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
Pretending to be The Doctor.Person on phone: Hello, would you like to buy-Pretending to be The Doctor.3 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*
Blasted Dreams: Ron-HermioneTitle: Blasted DreamsBlasted Dreams: Ron-Hermione4 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
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
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
Running Out of TimeRunning Out of Time4 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
tears don't drown your sorrowlost one,tears don't drown your sorrow4 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
Disappearance of Anne MorganTottering in dark blue heels and clutching a gun like you know how to use it, you collapse against a tree like your backbone has turned to fine glass.Disappearance of Anne Morgan4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You've established that the ground tastes of oranges and tomatoes, and reminds you of last summer and the fresh smell of fruit; the pleasure of knowing that you have given birth to something, although the doctor tells you that the way you want it will never be possible. The way he said it, it wasn't awful, it wasn't the end of everything, it wasn't the end of scarlet hair; it was just another woman who could never have a child. But the way you heard it, it was the end of your future. Who knew that two words could kill you? I'm sorry. That's it, that's all you heard before he launched into his clinical speech like a rocket into space, except nowhere near as beautiful. But 'I'm sorry' is all you needed to hear to have all that awful knowing inside like a disease rooting itself in your bones and eating away at the corners of y
reality vs. my mindin reality i hear the alarm. uncaring and cold and mechanical.reality vs. my mind5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
in my mind i feel you kissing my fingertips, gently lulling me out of slumber.
in reality i drag myself out of my bed, the temperature of the room a thousand degrees colder than what my own body heat had warmed the sheets to.
in my mind you give me your shirt to wear. you know how cold i get. i sniff the collar, and yes - it smells exactly like you.
in reality my hair is going grey. my eyes are dull, my face is sunken, i have lost my youthful shape.
in my mind i am your perfection. you love my chocolate eyes and honey hair, you stroke my cheeks and run your hands across every inch of my body.
in reality i am a hollow shell of what i used to be. and if anybody asks, nothing is wrong. nothing is ever wrong. i shake it off with a smile and a laugh.
in my mind you draw the truth from my hoarse throat, holding me so close so i don't fall apart. and if i do break, you piece me back together with a sugarcoated tongue and kisses on
fireworks of life" Do you ever think of life?"fireworks of life4 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
" In a way."
" I do as well."
" . . . Why did you ask?"
" Because I wanted a discussion."
" Of ?"
" Why we bother to stay alive if there's no point to us."
" . . . Would you like me to tell you how I think of it?"
" Sure, why not?"
" Have you ever watched a fireworks display? One that you watch from afar and have no idea how it's going to look or whats going to happen?"
" Yeah, I watched a professonal one once."
" I dont mean a professional one. Just while your sitting in the garden and in the distance you see them and end up watching."
" Visualise it."
" Every single firework is a life. It grows and grows, flames at its most beautiful and then it dies away, all in the space of a few seconds. That is what life is, a fireworks display that you have no control over and is so beautiful you believe that its impossible for it to be chance and that there must be some creature, human or otherwise that is creating this magnificent display
Supernatural Jingle BellsDashing through the states,Supernatural Jingle Bells6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
With a car trunk full of guns.
Seeking out their fates,
Full of danger, daring fun.
Gun shells full of salt,
Making demons pay.
Oh, what thrill it is to vroom
in a 67 Chevrolet.
Oh, demon smoke, Spirit sounds,
Oh what thrill it is to vroom
In a 67 Chevrolet. Hey!
Vampire fangs, shifter skin
Our butts kicked day by day.
Oh, what fun it is to help
In a 67 Chevrolet.
Not so long before,
Dean had went to hell.
Sam was lost and sore,
He tried every spell.
After months had seared,
Nothing was ever said.
Then Castiel appeared,
And pulled Dean from the dead!
Oh, Rugaru hunts, Dracula,
Lilith will not stop,
And there are Angels with big wings. Hey!
Witnesses, Bear doctors,
Alastairs a pain.
Uriel needs to go and die,
Before I go insane!
Oh, Fallen angels, broken seals,
Demons wont go away.
Oh, what fun it is to kill
And have weapons everyday. Hey!
Dean nightmares, Sam powers,
All on through the day.
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 Seconds4 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
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.
AkuRoku Drabble ::Argue::AkuRoku Drabble ::Argue::8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Roxas tried to pull away, but the hand wrapped in the front of his jacket stoped him. "Let go of me!" he yelled, trying to yank the hand off, gripping at the other's wrist.
"No Roxas!" Axel yelled back, just as passionately. "I'm not going to let you go until you fucking remember me!" His voice was angry, but Roxas thought he could see the sparkle of tears in those emerald eyes.
"There's nothing to remember!" he protested, still struggling, the keyblade manifesting itself in his other hand. For some reason, though, he couldn't bring himself to strike the other.
Tears now obvioius in his voice, Axel responded in a yell full of more emotion than could be possible for a being who truly had no heart. "There is EVERYTHING to remember!!!"
