Ying Yang

Three words: music, hate, feel by Lizmarily

Story by Leira C. Sánchez Quiñones

            I laid on my bed with my arms and legs spread out, like a star. My Beats headphones played music softly. It was loud enough to be heard but not loud enough drown my thoughts. I wanted to stop thinking about her but at the same time I didn't want to stop. Mostly, I wondered how could a heart feel love and hate all at the same time?

            I hated her for what she had done to me but I loved her for how she was with me. I hated her for breaking my heart but I loved her for teaching what love is in the first place.

            I loved her honesty but when she spoke the truthful words of her betrayal, I hated it. Why did she have to tell me? If she hadn't told me, we could've continued on being the great couple we were. If it didn't mean anything, why did it have the power to destroy in a second what we built in a year?

            Why did she do it in the first place? Because she wanted to. Was I not enough for her?

            I could feel rage seeping into my heart again. Why didn't I punch her when I had the chance? Because I love her. Why did I have to love her?

            Memories of our relationship raced through my mind. Our first date, our first kiss. A question written with icing on a cake. The answer in my heart, in my lips. Betrayal. Rage. Hate.

            I yanked my Beats off and threw them on the ground next to my bed. I had been mourning for far too long.

Randomland: Fulan and the Nets

Randomland's adventures continue!

Words were provided by: Jorge, Juan, Angelli, Kiara, Juan A, Jonellys, Christie.
Written by Leira Carola

Fulan and the Nets



Randomland was a very close place. It was home to many species and its color had once been drained by an evil force. Thankfully, it had been restored by some very brave midgets. A year passed and Randomland had a new and improved princess, Princess Nakiromatsu.

Her way of governing had her socializing with the midgets and every other species in Randomland. Before she was a midget, Princess Nakiromatsu was a mere savage, the second lowest kind of midgets. Having lived a life as lacking as the one of a savage, Princess Nakiromatsu tried to changed that in a day-to-day basis. She had only escaped that life because she was a rare Midphoex—a creature so beautiful and rare, only seen once every five hundred years. Being a Midphoex proclaimed her the true princess of Randomland.

Fulan, the best friend of her sister's neighbor's kid's teacher's wife, had also been born a savage. Fulan was also different; she had too evolved from a savage. Except, Fulan evolved into a the most disgraceful evolution to walk Randomland. She evolved into a unicorn.

Unicorns are the most fabulous, styled and envied species. But, they too, had an underdog: the evolved unicorn. Unicorns were only praised if the were natural born unicorns. Evolved unicorns were ugly and tasted horrible.

Fulan wanted to take revange of her fate by getting rid of Princess Nakiromatsu. She befriended her. They would have sleepovers at the cheese-made castle, skip along the Beer River and even fondle each other's tingly parts from time to time.

The day that the Princess' husband-to-be walked in on them and saw Fulan's hand up the Princess' skirt she thought her master plan was ruined. Instead, she gained a new set of body parts to fondle. Now, they did everything in threesomes.

After one of their sessions, Princess Nakiromatsu fell asleep and Fulan seized the opportunity. She put a paralyzing spell on the husband-to-be. "Boomshakalaka," and he was paralyzed...for ever!

With a watagatapitusberry spell, Fulan conjured a net and hung it off the window frame of the tallest tower in the cheese-made castle. She farted a big smelly peo and "booooooooh," the princess fell in the net. Fulan turned on th lightbulb and bellowed to the whole land, "Bwahahahaha! I am now the sole princess and ruler of Randomland which will now be named FulanSan!"

"You dumbass," said a voice from the nets. Oh no! It was the princess; she was awake! "This net is made of chocolate, I'll be out of here in no time." She started chewing and chewing. Boy, she was fast! Well, that explained her fat ass.

When the princess chewed her way out, Fulan apologized and they got married since the husband-to-be turned in good-for-nothing-except-eating-and-pooping statue. Fulan got what she wanted and the Princess Nakiromatsu was dumb forevermore.



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Randomland

This is the outcome of taking a break while staying up all night to write an essay.

Words: Skittles, energy, yuk by Ana

There was once a land were there lived midgets that came in different colors. There was Lavander, the purple colored maiden; Poison, the green colored jerk; Charming, the blue colored prince; and Johnny, who was often called Lady Gaga.

As you walked through the beef jerky trees you’d see the rainbow of midgets.
Lavander awoke with a start when she heard a chanting coming from the woods.

“Tiru, Tiru, Tiru!”

She took out her blackberry and texted Charming so he’d protect her as they ventured into the forest. She sat on a lemon drop rock and waited. And waited. Since Charming never came she decided to be brave and hopped on a cotton candy unicorn. As she went over the Monster flavored river and entered the woods she saw Charming and Johnny getting jiggy with it.

Gasp! “Yuk.”

She confronted them as Poison came out from behind a beef jerky tree wearing only whipped cream. She then ran, screaming hysterically until she ran into Bigfaggot, also known as Camiela Santiago.

Bigfaggot sucked the color of Midget Land and ran like a whore full of energy.

