[Sethro117]

I love Taco Bell Sporks.

[KYA]

to clarify, you love taco bell sporks as portrayed in the last few posts?

[Sethro117]

I like to use them on the food. Im kinda in the mood for some nachos now.

[KYA]

i hate it when my nerd rope gets stuck to the package

[Sethro117]

Howd we go from sporks to nerd rope? Am I missing something?

[TriggaMike]

Yes, you're missing nerd ropes. Go get some.

[Sethro117]

While Im at it Ill get me some nachos too.

[Project 2501]

KYA, on 3 Dec, 2009 - 07:49 PM, said:

so you're not a fan of taco bell sporks then?

Or KFC?

[TriggaMike]

I don't think we get sporks here in Canada... not at those fast food joints I don't think... Anyone that can vouch for this please do, I never really have checked, but I think it's just spoons and forks we get individually.

This post has been edited by TriggaMike: 03 December 2009 - 11:47 PM

[midnight17]

@ FSFA,

No, dear, it's called FAN-FICTION. Try Fanfiction.net, savvy? But never mind, I can tell that this is not your kind of a thing. Thanks for tell me that. I do sincerely appreciate your reviews.

People who just say "you suck." or even "lol"/"rofl" are certainly LESS helpful than you. (Yes, so I suck. Don't just tell me that. More importantly, tell me WHY I suck.) (Same goes for you guys who only tell me "lol"/"rofl". Yes, I'm glad I made you laugh till you shit in your pants, but don't just tell me so. Tell me which parts were good/why you laughed at my work. Saying you loved/hated my work isn't helping me improve. Tell me WHY you loved/hated what I write.)

& one more thing, I'm so NOT into necrophilia. Dracula(who, by the way, kicks Twilight's sparkly ass all the way to the next galaxy) I'd fuck, yes, & gladly too, but NOT a corpse. Vampires are UNdead anyway, so, not a corpse. Savvy?

[supersloth]

jesus fucking christ

[Sethro117]

supersloth, on 3 Dec, 2009 - 11:00 PM, said:

jesus fucking christ

That.

[midnight17]

Oh, & I haven't posted this up & disappeared ON PURPOSE. I only just finished my finals this morning, so I've been busy studying, not hiding away from all the critique that's being dished out at me.

Sorry if that makes me seem like a coward who's afraid of standing up to the criticism I've been getting, but really, it's just because I've been too busy to check by.

~MidNight The Magnificent

[midnight17]

To Project 2501, how's this version of Red Riding Hood work for you?

Plus, to everybody else, it's a lot shorter, so... Shouldn't be so painful for all... (Look, I'm NOT holding a gun to you head. You don't have to finish the story if it's not your thing.)

MidNight's Twisted Tales: Big Bad Riding Hood

Once upon a time, Mother Wolf received news that Grandma Wolf was feeling under the weather, so Mother Wolf sent Little Wolf over to visit with a basket of delicious pork pies.

Happily, Little Wolf set off towards Grandma Wolf's home, which was on the other side of the woods.

“Bye, Mommy!”& Little Wolf skipped off joyfully, fully unaware that a pair of beautiful green eyes were tracking his every move through a pair of binoculars.

Little Wolf was half-way through the woods when there came the sound of a gunshot, “BANG!”

Little Wolf reacted quickly, twisting away, so that the bullet missed his vital spots, but it still caught him in the leg, leaving him unable to run for cover.

All Little Wolf could do was lie there helplessly as Big Bad Riding Hood approached...

Seeing that Little Wolf was still struggling to get free, Big Bad Riding Hood quickly dispatched him with a bullet to the head.

Big Bad Riding Hood then sat down on a fallen tree & calmly finished the basket of pork pies.

When she was full, Big Bad Riding Hood dragged Little Wolf back to her camp where she efficiently skinned & butchered up the body to bake some new meat pies AND a spanking new fur coat.

Thus, disguised in her new, albeit a tad ill-fitting (too tight) fur coat, Big Bad Riding Hood continued on to Grandma Wolf's house, with her basket of LWP(Little Wolf Pies).

Talking in a low growl, Riding Hood knocked on Grandma Wolf's door. “Grandma, it's me, Little Wolf!”

“Come in,”Grandma Wolf called.

& boy! Did she ever! Kicking down the front door, Big Bad Riding Hood burst into the little cottage, both guns blazing!

Big Bad Riding Hood's aim was immaculate, as always, so Grandma Wolf died entirely of head wounds. (A bullet-holes-ridden fur coat is most unbecoming!)

Satisfied that Grandma Wolf was also dead, Big Bad Riding Hood similarly dealt with the body to bake another batch of Wolf Pies, as well as design a new wolf furskin that actually fit.

& the Big Bad Huntress lived happily ever after, abandoning the old-fashioned riding hoods for stylish new wolf furskin coats!

~The End~
17th Aug '08, 7.42am

~I actually don't quite like how this one turned out. (I have a soft spot for wolves, don't ya know?) Oh well. I'll give the Wolf another story to shine. (How did they get the ingredients for pork pies, eh? Oh yeah!)

This post has been edited by midnight17: 04 December 2009 - 12:37 AM

[TriggaMike]

It was grammatically confusing, logically mind boggling, the story didn't flow well, neither did the sentences. The story was short and essentially pointless. We started no where and we ended no where, no built up, no climax, nothing. I'm not a professional writer by a long shot, but that sounds like the sort of stuff I was writing in Grade 6. I thought, it's shorter, that means it will be silly and clever and it will be enjoyable. Nothing of that applied. It was simply random and thrown together. It was nothing related back and no one really cared about anything. It's emotionless. I'll stop there.