Trapped-In-Fiction

All the rights on this characters are reserved to the Walt Disney Pictures Company! I just wrote the storyline. Pirates Of The Caribbean 6: The Death Sword! (Re-written Version) Part 1: To Bermuda we sail! The black wooden lady of the imperial Pearl prevailed itself's majesty to the sea by  completly ignoring the submissives waters, scattering themselves and passing by aside as they made a bow before the ship on grateful dance. Without showing much impression by those performances, it teased the waves which  had even more audacity, and they threw themselves to hug with tenderness the master on a desperate try to demote that expressionless s

"The world is big and I am small, I am short and the world is tall. The world is cruel and I am hurt, The world is cold and full of dirt." The melody of a children's song Echoed through the empty floor When the shadow of a former self Marched towards that certain door. Behind that door there was a short shelf, Drawers unlocked by a key Agile fingers had stolen before. The lighter was found with glee. "The world is big and I am small, The world is too deaf for my call. The world is cruel and turned away, The world is cold and has to pay!" Like ice the darkened walls did glisten On the floor there was a lake. The last canister

Samuel Kepping was a very average person.  Being in lower class, turn-of-the-century, British society, his life went by pretty uneventfully.  He began his existence in the countryside, and when he had grown up, he went, as the stories go, to seek his fortune.  Samuel ended up in London with no fortune, but did eventually end up with a clever, pretty wife.  So let us fast-forward a few years.  Samuel, at the time of his marriage, had actually found a job as a milkman, but now he had had to leave it because of a run-in with his boss.  Anyhow, he was unemployed and looking for a job at the time this story begins. He was standing in front of an

Christmas Gifts Biwako scowled at the damage the hospital had suffered. Thankfully, no one was too badly hurt, and order had been quickly restored. She had just poured herself a nice cup of tea, and turned back to the heaping pile of paperwork screaming for her attention, when there was a polite cough behind her. "Yes?" she asked, more sharply than was called for. It had been a very trying day, and she would have been done with the admission forms by now if she didn't keep having all these distractions. "I wonder if you might be able to see me, now that all the ruckus has ended." She knew that voice. "Hiruzen Sarutobi," she said primly, "

There was once a kingdom, ruled by a kind King and Queen. They were much beloved by their people, and when they had a daughter there was much rejoicing throughout the land. However, the Queen became ill and died, leaving the King to bring up their daughter, Becca, by himself. The King, heartbroken at the death of the Queen, doted upon the little girl who was the spitting image of her mother. As a result, she grew up spoilt and demanding, as her father hadn't the heart to deny anything she requested. In time, the King remarried to a Queen from a far away land. The King had taken pity on her, for where she came from was a desolate place, and d

Introduce myself These stutters are hard to hide I think I’ll blame you When things move this fast Even the minutes slow down Beauty contradicts I write bad haikus But they are still about you Hope they make you smile Let’s forget the rule It’s you and me in the end Let’s forget the

          She is… something else. She isn’t part of the vanilla latte and seasonal mocha pattern. It’s nine O’ clock and I’m working on the third skinny peppermint, well working as best as I can while focusing on her. Today it was “An extra hot triple venti soy chai latte with light whip and no sleeve”. I’m sure she made the drink on the spot, played mad libs with our menu drawing out a smile from Tim our laconic cashier. He wants to ask her if she is serious but we really aren’t allowed to question the customers’ orders, besides the line behind her won’t allow anything but th

We've made up, loving every moment. 2013 Delice1941 1st January2013

Do I...do I annoy you? You always insist that no, I don't but sometimes it's just so hard to believe because everybody else gets annoyed with me eventually. I always talk to much or put my foot in my mouth or I just overall just drive somebody absolutely insane. But the fact that you still want me around is pretty comforting. Gosh. Do you think if we ever got married and had kids that they'd want me around?! This is a scary thought. There are a lot of things about me that probably should annoy you. I mean, seriously. I text you all the time. And it's only because you told me to text you. So I do. You text me back when I text you and usuall

Living life without privacy A human experiment gone wrong We're a burden from the beginning A tunnel shoots through my soul A melting pot of frowning thoughts, my mind turn away from me. A sharp pain of regretful thoughts, my hearts skips away from me. Can you burn it all down, tear me away from conformity. It'll riddle me with holes, tunnels from bottom to top A melting pot of frowning thoughts, my mind turn away from me. A sharp pain of regretful thoughts, my hearts skips away from me. We build the nightmares, praying to find were soulless. Looking out for the dreams of where our soul is. Finding the twisting warped me, what do people