Once upon a time, a woman controlled lightning.

Then a storm surge blew her into the ground and she died because of the pagegets there.

PAGEGET

can't win but you can defeat,dont make sense so don't eat so once you'll got to bed,but then you cant get this out of your head so dont blame,its all ashame

i done terrible at this,its just a terrible abyss

Once upon a time Mousechris made a map, that map failed and he was embaresed, now he can fly for some reason and so he used his powers to make yet another map, this map got P1 and so now his powers were that he could shoot underwear out of his eyes, with these powers he made another map, he showed his new map to the mapcrew and they thought mousechris was a idiot and then kicked him and sent him on his way, the next power mousechris gained was no power and it was like this for mabey 6 months, then he gained a new power, this power was the power of blue lightning, with this power he obtained a HUGE HIGHER PERMED MAP WTF! this power kept him going for 2 months but after the end of those 2 month his power started to fail so he randomly just in time gained a new power, this power was a evil power and it was the power where he could control the stone only known as jets, it came in 3 forms, gas, solid, and liquid, he could control it only in liquid and liquid/solid form. He used this new power to end his opponents and get so many higher permed maps, he is still using his powers today....

TO BE CONTINUED!!!!!!

In the next episode......

WILL MOUSECHRIS GAIN THE POWER OF LOVE????????? OR WILL HE BE STUCK WITH THE POWER OF JETS FOREVER????? STAY TUNED IN TO FIND OUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

what channel?

Our History: A long time ago there was a place called Whitetail falls, home of the cheese god. The people served and protected the land from the blood thirsty tribe called the VenomX. One day the VenomX attacked Whitetail's secret cheese city and then the whole tribe fell apart. When we lost our people and our cheese we gained hope. For what the people do not know is that we are still alive, we just have a new name. We are known as the Forgotten Tribe.||My tribe history||

my tribe history.700 years ago,Geckous sailed away from Transformice too find a peaceful place with no war.he discovered an island with a species of gecko.Every one of them were blind.Geckous sailed back too Transformice too bring other mice too the land.Geckous discovered rare kinds of cheese.He formed a tribe called "Blind Gecko".When the war was over,Geckous brought Blind Geckos to Transformice.They died because of the cold climate.Now,They're extinct.Geckous had 6 sons and 5 daughters.Geckous was starved too death in the Great Cheese Famine.But blind gecko is still alive

Just a story that i've been typing up on Microsoft Word...


