Book Four: Redemption-Epilogue Book Four: RedemptionBook Four: Redemption-Epilogue7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Redemption- n. The act of saving from a state of sinfulness or making up for past mistakes
The next few weeks would be the beginning of redemption. After our cry-fest, I showed them some brochures of Family Counseling I had in my pocket.
We all need to do this. The sessions arent the cheapest things in the world, but Im willing to spend my money that Ive saved up.
EnglandxReader The BookI suppose a story of this sort ought to begin with a greeting. Hello. I am the writer. And you, of course, are my character.EnglandxReader The Book7 months ago in Romance More Like This
I never meant for this to happen. When I wrote you, you were just words on a page. Then you fell in love. I don't know how it happened, only that it did. Now here you are. Do you remember what happened?
Perhaps you don't. Shall I refresh your memory?
It was spring when I first started writing your story. The idea came to me as I walked along the shore and watched the angry gray sea. The story would be an epic adventure, full of strange creatures and fierce enemies and a main character unlike any other.
I took a few days for me to organize my thoughts before I sat down to write. The words flew out of my mind through my fingers. In no time I had the first eight chapters written. It was around that time that I began having dreams about the world I created, and the characters who dwelt there.
I wrote like I'd never written before. I had to constantly remind myself to
If The World Is a Book I Want to Read Every PageIf The World Is a Book I Want to Read Every Page2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
If The World is a Book, I Want to Read Every Page.
Let me memorize each dotted "i"
of moonlights freckled face
Trace the silver ripples
of a seashores wrinkled page
Count the auburn stanzas 'tween
the depths of trembling trees
Ride upon the vessel
of a sun-kissed simile.
Open sky-stripped windows
to the sigh of cursive clouds
Shuffle through the metaphors
Awaking through the ground
Slant the sails of poetry
toward continents of sea
Deep into the jungles where
the verses lace the trees.
Catch the winds of free verse
Or the open waves of rhyme
Sift through ocean ballads
where the sunset greets the tide.
Study drops of scripture
as it clicks against the street
Sleep between the pages
of departed poetry.
Book Five: Recovery-Epilogue EPILOGUEBook Five: Recovery-Epilogue7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Book Five: Recovery
Recovery- n. A return to a normal condition
Looking back on it all, I realize just how much of a dramatic time in my life it all was. But dont think I lived happily ever after. Like all families, we ha
Your Heart Is A Song BookYour heart is a songbook,Your Heart Is A Song Book4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Bound together with time alone.
The parchment is stained with a life time of experience
And you sing melodies a pure as a snowy winter morning.
But you sing to a different tune
And your lyrics are not clear,
What is it that you sing of?
I am eager to hear.
If I could I would read you, I would,
But you keep yourself hidden and obscured
By walls and bars of the coldest steel.
What is it that you cry for?
I am dying to know.
If I could hear you, I would dance the same dance,
I would march to the same beat.
But you are stuck in your cage, and I on the outside.
What magic is your lifes song made of?
Could I be your dancer?
Or how about your abracadabra?
What must I do to set you free?
The rhymes chanted to free your magical aura,
I would chant them untill I have no more breath.
The exotic strides and bounds of your dance,
I will learn them even if it takes a life time.
What ever you are missing I will find it.
Who ever you are seeking I will find them.
I am here, s
BOOK OF QUOTES 2 part 1From SwirlyRockStar:BOOK OF QUOTES 2 part 16 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
"I'm crazy man! I let my peas and mashed potatoes touch!"
I don't have gender preferences, I have people preferences!
"Boys don't fall for me, I trip them!" Stolen from a t-shirt I saw one time.
"And then this slide goes here, you select this, and then it shall be my squishy and I shall name him squishy." (I was referring to the slide show i was making.)
"My plan is...well, now that I think about it, I don't have one. Whaddya say we throw these mashed potatoes at Hayden?"
I burn brightly. Throw water on me, and the smoke that curls to the night sky has more freedom than you ever will.
I die and I cry, I laugh and I sing. I'm not that different from you.
"My 'something tells me' that your 'something tells you' is right." ((Me, to my friend Emi-chan))
And, "A hundred years of alcohol leaving the body by any means possible is not a pretty sight." ((Artemis Fowl, first chap
Character Profile FormCharacter Profile Form8 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Meaning of name:
Origin of name:
Socioeconomic level as a child:
Socioeconomic level as an adult:
Most important childhood event that still affects him/her:
Other memories/events that still affects him/her and why/how:
Past failures s/he would be embarrassed to have people know about and why:
Biggest role model:
Biggest disillusions from childhood:
The Book ThiefIt was always her. The one behind the shelves. Lurking behind the next case. Not hiding, not anything of that sort.The Book Thief5 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
It was obviously her. The one pausing over each title. The one whose fingers lingered over each leather binding.
It was no one but her. There was always this glow, this gleam in her eyes as she gazed at the creamy pages. Eyes of a magpie that girl had, always hidden behind umber hair. Peering through and siphoning the words from the page.
