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Homer turned on the water then waited a moment for the water to warm up. Then he stepped into the shower sighing as it flowed down his back. There was nothing like a nice hot shower after a long days work at the power plant to help him relax. Especially since he had to go to his wifes sisters house that night.
Not that he had anything against his wife’s older sisters selma and patty yeah not much it’s just that he hated the way the two of them treated him and he could think of a lot of things he’d rather do with his time like watch the football on the tv. But they’d already agreed to have dinner with marge’s sisters and she’d be extremely upset if he asked her to cancel.
‘Oh well’ homer thought now theirs a thought homer thinking ‘I guess it won’t kill me’.
Hi ya! It’s the Q of the Solar System
here! Vaporeon-chan, thanks for the suggestions for Homer’s killer.
I’ll think about them. Oh soon I’m going to bring Gerry and Nelson to
Springfield as well! Stay tuned and enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don’t own the Simpsons.
The Guilt-Filled Taste Of
Chocolate Ice Cream Cake
They reached the pink house on
Evergreen Treece where she had spend her childhood, by 4:00 pm. She
went upstairs to her old room. It was same as when she had left, five
years ago. The walls were still the neon pink as the house, her
posters of her favorite band, The Lost Butterflies still
hung on the wall to far right, and her The
Happy Little Elves
night light was still plugged in. She shock her head, it was true,
nothing ever changed in Springfield.
[CROC] Los Simpsons- Viejas Costumbres 2- La Seduccion (The Simpsons) [Spanish]: When one of Simpsons dolls is very mischievous she usually goes to Bart’s place…
Hi ya! It’s the Q of the Solar System!
Here’s another chappie!
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A Mother Knows, a sister woes and a
She was washing the dishes. Not so
unusual for her. There was one thing she did well in this world and
that was cleaning. The phone rang suddenly.
Mom? It’s me. Said the voice of
her youngest child.
Maggie! She was delighted. The
girl hadn’t called home since Christmas. How have you been?
Great. Listen Mom, She paused.
Can I come home for awhile?
Of course! Why do you need to ask?
Your father and Bart and Lisa will be trilled, we haven’t seen you in
five years after all. That was true. When Maggie graduated from
high school, she had moved to Capital City to find work.
Thanks. I’ll talk to you later.
Bye. And she hung up the phone.
AUTHORESS’S NOTE: Once again, thank you all for reading and reviewing! Every word is treasured. :) Enjoy chapter six! And I would also like to thank Snookiepuf for her brilliant idea for these two to play Twister! I have never myself played, so I apologize in advance for any inaccuracies I may have portrayed with the game. :) Happy reading!
The world outside was now completely a canvas of pearl-hued snow, glistening softly under the cerulean glow of the moon. It was quite a beautiful sight, the manner in which the moonlight struck the white-washed outdoors with just the right balance of light and dark to bring out the natural silky shimmer of the snow. Mr. Burns and I had paused by my window for a moment to gaze at the beatific, winter scene before bringing out the game of Twister, for which I was increasingly anxious. Even the halcyon scene outside my window could not sooth my nerves.
AUTHORESS’S NOTE: I’m sorry for the delay in posting the next chapter, but I started 10th grade on Thursday and have been busy with that. :( Luckily, I have the weekend now and will hopefully post more this next coming week as well. Once again, thank you all for reading and reviewing! Every word is truly cherished. :) Enjoy chapter nine!
As a rivulet of Mr. Burns tears strolled down the right lapel of my nightshirt, I wrapped my arms around my friend as tightly as I could and had no idea what else to do. For a few lengthy minutes that seemed to last forever, we just lay there together, Mr. Burns weeping slowly but surely dying down to smaller, irregular sobs. I just lay there, not saying a word, just letting Mr. Burns cry, and I felt tremendously guilty for not even offering a consoling word. But the truth was, I didnt have a single one to say. Perhaps most obviously because I was unsure of what Mr. Burns was crying about, although I had an idea.
Simpsons…seriously, that series is, like, over twenty years old,
and it seems to not showing any signs of stopping! Well, when the
original voice actors die and when the creators/producers/people who
work on the show either quit, get fired, or die and go into the
afterlife, I guess that would be it for the Simpsons…but I’m being
to gosh darn negative! I should be proud that the Simpsons helped
shaped today’s society, and that…well…err…I don’t know, I’m
just happy that the Simpsons is still going well and strong. Anyway,
here’s my Simpsons fanfic, and I hope all of you folks out there
enjoy it (especially fans, hehe). And why are particular one-shots of mine that aren’t in the Super Smash Brothers section are short, I do not know. Unfortunately, it must be because I’m RUSHED. (sigh) Just enjoy the stupid story.
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We all saw it on TV, a new gorge was opening but this one is not natural, it was once a city, our original home of Springfield where our family, friends and neighbors were all trapped in thanks to Homer. They tried to kill us but thanks to Maggies sink hole filled sandbox we escaped.
Right now I feel somewhat responsible, I feel I need to save them, make everything right again by cleaning up the mess he made. I often have to talk Homer into fixing what he started, I forgive him afterward and we never speak of it again. This time is different though, Homer wont fix it and now Springfield is doomed if we dont tell anyone.
But would I leave Homer just to warn someone of what the government is going to do to Springfield? I look down at the kids; all three of them seem to be thinking the same thing I am.
So You See: Chapter 5 Finally Awake
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Authoresses Note: Well Im back and while I was away I wrote down several chapters in a journal so the updates should be quick. As for my other stories I just have to type out the chapters I had hand written so they should be up soon enough.
Where am I? He muttered aloud but found he was completely alone and received no answer. From what he could determine was that he was in a lying position.
His vision was swimming in and out of focus. He could feel his glasses on his face but his eyes were still adjusting. He tried to lift his arms to his head but they felt like lead weights. He couldnt find anything else to do but wait. Finally his vision returned and he could take a good look at his surroundings.