I was breathing heavily. While forcing air down my throat, I clenched to the messenger bag full of food dangling off my side, and took off again. My rich, dark brown hair was whipping my face as I darted through the alley. I knew the market owners weren’t too far away. I could hear their muffled footsteps plodding on the trash filled, blood stained alleyways of Detroit. I glanced to my side and detected that the shop owners were still chasing me. The only thing that was different was that they both were out of breath, and were stumbling over everything in their path. Finally, they were starting to give up. This chase was not going to last much longer.
“Get back here young man,” the owner bellowed.
The only problem with that command is that I was in fact not a ‘young man’, I was a teenage girl. I was slightly perplexed at first. Why did he call me a young man? I then acknowledged that I had dressed up as a man to prepare for this daring act, so no one would find out my true identity. I ran endlessly until I was trapped between a dark putrid alley, and an iron chain link fence. I pondered a bit about whether to turn back or not. Did the shop owners give up, or are they still trudging along?
I came to the conclusion that they were more than likely not there anymore. It was almost dawn when I returned to my grubby, malodorous smelling home in the slums. I slipped off my boots, and proceeded with my business. I hurried to the ragged corner where I dress myself, and transformed myself back into a female. I then decided that the kitchen was the ideal place to empty my newly stolen food, so I went there. As I got into my kitchen, I went to take a seat at the wooden table over in the corner of the raggedy room. I carefully opened the messenger bag of goodies. I took out one item, examined it for any damage, and placed it on the table. This process went on until there wasn’t a crumb left in the bag. I needed all the food I could get.
I then stood up and walked over to the front door, while tripping over a few things in my path. I cautiously opened the front door, hoping it wouldn’t rip off its hinges. I quickly threw on my boots that were a size too small, and ambled across the rugged street of the slums.
“Hey, Angelica,” called my neighbor, Nuka.
Nuka was more of an acquaintance to me, but he was always a nice guy. No matter how bad the condition of his home was, or how little food he had, he always remained courteous.
I have no earthly idea on how someone could live so happily in the state this slum is in. This slum is mostly composed of teenage orphans that have nowhere to live, such as me. Also, I guarantee that all of us have unhealthy lungs from the dust and rubble that pours out of the mine entrance 24/7 from all the detonations. I swear the only reason they keep that 100 year old mine running is so they can blow up things.
I passed by Nuka and gave a simple wave. I had no time for chatting. The only thing that I had time for was making sure that that the police didn’t find me. Shoplifting is a huge crime in this part of Detroit. You might as well commit a murder rather than shoplift in this dusty, crime filled area of the city.
I proceeded with my journey to find safety. A thought registered into my mind. I forgot the food. I then darted back to the slums. Instantly my energy was drained. Rest was all I needed, but that was impossible to get at the moment. I have one mission, and I intend to complete it.
As I stumbled towards my house I noticed the door was slung wide open. I thought nothing of it, considering I was still exhausted from the day before. Next, I continued into the kitchen where I had absent-mindedly left the bag full of food. It was my lifeline. It was all I had to survive.
I slung the messenger bag full of nourishment over my shoulder. It felt heavier than usual. I could easily tell I was getting fatigued. I needed to reach safety soon, and then I could rest.
I dashed out of my home. Right as my foot stepped out of the front door I could sense that something wasn’t right. I felt very uneasy. In addition to that, I felt steady breathing on the back of my neck. I slowly pivoted around to face my house, and found myself face to face with a bulky, tough looking man. I then noticed a golden pin on his chest. It was a pin of a sheriff. The golden badge gleamed in the midday sunlight.
He grabbed me by my arms, and handcuffed me. I was instantly baffled.
How did that police find me?
“You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed to you by the state,” the police officer stated.
Wasn’t it obvious I couldn’t afford an attorney? I’m living in a slum, and I had to steal food to live. These policemen are clueless sometimes. I wouldn’t be shocked if one of them has committed a crime, such as mine.
The last thing I remember was being thrown towards the direction of a dusty police car. After that, it all went black. I cannot remember anything after that moment.
I awoke in what seemed to be a jail cell. I noticed that they had confiscated my clothes and had put me in an orange jumper that was so orange it burnt my eyes. I also realized there was a perfectly good piece of white bread, and a glass of lukewarm water. It was like heaven for me. I haven’t had bread for years, and the only water I could find was the scorching, polluted water underground in the mine.
Right as I was about to touch the water, I heard footsteps enter the room, then the rattling of keys.
I started thinking, “Are they letting me free already?”
The cell door was flung open, and a prison guard threw some nice formal clothes into my cell.
“Get dressed! You’re going to court for your trial,” the guard screeched.
I had to cover my ears for an instant. My hearing was super sensitive, and the bright, florescent lights burnt my eyes like fire.
I started to think, “How come it took such little time for my trial? I couldn’t have been asleep for that long.”
I overheard the powerful guards speaking about me.
“I can’t believe it, but that that girl over there in Cell 02 slept for 3 weeks straight!” the prison guard exclaimed.
I was shocked beyond belief. How on earth could I have slept for 3 weeks straight!?!
I slipped on my outfit, and stepped towards the front of the cell. The prison employee unlocked the metal cage. I cautiously walked out of the cell.
I had very mixed emotions. Part of me was happy and relieved, but part of me was bitterly cold and terrified of the path that was ahead of me. To ease the pain, I took a few deep breaths.
“Continue, Miss,” the prison guard said in a loud, dominate voice.
It then came to my attention that I had stopped right in the middle of the hallway. The sounds and hollers of inmates were bombarding my ears. The guards then came to a stop. I then stood by the last cell in the hallway, Cell 159. There was a tattoo covered boy in the corner of that cell, sitting and rocking back and forth with his hands grasping his knees. He had fairly long, blonde straight hair, and was sun burned slightly on his neck. He was making awkward noises, and muttering unidentifiable things to himself. He looked incredibly familiar.
Who on Earth could that be?
All of the sudden, he slowly lifted his head up and stared lazily in my direction. I had to stare at him for a second. Then it hit me. It was Nuka. I found my mouth wide open in astonishment.
I yelled with my gravely voice, “Nuka!”
I lunged forward and unattached myself from the prison guards’ mighty grasp. Then I clutched the metal bars with my hands, telling myself I would never let go.
I had no idea why I was so attached to Nuka at this point. I guess I just needed somebody for support.
But how? How on Earth did Nuka get in here?
I asked calmly, “Nuka, how did you get in here?”
One of the guards stated, “After we arrested you, this young man chased the police car, and tried to shoot holes in the tires...We charged him for assaulting an officer.”
Nuka slowly nodded.
“How long until he’s released?” I asked curiously. I insisted to know.
“That information is classified. Only the inmate can tell you, if they wish.” The guard answered sternly.
I redirected my attention to Nuka, who had seemed to have crawled back to his cot, and lied down in the fetal position.
What on Earth did they do to Nuka? He used to be a totally different person. Also, he didn’t seem insane at all before he came here.
Something is wrong and I demand to know.
Right before I could question the guard about what they have done, I am yanked out of the doorway.
I mouthed the words to Nuka, “I’ll save you.”
He lazily nodded, and I exited the hallway.

