Incant and Deduct Part 3 SH HPIncantations and Deductions Chapter 3-In which the author discovers 'plot'Incant and Deduct Part 3 SH HP5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Whispering started early on the Thursday morning. Carl Powers, second year Hufflepuff, had never made it to his common room or dormitory the night before. At first Sherlock didn't think much of it; kids were always getting lost. Still, it was usually the first years who took wrong turns on the staircases or got led astray by some of the cheekier ghosts. A second year, missing all night was not unprecedented, but it still wasn't normal.
By first break the whispers had increased, become distorted and salacious as long hours passed and Carl had not returned with a bashful smile or delivered to the infirmary with some minor injury.
"Someone saw him going down to the lake, is what I heard. He's a swimmer, you know...."
"I heard he's been visiting the head of Hufflepuff loads and he went to see the headmaster the other day. Wonder what that's about?"
"His parents were splitting up..."
"There are an awful lot of corrid
Incant and Deduct Part 2 SH HPIncantations and Deductions Chapter 2 (BBC Sherlock/ Harry Potterverse)Incant and Deduct Part 2 SH HP5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Even though Sherlock was fairly assured of his new friendship with John Watson he didn't expect John to come and talk to him at breakfast in the Great Hall on Monday morning. John only ate breakfast at the same time as other students four days out of seven, as the Gryffindor Quidditch team practiced on Sundays, Tuesdays and Fridays before lessons. Usually John would eat his breakfast and then chat with his (many) friends in Gryffindor or read whatever the owl had brought him.
Today though John sits down on the bench next to Sherlock, still eating a round of toast with jam, a cheerful "Good morning" mumbled around the bread. Sherlock is so surprised he closes the book he's reading (Brewing Charmed Possets from Everyday Kitchen Ingredients by Delilah Smythe) without marking the page.
"Morning." Sherlock replies. He's is acutely aware that all the students around them, particularly those sitting by the spot
Prose: I am the sociopathI am the sociopath, the empty monster that walks among you in the guise of human flesh.Prose: I am the sociopath8 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
I am the one who seems to feel, but this is an act. Under this mask, there is nothing. No love, no fear, no sympathy. I can shake your hand and you can shake mine, and though I seem to be normal in every way, the reality is that I simply feel nothing. Absolutely nothing.
I am the one who will manipulate you. I will mirror you values, study your emotions, get in closer to you. Then I will take you for all you've got. I will leave you drained, devastated, weeping as you wonder where you went wrong. I will ruin your life, and I will enjoy it.
I am the one who has no morality. I pretend to know what right and wrong are, but this is another mask. In truth, they mean nothing to me, nothing more than delusions for the weak. I break the rules for fun, for profit, and most of all, just because I can.
I am the one with the greatest ego of all. I will take everything for my own gain and leave others with nothi
Incantations and Deductions SHObviously it took years for them to ever get around to speaking to each other. Sherlock reasoned that it was natural: as well as being in different, some might even say rival, houses, there was also the social class divide and the fact that Sherlock always gave off the general air of someone who never wanted to talk to anyone, in his life, ever. As a general rule Sherlock felt that unless someone was directly benefitting him by being alive in his presence he would do his best to tolerate them, but if not they could bloody well bugger off and do their dull living /breathing /sleeping /eating /talking /having fun business somewhere else.Incantations and Deductions SH5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
His mother said it was just his age, that teenage years were awkward, his anti social nature was a phase he was going through. Sherlock rather suspected that it wasn't so much his age as his life. And he wasn't awkward, he was perfectly poised. It was the rest of the world that was awkward and unpredictable and usually mundane but occasionally
How to Raise a SociopathHow to Raise a Sociopathic Serial Killer from Birth:How to Raise a Sociopath11 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Ages 1-3: be nurturing, it is necessary in order to raise a physically and mentally strong child. keep only one stuffed animal. anytime the child misbehaves (after the age of 2), hit the stuffed animal (or remove a limb) and say, "look what you're doing to teddy! you're hurting him!"
Ages 4-8: buy a puppy and keep it until it's old. let the child become attached. whenever the child cries, beat the dog and say, "you're doing this to your puppy every time you cry!"
Ages 8-10: the child reaches an important stage where love is starting to be reciprocated. this is when children start learning HOW to show love. get mad and severely beat the child anytime you catch them practicing this. say "love is a weak emotion! killing will make you stronger! you don't want to be weak, do you? this is what happens to weak people." Then proceed with the torture.
Ages 11-14: divorce or kill spouse. (this works best when the mother is the one who leaves/d
The Demon and the Princess Chapt. 1The Demon and the Princess Chapt. 13 years ago in Drama More Like This
The winter after the incidents of Kuroshitsuji II.
