How She SufferedThe owl swooped gently to my side, and I released its letter as I took another sip of pumpkin juice.How She Suffered4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Another letter from home, Minerva?" I started at his sudden interest, snapping my head up to his far-away position in the center of the table. He smiled kindly, and his voice would've been softer if he hadn't had to call over our coworkers between us. "They must miss you terribly."
I could only nod awkwardly, adding not quite loudly enough, "Yes, I suppose so." Another smile before the Headmaster stood from his breakfast, bowing us all goodbye and departing from the Great Hall. Rather quickly, I followed suit, absently placing the tiny, folded parchment into my pocket.
The day passed like any other, and I fought off a headache as I collected together the essays that still needed to be graded. The activity kept me busy well into the night, and my eyes were pulling themselves shut when I finally reached the last. I sighed with glorious relief, and leaned back in my chair, but a rustli
Blasted Dreams: Ron-HermioneTitle: Blasted DreamsBlasted Dreams: Ron-Hermione5 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Pairings: Ron & Hermione :]
AN: This is my first Harry Potter fanfic so please be nice Hope you enjoy it. Comments and tips are highly welcomed. If something doesn't make sense my apologies. [It's 2:30 am and I didn't prove read :/] Anyway, enjoy!
It was dark everything around him shook as a loud blast rumbled. He looked to his left side then to his right a huge sense of disappointment embodied him. Franticly he turned around still no sign of her.
"HERMIONE!" he yelled at the top of his lungs.
"HERMIONE! HERMIONE!" he repeated, still no sign of her.
He ran as fast as he could, to where precisely he didn't know; he just knew he had to find her, he just had to. He climbed the staircase. He didn't care that curses and hexes were flying beside him
"HERMIONE!" He yelled once more, still no reply He turned disoriented, he was quite lost in a place that had
Crowstiel no. 1Crowley was reaching the end of his tether. Six bloody months he'd been searching for purgatory with the angel rebel, and not a scrap of anything had turned up. However, as Castiel walked into the room Crowley realised that there were some perks.Crowstiel no. 13 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Hello Crowley." ohh, he was so... sexily angelic. Crowley had hid his true feelings for about the first five minutes since they had started working together, but when he couldn't contain himself any longer he had realised that Cas's time in the brothel had taught him that he was the ultimate misfit. A gay, rebel angel. Since then the pair had had a lot of fun.
"So is it work time or playtime, darling?" Crowley grinned.
"I'll leave it up to you... darling?"
"Oh, you're learning fast sweetheart, but you leave the flirting to me and stick to what you're good at... and I know what you're good at, darling."
"Shall we begin?"
"Ooh, yes please, sweetheart." And they did. Cas's ha
Running Out of TimeRunning Out of Time5 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
2:27 in the morning.
And I was screwed.
"Crap, why did I ever agree to do this?" I moaned, glaring at the sheet music for the 36th time today. The little music notes danced around in front of my eyes, the senseless tune replaying over and over in my brain.
Why do I always think I can do everything? Hubris, or deadly pride, is a dangerous fatal flaw, and I often find myself biting off more then I can chew.
But now, I find myself in the deepest trouble I've ever been in; I had gotten into a fight with the band's lead guitarist, Tony, on one of the lyrics of our latest Christmas songs. Two wrecked drum sets, one smashed bass and a broken toe later, he had challenged me to re-write the lyrics myself; out of fury, I had quickly agreed.
But now, I wasn't so sure if I could do it.
I tapped my pencil against my temple, racking my brain for inspiration. Glancing around the house, I reprimanded myself for forgetting to decorate for the holiday season again. Though, in my def
Pretending to be The Doctor.Person on phone: Hello, would you like to buy-Pretending to be The Doctor.4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Me: I am The Doctor, how may I help you?
Person on phone: Well, I am selling this-
Me: Already got ten of those in the TARDIS.
Person on phone: In the what?
Me: The TARDIS. Time and relative dimension in space.
Person on phone: Oh, um, ok. Anyway, I am also selling-
Me: *Engine sounds*
Person on phone: Mam are you alright?
Me: I am The Doctor! Not mam! and no, my TARDIS is on fire!
Person on phone: It is on fire?
Me: Yes! I must be going!
I AM COMING SEXY! DON'T WORRY!
Me: *hangs up*
Crowley, The King of SexyCrowley, The King of Sexy2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I don't like him. I can't like him. I won't like him. Him and his stupid voice and his stupid eyes.....uhg.
