the simpsons

[master1234]

Hi -was wondering if anybody would write a story to me about the simpsons! With Marge Simpson maybe N/C or hard sex with Homer.Maybe even Ned Flanders wife and other charectors!!!
D`oh,
Ben.

 

[Guest]

Ooh, good idea! And how about throwing Groundskeeper Willie in there!

 

[Guest]

And how about throwing Groundskeeper Willie in there!

lol

 

[Cookiefour]

To me The Simpsons hare holy so I will never read a story about them in a sexual way. That would ruin it for me.

 

[master1234]

The only reason i want a story is since the mean so much!

 

[Cookiefour]

Simpsons

I know. I hardly think you would want one if you didn't like the show. Who's your fave?

 

[master1234]

Mr Burns rocks-i also think moe is great!
But of course Homer will always be the best!

 

[Cookiefour]

Excellent.

Homes is, indeed, The King.

 

[Basia]

Wow.... That's something I never thought I would get to see...

Not that I think about it though, it would be a cool idea!

 

[DoorNumberOne]

“Homer?” She whispered to the silhouette nervously, blinking awake. The man’s shape loomed over her without answering. She could hear his raspy breathing.
Marge Simpson’s heart was thudding. She gasped when the bed sheet was pulled away from her body with a snap. The figure tossed it to the floor. Marge clutched the hem of her nightshirt instinctively, pressing it to her thighs. “Homie?”
Something clicked.
In the moonlight from the window, Marge Simpson saw the flash of silver from the open switchblade. She gasped out loud.
“Be a good girl,” said the stranger. “Don’t make me hurt you.” His voice was low and dangerous. “Pull your gown up.”
“No…please…” Marge moaned. Tears welled in her eyes. She tried to sink into the bed.
“Don’t make me hurt you,” he said. “I’m not going to tell you again.” The knife turned and caught the light wickedly in the otherwise dark bedroom.
Groaning, Marge Simpson pulled her short gown up. The pale moonlight revealed the trembling housewife’s bare thighs and white panties.
“Spread your legs,” he said. His voice was gruff and slurred from alcohol.
Marge Simpson turned her face from him. Her thighs slipped apart...

--I also never thought about it before, but I might give it a whirl. LoL… I’m trying to write another story at the moment, so it might take me a few days.

 

[The_high_king]

hmm...

When I read this it dosn't sound like the simpsons, it sounds like melrose place or some crappy show like that. At least thats how i see it.

 

[DoorNumberOne]

The_High_King,

Well, when I first read the idea and thought about it, I realized we were talking about a visual world grounded in a two-dimensional, cartoon medium. I was faced with translating that to flat text, which is a problem since The Simpsons was never intended to be anything but visual. Reduced to the flat story level it had all the substance of, say, a whisp of Homer's hair, or perhaps, the beer sheen between Moe's passed out forehead and the bar. I could write a bare script, but that's hardly entertaining. I had to prop the story up with something. After all, stories don't grow legs and prop themselves, and Marge doesn't really exist. I had to try and make Marge seem real, so I surrounded her with bits of (hopefully) well-placed realistic detail. I had to paint a picture with words instead of pigment. I tossed in a healthy dash of human emotion because, after all, that's what catches us. That's what it's all about. That's what we are and what we look for.
Later on I worried and thought that I should come back and let everyone know that the threat of violence was merely a plot device, but I never did. The knife would never be used, nor would Marge's cartoonish-orange/yellow cheek ever be slapped. Why would I treat ever her in such a way when there were more erotic ways to go? I'd much rather kiss her blue-furred bush, if only with my typing fingers.
And, for the record, I'm one of those left-out souls who haven't watched a single episode of Melrose Place. I was too busy watching Star Trek! (But I do remember reading that Courtney Cox joined the series. Remember when she played on the ill-fated "Misfits of Science" in the eighties? Damn I wish that show had lived! She turned me inside out way back then!)
But anyway, how would you have written it, King? Seriously?
ps-Standing in the corner for long stretches can exercize one's imagination! I haven't yet figured out whether that's cursed or lucky.

 

[The_high_king]

then again...

Then maybe the story should have more of some Simpson personality. Think about it, their has to be some comedy. The way you wrote that seemed so dark.

 

[DoorNumberOne]

That's a great point. I tend to get too dark in my writing--but, then, the only stories I've ever written before were supernatual horror...Stephen Kingish stuff. I'm trained to think like that and it's hard to break from it. Humor is something I've only just now started experimenting with in my writing.
In real life I have a pretty good sense of humor, but I could never get it down on the written page, for some reason. I guess I always thought that either a story was funny, or it was serious. One or the other. Lately, as I practice writing, I'm learning that it can (and perhaps even should) be blended.
Looking back on what I wrote about The Simpson's, I see you're exactly right! It reads darker than I intended. Hmm. I missed the whole atmosphere of the cartoon while I was trying to make it realistic. Doh!

 

[DoorNumberOne]

OK, how's this...

Marge Simpson flipped the bed sheet back away from her bare thighs, but didn’t get up. Moonlight fell in a bright square across her bed from the window.
It was late, and Homer wasn’t back from the bar yet. She sighed heavily. She folded her hands on her stomach and stared at the ceiling. She twiddled her thumbs. The long blue ‘do on the top of her head rested against the pillow like an exclamation mark of impatience. She twiddled her thumbs again.
Her white nightie had risen during her brief sleep. Marge reached down to straighten it, but paused instead. Her hand played along the soft skin of her yellow thigh, and then slowly slipped up along the inside. She parted her legs slightly. She sighed when her fingertips brushed the soft cotton of her blue panties. Marge groaned, low and husky, when she found the moist heat there. Her nipples popped up like twin bullets against the thin gown.
A silhouette fell across the window and Marge gasped. She snapped her hand away from her panties and sat up quickly. Her eyes were large with alarm. A man’s form was moving outside. The window was open and Marge heard a twig snap with his step.
Suddenly, he crashed over some forgotten toy on the lawn and was gone.
“D’oh!”
Marge left the bed. “Homer?” She called, going to the window. “What in the world are you doing out there? You almost gave me a heart attack!”
“I’m not Homer,” said Homer from the ground. “I’m an unscrupulous prowler bent on ravaging your supple and helpless body.” He was wearing a black ski mask.
Marge giggled. “Oh, my goodness,” she said. “I better do everything you say, no matter how nasty and depraved.”
“That’s right,” he said. There was a long pause. “Can you help me up first?”
“Oh, Homie,” Marge said, giggling again. “I’ll be right there...”

 

[The_high_king]

thats more like it.

ic: This one is way, WAY, better. Nice going. You should really consider a futurama story in the near future. Remember to put this new thread in the srp section.

 

[tmuyo]

dear god who art in....

wait, what the fuck am i saying? that geezer napping up there if he exists couldn't do more than fart thunderbolts.

anyway, i cannot sanction such a horrible idea...lol. that's why someone else will have to do it...

i doubt i'd read a simpsons theme or futurama them story, but it would be an interesting idea to see sink or swim.

 

[DoorNumberOne]

High,
Thanks..and thanks for the input! You gave me a lot to think about. A Futurama story now! Yer Killin' me!
But now that you mention it...

"Opening her one, centered eye, she blinked in the darkness of her quarters.."

 

[Basia]

Okay... Now this is getting weird... even for me....

Next you'll be describing the Flanders bedro-...... Maybe I should have kept my mouth shut on that one.....