Chance Encounter: Chapter ThreeFinns P.O.V
You were riding on Jake as you came closer to the Candy Kingdom. Sometimes you lost yourself on these rides. Its good to just think. Think about anything and everything.
“So what did you think about the letter from PB? Its pretty weird that she just found you a date like that.” Jake said to you.
“Yeah. I mean she’s probably nice and stuff but I’m not sure if I want to go with a date. I could just hang with you and lady. Plus me and Flame Princess may still work out.” You said hopefully. You knew you were lying to your self. You donked up pretty bad this time. You started looking at the kingdom. So much detail in this place it always surprises you. You felt Jake shrinking from underneath you. When you were close enough to the ground you jumped off and saw PB talking to peppermint butler. She must be shopping or doing something royal.
“Hey PB!” You called to her. When she saw you there was a flicker in her eyes. Almost like she
Chance Encounter: Chapter Two“Marceline! What the hey! I told you not to come in hear. She could have been asleep.”
“Well she’s not anymore. How you feeling?” Marceline asked as she looked at you.
“Do you have any pain? Do your legs feel numb?” Princess Bubblegum asked as she walked over to you. She started unwiring you and pushing buttons on a machine next to you.
“No. But how did I get hear. I mean I remember the portal thing and I think it was Marceline’s hand that grabbed me right? But how? And why?” You asked as you sat up
“Well you see I am having a huge royal ball in 2 days. Everyone from me, LSP, Flame princess, jungle princess, its going to be awesome. But Finn and Flame Princess have been on the rocks lately. And then he started hitting on me so I knew I had to end this. So I made a portal to pull a girl at age of 14 from another dimension. And hear you are! So will you be Finns date to the ball?” She ask
Outside the StoryEach book has characters
They live there lives and then the book ends
But what happens to the characters afterword?
Do they continue with there own story?
Or do they wonder about what is left to do in their lives?
I like to think that they keep living
They continue with there story or maybe live life
How they always wanted too
But if the characters are not well created
Not given purpose
Not given personality
Not given imagination
It is very hard for them to live their lives outside of the story
So whenever I write I want to bring characters to life
So that they can have a better life when the story is over
Into the game: Book 2 Chapter 2Kyra walks out of the room and you start to look around. In your room there is only a chair, table, and a huge window. You look out the window and see space. A black abbess that goes on forever. You still don’t like the idea of space. A never ending void of undiscovered cosmos and planets. You shake your head to clear any madding thought of space and go over to the table. The table has a mission log, DeviantART themed battle paint set, a mirror, and your uniform. You drew up all the uniforms and then put it through Allen’s 3-D printer. At first you were having a total art block on the outfits but then you thought about god tier and how awesome that would be if you could make the uniforms like that! So you went on to DA and found znywolf who had drew all the god tiers. You then picked an outfit for each of your friends, drew it up on some spare paper, and Bam! Four awesome uniforms! Yours was the Non-Canon Sylph design. It was Light and Dark green just like the DA colors. Th
Chance Encounter: Chapter OneYou have never been more pissed off in your life. You had to walk home from school in the pouring rain, you have enough homework to last for 20 years, and no one is home. Excellent. Well at least its Friday.
You walk into your house totally drenched. You drop your books in the front hallway and go to the kitchen. You need a good cookie and a glass of milk. As you retrieve your cookie and milk you see a note on the table. It’s from your Mom. The note seemed rushed and very messy. Not like your Mom at all.
I’m sorry I had to tell you like this but it’s a big Deal. I could be getting a huge promotion! The interview is tomorrow early in the morning but it is in Japan! So I had to leave as soon as possible. I will see you in a few days. Call me when you see this note!
Wow that’s great! Good for mom! You grabbed your phone out off your pocket and called your mom. As soon as you called her you heard a ringing coming form the family room. You walk in a
TagsI guess it’s normal right?
To be confused on where you stand in someone’s life?
Yeah it’s normal
It would just be so much easier if we wore tags
Tags that said where all our relationships stand
But I guess that would take the fun out of it
Some things should be left to chance
Into the game: Book 2 Chapter 1You wake up to the smell of Faygo and rocket fuel. Your mind is a blur. You slowly start remembering Earth. The game. Hussie. Hussie! Where are you? You are sitting up in a chair in a metal room of sorts. God this happens too much to you. Waking up and not knowing anything.
“Maybe I’m bound to be stupid forever.” You say sarcastically.
“I don’t think so.” A voice said making you jump. You turn around to see a familiar face. A familiar face with dark blue battle paint on her cheeks with a white t in the middle. Kyra seemed ready for battle.
“Time to wake up! Were going in in about an hour.”
“The Game. Do you not remember?” the memory hit you in the face like a used bucket.
“What kind of theory Fuckass? And who are you?” Karkat growled breaking the silence.
“We are both Andrew Hussie.” The cartoon boosted. “I am the one in the comic and he is the original. But in a sense we both c
Who am I?Who am I?
I could tell you my gender, age, hair color,
But is that really me?
Are we who we are based on what we say or do?
Or Are we who we are because of what we don’t do?
Are we meant to be something all are lives?
Or is it all just chance?
If a random stranger came up to me
I would be a girl on the Internet rambling
Rambling about her ‘Struggle with a Boy’
And the more I think about that the more I think
About how stupid I am
Other people go through horrible lives and I’m writing poetry
That I think will ‘Help’ in some way
What is even there to help?
There’s nothing wrong!
I’m a girl writing poetry about unimportant events in her life
I guess that’s who I am.
Or is it?
No its not.
This is how I see life
You can be a really stupid pointless person one day
But a Important person tomorrow.
So friends this is what I ask you.
Who are you today?
Just when I think we could be friends
You throw it in my face that you have him once again
I laugh at your jokes and smile with you
But I cry inside when I see him with you
You hate our inside jokes that you don’t get
Though he loves you even if you just met
Sometimes I’m glad that he’s out of my life
But his problems that you don’t understand still haunt at night
You weren’t at Chicago, You just don’t understand
The things we did together, the things I had planed
You are kind to him and kind to me
So why dose your presence make me feel like a flea?
You are my friend, and to that I will be true
But if you hurt him you don’t want to know what I’ll do