How can you like someone who's locked you up, god knows where, strapped you to a table, so that he can torture and get information, you don't even know out of you? He fortunately hasn't really done anything yet, he's been busy doing you don't wanna know what. But every time the bastard comes in your heart flutters betraying you.
Oh shit he's coming. This time it won't matter what he does. It won't matter if he talks with that accent, or if he looks at you with those deep dark eyes. It won't matter.
"Hello darling." Dammit.
"How is my favorite "patient"?". He says with a smirk. "Oh you know the bed is fine, the service is terrible." you reply sarcastically. He chuckles softly. "There you go, keep that humor. It'll get you through this."
The words he was saying were so horrible, but said so silkily. The song "I Hate Everythin
tears don't drown your sorrowlost one,tears don't drown your sorrow5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Why do you always seem so sad? Your eyes are deep cerulean swirls of the sea, calm on the surface but fatal underneath with endless anfractuosities. Crestfallen rivers find their way down your cheeks and fall like raindrops on your cold hands.
If you were a song you would be the most broken and desolate winter nocturne in solo. You would be the beautiful heartbreaking tune of the violinist in the park, leaning down to close his old case full of coins.
You said you could play the piano for hours, from sunrise to sunset and into the quiescent night, but I know your slender fingers always remain the same temperature---below zero. And sometimes, your heartbeat is so silent and your eyes so icy blue I could almost see the snowflakes waltzing in them, an endless snowstorm. What happened to your passion?
When the show is over, the stage swept sterile and the actors all gone home to live in the monstrous truth, you sit in the dark and hear the walls breathing, and the whisper war in
Mistaken Chapter 1: JoyI couldn't believe my luck when I opened the letter from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Inside held my letter for my new assigned books but the light gleaming off my new Head Girl badge made me feel punch-drunk with giddiness. I stared at the badge for a good minute before reason found me. My legs carried me down the stairs as fast they could without tripping.Mistaken Chapter 1: Joy5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Mom Dad, it came. My letter came in", I yelled to my poor surprised parents.
My mom put down the plate of toast on the table and reached for the envelope and took out my book list.
"Oh Hermione, are you sure you are not taking too many classes?"
Her question stopped my gleefulness short as I ran through what classes I had this semester through my head.
"No, mom I do not think so. Besides Professor McGonagall told me it would be possible to pull off the load. Besides, it is my last year and there is still so much to learn about the magical world."
My dad walked over to my mom to check out the list for himself.
Puzzle-PerfectBold. Beautiful. Shattering. Screaming. Open.Puzzle-Perfect5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
There's something tangibly, achingly desperate about you. Your words, your smile, your vivid dreaming that causes you to insist that I'm only another part of your imagination... that is, until the icy-sharp air bursts into your face and you remember your name, my name, the color of words. The truth. It's a little bit difficult to convince you that you're wrong nearly all of the time, that your reasoning is insanely driven by the misfiring neurons in your puzzle-broken brain that's malfuctioning half of the time and lost the other half of the day.
Nobody has ever come even halfway-close to figuring you out. [Nobody ever will].
Your imperfection is what makes everybody at once draw back and fall for you. Except. Except you don't really know that. You're much too distracted in your attempts to think in straight lines and make sense of the bewilderingly crazy world [you] we live in. You're much too absorbed i
The DoctorHe stood aloneThe Doctor8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Watching the world
This was who he was;
Of all he saw
And all he didn't see
And all he could never see again
Lingering on the whithering
Counting.Let me count the ways:Counting.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
1 day I met you and we were
2 young to understand what you'd mean to me in
3 years time when we became friends
4 years to come, and when we'd talk for
5 hours straight on the computer and i'd sit up
6 hours a night thinking about if you were more than a friend. And when the
7 days of the week would pass i'd be thrilled to see you again on Monday.
8 years had tortured me as I passed through middle school and my
9th year of education made me realize what you mean to me and in
10 wretched years... I fell in love.
~Don't give up. Don't give in. In the end your love will win.~
Always... Book 1 Chapter 4Always... Book 1 Chapter 44 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Surprisingly enough, Snape didn't think about the Potter boy for several days. He completely immersed himself in leading potions classes especially since his N.E.W.T students had only passed their O.W.L.s by the skin of their noses the previous year.
