Up to no good!
A random fiction, brought to you by: arrch, nescienx, sarahcoldheart, wynter_myst.
When I get my webapp finished and polished, I'll put up the link some time. Lol.
There was once a boy by the name of Tweed who lived in a village that was quite remote heard "O ho lay dee odl lee o". A prince on a castle that was quite remote heard "lay-o-de-lay-o-de-la-he-ho", men drinking beer from a foam a-float with the warm smell of colitas, rising high in the air. In the masters chamber, a man was found to be less than interesting than if he was in his a gigantic rotating rollercoaster shaped like an orange that would not only provide sufficient drainage to the rainforests of Amazon. It was in this time, really, that no one thought was actually being thought about at this very moment. And so it was time to visit Elear and see what he was upto. But first they would have to pack himself a nice meal of pancakes and waffles.
While he was doing so, Harry Potter decided that he was simply too tired to do anything else and just flopped onto a bed of nettles. It didn't feel like roses, but it made the skin rather rough. "Wish I had someone to moisturise me," he thought, as he dug out his trusty shovel, perfect for digging up corpses. He started digging, and hit something that was not really there. Was he really going mad? Seeing things wasn't a good sign, as it always is.
Elear ponders for a moment on the implication of the situation, and thus he gave up trying to understand what was going on. It was too complicated for anyone to understand. No one understands. No one ever does.
His tear-stricken face looks terribly miserable as he gazes out of the window upon the war-torn fields of what seems like a graveyard of bodies. These poor sad souls, unburied, possibly long forgotten by the rest of the world. And yet here he was, alone and watching, while the beasts of Teldrassil loom behind the hapless, unsuspecting boy. They pounced onto him savagely and tossed him across the room.
Glasses cracked and in pain, Harry reached for his wand and dazzled the beasts away. "This way," he yelled to Hermione, grabbing her hand. They fled the scene, dodging people and their luggage like some sort of highway chase but not as fast as a rollercoaster ride. Still they managed to shake them off their backs. They were not exactly covering their escape very well though, as they left behind footprints in the snow.
It was a poetic blizzard, how the snow came down in giant fluttery flakes. Their breaths came out in large white puffs as they hurried through the tunnels of time and space. They crashed into a Japanese man, whose name was unknown to everyone.
He stood there, the wind running through his brown hair like fingers. of bananas. Strangely, no one thought they were actually bananas. Everyone started rickrolling to the b-b-beat but was suddenly and rudely interrupted by a horde of rabid geese who were singing the Llama song, but with Barack Obama in it. The residential campaigns were successful but not effective. The campaigns had divided the people and it was up to Harry to save the world.
Again.
No wonder he can be so emo at times.
Life was so freaking horrid like a horrible stain on your favourite shirt. But no matter it was all in the past and today was the present while tomorrow was the day everyone found their true lurve as long as they were able to be at the train station on time. He ran as fast as he could, but tripped over a rock that seemed to have appered out of nowhere.
Peering down at it, Harry nervously unbuttoned his shirt, not knowing what he was getting into. He felt a tingle in his fingers. He looked around but he couldn't see a thing. It was too big to be small and too small to be big. It was a strange in-between portal to a dream world or rather, a portal to find a large hamburger to go.
Thinking about it, he figured he needed fries and a drink to go along with the rowdy dancing. Isilme knew that this was the scene of the crime. She was hot, smoking hot like a volcano of doom.
Alas, she was just too bored to investigate what really happened. At that moment, Serry appeared in all his glory, and a large man sword to go with it! It was so freaking hot and awesome and that's how the story ended. There shouldn't be anymore. No really, there shouldn't.
Stop!
When I get my webapp finished and polished, I'll put up the link some time. Lol.
There was once a boy by the name of Tweed who lived in a village that was quite remote heard "O ho lay dee odl lee o". A prince on a castle that was quite remote heard "lay-o-de-lay-o-de-la-he-ho", men drinking beer from a foam a-float with the warm smell of colitas, rising high in the air. In the masters chamber, a man was found to be less than interesting than if he was in his a gigantic rotating rollercoaster shaped like an orange that would not only provide sufficient drainage to the rainforests of Amazon. It was in this time, really, that no one thought was actually being thought about at this very moment. And so it was time to visit Elear and see what he was upto. But first they would have to pack himself a nice meal of pancakes and waffles.
While he was doing so, Harry Potter decided that he was simply too tired to do anything else and just flopped onto a bed of nettles. It didn't feel like roses, but it made the skin rather rough. "Wish I had someone to moisturise me," he thought, as he dug out his trusty shovel, perfect for digging up corpses. He started digging, and hit something that was not really there. Was he really going mad? Seeing things wasn't a good sign, as it always is.
Elear ponders for a moment on the implication of the situation, and thus he gave up trying to understand what was going on. It was too complicated for anyone to understand. No one understands. No one ever does.
His tear-stricken face looks terribly miserable as he gazes out of the window upon the war-torn fields of what seems like a graveyard of bodies. These poor sad souls, unburied, possibly long forgotten by the rest of the world. And yet here he was, alone and watching, while the beasts of Teldrassil loom behind the hapless, unsuspecting boy. They pounced onto him savagely and tossed him across the room.
Glasses cracked and in pain, Harry reached for his wand and dazzled the beasts away. "This way," he yelled to Hermione, grabbing her hand. They fled the scene, dodging people and their luggage like some sort of highway chase but not as fast as a rollercoaster ride. Still they managed to shake them off their backs. They were not exactly covering their escape very well though, as they left behind footprints in the snow.
It was a poetic blizzard, how the snow came down in giant fluttery flakes. Their breaths came out in large white puffs as they hurried through the tunnels of time and space. They crashed into a Japanese man, whose name was unknown to everyone.
He stood there, the wind running through his brown hair like fingers. of bananas. Strangely, no one thought they were actually bananas. Everyone started rickrolling to the b-b-beat but was suddenly and rudely interrupted by a horde of rabid geese who were singing the Llama song, but with Barack Obama in it. The residential campaigns were successful but not effective. The campaigns had divided the people and it was up to Harry to save the world.
Again.
No wonder he can be so emo at times.
Life was so freaking horrid like a horrible stain on your favourite shirt. But no matter it was all in the past and today was the present while tomorrow was the day everyone found their true lurve as long as they were able to be at the train station on time. He ran as fast as he could, but tripped over a rock that seemed to have appered out of nowhere.
Peering down at it, Harry nervously unbuttoned his shirt, not knowing what he was getting into. He felt a tingle in his fingers. He looked around but he couldn't see a thing. It was too big to be small and too small to be big. It was a strange in-between portal to a dream world or rather, a portal to find a large hamburger to go.
Thinking about it, he figured he needed fries and a drink to go along with the rowdy dancing. Isilme knew that this was the scene of the crime. She was hot, smoking hot like a volcano of doom.
Alas, she was just too bored to investigate what really happened. At that moment, Serry appeared in all his glory, and a large man sword to go with it! It was so freaking hot and awesome and that's how the story ended. There shouldn't be anymore. No really, there shouldn't.
Stop!