“Elizabeth”, someone called quietly behind my bedroom’s door.
I couldn’t tell from the voice, who it was, because they whispered so silently, with hardly audible voice. I was lying in my bed, resting upon lace-edged white pillows, that letter on my hand. The letter with black borders, technically just a card, which Ciel had given me the last time he visited me.
These past months I had stared at the card thousands of times, trying to clarify, what it really meant. It wasn’t an obituary despite the text in it. Regardless the funeral. Ciel himself had handed it to me, and that day he was very much alive. Pale, but alive.
On the other hand, his eyes… There was something very different in his eyes. I couldn’t remember what it was exactly. And behind him had been standing his butler Sebastian, who hadn’t left his side for a single second after that spring, when Ciel ca
Keep me Warm - Bikeru - 02 Keru-kun ?Keep me Warm - Bikeru - 027 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
No. No. Not this dream again.
Come here, Keru-kun
I wont listen. This time I wont listen. This time I wont let him -
The voice became stronger, louder, more threatening. Takeru blocked it out as his feet tried to find their way backwards, away from the voice, not daring to open his eyes and meet his nightmare. Maybe this time he could get away If only his feet would cooperate!
Blindly he touched along a cold stone wall, his only guide in this darkness. Where would the wall end, where would it lead him, and would that be a safe place? Wherever it led, right now it could lead him away from the voice, and Takeru followed, followed, kept following
Then, the cold stones ended; a sudden, comfortable warmth met his hand. Take
Visual Kei Experience Ch14ANNOYANCE AND OLD FRIENDSVisual Kei Experience Ch147 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Only barely swallowing back a giant yawn, Nao descended the final steps down to the cantina to join for the breakfast. He had slept in some more, even while Izumi had tried his best to poke him awake. A morning like this just didnt seem any different from the others so Nao sticked to his philosophy of Early risers, Comfort despisers, and simply got up when he felt like it.
Zigzagging through the long tables to Kagrras part, aloofly answering morning greetings along his way, Nao finally settled down on his familiar spot next to Izumi, who in his turn was looking fully refreshed, staring out into the cantina over his coffeecup.
Ohaaa~you... Nao settled on for a greet, muffling another yawn, tracing his fingers over Izumis lower back once in affection before occupying himself with loading his empty plate. Izumi barely gave a nod in reply, keeping his eyes on that certain spot he was sta
Visual Kei Experience CH8COMPETITIVE SPIRITSVisual Kei Experience CH87 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The air in the hallway had suddenly become very heavy, as a highly stingy Shou was shooting deathglares at the silent Miyavi, still holding Bill up against the wall. His grip had weakened slightly the moment Shou had appeared, but still Bill wasnt able to free himself, also because he was frozen as well by the sight of the angry blonde vocalist. Still, he felt his chest inflate with relief for Shou couldnt have come at a better time.
Shou... Bill let out breathless and immediately Miyavi stared at him as if he had completely forgotten he still had Bill in his grip.
Miyavi... Shou warned again, and this time Miyavi looked Shou up and down a couple of times as if to see he could handle him, but when he saw Shous fists clenching as he took a step closer to the two, Miyavi decided he was overruled. He clacked his tongue in dissaproval, murmured something that made him sound like a grumpy old c
Visual Kei Experience Ch17SOLIFIED IN SONGVisual Kei Experience Ch177 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The sound of a ticking clock was the only thing audible in the studio. None moved, none talked, none even dared to cough, it seemed. As if in the presence of a dead one, the four members of Alice Nine stood as statues in the middle of the room, gazes at the floor. All were captured by their own thoughts till all were roughly disturbed by the clock sounding nine times. Scheduled start of practise.
... Hes not going to come, is he? Hiroto breathlessly mumbled after the final sound of the clock.
He will come. Nao, playing calm and experienced leader when that was expected from him, meant to sound hopeful but it was a long shot. In their hearts, all four carried a highly uneased feeling.
When the clock pointed out three minutes past nine, Saga already had more than he could handle. He wont come, the bassist suddenly stammered inbetween his nailbiting, his eyes shooting rou
So I Don't Like Twilight...So I Don't Like Twilight...5 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Like that's a surprise, right? Anyone who's seen my work on DA would know that. And yes, I am a girl. But really I know a lot of girls who despise this series (and a lot of guys that worship it) so that really shouldn't make a difference. Though sometimes it comes as a surprise to some people. Like it's a requirement for girls to like romance... But that's another debate for another time.
I've seen several of these "anti-stories" posted up and decided to share my story too. It's far more mild than most. I was never attacked by twilight fans. Or had things chucked at me, or was chased, or mobbed. Granted I graduated high school a long time before Twilight was written. Thank god for that.
