"My Lord" Bellatrix FanfictionI've stood many times, staring up at my lovely dark lord I'd die for him. I've already killed and tortured for him. He's driven me absolutely insane."My Lord" Bellatrix Fanfiction3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I get this tingling feeling whenever he touches me or my mark burns I enjoy the pain because I know he's calling me. I'm hoping perhaps he's calling me alone though that rarely happens. He only seems to look at me as someone to help him achieve his goal of taking over the world. When he succeeds, I wish to be his queen. Maybe then he'll take the time to love me back.
I've been in love with him since the first moment I saw him, introduced by my sweet, weak husband. He was still handsome then Every time I've kissed Rodolphus since, I've wished it was him.
I killed my cousin for him that cousin who betrayed me and our entire family for filth, absolute filth.
Why will he not realize how I care for him? Why can't I figure out how he truly feels? There must be some softness underneath the merciless murderer who lon
Old Spice BowieLook at your man, now back to Bowie. Now back at your man, now back to Bowie. Sadly, he isn't Bowie, and if he puts on tight pants and dances with puppets, he still won't be. Look down, look back up, where are you Major Tom? Floating in your tin can, far above the world. What's in your capsule? Back at Bowie, it's a helmet that looks like a mullet that tastes like protein pills. Look again, the mullet is now diamond dogs. Anything is possible when you contact juggle and sing. He's got the baby.Old Spice Bowie5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The Fall Of Zuse"What happened to the Zuse we used to know ?"The Fall Of Zuse4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
That's something Gem pondered on a lot. She knew exactly what had happened, what made the great Zuse change.
She watched him from her spot at the bar, the white haired man giggling and flirting among all the programs.
The End Of Line Club was just a way for him to escape the past. He didn't want to be known as the betrayer he was. Gem never saw it that way. Any program that knew why would understand why he did what he did.
Gem knew his data inside and out and had shared it with him many times. She could only imagine how much it must hurt him.
It was the beginning of Clu2's reign. Back when Castor was Zuse. The white knight everyone looked
The Princess and the Plumber"Mario, breakfast is ready!" Luigi called out to his older brother as he put two plates of eggs, pancakes, and sausages on the table. Mario walked downstairs in a rather slow pace, still half-asleep. He didn't seem very happy and he's had something, or rather someone, on his mind as of late. This worried Luigi because Mario normally woke up in a cheerful mood when it came to breakfast. What was bothering him this morning? As Luigi was finishing the rest of his eggs, he noticed that Mario barely even took a bite of his food.The Princess and the Plumber5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Hey, bro, what's wrong?" Luigi asked his brother, "you barely even took a bite of your sausage and you have even touched the rest of your food." Luigi was really concerned about his brother. He was curious to find out why he was acting so weepy this morning. But Mario, not wanting to drag Luigi into his personal problem, decided to try to avoid the subject.
"Oh, nothing," Mario lied, "nothing at all." But Luigi knew Mario all too well. He knew that there was defini
Biblical Names of God:ELOHIMName Meaning ReferenceBiblical Names of God:ELOHIM7 years ago in Settings More Like This
ELOHIM GOD the Creator and Judge Genesis 1:1
ELOHIM AVINU GOD our Father
ELOHEI AVOTENU The GOD of our Fathers Deuteronomy 26:7
The Legend of SilverwindThe Legend Of Silverwind by Daniel Garcia Treviño (alias Draconet)The Legend of Silverwind5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
As the night ruled over the land of Alneria a group of Shadows get near to a castle for stealing a silver stone, "It smells to dragons, yuck!" one of the Shadows said, "So why we are here if-"the other Shadow never finished his sentence because he was choked by a bigger Shadow, "We are here because our master told us if we don't bring him the silver stone that is inside this castle we will suffer the consequences of our failure, does everybody understand "the big Shadow said as he killed the Shadow in his hand, "Yes we understand" they said in unison, then all the Shadows climb the wall of the castle quietly. When they arrived to the central room of the castle they saw a shinny silver stone at the center of the room which was in a couch, "There it is, tale the silver stone", the big shadow said to the group of Shadows, but before they can touch it they were blasted by a wind barrage to the nearest wall, t
Am I Wrong?Am I wrong to say that I am a Christian?Am I Wrong?4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That God is real, that his son really died
So many people in the world condemn Christians
They say we are stupid for believing in an invisible force.
Am I wrong to doubt in the existence of God?
Does doubt prove my uncertainty?