Princess Merril"Why don't you play with Grammy and Poppy's present?" Erica Portman sighed, no longer able to contain her annoyance.Princess Merril4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Recognizing the signs of his mother's waning patience, Merril slid out of his seat. Erica had been working on the crossword, but whenever her son sat next to her, staring at the page intently, she found it impossible to concentrate.
Merril skipped upstairs to his bedroom, and tossed open the door. It had been his birthday two days before, but the plastic truck his grandparents had sent from their home in Wisconsin still remained unopened, the box tossed on a chair. He grudgingly took it down, and dragged it to the computer room.
"Uh-huh," Mark Portman replied, his face appearing ghostly in the glow from his moniter.
"I can't open it." He held up the box, which was covered in enthusiastic slogans (Real tires! That turn! Unleash Worlds of Imagination! Be a Firefighter!).
Mark turned slowly, a "You know daddy hates it when you interrupt his work," alr
F R I E N D S F orgetting to keep their promises andF R I E N D S4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
R ealizing it's too late to lend a hand.
I f they forget about "friendship" one day,
E ager am I to confront them and say:
"N o one treats real friends like strangers,
D ealing even with danger,
S ticking together can heal every wound."
Puzzle-PerfectBold. Beautiful. Shattering. Screaming. Open.Puzzle-Perfect4 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
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
Heart to Heart"Aren't you two friends?"Heart to Heart5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"Yes. Well. Kinda. We've been friends since we were five years old and he stood up in the middle of class to blow me a kiss even though he got in trouble for it. But now...now he has a girlfriend and I don't know how to be his friend."
"So you like him?"
"It's not that easy to say yes to, or no."
"Have you ever been just friends?"
"I don't know how to answer that. We've never kissed but when you see us together, you'll click your tongue and sigh at me that I should just be with him because it's obvious that we get along so well. I'm not afraid to argue with him and even when we're not watching a movie, he has his arm around my shoulders and tickling over my stomach and I can feel the slow flap of butterflies."
"It is pretty obvious."
"But it's not! Now he has a girlfriend. And the thing is, he's always had girlfriends, but it's never stopped him before from kissing me on the cheek and trembling soft crush words against the shell of my ear. But now he has her a
Johnlock"Sherlock, I don't understand." John Watson looks at his flatmate, Sherlock Holmes, deeply in the eyes.Johnlock3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"What's there not to understand, John?" Sherlock seems to pin John in his place with his gaze.
"You said that..." John looks down at his feet, not knowing where else to go with that statement.
"That, I did, John, and what's your answer?" He stares down at the ex-army doctor.
"Yes." John looks up at his friend and bites his lip.
"Yes?" Sherlock looks at him, a slightly amused expression on his face.
"Yes. Why did you ask me, out of anyone you know you asked me. Why?"
"Because I know you...and I trust you." John smiles at Sherlock.
"Really?" Sherlock nods.
"I always have." John smiles wider.
"Thank you." Sherlock looks at him, genuinely puzzled.
"Asking me to come along." Sherlock shrugs noncommittally.
"Like I said. I trust you above everyone else." John smiled again.
"Do you want to go back to the flat, make some tea?" Sherlock shrugs again.
"Might as well...Lestrade is s
ode to a good bossAn ode to a good bossode to a good boss4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
By Paul Frederick Clayton
To my boss, I'd like to dedicate
This jovial kind of poem
though It really turns my stomach
Knowing that I know him
I'd like to feign concern
For all his woes and cares
And pat him firmly, on the back
Atop a flight of stairs
When he goes on holiday
I like to wish him well
And hope he's going somewhere warm
Like the furnaces of Hell
He meets with lots of people
Such as his clients and bookkeeper
Why can't he meet someone new?
Like for instance, "The grim reaper"
If he should pop his mortal coil
That would not make me grieve
The thing that ticks me off the most
Is, he shares the air I breathe
He bores me with his witless jokes
They're no cause for celebration
The only time he'll make me smile
Is at his burial or cremation
Nobody seems to like him
That's not open for debate
I suspect when he's behind closed doors
He likes to err fiddle
T A R G E TT o defend my heart, my soul,T A R G E T4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A re you not unwrapping the hole
R eaching under my fragile ribcage,
G rasping to my heart's content,
E dging towards my freedom,
T hrashing each and every bit of my loneliness?
Grand Finale LyricsGrand Finale Lyrics5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
One day, i was sitting near the window and find all the birds are all gone
What is the truth behind all the things that had happened in this hollow world?
I want to know what is the truth behind this and I want to know, who am I?
I just want to crash the emptiness and fill them into my own world.
I want to know the truth hiding inside the world that I am living in
I want to see what's beyond the emptiness in all the crescent world
I sing for melody.
I sing a harmony
I sing for all the creatures in the whole world,
and may they find hope for themselves
I sing a melody,
I won't sing a requiem
I believe that there's a hope for everyone,
and they will find their own real selves
One day a prince will come,
I believe that will happen,
but for now on I will protect myself
and wear my own shining armour
I sing for melody.
I sing a fi...na...le
I will save all the creatures in the whole world
on the day of the grand finale...
So even if I'm too weak,
So even I'm not too strong,
I can feel all t