When I was in middle school, Pokemon was the it thing. In high school, it was Lord of the Rings. Oh, how the times have changed.
Anyway, I didn't start out disliking Twilight. I had friends who read it. I even had a professor or two who spoke highly of it. Which looking back on it now makes me feel quea
Parting Seas pt 1Massive hoards, cliques.... They're something I didn't miss over summer vacation. I sighed lightly, knowing the "only" reason I was still here was that my mandatory tests had low grades, every other graduation requirement, done.Parting Seas pt 14 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The pale yellow walls greeted me in the absence of my friends that had graduated two years ago.
That's right, two years ago.
Being the oldest senior in this sad excuse for a high school isn't the greatest. I'm almost nineteen and I'm not proud of the fact that I'm still here. Sighing again, I managed to flop into one of the open booths in the cafe. Several underclassmen made a noise of disgust rather than saying something. They know what will happen to them if they cross me.
I leaned back against the wall, bringing my combat clad feet up onto the bench portion of the booth while watching everyone greet their friends while talking about their summer breaks. Some left this shithole of a town, bearing gifts for all of th
Visual Kei Experience Ch18CONTACTVisual Kei Experience Ch187 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Bill awoke with a lot of mixed feelings that morning. Drowsily he rubbed his eyes, turning over to his back and staring up to the ceiling. Then, he spend the first fifteen minutes of his day trying to put everything in place.
Things that relieved him. Still confused him. Haunted him, and worried him. First, there was Takeru. Next to the certain amount of relief he felt, he did feel awkward about the fact they were no longer together. A certain emptiness was left after the dark stone had lifted from his stomach, and he couldnt quite decide whether it was an improvement. But as he was lying there, weighing his own feelings and unspoken words on his tongue, he couldnt help but thinking that it was probably better after all.
I just hope, that Im not the only one the teen whispered as he banned the image of moist onyx eyes from his mind and got out of bed.
Somehow, something feels strange within PSC today, Bill
Visual Kei Experience Ch13ACTION AND REACTIONVisual Kei Experience Ch137 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Oy... Oy abunai -!
Immediately Bill dropped to his knees to begin picking up the papers that had scattered over the floor, after his unintended collision with a certain person walking in the other direction. It wasnt until this person crouched down next to him and Bill looked up into a pair of large brown eyes that he realised it was Shou.
Ah -! Gomen Shou, I I was -
- Sleepwalking. Yez, aye noticed, the Alice Nine vocalist replied amused, helping Bill pick up the rest of the papersheets. Were yuu up late again last night?
Bill retreated his gaze back at the floor and handed him the final papers without looking at him. This was a case of really bad timing to run into Shou. At least, somehow he felt it was. If only he wouldnt ask then it would be fine
The Proposal -Remus and TonksTonks Apparated into the back yard of her home, proceeded by Remus Lupin. Regaining his balance, Remus quickly took to pacing about the yard, running a shaking hand through his hair. Tonks remained silent, her hands in her pockets, her eyes on the ground.The Proposal -Remus and Tonks6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Could we talk? Like rational human beings? She asked quietly, her brow furrowing.
Human beings? Lupin repeated. Immediately Tonks regretted her words. Human beings? Lupins voice rose and he flung himself at her, his rage evident, his face inches from hers. Im no damn human being, Tonks! Look at me! Look at my face! Theses cuts, these scars, no normal man endures wounds such as these once a month. You have a lot of nerve, calling me a human. I am everything short of a man.
No, youre not. Youre more! Youre more than just a man to me, Remus! Tonks struggled to hold back the tears battling her eyes. Why cant you see
Save UsWhen I was a child, like so many others played the role of godSave Us4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Victimizing the creatures I deemed beneath me.
Genocide of the ants,
Cause of death is of my choosing,
Burning them alive with fire, Dousing with poison, Flooding their homes with water
Destroying the foundation they worked night n' day to build and protect
Left shoe, ending their misery, but only after I had my fun
I was a natural disaster, a cataclysmic catastrophe, and i relished in the power
Of my adolescent ascendancy
You'll often see me on the train tracks playing Indiana Jones
Shooting stones with make-shit slingshots
At squirrels and birds
With the intent to kill, Missed every shot from my lack in skill
I'm sorry, grateful later on their blood I did not spill.
Grateful, that my hands are merely dirty, rather than stained
I often think back, Who gave me the right?
The justification to destroy and reap life
How Would I feel?
Becoming the very ants who lived on my block,
My heart would stop as I look up in shock.
Exactly WhyExactly Why5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
My life is a thousand lies.
It's shrouded in heavy black.