My fear or disappointment that what I've been thinking
has just been a fairy-tale.
Am I wrong to question God's existence?
Does my questioning make me a bad Christian?
Does it lead me away from God?
Will He forgive those moments?
Am I wrong to not be a Christian?
To not accept God's love
To not drink in the love He gives?
AM I WRONG?
If so what am I wrong about?
How am I wrong?
Post-DH George OneShotGod, the corridor was in ruins. George ducked his head through the haze of smoke and debris and struggled down the hallway. He was sure he had heard Percy yelling, but now the floor was deserted. Flashes and bangs echoed from up ahead, but they were already in the stairwell. He held his wand out in front of him, waiting for the slightest movement.Post-DH George OneShot7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He ran over the litany of his family members as he struggled down the hallway. He had just seen Bill going after Fenrir Greyback mere minutes ago; Fleur and Kingsley were with him, so he pushed them aside. His mother and father, the last he had seen, had been fighting on the second floor; they had attempted to follow Tonks and Lupin onto the grounds but were cut off by several Death Eaters. He had no idea where Charlie or Ginny were; his stomach churned. If Ginny got killed he tripped over a fragmented suit of armor. Ron and Percy, he was
First KissRemus Lupin yawned, he stretched his arms and placed his head against the tree. He could feel the warmth of the bark against his neck. He pulled out his wand and began to perform various incantations. With a flick, he sent a branch soaring high across the grounds. For a while, he sat and watched it, his hand raised to shield his eyes from the bright sun, soon enough though it became undistinguishable against the afternoon sun. He picked up his discarded book, and began to read.First Kiss8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Accio book!" Remus felt the book fly out of his grasp, he didn't even bother to try and retrieve it, or to look at the spell caster. He could feel the shadows across him.
"Afternoon James, Sirius, Peter." Remus gave a curt nod to each shadow. He reached his hand out, motioning to have his book back. Neither of the other boys moved. Remus determinedly stared at the ground. He heard one of them drop to his haunches straight in front of him. He didn't know which one it was and he wasn't interested in finding out.
Last War, Last Daywe sit in this classroomLast War, Last Day5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
quieter than snow
listening to the destruction
beyond the covered windows
we listen to the screaming
the sonic boom of bombs
the smell of smoke and gunpowder
how long will this go on?
some of us look away
and stare at the floor
we hear a gunshot in the hallway
and run to lock the door
some of us start whimpering
as we hide in the corner, away from veiw
but i just stay silent
because somehow i knew
i knew that this would happen
i knew that anarchy wasn't far away
but still a tear rolls down my face
because i knew my loved ones died today
i ami am7 years ago in Other More Like This
i am an artist
i make that which isn't beautiful into beautiful;
even if others can't see that
i am an artist
i will create where there is nothing.
whether it is a canvas, a card, or silence
i am an artist
i choose to see things through my own eyes.
if i choose to portray you, i will portray you as i see you
i am an artist
i see things in the raw sense;
planning is not a necessity
i am a surrealist
i will choose what i feel is ideal.
and whether it really is or not does not register in my mind
i am a surrealist
my utopia is a place where people see reality,
for what it is and not what people believe is reality
i am a child
i will believe that there is always something better,
and know that one day i'm going to get it
i am a child
i know that there's reason for a tomorrow,
and i'm going to do everything i can to get there
i am a child
in the sense that i believe the world has more to offer
and i know that nothing has to be exactly as it seems
i am a child
that knows that love will alway
An Angel is watching over youThough the road you take may be hardAn Angel is watching over you7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And life may prove to have too many obstacles.
Always know that somebody is there for you,
They will guide you and lead you in the right direction.
Through the good and the bad they will stand by you,
They will never leave your side.
If darkness starts to take over your very being,
They will light your way through the darkness.
So no matter how hard your life may be just remember,
An angel is watching over you.
Whatever Makes You Happy...Why does it seem as if the more I try toWhatever Makes You Happy...7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Get your attention
The more you seem to ignore me?
What do I have to do to get noticed
Do I need to grow my hair back long?
Cut it off?
Do I need to wear wacky clothes and dye my hair Pink?
What if I wore globs of
Make-up and wear those skimpy clothes like
All the girls you hang around?
Would I need to carry around a guitar?
Would that make you see me?
'Cause if so, then I'll do it!
Whatever makes you happy...
I saw you yesterday.
You didn't aknowledge me,
I've been practicing my guitar in
Hope to get your attention.