It was the way that she moved. That's how you knew. The way she rubbed her lower lip with her thumb. The way her eyes darted, swam across every line. Or floated I should say. Floated on ink over every wet word.
It was her breath. Eternally bated, as if waiting for the end. Waiting and watching and breathing in again. In and out, up and down. Rising and falling like a personal tide, the waves being pulled by another man's words.
She must have known. She must have felt inside the craft that went into each of these markings. The work, the t
NoNo you can’t do that!No5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
No you can’t have that!
No we can’t afford that!
No that’s not healthy for you!
No you can’t stay up that late!
No you need to loose at least five more pounds!
No that college won’t accept your lazy self!
No that’s not perfect!
No a ‘98’ can’t be your best!
No you can’t make a living from writing!
No you can’t do what you dream!
No, no, no, no, NO!
I’m so tired of ‘No’!
Yes you can just sit there like a good girl.
Yes you can eat all these protein shakes and vitamins.
Yes you can be the perfect person I want.
Yes I’ll go take a bunch of advanced classes I’ll never pass.
Yes I’ll go become an engineer like everyone else.
Yes I’ll give up on my dreams cause they’re stupid.
Is that what it w
BOOK OF QUOTES 2 part 2From Crosby-Chan:BOOK OF QUOTES 2 part 26 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
How many FISH does a starFEET have?
Me: Damn you....what the hell are we talking about?
"Haha" is really just part of "MWAAAHAAAAHAAA!"
"Extraordinary is really just 'extra ordinary'."
my favorite quote from 'innocence'
Kisame: sasori...you love him
sasori: ...i dont love him....
kisame: you just want to put him in bunny suit and molest him.
oddly enough, from twilight:
edward: sex...money...sex...money...the bill...money...cat?
cat guy: *sigh*
bella: your mood swings are giving me whip lash
me *reading fortune cookie* Achievement is 1% aspiration and 99% perspiration
devina: in bed
*this was during an RP* * i played taiyo, sam played robin*
taiyo: look!!! if we could get the lecture a girlfriend! *motions to the moaning door* we can get you one!
robin: raises eyebrow*
why i love older men - Johnney depp, Dr. Collins, and sasori.
That BookEncouragementThat Book3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Hello. Do you remember me? I'm that book, over there. We met a long time ago. In fact, next summer it will have been ten years.
I'm also not finished. At first, I thought you forgot about me, but that is ridiculous. I ring through your mind even today, if only a faint background noise. My story still exists, and you yearn still to continue it - yet you hesitate. Yet you make excuses. And now, I know what you are thinking.
You are afraid of writing poorly. You are afraid of losing your place, of forgetting where the plot was going - of becoming everything you despise. And now, you consider forsaking me.
Keep on going, my friend. I have been there through your tough years: when you were alone, angry, and hurt, I was who you turned to. I fueled you to carry on toward your dream. You gave your heart to me when you kept writing, even after you lost all your work. You cannot simply forget me, or simply quit writing. I will always be there, as I am now, in the back
England X Reader ~ The Book ~ PamelaEngland X Reader ~ The Book ~ Pamela, or Virtue RewardedEngland X Reader ~ The Book ~ Pamela8 months ago in Romance More Like This
With a purposeful stride you quickly schlepped your bag to the English section, you had one book in mind and nothing was going to stop you from reading. You had looked up in the Directory online and saw that they had it.
You had heard of it from your Baroque History course, and ever since you were determined to read it for yourself. Ever since you were a kid you devoured books very similar to the way other children devoured candy. It only made sense for you to get a degree in English and now you were nearly done with your degree. One more semester and then you walk out into the real world with a diploma tucked firmly under your arm.
And if you were to be frank, you were absolutely terrified.
There was no guarantee that you could make a living out there.
But right now you were going to relish in the security of University.
Retaining the same purpose in your step you walked to the England subsection. You quickly found R and with a
France X Reader ~ The Book ~ Les MiserablesFrance X Reader ~ The Book ~ Les MiserablesFrance X Reader ~ The Book ~ Les Miserables8 months ago in Romance More Like This
You quickly scurried up the stairs to the second floor, humming the tune to At the End of the Day. After your parents had taken you to the Broadway version of Les Miserables you had fallen in love with the French revolutionary tale.
Though your love for the play you still haven’t read the book. As one of the things that you desperately wanted to do, you figured that this was the best opportunity to read a book that you desperately wanted to read and get marks for it.
After climbing the stairs you entered through the door to the floor, and then began to walk the giant circle out to where the French Literature was being kept.
Spanish… Portuguese…. Dutch…
Aw here it is, French Literature, now to find Victor Hugo.
Your eyes began scanning the bookshelves, looking for those familiar letters that you had associated with childlike nostalgia.
Well there’s Victor Hugo, now to find Les Miserables.