Can't seem to find my path.
I'm feeling so lost.
Trying to find the point,
Between what is good and wrong.
And when she asks me,
What I really mean
About me being lost.
I don't know how to answer,
But deep down inside,
I know she knows exactly why.
Because she's seen me at break point.
When I've done the wrong for right.
And she understood why
Even though I can't
And I love her even more.
I can't let her die.
Hurting HeartHurting HeartHurting Heart5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am worthless and I know that
No one ever needs me
And if I were to die today
No one would ever see
I always seem to ruin things
Or make them even worse
It's like something's wrong with me
Like I was put under a curse
In this world of chaos
I am all alone
And when I try to speak
I am met with shouts in angry tones
All of these emotions
Fill my hollow heart
And the one thing I fear the most
Is being left alone in the dark
So I take the blade in my hand
And cut deep into my skin
And I don't seem to care
That I have just sinned
The blood flows crimson
I indulge in the pain
Because to me it feels good
And doing this seems to keep me sane
But as I continue
I still feel the hole
In my frightened heart
Because I am still a lost soul
And as I cry myself to sleep
I hear a quiet voice
Telling me something
Telling me I have a choice
I can choose to be happy
If I choose to live with Him
Someone who has forgiven me
For every single one of my sins
He can show me how
To fill my empty h
+ Fears +Fears+ Fears +6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
--Eva K. Bradshaw
Rome, well past the midnight hour. Rain fell in torrents over sleeping Vatican City.
At the Apostolic Palace apartments in St. Peters, only two windows remained illuminated at this late an hour. One of them was the Holy Fathers. The other belonged to the papal chamberlain, Carlo Ventresca.
For the camerlengo, sleep did not--and would not--come easily that night. Both the forces of nature and the tumultuous state of his soul seemed to conspire against him, serving to keep him wired awake, his mind at bay. He had woken from fitful dreams more times than could be counted, had tossed and turned restlessly to no avail. Now, Carlo rose from his bed and paced the floor in front of the window with such ferocity, he feared he might worry the carpet bare beneath his feet.
Lightning flickered bright against the rain-spattered windowpanes; the resounding thunder split the air with a violent roar.
The heavens are angry tonight, he thought.
Keep Me Warm - Bikeru - Ch01The sun is a bastard. There he is, shining merrily and too damn brightly down on this rotten Earth, without giving the slightest bit of warmth. Nooo, that would be too much too ask wouldnt it? He just enjoys himself, gazing down on us while laughing his shiny ass off by the sight of us, poor poor lowlifes shivering in the cold, desiring to bask in his warm rays he just happened to have shut down it seems.Keep Me Warm - Bikeru - Ch017 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Let me tell you something, youve got timing mister, excellent timing! Why give warmth when the soil requires it, when you can happily overheat it the other time of year when its already dry as powder? No, great job Sun. Have another nice fuckin day up there and I hope you have a laugh with me.
Grudgingly Takeru glared up to the pale streak of wintersky above his head, and the shining white orb directly in its middle. Hed have rather shot a deathglare directly at the sun, but knowing it would win any glaringcontest and cause him painful e
Jrock Movienight: Indiana MYV Behold!Jrock Movienight: Indiana MYV7 years ago in Humor More Like This
Men, this is a story about utmost courage, the bravery of men being tested to the end, a story about confidence and never giving up! The ancient treasures of the place called Akator are waiting for us! We shall conquer this godforsaken land and claim them for our own! True adventure is about to begin! This, is the story of -
Right. This, is the story, of ! - Right now the music and drums are dramatically loud - The story of - !!
Miyavi, of all your stupid ideas, this is my personal favourite.
Will you guys SHUT UP?! You are ruining my movie trailer!!
Oh no, nothings happening. The adventurer himself is speaking to his faithful men. You see, right now, we are located in the thick jungle of the Amazon. A v
Visual Kei Experience Ch10HANGOVERS AND SUSPICIONSVisual Kei Experience Ch107 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A very thoughtfull Tom stood in the doorway of his twins room. He stared inside at the reasonably tidy bedroom, with its walls covered with posters, its doubledoor closet stuffed to full extend with clothes, and its toilettable with the large mirror and numerous makeup supplies displayed before it. Then he looked at the bed in the corner of the room and immediately saw it had not been slept in again, its black sheets unmoved and cold.
The teen rested against the doorpost for a while longer before turning on his heels to slug into the bathroom, scratching his head through his dreads. It was pretty unlike Bill not to come home for over a week. He had gone through that stubborn rebellious fase too, but that was when he was 12 and when they werent discovered yet. Besides, what reason did Bill have this time to disappear for?
Weird. Something just told him not to worry too much abo