As the door slammed behind me, I heart skipped a beat. Initially, I hadn’t considered this to be such a huge dispute. All I thought that was going to happen was that I was going to prison; Prison and a prison only. Although, after it was confirmed that Nuka tried to assault and officer, there is a whole other matter to be dealt with. It is possible that we could both walk away as free citizen of Detroit, Michigan. But it is highly unlikely. The law is strict here, and the punishments are torturous. It is almost inevitable that we will both be convicted, and sent off to the jailhouse where we will have to endure years upon years of agony. What will I do without Nuka? This was something I had not thought about before. Boys and girls are separated when they cross the threshold of the grungy penitentiary. As these thoughts inundated my brain, the beating of a gavel awoke me from my thoughts.
“Order in the court!” The judge bellowed.
“Angelica Rory, the court has come to a conclusion.”
This all seemed so surreal to me. A second ago I was exiting a hallway, and now I’m getting my sentence read to me.
“The charge is: Stealing. The defendant is … guilty. She is charged with 15 years in Detroit Penitentiary.”
My heart instantly sank. Of course I am-everyone is. Now all I can yearn for is that Nuka walks away as a free man. I could barely stand as I trudged out of the court room. Those words will be embedded into my brain for the rest of my life. That sentence just destroyed the remaining of my childhood, and the potential that I had. I have no chance of being successful now. With a felony I might as well work in the local super market for the rest of my futile life.


TO BE CONTINUED....

O.O holy cow!!! ^

might as well..

The pack calls, the count down beings
three seconds to prepare, to breath
before the chaos rains
on the innocent and the condemned
the ones aware, the ones ignorant
the ones that really just don't care

They bustle out like fighter jets
more like chasing the ice cream truck
in a uniform line fixed with flaws
crowded and blinding
I hurry after but useless
they started before the whistle

She doesn't care, she doesn't need to
but only when needed or yelled at
does she act, but still on command
when pixie dust appear
I though, such a magnificent view,
missed out on by all
but atleast I care
for her beautiful hair in the wind
untill the chaos resumes
I run

No matter how much tryhard
how much faliures
like a test
only the result matters
what does the employer look for?
why should it matter
when there will always be haters, losers, trolls
a silent applause
from me

the proud one too
but looked on differently
judged by the most
cares the least
in time comes forgiveness
but some hold grudges
when the count down starts again

once apon a time...
SHEISJUSTLIKEMEEEEAMARICANGIRLSYAY
the end.

Gephyd a dit :

*poem*

O__O
*clapclapclapclap*

Gagalicious a dit :

*story*

Awesome! :o
Maybe I should post the first page of something I tried to write years ago~

Hamyu a dit :

O__O
*clapclapclapclap*
Awesome! :o
Maybe I should post the first page of something I tried to write years ago~

I will prepare to clap for you too k

I have a few stories on CFM... I'll post the first chapter of one of them now.

Chapter 1

The admins frantically called every mod and sentinel.

It was November 30, 2013.

They ran to the gigantic building known as Atelier 801. You could hear panic in each and every one of their voices. They could tell something was wrong. Some sprinted, wanting to find out the reason of the meeting as soon as possible. Others walked slowly, hiding meekly at the back of the crowd, not knowing what to expect. Within 15 minutes, the 200+ staff members were all seated in the main meeting room.