"Potion-making is not a game." He said silkily. He pulled out a very battered copy of Advanced Potion Making by Libatius Borage. "Today," he began, letting the book fall open in his hand. "Today you will be making a draught of Hiccoughing Solution, to induce hiccoughing. The ingredients can be found on page 126." There was a moment of silence. "Well? Get a move on!" He snapped. The class leapt into action.
This class was ridiculously small they all fit around one table. While this did make it easier to observe the class, the Potions Master was still disappointed that so few people chose to extend their potions knowledge beyond the intermediate level.
Why, when he was a student, there had been many more people that had
No One Can"Mama, what's this crissmuss thingy on December 25 that everyone keeps talking about?" a young child asked her mother.No One Can5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"It's a tradition, a special event that happens every year," the mother replied.
"What's so special about it?"
This time, the mother pensively paused for a moment to think of a good answer.
Children gather round the tree, eager to open the gifts.
HigH above the buildings, snow falls because it's winter- it's cold because it's December.
CelebRating the birth of dear Jesus Christ, the importance of family, the wonders of love.
AnticipatIon of Santa Claus' arrival on a reindeer-pulled sleigh, with gifts for good children.
People are Shopping for presents, toys, books, and clothes to give to all their loved ones.
There are gaTherings of family and friends, and midnight masses to celebrate the unity.
Generosity is a Must during this festive and cheerful season where kindness reigns hate.
Sounds of people cA
Everybody CheatsThey played pokerEverybody Cheats5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
At three in the morning
With a royal straight flush
While she held
A hand of five aces
50 Quickies LOL50 Quickies LOL7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
50 sentences of Harry Potter Next Gen goodness!! These are all my takes on their personalities, and some warping of stuff JK Rowling said about the next gen. Warning: some gay stuff in here, aight?!
Albus had become terminally afraid of telephones after picking it up one day and hearing his Uncle Ron bellowing at him from the other end; Harry had had a little chat with Ron afterwards, but unfortunately the damage was done.
Not everyones father got to be a hero! Scorpius snarled at Albus in the suddenly silent Great Hall.
Some nights the children would wake up to hear their fathers muffled yells and they would tremble to think of what could possibly scare their father who was so brave.
James stared suspiciously at Uncle Georges present, not sure whether to take his statement It wont bite as a good thing.
Lily tapped her wand once, twice against her palm and her brothers went deathly pale;
A Guy And A Dress Ch. 2A Guy And A Dress Ch. 29 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Wh…wha…?" Roxas blinked. And blinked again.
"Oh, come on, you didn't think I'd notice?" Axel frowned, placing a hand on his hip in an awkwardly feminine way. "You know, it kind of hurts thinking that your best friend wouldn't tell you something like this."
"…" Roxas didn't know what to say. And even if he did, it wasn't like he could speak, anyway.
"But what really gets me, is why Riku and Sora, and even Aerith, know, and I don't. What, are you afraid I'm going to molest you at night if I know you're gay?"
Gah! Oh, the oh-so-dearly coveted mental images that accompanied that thought. Roxas squeaked and blushed a deep red.
"Or is it because secretly you have a crushie wushie on me?" Axel teased, smirking. When he didn't get a response, his eyes widened to the size of grapefruits.
Roxas avoided his eyes, shifting uncomfortably.
Roxas took this as his chance to run. Even though it was cowardly, Roxas didn't care. He was a man who let his friend dress him up in dresses, for G
Two Seconds "Don't you think good times pass by so fast?"Two Seconds5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I looked at him. "What do you mean?"
"It's funny how we spend the same time doing both pleasant and unpleasant things, yet good times don't make half the bad times."
"I don't get you." I stood up.
The night sky looked somewhat lonesome. In the midst of December, there were no stars in the sky; the nights were cold and quiet. Especially today.
There was no one to disturb us. The seesaw rested its left tire on the ground, balancing the right one in the air; the wind clipped on to the swings and swayed it slowly; the teeter-totters bounced sideways of what a tumbler would do; the park was occupied by a heavy atmosphere.
He followed and stood up from the bench. "Well, for instance, when you kissed me, you'd wish for it to last longer, right?"
I stared blankly into the pitch bla
JohnLockTitel: JohnLockJohnLock3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Genre: romance i guess?
Author's note: this is 100% fictional
'John, have you seen my phone?' Sherlock asked me. I looked up and frowned.
'Why?' I asked. He never used his phone.
'Because I need it' He said while throwing stuff everywhere and making a mess of the apartement. I sighed.
