Once upon a time there was a Bengalstar

She couldn't make any friends :(
Then one day she found de awesome forums and met some awesome sents/modsents.
Now I have some "friends".

de end

hope you enjoy horrible story

There was once a fox
who firstly found a box.
The box was really heavy,
that made her very angry.
The box smiled.
The fox smiled back.
The box hugged.
The fox hugged.
All people watched.
Looking at their botch of boxes.
They hugged them.
They hugged too.
Always trust a box,
they will too.

The end.

To be, or not to be.
That is not the question.
Whether it is the growth of knowledge and the individual
That decides to be or not to be,
Our choices, our minds, everything
Chooses the outcome
So to be or not to be
Is there such thing as a maybe?
With no choice but in between?
Or rather both
to be or not based on if we were or we weren't?
You can say to be, but not to be isn't an option
It's simply the matter of time to be
not not to be
Possibilities are endless
To be is the future
Not to be is the end
But what is the true end?
Everyone has a choice, to be or not to be
But assuming not to be or to be is NOT the real question, now is it?

- Me
:I

these are beautiful

Last time on.... The story of Chris....

Episode 1 a dit :

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

Episode 2: The white clothes of the heart and the rock of will.

"AHHHHHHHHHHH! HELP!" Chris heard a scream, almost instantanious he ran toward the sound of it to try to help the person. He ran around the corner when he saw it, an asian girl was being attacked by two shadow monsters. Taking out his sword he slashed the two shadow monsters in half, turned around then smiled at the girl, she smiled back. "Thank you, you are corageous person" the asian girl said in a accent.

The two met later on and talked to each other, she had come by on a investigation on the robot slave dogs in Asia. "But then what are you doing in America? What does this place have to do with the robot slave dogs?" Said Chris curiously. "I here to find what rumors say is sourse of power to the dogs." explained the girl. "Need my help?" Said Chris as he was interested by this. "Mabey, you big and strong, but I have no use for you at the moment. But I like you, so let us talk again at some time." Said the asian girl. Chris blushed. Well alright then. Chris did not get to help with the investigation. One and a half week later, she had left, but she left Chris a note. "Thank you for saving me, lets talk again some time." Beneath was a phone number." Chris smiled.

Back in Asia...

Walking through the streets the asian girl was about to deliver her investigation notes to a mysterious man. When the robot slave dogs attacked that street. Twirling machine guns in their razor like mouths, blades as nails, and a lazer gun at the tip of the tail, she was going to die.... When out of nowhere like a gleaming lighted body, there stood a man, pistols in both hands, with elegant white clothes around his arms, there he shot the robot dogs, broken they no longer stood a threat for that moment, then just like he appeared the mysterious man walked into a allie, and was gone.

Deep in a craveen there Chris lys fretting over a large rock in his path only known as the rock of will. Punching and kicking at the rock for months he didn't even make a dent, this is that story.

"It's like it's impossible.... I'll never get through.... I've reached my breaking point...." Said Chris. For a week he spent his time doing nothing, then he came across a Mysterious Woman, they had achieved the great goal of saving the people. "Hey, good job, you did great." Said Chris calmly. The person ignored Chris and kept walking worward like he wasn't even there. He went home, there one hour later, someone knocked on the door. He opened the door. It was the Mysterious Woman he had congragulated.

"Hey, you look like you could use some help." Said who can be named as X in this story. X next gave Chris a strange weapon. It was like a sword that stretched forward when you swung it. "Use it wisely" Said X. And then like X thought it was bad to be around Chris, X left with only telling how to use the weapon. He knew what to do with it, imidiately he swung it at the rock, a crack, truely amazing for what he had been working on it for the past month. It still wasn't enough, but with some practice it fell and crumbled. "Finally!" Said Chris loudly.

Yet to come of this path Chris was about to take was truely evil... Everything from they outside looked heroic, not evil, even proud. But the power was all so infecting. And even worse it was put in the hands of him, the thing he was about to do next was truely evil, he made a army of people who once served the great grey stash. He had tricked them into following him and serving for him, some of the army were near gods and only one other person could smite them. And that was the creater.

To be continued!

Who was the mysterious man who appeared in asia? Why did he appear when all of these other robot slave dog insedents he did nothing? Will Chris's secret army of power prevail in defeating the creater? And what happened to this Mysterious X? Doed chris have plans for her?

FIND OUT IN THE NEXT EPISODE!

tenks for reading another episode of my crazy stories :]

-Le one random story

--

One day, a mouse woke up in a deserted island full of trees and grass.

Suddenly, he heard a voice from the sky.

''Oh my god, the game, it works!''

The mouse was confused.

A week later, while he was looking around, he saw some other mice sitting around.

''Uhh... where is this?''

''Dunno''

''I heard the world was called Transformice''

Suddenly, a mouse came flying onto the ground, wearing a french barret and a ribbon on his head.

''Kikoo pwet! Welcome to my world. My name is Tigrounette, and your ultimate task in this world is to earn seom cheese to eat and gain titles too! Anyway... if you fall off the land, you'll respawn in the next map. Have fun!''

And before they could say something, that mouse so-called as Tigrounette had flew off.

''This is weird.''

''Ooooh! I feel hungry now! I smell cheese!''

''Cheese! Oh the smell!''

Soon, they placed the cheese on their backs and went back to the hole and they continued to do that for lots of times while more and more mice began to join them...

-- #Derp

Yay,Im making A fucking series.

CHAPTER 1: Crystal Caverns

I trembled,Shaking my head franticlly. Around me, There was A forest. The bark was A clear lavender,Glowing with A silver aura. Where was I? There was no time to think. I was confused...Where was I? But soon,I heard A voice. "Eheeeheee....Someone has been summoned..." The voice became more vivid,But,It appeared. It was A shiny Mew,Poking it's head around A tree. I was stiffened. "Hehe! You probably don't know where you are,Doooo you?" It seemed happy. Why,Though? "Where am I.." I asked,Looking around,The grass A beaming,Dark blueish-Green. "Oh,Silly meeeee! You must look after something! The guardian of the Aura Gem seemed to vanish,You see! You must fill in for her,Heeeheeee!~" It seemed...Excited. About what?
"You will get used to it,Don't worrrrryyyyy!~" It started circling me,The faster it went,The more clear A slowly spinning,Blue glowing mist surrounded me. "A-are you trying to s-smother me!?" I looked at it,The mist getting denser...Until I was completley shrouded. I couldn't see. I felt A crack in my neck. I felt dizzy. Until...I felt A crack in both on my hands,On the backside. I felt cracks on my feet and arms. Before I knew it,I knew what the mew meant. The aura,The guardian getting lost,The clear,Blue tone to everything...The aura gem. But before I could say it,I froze. I instantly blacked out. The ours that passed felt like seconds...I awoke. I slowly got up,Completley stiff from fear. What happened?

To be continued.

Urmm.... i made a warrior cats story :U (silly right?)
The title is....
Thunderclan vs Shadowclan
Chapter 1: Peaceful day
Darkstar, leader of thudnerclan awoke his rest from the night-long slumber when a warrior came up too him.
"Darkstar I saw a shadow clanner and a two leg coming!" said the warrior, her name was Roseleaf,one of the best warriors. "Gather the rest young one." Darkstar replied. "Ashfur call a clan meeting." Ashfur was deputy. He lived here has a kit his mom is an elder her name was Crystalfur. "Darkstar i'm still upset about my mom being ill." Pouted Ashfur "Please get someone else!" he screamed. "Calm down!" Darkstar exclaimed at the deputy. Crystalfur was in the medicine cat den. "MOM!" Ashfur leaped too his mom. "WHAT HAPPENED TOO HER FARRELHEART?!?!?!" Farrelheart was the medicine cat she had an apprentice Lightningpaw. "You may not want too see her Ashfur its terrible..." Farrelheart weeped. "What happened LET ME SEE CRYSTALFUR NOW!" Then Farrelheart moved the big oakleaf to reveal a bloody dead cat with a crystal looking pattern and grey and white fur. "NO MOM NO NO NO WHY!" Ashfur sobbed into Farrelheart's pelt. "It was her time..." Ashfur ran away to darkstar and told him. "CRYSTALFUR DIED HOW?!?!" Roseleaf came in and said,"Shadow clanner cats attacked her they're coming soon...." Everyone got ready...
Would ashfur die?
Would Thudnerclan loose and loose Darkstar and Roseleaf?
TO BE CONTINUED

roses are red

violets are blue

soon everything will be extinct, including you.

Bacon.

The end

Poem:
Do not march with the others.
You paint your own pictures,
and I will paint mine.
Do not be a chameleon,
like many others are.
Conforming to others' likings
is not originality.
Be yourself,
and love who you are.
You have your own canvas.
You are your own canvas.

Story:
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.


As the police car arrived at Detroit Penitentiary, my stomach felt very uneasy. I was greeted by a muscular tough-looking man. He stood beside a rather stalky individual. This individual was actually quite intimidating. He must have been 7 feet tall.
As I continued forward, I stepped into a waiting room of some sort. The room was considerably shambolic, and certainly needed a candle. It reeked of sweat and dead mice. I was more anxious about what lied behind the iron doors that lead to where the inmates were held than how badly I was going to be treated. There were prison guards surrounding the room. There was no way to escape at the moment. If I had the chance, I would most definitely take a shot at it any day. No matter what it takes, I need to find a way out of here. There is no conceivable way that I will be locked up in this grungy prison for 15 years. I cannot live in this raunchy place with these sadistic prison guards. It’s unbelievable that none of these guards have come over here and beat me in front of all of the innocent visitors.
The woman at the front desk handed me my clothing. It looked like any old prison jumpsuit- Black with white stripes. A guard (that looked like she cared for herself -unlike the others), escorted me into a bare white room where I was told to get dressed. There were many other women in the room; All older than I. I could easily tell that this was not going to be a walk in the park. The majority of these women had muscles the size of a bus, were over 6 feet tall, and we unidentifiable because of all of the tattoos on their body. They are so different than me. I’m such a skinny, short, malnourished teenage girl. For once in my life I felt as if I had no chance of winning. There was no way I was going to get out of here, and if one of these masculine women starts a fight with me, there’s no way of winning.

To be continued....

I wrote this last year in October. Broken Wings

I feel as if I am trapped.
A bird who has broken its wings.
I want help, but I don't know how to ask for it.
But a part of me doesn't want help at all, but I need it. I realize it.
I don't know what to do.
I don't know what to say.
What's wrong with me?
I don't ever recall feeling this way.
Is something wrong with me?, I need to know. I need to fix this.
I feel odd.
I want to cry, burst out into tears, but what for..?
Nothing's happening, yet I feel the worse than I have ever had in a while.
Is this a stage? Is this something that everyone goes through?
Feeling like a horrible bitch for no reason.
Feeling like everything is your fault for every single incident.
I don't know how to make the exact words for it, but I have never felt this way.
I feel disgusted and happy. I feel cheery and shitty. .
I feel hurt and betrayed when nothing has happened. I feel like
everyone is out to get me when everyone isn't.
I cry out in desperation for help, yet I feel it is wrong.
I feel it isn't the right thing, that it wont help.
I've slowly started to loose touch with myself.
Is this real? Everyone and everything is just disappearing right before my eyes.
I think I can see myself fading away too. Am I real?
I look in the mirror and see the same face everyday, yet I don't recognize myself.
I feel like I've become a whole new person. A person that I hate very much.
I realize all of this. I see all of this. I feel all of this.
But I can't come up with a solution.
Should I just continue to fake my happiness?
I feel like this is all I can and will ever be able to do.
This is who I am , but who am I?
Will I ever be able to fly again..?

roses are yellow
violets are yellow
my garden is yellow
who peed on my yard

Kiokosama a dit :

Girl dog: Can I have skittles? x3
Boy dog: No! Go get your own!
Girl dog: (Takes some anyways)
Boy dog: Bitch took my skittles!!!

My story rocks!!!

LOL! YES IT DOES XD
Heres mine
One day Tigrounette was playing in tfm and then he was trolling and he farted on shaman and said "DIE SHAM!!" then everyone didnt get cheese and then they liked Tigrounette and they made him king and one stupid mouse says "YOU STANK LIKE DERP" and he got shot. o_o

Once upon a time there was a magical place where it never rained.
the end.

once upon a time

there was a lonely girl named brianna.
she was so bored she didn't know what to do.
she went on transformice and wasn't bored anymore.

the end :D

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Did this poem a few months ago for a school assignment, the task was to write from someone with a disorder's perspective and I chose an erotomaniac.

The boredness poem - Written by Kittywing

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I am Really bored,
I dont know what to do

roses are red
violets are blue
u look like poo
and i hate you