Sydoline asked with a voice even smaller than usual, "Do you know why we've called you?" None of them, not even the vets like Barrydarsow or Chrisbeer, had the guts to speak. Meli gestured towards a movie screen positioned right in the center. A video slowly flickered on.

It was worse than they expected.

Transformice had had problems with protests for a long time. The community was constantly discontented and seemed to scream most of the time, "MORE, MORE, MORE!" Contrary to popular belief, they didn't do anything bad to the dissidents. The mice who claimed to be victims of corruption and whatnot had been caught harassing newbies into joining their rebel army. Somehow, someway, the rebels seemed to be winning.
The video showed an empty room 1. None of them reacted at first, until they looked at the language the direction signs seemed to be in.

It was in Portuguese. The BR server was almost empty, with only a few stragglers in racing and bootcamp.
It showed similar sights in the English, Spanish, Turkish, and Russian servers. The same could be said for every server except the Filipino, Dutch, Japanese, French and Romanian servers. 20 servers had an empty room 1.
It proceeded to show a crowded room *v. Oddly, *v wasn't filled with 4chan regulars. It was filled with 100+ mice. One of them, currently chosen by the room to be a shaman, seemed to explaining plans for... something. He went on and on about the incompetence and corruption of the devs and how they should fight back. The troubling thing was.... they were actually listening.

The reason why these protests had failed before was because other mice usually struck it down immediately. But this time, they were listening.

And they wanted change.
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Fish had grown boring over the last 5 years. Tigrounette, the leader of our humble community, had left a long time ago. He seems to have just... disappeared. I honestly don't know what happened to him. I was a close friend of his. I've always been an adventurer. Besides, it gets boring exploring the same places underwater for 5 years. So, I've decided to leave Fish and find out where Tig went.

Oh, forgot to introduce myself. My name is Mara. I'm a boy, not a girl. Hate it when people mix that up. Anyways, I'm currently trapped here in my subterranean home since I haven't found anyone who actually wants to go with me. Also, I want to celebrate my mom's birthday one more time. Just for old time's sake. It was nice talking to you guys! See you again.... sometime.
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While normally, the /v/ regulars would be pretty annoyed at having over 100 randoms in their room, they let it slide this time. And with good reason. After 3 years of being held down, they would fight back. So many of the most respected forumers, players, and staff had been permabanned or demoted. And for what? "Cursing too much." "Didn't lock a thread quickly enough." "Was too mean."

Everyone knew that wasn't it. It was suppression. And what did the players do to fight it? Nothing. Nada. Not one thing. For 3 years, they were constantly discriminated against. But this time, they wanted a voice. They wanted to actually have a say in things. They wanted to be free.

And for once, it seemed like we were getting some sympathy. It actually seemed like people were listening. Starting today, there'd be change. But to get some change, we'll have to start a fight or two, right?

Might as well:

You wake up in bed. Well, in a bed.Your not exactly sure were you are at the moment.You decide to get up and examine your suroundings.As you get up, your spine cracks, almost making u squeal in pain.You dont know why, and lets not question it.Anyway, there's not much to examine. It's just a white room.Nothing on the floor or walls.Just you. and a bed. and a door.Thank god!Your still a little tired though. So, what now?

(Ur choice!!!Respond to this on what happens next.)

Cookie dough everywhere
I like cookie dough so much
I mash it with milk
I love cookie dough

Poetic genius, I know.

Can i write a love poem??
:3

Erp. I write this for a assignment, forgot most of it...so Ill just put what I remember.


With fierce battle lurking within the males head,
His clothing is all stained with dark red.
(Forgot this part)
The female shows her body movement,
giving the male much amusement.
Not in Sparta do glistening eyes grow,
More like fierce battle, as we all know


Well...forgot the rest.

Yeah its not good shhh. I thought the rest was better but...forgot.

WAIT..I CAN PUT STORIES ;D Oh yay o3o

10 little monkeys
jumping on the bed
they all fel down
now there all dead
they rushed to the the hospital
but they wern't revived
they were to little
and its like they never had lives.

Once there was an ugly barnacle...
and he was SO UGLY...
that everyone died.
The End. c: