The Alchemist - Chapter 1The AlchemistThe Alchemist - Chapter 17 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Author: Lily Evans-Snape (aka northangel27)
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter Universe or any of the characters therein, so thank-you Ms. Rowling for letting me play with them on occasion.
The chill darkness of the Halloween night pressed in oppressively on the darkly cloaked figure as it slipped silently through the graves of the old graveyard toward the black ribbon of the road beyond. The night was a clear one, but unseasonably cold. The occasional wisp of a cloud skittered past the full moon that shimmered above the black line of trees to the north, but they were not enough to obscure the silvery light that illumined the mans way. In the distance the warm glow of a cottage pierced through the night. To all appearances, an idyllic and inviting scene, but something stirred within him, and he hurried his pace, willing the lights to stay lit, willing the warmth and security that they represented to continue to glow, just until he could be sure, jus
What I Lost“I lost a finger,” Dolph proclaimed in a manner of startling, distant normality to his father, who had just ghosted by him into the kitchen to find something. His father paused like a clogged clock and spun suddenly on a hinge to see and confirm, and Dolph held up his hand to reveal his organic matter’s metallic replacement. “It’s just the pinky one.”What I Lost4 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
His father sluggishly pulled up a chair and printed sentences and fragments streamed from the printing compartment on his patchwork-junk face which Dolph had labored so fiercely to build and jumpstart over three years ago. Dolph reached for the receipt paper as it started to curl over and still it came in waves of questions and random echoing thoughts from his father’s scattered processor. The processor was a work in progress still, and one which Dolph was hesitant to change, because unlike a brain it sometimes sputtered with the a
Sweet intentionsCradling your face in my handsSweet intentions5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Kissing your soft lips
Trailing my fingers across your neck
Whispering words of love
Slowly your lips caress mine
I'm drawn to your embrace
My heart singing a new song
Our fingers exploring the new terrain
Softly our hands do entwine
Our thoughts seem as one
Moving closer as we sway
Rhythmic attentions we play
Faster and slower our pace moves on
As we find our muse
No more holding back our silent wish
To never be torn away
Silver DoeSunlight shadowsSilver Doe7 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Your flight over the ground
The fairest girl ever to live
Could I speak without a rose in my face
Tear a smile on me
The music of my name from your voice
Our destiny together
Can my heart feel it
Haunting green eyes
A fountain of tears for my sorrows
Undying love for a lifetime
My corner in the dark
You're falling away from me
I can't leave this black path for you
Words that must stay unspoken
The only burning candle in the gloom burns out
I can't speak at all
Can my heart feel it
Haunting green eyes
A fountain of tears for my sorrows
Undying love for a lifetime
It is not a dream that holds me prisoner
Life itself abandoned you, keeping me
I am the lie, the servant, the protector
Upon this hour lies my end
Look at me with those haunting emeralds
My heart burns with all the flames from Hell
So deeply, you can see her
The light stanidng beneath the falling snow
And as you stare into my eyes
Never let me wake a
Remembering HazelI remember Hazel really well. Sometimes my memories are so clear that I can almost feel her sitting next to me, or walking by my side. Seven years have passed, and I miss her like she went away yesterday.Remembering Hazel7 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I met Hazel for the first time when I was twenty; I was an ambitious guy studying psychology who thought that he had already reached happiness, buying a nice car and hanging out with friends. Hazel opened my eyes and, thanks to her, I discovered how beautiful it is helping others and giving them second chances. Hazel helped me grow with her generous words, her patient work and her strawberry candies given to everyone.
She was the most helpful person I've ever known, because she liked to help everyone who needed comfort and never asked for something back; Hazel was happy to receive your smile, and felt satisfied hearing "Thank You", and for her that was enough.
Mostly for its nice sound, her unique name, Hazel Daziel, earned her many nicknames; for someone she was Hazie-Dazie, for some
Subtle little hatredsI whispered in your earSubtle little hatreds5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A subtle little curse
That you'd find the one whose dear
And run them off first
Your subtle little hatreds
That sing into my mind
Ragged with time
Never speaking truths
You whispered I love you
I've seen through the ruse
You never knew what to do
I've tired of your failures
I've walked away from your pain
I'm beyond caring craters
Dealing with you in vain
No longer shall weakness fill my heart
No more shall I bring light
For all this was just a start
Of falling to the night
Still Greenyellow flower, line drawn crooked, big black smudge,Still Green4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
smearing over canvas -
always flaw in near-perfect
never mind it, sitting spun, peace in place
of dream disorient -
and so we go
it's in the laying, horrid lying, never meant no harm
sorry, selfish, sad sack -
apologize, good deed
I'm buried, buying tickets, burning prints
of finger tips-
still green behind the ears
after all these years
Procrastination 101Procrastination 1019 years ago in Humor More Like This
The Five Stages of Procrastination
1. Unsupported Optimism
This is where the person believes that even though they have a project that was meant to take them a month to complete, they can start and finish it in the few days before the deadline. They are convinced that it will not be too challenging, and should only take a few days of hard work to get through. It is also known in medical circles as 'Delusion'.