Germany x Reader: By the Book"________!" someone called loudly across the break room, causing you to wince at the harsh tone. What did I do this time? you wondered as you turned around to face the source of the outburst- a tall German man named Ludwig; a close friend of yours but not terribly forgiving when he noticed a mistake.Germany x Reader: By the Book1 year ago in Romance More Like This
"Y-yes?" you replied timidly as he stalked over to you. He noticed the intimidated look on your face and instantly seemed taken aback, rearranging his stern features into an awkwardly forced grin.
"H-hallo ______, I didn't mean to startle you... erm, can I, ah, ask you something?"
Pinpoints of sweat were gleaming on his brow, and you watched him puzzledly. "Of course, Ludwig. What can I help you with?"
Sighing briefly through his nose, he looked away and awkwardly ran his fingers through his slicked-back blonde hair. "I-I vas vondering if maybe you vould like to come... out... for a cup of coffee vith me sometime!" he finished on a triumphant note, the bright smile still painfully p
Always... Book 1 Chapter 7Always... Book 1 Chapter 73 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Almost over night, the weather took a sharp turn for the worst. It wasn't cold enough for snow to fall, but it was certainly on the right track. The castle got colder, and the dungeons felt like deep freezers. Students had been running through the halls in large groups, huddling to keep warm despite their thick winter cloaks and scarves.
Almost a week had passed since Snape stopped Quirrell, but the Defense Against the Darks Arts teacher seemed to be going out of his way to avoid Snape. However, Severus had a much more pressing matter to attend to. His leg wasn't healing quite right, and he was starting to become concerned. As it was Dumbledore's wish to keep the staff ignorant of Quirrell's actions, lest Quirrell himself become suspicious and try to escape, Snape had avoided going to Madame Pomfrey to have his leg healed.
He pulled down an old copy of Healing and Restorative Draughts by Medicus Tedavi, and began to leaf through the worn pages. He finally managed to find the All
Always... Book 1 Chapter 6Always... Book 1 Chapter 63 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The next few weeks seem to slow to crawl. Severus soon found himself both dreading, and eagerly anticipating Thursday afternoons and the first year students that would stare silently up at him for two hours.
The Potter boy caused him particular distress. He absolutely hated looking into those green eyes, but nothing gave him more pleasure than to torment the son and spitting image of his childhood enemy.
His only respite from the turmoil that threatened to consume him, he found in his sixth year students. Particularly a bright, Slytherin girl named Ingrid Eastchurch.
She was a relatively thin girl with icy blue eyes, and short, white hair. Because she was a Slytherin, Snape was already predisposed to prefer her to his other N.E.W.T. students, but she really did possess an incredible talent for potion-making a talent that he hadn't seen since his own days at school.
As it was Halloween, classes had been released early, and most of the school was preparing to
HetaliaxReader-Lost my Book!HetaliaxReader: Lost my Book!HetaliaxReader-Lost my Book!2 years ago in Romance More Like This
That's exactly what happened. You lost your precious book. But it was no ordinary book. Nono..it was your DIARY. The thing you held close, and wrote everything-and I mean EVERYTHING-and now you had gone and lost it. You searched around the whole world conference building, but to no avail. It was like it vanished into thin air.
"No no no..." you mumbled to yourself as you bit down hard on your lip. "It has to be here."
You had to find it fast..before another country picked it up and well...read all your secrets!
You remember leaving it on the table just after the meeting, you came back after speaking with England, and it was gone.
"Hey (your name)!!!!" a voice echoed through the halls. That voice belonged to America. Maybe he knew where the book was.
"Hey America!" you shouted happily back. Being nice was kay to solving things like this. "I seemed to have misplaced my book..do you know where it is?"
Always... Book 1 Chapter 8Always... Book 1 Chapter 83 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The poultice worked like a dream. His leg felt much better the next morning, even if it wasn't completely healed, it still bled, and he had to replace the bandages every few hours, but at least he could stop limping.
The school was abuzz with excitement. The first Quidditch match of the season was taking place at eleven o'clock: Slytherin versus Gyffindor. Snape took his place in the staff box, between McGonagall and Sinistra.
No sooner had he sat down, than the two teams walked out on to the field, and the captains joined Madame Hooch at the center. She said something to them, and they all mounted their brooms. A moment later, she gave a loud blast on her whistle, and all fifteen brooms rose up into the air.
"And the Quaffle is take immediately by Angelina Johnson of Gryffindor what an excellent Chase that girl is, and rather attractive, too" Lee Jordan, a Gryffindor third year, sat in the row in front of Snape, commentating the match.
"JORDAN!" McGonagall shouted at him.
Akatsuki out of a Book How to Read Akatsuki Out of a BookAkatsuki out of a Book6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Chapter 1: The Girl Who Called Them Out
A girl about 13 with waist length pink hair and jade orbs looked around her room nervously. 'Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap...' she thought as she stood in the corner. One minute ago she was reading some strange words from a fictional book about a group called the Akatsuki, and now there are nine, NINE boys in her room. They claim to be the Akatsuki from her book. 9 boys, no, criminals in her room.
The unlucky girl's name was Sakura Haruno.
Sakura was always the average girl at Konoha Middle School. She was in between popular an