly

Elinor took a deep breath, taking in all the lovely aromas surrounding Willoughby. She smiled and breathed out, "Yes, let us"
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I'm sure that was disturbing for all of us
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This post is an installment in a continuing series of content coordinated by theme or motif with posts from Enoch Allred of Chiltingham, Jon Fairbanks of Funkadelic Freestylings of Another Sort, Eli Z. McCormick and Miriam Allred of Modern Revelation!, John D. Moore of Whatnot Studios, Joseph Schlegel of Sour Mayonnaise, Sven Patrick Svensson of Sadness? Euphoria?, William C. Stewart of Chide, Chode, Chidden, and WiL Whitlark of The Real McJesus. This week's theme: 'Eleanor'.

Thursday, March 19, 2009

Metamorphosis

Gregor loved lions. In fact, his number one dream was to turn into a lion, which was closely followed by his number two dream which was to meet Jeffy from Family Circus immediately after turning into a lion. Fortunately for Gregor dreams can come true. He woke up one day to find himself a lion. Overcome with joy, Gregor leaped from his bed and ran in face to face with Jeffy, who was playing with toys on the floor. I could elaborate further, but theres no need. The future course of events are the same as Metamorphosis by Kafka, except for this particular version has been revised to be about how dreams can come true, like all good literature. Jeffy is also there to add constant lols.

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This post is an installment in a continuing series of content coordinated by theme or motif with posts from Enoch Allred of Chiltingham, Jon Fairbanks of Funkadelic Freestylings of Another Sort, Eli Z. McCormick and Miriam Allred of Modern Revelation!, John D. Moore of Whatnot Studios, Joseph Schlegel of Sour Mayonnaise, Sven Patrick Svensson of Sadness? Euphoria?, William C. Stewart of Chide, Chode, Chidden, and WiL Whitlark of The Real McJesus. This week's theme: 'Metamorphosis'.

Thursday, March 12, 2009

A Poem

Larry has no money
Larry has no friends

Larry's lack of friends isn't because he has no money
Larry's lack of money isn't because he has no friends

Larry's brother Harry has no money
Larry's brother Harry has one thousand friends

Larry's brother Harry has one thousand friends because he's a good guy
Larry has no friends because he's a horrible guy

Poor Larry

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This post is an installment in a continuing series of content coordinated by theme or motif with posts from Enoch Allred of Chiltingham, Jon Fairbanks of Funkadelic Freestylings of Another Sort, Eli Z. McCormick and Miriam Allred of Modern Revelation!, John D. Moore of Whatnot Studios, Joseph Schlegel of Sour Mayonnaise, Sven Patrick Svensson of Sadness? Euphoria?, William C. Stewart of Chide, Chode, Chidden, and WiL Whitlark of The Real McJesus. This week's theme: 'Poverty'.

Thursday, March 5, 2009

Prosperity

It was the first time Billy had any positive attention. Fatty Mcfatfat Rich Kid Crapface Billy, as the other students called him, was always the source of ridicule in his 5th grade class. He always used his money to try to fight back, but it only made him get fun of more. But for once his money made him become an object of fascination.

It started in the morning morning after a particularly cruel mocking session. While saying the pledge, Billy said "I pledge allegiance to the hag" instead of "I pledge allegiance to the flag." The children naturally thought it was hilarious that Billy could be so stupid so they mocked him relentlessly. Billy was so upset that he threatened that if they didn't stop, no one would be invited to swim in his swimming pool of one hundred dollar bills. Since swimming in a pool of money is every child's dream, the children had to know if this was true. Billy said that they would only know if they stopped mocking him and came to his house after school. The allure of pools of money was too great. Not even the endless enjoyment of tormenting Fatty Mcfatfat Rich Kid Crapface Billy distracted them from this new wonder.

So sure enough, a swarm of children came to Billy's mansion. As they walked through the courtyards they couldn't help but wonder if the pool was actually real. If there wasn't Billy was dead. But Billy could live on, because when they came to the mansion they followed Billy to a door that led to a giant indoor swimming pool. But instead of water, the massive pool was full of one hundred dollar bills. The eyes of the children sparkled as they saw all shapes and sizes of slides, with a constant stream of money flowing down them. They swooned when the saw the diving boards plated with gold. And to add to that there was a soda fountain and a butler holding a giant platter of cookies. Everyone enjoyed the greatest day of their lives. Billy was finally popular.
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This post is an installment in a continuing series of content coordinated by theme or motif with posts from Enoch Allred of Chiltingham,Jon Fairbanks of Funkadelic Freestylings of Another Sort, Eli Z. McCormick and Miriam Allred of Modern Revelation!, John D. Moore of Whatnot Studios, Joseph Schlegel of Sour Mayonnaise, Sven Patrick Svensson of Sadness? Euphoria?, William C. Stewart of Chide, Chode, Chidden, and WiL Whitlark of The Real McJesus. This week's theme: 'Prosperity'.