Post any stories or quotes youv'e created including songs,raps,and poems etc. and famous manga quote

firewolf81 wrote:
HAHA..I actually trimmed it down a lil..have yo had a look in recent history mate?

I agree that before it was like some epic opus of assorted collected crap that nobody, even I didn’t care about...

So I sniped here, cut there and viola, New styled user page

chili wrote: Ok here it goes...my rap. plz remember that it aint done...and im only 10 years old.

Her life was tuff,
Everyone should know the truth,
Krytal Klear,
Only cuz I’m tellin you about this troubled youth,
We hung out,
In the garden grades,
Till the one came,
That’s when we broke our own ways,
I went here she went there,
That’s when she developed her cold stare,
And scare you for fear,
Anonymous,
The Principles on to us,
Retaliate,
Flow richer than Bill Gates,
Now I’m spittin it like it’s fate.

Well what can I say,
Bout how she was raised,
Laid away her life,
Bet no one cared,
Where she played or even where she at,
The never bothered to even ask,
Now she lashes out at,
Anyone who comes her front to back,
Indeed it is,
A very sad,
No one knows,
But they’ll see,
When it rains it pours,
But for her it’s like a thunder storm,
Technical winds,
sleet form,
Enough to cuz bodily harm.

Lotta stress,
No one knows whats going on,
In her place so cold,
That’s how her life goes on,
Must confess,
No one knows what’s going on,
In her life so cold,
precious time ticks on yeah.

Crimson_Blade wrote: I have stories, but one they are a bit to large to post all 3 here and second they are not based on manga but cartoon.

SENSFAN wrote:
Post it anyways please...

Crimson_Blade wrote:
Sure, no problem. This is my shortest story and as a result is uncompleted, this is my page of Fanfiction.net

First Chapter

It was a usual day in the Griffin household, the family was having dinner and Stewie was entertaining himself by balancing his knife on his finger tip, Brian was watching him with interest , already knowing what was coming next. Lois looked at him “Stewie don’t play with knives, you could hurt yourself honey” she cooed, sickly sweet. “No mother… I think it is you who shall be hurt!” he said as he flung the knife at her head, but as always his plan failed when Lois bent over to give Peter his drink and give him a peck on the cheek. “Damn!” said Stewie for what must have been the umpteenth time, beside him Brian snickered. “Oh shut up dog.” Stewie snapped “It’s not like you have had any luck trying to score her.” “You know Stewie it’s not her fault you were trapped in her womb, also if she didn’t have you there you wouldn’t be existent” Brian said with a smile on his lips “You aren’t exactly the most grateful child in the world.” Stewie looked at Brian with a stunned look on his face, “You expect me to stomach such a lie?” Stewie asked him, when his expression remained the same Stewie gaped at him. “So you are telling me that I spent the entire year of my life trying to kill the bringer of my life?”

When Brian nodded, Stewie ran from the table and up to his room completely stunned. He pulled the baseball bat backwards in his toy box and opened up the secret weapons facility. He looked around at his beloved guns and blades and wondered why he had even bothered in the first place, Brian’s revelation had stunned him so much that he had no more desire to even look at them anymore. He started to walk out and was about to close the doors for good when he heard a breaking of glass and a chorus of screams downstairs in the kitchen. Startled he pulled up the monitor for the kitchen and saw to his dismay a very familiar figure standing on the table, sword in hand.

Stewie ran back into the weapons bay and grabbed the Katana of the I-Rack, unsheathing it he ran down the stairs. He snuck up to the kitchen door frame and peered around the corner. The Family were crowded in the corner, completely terrified of the figure on the table who was only recognized by Brian. Stewie came a little more around the corner and caught Brian’s attention, Stewie made a fist and pointed it towards the figure on the table, Brian understanding what he meant nodded. He waited until the person on the table noticed Stewie, “Well, well.” he said “If it isn’t the man of the hour himself, I have been waiting to-” his sentence was cut short as Brian with a mighty growl jumped onto the table and picked up a knife on the table. He made a lunge at the figure who only came up to his waist but was parried. Brian stepped backwards and ducked as a sword came only a hairbreadth above his head. Balancing on his hands he made a sweeping kick and caught the figure off guard. He tumbled back on the table as Brian got up and put a padded foot on his throat, the small figure suddenly grabbed the foot on his neck, twisted it and flipped Brian onto the ground. Picking up the sword he raised it, ready to sever Brian’s neck. A knife came from Stewie’s direction and nicked that attackers arm. The blade dropped from his grip, Brian rolled off the table just in time to avoid the falling swords bite.

Stewie helped Brian up and handed him two knives from a pouch on his belt, Brian took them and held them behind his back. Stewie held his sword in a ready stance in front of him, ready to deflect a blow, “Well well Brother” he said, his tone calm “It seems you have decided to fight me upon my own turf. That is a mistake you wont live to regret!” He yelled as he charged the left side of the table while Brian came up onto the right, they jumped up and began to stab and slash at the figure on the table. He almost effetely parried their blows until Stewie managed to nick his shoulder blade and Brian slashed a blow across his thigh, enraged Bertram punched Stewie in the gut then swung around and kicked Brian’s nose, shattering it and sending him spinning off the table. Stewie watched helpless as his brother walked towards him, sword dragging behind him leaving a long notch in the table. “Oh Brother” he said, his voice cold “I am afraid that it is time for you to die.” Stewie screwed his eyes shut as he waited for the sickening crunch of the blade connecting with his bone, but strangely it did not come. He opened his eyes and looked at his half-brother and saw a knife protruding from his chest, the very same knife that he had attempted to kill Lois with this morning. Seizing the opportunity he grasped the sword his brother had dropped and swung it around, severing his neck and showering Stewie with a torrent of blood. The body came down on top of Stewie before he could move out of the way and felt a sharp pain pierce his abdomen, the blade that had pierced through Bertram had penetrated his own gut. Oh cruel irony, we meet again were Stewie’s last thoughts before he fainted. The last thing he saw was Brian running over to him, bleeding profusely from his nose.

To Be Continued in Chickens, Monkeys, Feminists and Flight

SENSFAN wrote:
That was great...