2. Extreme Frustration
In this next stage, the person realizes that the said project or assignment does actually take a long time, and that there was a good reason they were given such a long time to do it in. In some cases this is also where the person realizes that it is actually a lot harder than expected, and now they are, to put it in slang, "screwed". This leads to the next stage…
3. Long-overdue Desperation
After their anger (at the lecturer, the assignment, and sometimes, even themselves) has cooled down, the person moves into the state of desperation. This involves
Sonnet IVwhat could i say to the Author of words?Sonnet IV5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
what could i give to the Father of lights?
what are my songs to the King of all lords?
what is my praise to the Maker of heights?
who am i to One perfect in wisdom?
what could i whisper that He should heed me?
He is the Beginner of all kingdoms,
and the Finisher of all i can be.
to the "I WAS", "I AM" and "I WILL BE";
to the One who is the Way, Truth, and Life;
to the One who had Love to set me free;
and to the One whose will shall heed no strife;
all i have to say is this one last thing
You are my God, my King, my Everything.
Wateredup Phrasesi still think i'm sundrenched thoughtsWateredup Phrases5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and wateredup phrases of longfound dreams.
i still remember those starlit nightskies
and whispered iloveyous found beaten
on the corners of broken curbs.
i can't escape these thoughtsideaswords
that shine from your moonlight eyes:
i am whispered conversations in a smile.
AFRICAMy heart sings to this African summerAFRICA7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and I tap my feet to the beat of thunder.
The heat presses down, announcing a storm
to the skin of this country, begging to be worn.
The space is a vast landscape of wild,
there is no telling if the roads will survive.
The rain beats down and the earth sings loud
celebrating the beauty in this river of sound.
It's a wild life
content to be free
feel the sun's heat
and the spirit of a dream.
The Letter OoThe Letter O5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The sound in a small shout,
and the center of words vast and small.
desired by the King, whispered by
the smallest child.
the last, the ending. the Ender.
What's in an offering from an empty heart?
For Tim SamarasYou will be missed TimFor Tim Samaras1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
such a man of science
a man a weather and
a man of caution
who felt such pain
for those that were hit
by all of the bad storms
that blew their lives apart
from Alabama to Kansas
and every place that tornados walk
where ever good people's lives
were ripped to shreds and taken
Tim always strove to help
to try to save so many
he was always out there
on the plains of America
searching for a way to save
everyone from the dangers
that Mother Nature threw at us all
Tim you will be missed
this poem is for you
I honor your memory, always
God Bless you!!
A Crab Eyeing A TouristA Crab Eyeing A Tourist8 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Find out what you are,
Where you are headed.
Find your own moon and land on it.
A chair scraped across a vinyl floor and made an embarrassing sound.
"My name is Alex and I have a problem."
Someone waved their hands. "Does this problem involve an actual child actually being raped?"
Alex thought about this. "No," he decided.
"Then continue," the group leader said, bowing her head.
"But this child who was definitely not raped, and not by me, his name was Thomas."
All around the circle, a gentle ripple of applause broke out.
"Thank you, Alex," smiled the group leader, "that was very brave. You can sit down."
Alex sat, being careful not to make the chair scrape this time. Next to the group leader, a man nervously raised his hand and said, "Erm, if I may, can I ask, uh, a question. A question to Alex."
"N-" said the leader.
"Sure," said Alex, smiling, "I think we should be totally open. After all, anything I have to hide must be illegal, right?"
The group leader smiled falsely and
Wouldn't it be nice..Wouldn't it be nice..5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I wish I was younger
I wish I was innocent
I wish I thought wishes came true
I wish I could go back to when I didn't care
I wish I could go back to when I didn't care what I wore
I wish I could go back to when I didn't care what I looked like
I wish I had self-esteem like I used to
I wish I had confidence like I used to
I wish I had a smile like I used to
Time heals all wounds
But also causes new ones
HAIKU VIII- DesireI stretch out my desireHAIKU VIII- Desire4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
against your body
Senses in excitement
Tanka: dawnAt ease and swimmingTanka: dawn4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
in a warm pool of linen
I open my eyes
to a mountain of pillows
and the warm sun of your smile.
The Choice I had to makeThe masks have fallen downThe Choice I had to make5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The sun begins to set
Pieces lie where fates met
Yet the curtain remains drawn
Once you stood beside me
Now you stand in my way
Time to move past, I can't stay
When the puzzle becomes clear, then you'll see
The reasons behind this choice
I can't explain for now
No matter what you ask, nor how
I'm becoming a non-existent voice
Something that must be done
Setting out alone
I must do it on my own
When all is said, I've won
This is not goodbye nor is it farewell
This is just a choice I had to make
Before the foundations start to shake
And things go straight to hell
Forgive me, as I won't forgive myself
I've let it all go away
To start things on my own, in my own way
It's better you'll see yourself
I won't avoid you nor will I run
I just don't want your questions now
I won't answer no matter how
This is the way it must be done
I can't share the details, I can't say why
The link between us all is gone
And we'll all be left numb
Things have gone awry
Squirrel MomentI write short haikuSquirrel Moment4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
When I lack inspiration
Oh look! A marble!