I think I've gotten pretty good and
I got a few gigs at local bars. I would love it if
You would come--drop by. If not,
Just whatever makes you happy...
I've gotten a record contract! Exciting for
Me--wonder if you care...
You'll soon be hearing my name all over the local
Radios because I've got my first single. I demanded
It be played on your favourite stations just
So you could hear
How to kill a writerInk on a blank sheet, suck dry a bodyHow to kill a writer5 years ago in Other More Like This
through the pen sitting between a finger
and an open vein, he won't last longer
than the emptiness written about she.
Words to enlighten the path leading your
spark to the edge of the world, it's futile
when you're already falling, it's obscure.
we're losing him.
Paper to walk on like a white tile
ready to be broken by many she.
It's too late.
Used to live but forgot when he
It's too late,
Lepidoptera TristisLepidoptera Tristis6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Oh, how atrocious Fate must be
To allow this stygian event to pass.
What god would suffer
Such a horrid affair to occur?
As if the loss of our angel,
Whose thread of gold that is life
So ruthlessly severed by the abhorred shears
Of the pallid, relentless Atropos,
Was not punishment enough.
Tell us, oh Holy Father,
With what have we earned this castigation?
What heavy sins of ours incited
This scourging of our hearts and souls?
Where perished Thy love for us,
Whom you created in Thy image?
Why did my sullen butterfly deserve
To emerge from her cocoon of death,
In the form of a demonic spawn
From the darkest pits of Hell?
She should have been at peace,
A sleeping beauty,
Until the trumpets of Judgment day
Disturbed her serene slumber.
That mild and frail being,
That beautiful butterfly,
She should have remained dead,
Left to rest in peace
Until the seventh angel sounds the trumpet,
And awakes her from the nightmare
That is death.
Did that ominous d
Winter SkinWinter Skin7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Drawing hearts on windows in the long winter days,
writing love letters in the clouds with our fingertips.
Promises are like fingerprints, plans are like dust
he held onto her till she wept rainbows.
Footprints in the snow whispers, "I believe in you."
Cold hands, warm embraces and tired eyes,
handfuls of snow from snow covered cars.
Flying geese across frosted windows,
she held onto him till the stars fell away.
Falling snow cries, "I believe in you."
Frozen lakes and frosty roads,
i've been learning to try my whole life.
Caged birds sing about silhouettes of lovers
and dream of being swans.
I'd drag my heart across thin ice and sail ships
(to be by your side).
Holding onto each other
I will follow you into the dark as the stars fall away.
A heart like abandoned Christmas trees,
your love watches patiently the gardens changes.
All the trees are left broken and weeping.
Holding onto each other
following dreams as rainbows fall on shadows.
He held onto her memory till she wept rainbows,
Please...The city burned.Please...6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Both he and she were facing each other, she a mere mortal whose beauty was the only thing that could stop the advance of that demon.
He was once human, now by the ambitions and fears of humanity had become a monster that brought death and destruction in their wake.
His face wore an expression as full of rage and hatred as the world had ever seen, her eyes shone with a brightness of unspeakable evil.
"Out of my way, or die" he said.
"Please stop, this is not the person I know and love."
"That person shattered when his soul was devoured by my power." You can not stop me, nobody can do it, I'll consume this world, humanity does not deserve to live on it.
He came walking impressively, raises a hand tightly grasping the throat of the person who had once loved.
"Soon you too will disappear" said while he increased pressure of his hand.
"Please I beg you, stop."
Those words echoed through that silent place, there was a contraction in the face of the demon and the pr
Making Silencemaking silenceMaking Silence6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but if its different here in these lines
not wrong exactly, but the sky less graveled by clouds
or one man standing beside the tree instead of three
gathering to work the jaws of their hands
in muscular conversation if the windows
watch from between phrases, not as short of breath
from squeezing in all they can of the street
skipping along under cars and the seasons
first rain if I change
the odd detail or two, trimming
the more of that to add the less of this,
allowing your eyes rummaging to find
a hoped for touch of sun in the never-sad air
if I change it to be less of what you recognize
from your own day
let it be thought a kindness more
than some conceit and still, every bit, hold it
even as the memory it has to change
to keep the same.
Inspired Dreamer.It's the shortInspired Dreamer.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
stories that you
recite which give
me this tearful eye,
And they break this
heart each time you
slip a sorrowful sigh,
Proclaimed so well
that I cannot help
but cup your sweet
face - while wrestling
with my arms to bare
no romantic embrace.