It was Lavander’s mission to restore the color but she couldn’t do it alone. Poison, Charming and Lady Gaga had to help. They found a riddle left by Bigfaggot that insisted that Johnny had to cut off her dick in order for the color to be restored. So Poison bit it off, put it in a box, wrapped it and sent it to BIgfaggot through UPS.

It then rained Skittles and they ate them which brought back the color to the land except for Charming who tried to catch them with his mouth and choked to a slow, painful death.

¡Qué putazo!

Three Word Story: Violet, Foot and Butterfly

Leira C. Sanchez Quinones
August 26, 2010


Violet walked around her father's garden in an attempt to get away from her stepmother and half-siblings who were completely annoying. Only seven more weeks since could go back home.
She went around the house until she found herself standing on the driveway, staring at a bike. Clunking noises came from its other side. She walked closer to get a look when here foot caught on something sending her flying forward.

"Fuck!"

Now sitting on the cement driveway she saw she had tripped over a black toolbox. She held her foot trying to ease her pain and see how deep was the cut when she heard a young, male voice over her.

"Oh, I'm sorry," the guy said.

She looked up to see a tall, dark hottie standing over her.
He knelt down to look at her cut. "Is it bad?"
His eyes were green and he had a mole on the right side of his neck.
"Hello?" the guy said.
"Oh, I'm sorry," Violet said while trying not to blush. "What did you say?"
He smiled. "Your cut? Is it bad?"
Violet shook her head no.
"Either way, I'm going to run inside a second and get you a band-aid and something to clean it up with." He nodded his head towards her father's house.
"In-inside?"
"Yeah, I live here." He stood up and left. He wore skinny jeans which fitted him nice even though he didn't have a butt to fill it with.
As soon as he walked through the door Violet's mind started racing. He lived here?! How could he? She was sure the house he had just gone into was here father's. The same house where she'd been staying for the past week. Surely, she would've noticed a sixth person at the dinning table. Before she had a chance to look around and make sure there weren't two identical houses like her father's around, in case she had confused the homes, the guy was back.
He took her foot in his lap and, with a gauze, cleaned her cut.
"I'm Violet, by the way," she said, trying to ignore how weird she felt with her foot on s stranger's lap. On a hot stranger's hand.
"I'm Rodrigo," he said, rolling his r's and everything, "and I think your tattoo is rubbing off."
I waved him off. "It's okay."
"Why a butterfly?"

Three Word Story; Saving Princess Snoralot

This is the second installment in the unicorn series of three words. The first one hasn't been published. This is an example of what a three word story COULD be.

Pudding by Tessa; Puddle by Yashira and Crap by Cheerios

Tessa, the goddess of hay, and Yashira, the goddess of oil, teamed up to save Princess Snoralot from evil Dr. Cheerios, a doctor of cerealtic needs.


“Grab that unicorn,” Tessa yelled at Yashira just in time for her to turn around, see the brown unicorn approaching and tie a lasso around its neck. Tessa straddled the unicorn and took control of it.

“Wait a minute,” Yashira said, “unicorns aren’t supposed to be brown.”

“Blech,” Tessa said. She lifted her hands which were covered with something brown. “It smells like pudding, chocolate pudding.”

“But unicorns are made of cotton-candy.”

“Does it really matter what I’m made of?” asked the husky voice of the unicorn. “I’m here to take you to save Princess Snoralot.”

Tessa and Yashira locked eyes. Should they trust?

“Pull my tail,” the unicorn told Yashira.

“Is that the unicorn version of pull my finger?” she asked.

He glared so she pulled. He farted a green, foul smelling gas. The goddesses almost suffocated while the unicorn laughed.

“It never gets old,” the unicorn said between chuckles.

Yashira stood in front of him glaring.

“Okay, okay,” he said and opened his mouth revealing a note inscribed on his tongue with Princess Snoralot’s handwriting.

Go through the pee. Snafu will take you there.
PS. There’s nothing else, those are my initials.

Yashira climbed behind Tessa and the three arrived at a clearing half an hour later.

“There it is,” said Snafu and nodded his head to a puddle in front.

“Is that really pee?” Tessa said.

“It’s yellow and it smells like pee,” Yashira said.

“If that is pee then I’m made of crap,” said Snafu.

The goddesses looked at each other. “Beer.”

TO BE CONTINUED….

I dare you to a 3 word story

I do this with my friends. I find it inspires me. It's like a writing prompt. It is NOT a story consisting of solely three words.

Every week I will post 3 words. You (if you want) will write a story inspired by those three words and the story must INCLUDE the words. Take whatever context you think of it: i.e. orange, it could be the color or the fruit; your pick. Sometimes the words can be made up gibberish.

It is not meant to be a polished piece of work. You get the three words and write non-stop until the three words are included or until you want to stop. It must have the three words.

The story can be one sentence long or a thousand. It doesn't matter. It doesn't have to make sense. When i write them i usually like them to be humorous. But it's your pick.


You can publish it like you normally publish a story here on inkpop and comment with your link or you can post it right in the thread (if it's not too long).

What do you win? Inspiration. A crazy new story to add to your portfolio. And it's fun.
(8^.)

Ya ready?
First set of words are:

PICTURES, CARTOON, ARGUE