'It's on the table' I said. He threw everything off the table and found his phone by hearing a soft tud when it landed on the floor. He picked it up and started tapping away. It looked like he was doing something hard, because he had a kind of pained expression on his face. I thought about what he could be doing, but decided to shrug it off and continued to read the paper. I was just about to read something about drunken driving or something, when my phone bleeped, saying I got a text. I picked it up from the little table and saw it was from Sherlock. I frowned and looked at him. He was staring at his feet. Weird, I thought. I opened it.
'Hey John, I think I may kind
Dear Harry PotterDear Harry Potter,Dear Harry Potter4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I know you don't know me very well but I'm looking forward to meeting you this year! You're best friends with my brother, Ron, and he's told me so much about you. I've heard stories about your heroism since I was a little girl. I really really really can't wait to meet you!
Glad to know you can't wait to see me I think. Ron really hasn't said anything about you. At all. I'm kind of sure he's never mentioned having a sister. So, yah. See you next year.
He's never mentioned me! I'll have to
kill him without mother noticingtalk to him. Really, he does have a younger sister.
HP: A Bedtime StoryTiny footsteps creaking on the stairs. A unicorn plush under an arm. A multi-colored blanket trailing on the floor as he makes his way quietly to the living room. The fire cracks.HP: A Bedtime Story8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Andromeda Tonks looks up from her knitting at the sound of the small voice.
Teddy, what are you doing up?
The fire bathes the living room in a soft light and throws long shadows onto the floor and walls. Moonlight shines through the windows, and Teddy knows it is far past his bedtime. His grandmother is wrapped in a robe near the fire, sitting in a rocking chair. She looks concerned, so he hops down the last few steps and shuffles over next to her.
I cant sleep. What if a Dementor comes and gets me? Harry isnt here to protect me.
Andromeda sighs, puts her knitting aside, and then scoops Teddy up to sit in her lap. She picks up his blanket and wraps it aroun
A secret wish sometimes while I'm going about my day,A secret wish5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
it pounces into my head and heart
and holds on with claws so sharp
it hurts more to shake it away
than it does to let it stay.
Could you say the same?
I think of our past
because the only alternative
is to scream and cry
Did you feel that pain?
all I could do
was stay on the telephone
but I couldnt even do that
because you wanted to be left alone
What did your mind contain?
you used to talk
about your past
and it made me feel
like I was holding
an angel in my hands
Why did you never try to explain?
I still have you in my phone
and pray and pray
for the call that wil
Critic vs Writer: A Conversation of ReconciliationI am a book blogger.Critic vs Writer: A Conversation of Reconciliation3 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Since not everyone is familiar with the term, I'll go ahead and lay it out for you. I read, analyze, and write about books. I give my opinion on characters, setting, genre, style, and sometimes even covers. I say what works, what doesn't, and what I'd like to see.
In short, I criticize.
Back - back foul demon! Burn the witch! Don't come anywhere near me!
Yeah, I know you're all thinking it. What gives me the right to rifle through someone's hard work and put its flaws on display? Who do I think I am, slandering authors with false interpretations and quotes made out of context?
I'm a writer.
Yeah, of nothing but muck and lies.
No, no, I mean I write my own fiction. Or at least I did.
What, couldn't take some of your own medicine?
Yes and no.
Like most writers, I crave exposure. I want my work out there, read by the masses and enjoyed. DeviantArt, my blog, they're both small outlets where my writing can be seen.
But, as most writers
R.S.V.P.R.S.V.PR.S.V.P.5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"How about Prince Andrew from the Stroudsburg Kingdom?"
"How can he hate you? Have you ever even met him?"
"Didn't have too...I stole his grandmother's emerald ring when I was fourteen."
Rapunzel frowned at Eugene from her spot on the ground, a list of names in her hand and empty invitations around her.
"What? I was fourteen!" he said, shrugging from his seat on the floor next to her. "Guy probably has a grudge against me. Do you want a brawl at your birthday ball?"
"All right, how about Prince Grant from the Hertz Kingdom?"
"Err...that's bad idea."
"What now?" she groaned, ready to give up on having a part entirely.
"I um...accidentally killed his dog."
"Running away from his guards," he grinned as she buried her head in her hands. "If it's any consolation, it wasn't my arrow that got it. It was a pretty old dog too, if anything I was doing it a favor."
"Eugene, is there anyone on this list that you haven't burgled?" she asked, exasperatedly handing h