The spark blazing in
your blue gaze, gifted
me with such a surprise,
yet simmered when
'anon,' was unable
to be whispered.
My existance faltered.
and no chance was
given to relight the
dying flames of our
spell, you stood
I have breathed this
air before, complacent
wasn't the empty
bite on my tongue,
But I'll spit the aftertaste
out and learn to thrive
The truth in your
stories was as true
as any pure love.
Or maybe the
between us were
in the ashes of
But my love was no lie.
Time drags on,
but you have
I have breathed
this air before.
My heart can't escape
this enchanted dream
of wanting to live it's own
You can keep on w
The Pyrofeline WithinIn this world, there are many mysteries and wonders that are yet to be found, and some that will likely never be found. There might be fantastic creatures that many believe only exist in myths and fantasy, and vast treasures that people could only dream of.The Pyrofeline Within5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Some people even believe there are items that can grant the finder untold power, such as immortality, time travel, and even the ability to shape- shift. What people don't know is that items like this actually DO exist, but the majority of them are guarded by creatures which many think only exist in the realms of games and fantasy.
Many of the guardians will only pass these items onto those whom they see have a pure heart and soul, and those who have darkness in their hearts will be forbade from acquiring the item. Sadly this has ended many a time with conflict, in which some pursuers are either badly wounded or even kille
Why Can't I?...One-Sided LoveWhy can't I be straight with my feelings that I have for you?Why Can't I?...One-Sided Love7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Why aren't I allowed to like you more then "just a friend" whenever you make me laugh?
Why did you say, "you don't have feelings for me." ?
Why did you deny it when I asked, "are you sure that I don't have feelings for you?" ?
Why did you say, "you had a boyfriend," even though I never had one?
Why is it that everytime I want to tell you my feelings, you think it was a joke?
Why is it that you always run away when I want to have a talk with you how I think about you?
Why do I have to be happy? Because you're my best friend? Or do I have to be sad, because that is the maximum of all we will ever be?
Why is it that everytime you say that you like a girl, I have to cry?
Why is it whenever I say that a boy likes me, you have to get angry with me and run away?
Why can't you be straight with your feelings with me?
Why did you played with my pride, when we both said that we're eachother's best friends and even liked eachother?
The Graveyard BoyHe lived amond wisps and whispers, under the long drape of secrecy.The Graveyard Boy3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
So then they'd never find him. No one would ever need to.
He was safe,
for he was Nobody.
He grew up in the place between the dead and living.
Seeing sights and doing things only for meant for spirits in the wind.
Powers Nobody is allowed to have, sights Nobody is meant to see.
So he did.
One day this boy grew up.
He fought his demons bravely,but now it was time to go.
Leaving was his destiny, so with that the dead whispered,
"The world is yours."
Heart of the Warrior - Chap 10Heart of the Warrior - Chap 105 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Sokka knew that Toph was beautiful, but at that moment, standing in front of him, he could have sworn she was one of the spirits. Her wedding gown flowed around her small frame. She almost looked like she was floating.
"Toph, please," he whispered to her. "You don't have to do this." He grabbed her hand as she turned away.
She bent her head until her chin touched her chest. "Yes I do." She heaved a sigh. "Goodbye, Sokka."
Toph began to walk away, into the fog that surrounded them. Her hand started to slide through his fingers. He grasped her tighter, determined not to let her go. He knew that if she left him, he was never going to see her again.
"Don't leave me!" He didn't care if he was screaming or begging. He couldn't lose her like this.
She slipped out of his hold and vanished into the fog.
Sokka woke up feeling like he'd never rested
Film Noir Flash FictionFilm Noir Flash Fiction5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
What do I think when I think, 'Film Noir'? That's easy.
Cigarettes, cheap booze, dark streets and rain. That tiny spark of orange, crushed beneath a dirty brown shoe. He turns away, coat swept behind him, and strides forth, purposefully, on the road to nowhere.
As though he's in a hurry, to reach an empty apartment and a cold dinner. As though there's no time to lose, as though every grey morning and smoggy evening is cherished. Even though there's nothing left to crave, nothing sacred, nothing to protect. Life becomes existence, and existence, subsistence.
They speak of a world without strangers. Well what's the opposite? Where's the dichotomy, the order? Is it lost? Or wasn't it there to begin with? Has the dream ended, or for the briefest time, was he awake? Had it merely resumed? Questions strike the wet pavement like tears, like raindrops; like shell casings and cigarette butts. Red leaves from maple trees at Summer's end, floating on still night air; their answers nowh