Bad fic is BAD!

Haven

Badly good, though. Like, uh, the phrase badly good.

"Hello! Said ckira trying not to be a creepy dude and failing. "I need to know some evil people."

"Why?"

"It's for….. a school project."

"You look too old to be a schooly dude."

"That is because I am."

"Okay. Here are some evil dudes"

She read the list out.

"Hold on, let me get my note book out. So I don't forget"

He pulled out his death note but put his finger over the word death so noone would know. He writ a dudes name down and he died in the jail in front of them.

"WTF!" screamed desk lady.

The cop with an afro came out and said "WTF also"

"That had nothing to do with me" said ckira and they believed him because he was a good liar and he threated to death note them if they dint.

Tnu1138

Like I said there are three sound explanations for the spelling 1. She didn't remember how to spell the names. 2. She was listening to someone else read the books. 3. She only has had exposure to the films.

Manly McMacho

...This isn't even the same badfic.

And let's face it, the only explanation is either that she's a troll or she has like, one braincell.

Tnu1138

I know but I felt a necessity to transfer the issue here immediately and was responding to someone in my thread with that post.

Manly McMacho

[obligatory mention of The Pokémon Story here]

Imipolex G

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commentary forthcoming

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Imipolex G

ENOBY IS so HAWT

right?

Idler

Maria was getting beaten for the third time that day. Her fathers
shoe, steel capped, hit her kidney. She knew that she should be
unconscious but their was something wrong with Harry. She ran outside
and then it began to rain.

She made it to Harry's house just in
time to see Uncle Vernon come from the back yard, hands covered in
blood. She ran to the back yard but was stopped by Vernon and her
father.

"I can't wait to see Harry" Ron said, he was in the car driving to Harry's house.

"Yeah, talk about a great birthday present, getting away from the Dursleys"

It was raining so heavily that the neighbours were having trouble seeing beyond a meter away from their houses.

They
then stooped a house away from Harry's house to hear someone screaming,
whimpering. The 5 of them; Fred, George, Charlie, Ron and Mr Weasley
took out their wands and made the way a bit clearer, they saw two grown
men, beating and kicking a figure on the floor.

Mr Weasley stunned both of them, including Dudley and Petunia who were in the car.

Vernon got the last word "It's too late, my dear"

They
turned around and saw the figure running to the backyard. They followed
her. She ran to the garden shed. Mr Weasley tried to pull her away, so
that they could open the locks, when they did she ran in. Then screamed.

She came out with the lifeless body of Harry. Blood covered her, her and his blood.

Viani

Finding the kitchen wasn't hard at all given the variety of aromas
wafting from it. Tamao came into the well-lit room, which was also
western-style if a bit outdated. The appliances were all modern,
however. Not surprising given Hisoka-senpai lives here and how much she appears to enjoy cooking.

What happened next was a surprise, however. A moment after entering the room, she felt herself pulled into Nagisa's...dammit, no, Hiromi's...arms.
Tamao looked into eyes...and found herself falling. Hiromi was
surprisingly strong for someone Tamao's size, and the redhead's left arm
and hand held her firm. Hiromi's right arm also enveloped her and those
fingertips began softly, barely drifting along a thin spot in her
Miator uniform's fabric she never realized was there before. She
couldn't move. Her heart raced and her mouth went dry. Thought fled her
mind. Nothing existed but those eyes and the sensation of being held.
The eyes came closer and Tamao melted. Breath smelling faintly of
strawberries replaced the kitchen smells which had previously been so
distinct. A vanishing voice in the back of her mind was crying, "This is
wrong. That's not Nagisa." I don't care! was the
last remnant of coherent, semi-conscious thought as her eyes closed and
she desperately awaited the touch of lips on her own.

But the
touch never came. Instead she felt herself turned around, arms enfolding
her chastely from behind, and a face buried in her hair. "Dear heart,
that is what Nagisa feels in Shizuma's arms. You have a taste of why,
when Shizuma selfishly forced the issue in front of the whole world, my
niece had to go her. I am sure to go to Hell for what I just did, but
you had to understand. This was also the only way anything between us
would be normal, tonight or ever. I'm not Nagisa. If anything I'm
Shizuma. I could even be your Shizuma, Tamao. I could have you. Your
desire is there and I can easily see why Nagisa is smitten with you. But
I don't think that's what you really need, and unlike Shizuma today,
unlike the me of ten years ago, I care about that."

Hiromi
squeezed the embrace around Tamao briefly. "Please forgive my niece,
please forgive me, and most of all, find it in your heart to forgive
Shizuma."

Lunate

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