Catherine: I am Heathcliff.
Heathcliff: No, I am Heathcliff.
Catherine: No, I am. Look it says so right here in the book.
Heathcliff: Hmm... that's odd, who wrote the book?
Catherine: Someone called Emily Bronte
Heathcliff: Don't know her. Do you?
Catherine: Nope.
Heathcliff: So how did Ms. Bronte describe me in the book?
Catherine: Let's see... Well it says here that Heathcliff is the darkest character ever written about in English literature.
Heathcliff: Since when are people judged based on skin colour! And anyways, my skins not that dark!
Catherine: I think she meant dark as in evil...
Heathcliff: Oh. I feel horribly stupid rig
Scene I: Living Room
[Madam is sitting on a couch centerstage. White lights fade in to 100% when the music fades out.]
Madam: (shrill, annoyed tone) ALFRED!… ALFRED!… ALFRED!
[Alfred walks onstage towards the couch]
Alfred: (frustrated) Yes Madam Poisson!? You DO NOT have to shout! I could hear you the first time!
Madam: (furious) How dare you talk back to me!
Alfred: I can do how I please! You aren't the one in charge around here!
Madam: (soft, evil tone) As you know, [Stands] the master is not with us anymore… WHICH MEANS I AM IN CHARGE NOW!
Alfred: (restrained anger) He is only dead because you killed him!
Madam: You think so do y
Tomatoes, Guns and Old Ladies by happymage, literature
Literature
Tomatoes, Guns and Old Ladies
(PERFORMER, wearing a shirt stained with blood, limps towards the BENCH on the stage, stage is brightly lit as some DEPRESSING FUNERAL MUSIC plays in the background.)
PERFORMER:
Hello.
You must be wondering why my shirt seems to be stained with blood.
Well don't worry it isn't blood... it's tomato sauce.
(DEPRESSING FUNERAL MUSIC stops playing)
You see a couple of minutes ago i was just run over by a very large truck, that just so happened to be transporting a fresh batch of tomato sauce to the supermarket.
Oh and by the way, don't bother calling an ambulance, i will be dead soon anyway.
I have been having the worst week of my life.
I rest on the warm, rusted sand.
My body lays wasted.
I think of my past,
Reflect upon my life.
Will i be remembered, or will i pass away in annonymity?
I lay here alone on this dark, lonely beach.
Left alone waiting for my soul to expire.
The Smotchberry Chronicles by happymage, literature
Literature
The Smotchberry Chronicles
Paul P. Smotchberry seemed like a typically, successful, British man in his early twenties. He was a freelance photographer who was paid large sums of money for most of his work. He owned a large and chic flat near the British Museum, as well as, a brand new Mini Cooper, a classic 2003 Aston Martin Vanquish, & a popular digital art gallery near Leicester Square. However, once you got to know him, it really did not take long before you realised that Paul was a bit odd.
Every fourteenth day of the month, Paul would do something people found really bizzare he would look for a part of the sky that he hadn't seen before and would proceed to mar
The echos of WAR stain my mind.
The innocents that will die.
The murderers that won't cry.
The souls that will never return.
The echos of WAR stain my mind.
The old saying comes to mind:
FOLLOW THE LEADER OR QUESTION WHY?
You wake up expecting her to be there
You smell the scent of her hair
You taste her red lips,
See shades of her immortal eyes
Even though she was never there
I Sit Here Alone.
Waiting.
Waiting for gravity,
Wanting levity
Waiting for money,
Wanting love
Waiting for someone to fall,
Wanting someone to rise
Waiting for death,
Wanting life
Waiting for war,
Wanting peace
But really, there is nothing worth waiting for.
The echos of WAR stain my mind.
The innocents that will die.
The murderers that won't cry.
The souls that will never return.
The echos of WAR stain my mind.
The old saying comes to mind:
FOLLOW THE LEADER OR QUESTION WHY?
The Smotchberry Chronicles by happymage, literature
Literature
The Smotchberry Chronicles
Paul P. Smotchberry seemed like a typically, successful, British man in his early twenties. He was a freelance photographer who was paid large sums of money for most of his work. He owned a large and chic flat near the British Museum, as well as, a brand new Mini Cooper, a classic 2003 Aston Martin Vanquish, & a popular digital art gallery near Leicester Square. However, once you got to know him, it really did not take long before you realised that Paul was a bit odd.
Every fourteenth day of the month, Paul would do something people found really bizzare he would look for a part of the sky that he hadn't seen before and would proceed to mar
I rest on the warm, rusted sand.
My body lays wasted.
I think of my past,
Reflect upon my life.
Will i be remembered, or will i pass away in annonymity?
I lay here alone on this dark, lonely beach.
Left alone waiting for my soul to expire.
Tomatoes, Guns and Old Ladies by happymage, literature
Literature
Tomatoes, Guns and Old Ladies
(PERFORMER, wearing a shirt stained with blood, limps towards the BENCH on the stage, stage is brightly lit as some DEPRESSING FUNERAL MUSIC plays in the background.)
PERFORMER:
Hello.
You must be wondering why my shirt seems to be stained with blood.
Well don't worry it isn't blood... it's tomato sauce.
(DEPRESSING FUNERAL MUSIC stops playing)
You see a couple of minutes ago i was just run over by a very large truck, that just so happened to be transporting a fresh batch of tomato sauce to the supermarket.
Oh and by the way, don't bother calling an ambulance, i will be dead soon anyway.
I have been having the worst week of my life.
The echos of WAR stain my mind.
The innocents that will die.
The murderers that won't cry.
The souls that will never return.
The echos of WAR stain my mind.
The old saying comes to mind:
FOLLOW THE LEADER OR QUESTION WHY?
Favourite genre of music: Alternative Rock, Indie Favourite style of art: Vector Art, Photography Operating System: Fedora Linux: Core 2, Mac OS 10.4 MP3 player of choice: iTunes Shell of choice: Gnome 2.6 Personal Quote: I invented the word "Smotchberry"
Favourite Movies
The Motorcycle Diaries
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Coldplay, Death Cab for Cutie, Foo Fighters, Keane, Snow Patrol, The Postal Service, U2
Listening to: X & Y by Coldplay
Watching: Hotel Rwanda
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After close to a year away from the deviantART community, I have decided to return back to the place I called home when I first joined almost 3 years ago.
A lot has changed in my life since then and I have experienced both the extreme bitterness and sweetness of what life has to offer.
I start a new page of my time here renewed with a strong motivation to try and make a difference on what was once a small "neighbourhood" community.
I would like to thank anyone and everyone that supported and encouraged me in the past and those that will support me in the
Hey QAYSER!!! its meeee ..michele!~.erm..not sure if u remember me tho...i found ur thingey in josh's page...juz thot i visited...really good stuff on here >.<..josh says ur bz so u hardly come here...neways..go c my gallery if u have time!!
byee byee
Miss yaaa
Happy Birthday to you! Hope that you have a good one this time around. (Though, if not, well .. there's always next year to have a better time, right?)
Cheers! This one's on me:
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Enjoy! (Put it on my tab. I don't ever intend on paying it!)