Rainy Paris - Chapter I plParyż. Deszczowa pogoda doskonale odzwierciedlała panującą obecnie porę roku - jesień. Wąskie, zmoczone deszczówką ulice nabrały niepowtarzalnego uroku, prawie całkowicie opuszczone, sprawiały wrażenie smutnych, ale tajemniczych. Z reguły taki obraz zawsze rozjaśnia kolorowa, optymistyczna parasolka, ale dzisiaj na ulicach nie było ani jednej żywej duszy. Niebo wyglądało dość nieprzyjaźnie, myliło ludzi swoją ciemną barwą wprawiając ich w iście senny, wieczorny nastrój. Tak samo było też w małym antykwariacie na rogu. Szary acz sympatyczny budynek, w którego małe okienka deszcz uderzał z wielką siłą, jakby chciał wedrzeć się do środka. Uchylając drzwi każdy klient słyszał miły dzwoneczek, niczym ze starych filmów, a w powietrzu można było wRainy Paris - Chapter I pl5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Rainy Paris - Chapter II plTego dnia uliczki były bardziej uczęszczane niż uprzednio. Kałuże po wczorajszych ulewach jeszcze nie wyschły, dlatego spotkanie małych dzieci w kolorowych, pociesznych kaloszach, chlapiących się w deszczowej wodzie nie było trudne. Wielu rodziców biegało za swoimi pociechami z aparatami, by uwiecznić ich śmieszne poczynania. Każdy kto widział ten obrazek, mimowolnie się uśmiechał.. Niestety ten wesoły nastrój nie dotarł do małego antykwariatu na rogu, którego małe okienka, mimo, że świeciły złotawym światłem, wydawały się przerażająco puste...Rainy Paris - Chapter II pl5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Charlotta siedziała za ladą, na swoim ulubionym krzesełku i pochłaniała kolejny tom "Życia i twórczości Salvadora Dali"... To był już 3, dotarła właśnie do jego wczesnej młodości. Za każdym raze
Scorpius's Decision 5He couldn't sleep. That much was painfully obvious after fifteen minutes of staring at his ceiling. Where was bathtime? Where was that last apple, please daddy, before bed? Where was Perry landing on him just before Scorpius's little body followed because he couldn't sleep without just one more hug?Scorpius's Decision 53 years ago in Romance More Like This
Bloody hell, was his sleep cycle really that reliant on his son? He rolled out of bed, padded across the hall to his office to grab a sheet of parchment.
I realize how late it is and I do hate to bother you. I find myself
What? What could he write here? He missed his son, missed the routine. He vanished the last line.
Could we chat? A floo call would be simpler, if you don't mind.
Shaking his head, he rolled up the small sheet and wandered up to his little attic. There was hardly enough room to stand in it if one looked at the house from the outside, but Draco had always been fond of the charming little idea of having a bi
Scorpius's Decision 3Scorpius flew straight into Harry's arms the moment he stumbled in through the floo. Draco tried, as he always did, to not smirk at the auror. Honestly, he'd been dealing with them at least since he was eleven; the man should know how to execute a better landing by now. But then he tilted his head up, fingers stroking through Scorpius's hair, and offered a sheepish smile. Draco's lips had no choice but to abandon the smirk and become an answering curve of lips.Scorpius's Decision 33 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Well, Potter, it's been a while."
"Yeah, sorry. Pansy Parkinson's cousin was being tried based on circumstantial evidence for... something." And the glance Harry aimed at the child let Draco know that it was a very serious something, even if he hadn't already known about the case. Pans had floo called him for the first time in months to rant about it. "Anyway, Ron and I did some digging and managed to clear her."
"Yes. I'd heard." She'd also called to brag. "Very well done, Auror."
"Thanks." He straightened, letting Scorpius ta
Scorpius's Decision 4Ten years ago, had anyone had told him he'd be eating dinner with the Weasleys, his first inclination would've been to ask, "You mean I'll be alive in ten years?" After all, it had been rather touch-and-go that year... Eleven years? No, he'd been trying to murder Dumbledore... sort of. Hating every moment of it.Scorpius's Decision 43 years ago in Romance More Like This
Twelve years. He cast a tempus charm, studied the little date that appeared along with the odd-looking clock. No. Thirteen years. Thirteen years ago that day Harry had been underwater, being the hero he'd always been. Thirteen years ago, Draco had known that there was a plan to bring his father's Lord back, but it hadn't quite struck the chord it probably should have.
Thirteen years ago, he'd been - he could admit - a stuck-up twit, incredibly jealous that Harry bloody Potter was in this tournament and actually looking forward to...
Draco sighed. He hadn't known exactly what would happen, hadn't quite put it all together in his fourteen year old mind that having the Dark Lord b
Animal BiscuitsIt was Thursday. The Thursday before the end of the world, and almost Friday to boot. The late hour found one angel and one demon sitting across from one another at a small table in the back of the former's Soho bookshop. Empty glasses littered the table, and the pair passed a bottle of Chianti between them.Animal Biscuits4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Got anything to eat 'round here?" the demon, Crowley, asked, less than articulately.
"Cupboard," the angel, Aziraphale, mumbled in reply, staring moodily into his glass.
Crowley stood, a little shakily, and stumbled across the small room, opened the cupboard and dug through it noisily. After a few moments, he returned and set something on the table between them. The something in question was a small red box with a string handle. Printed in gold, over images of a tiger, a hippopotamus, a giraffe and a zebra, were the words Barnum's Animals; below that, in slightly smaller letters, Crackers.
Aziraphale looked on in hazy interest as Crowley wrestled the thin paperboard
Scorpius's Decision 2Scorpius-Scorpius's Decision 23 years ago in Romance More Like This
"That's me." The boy tapped at the letters at the top of the page, interrupting before his father had really had a chance to begin. "Harry wrote me a letter."
"So I see." Draco Malfoy adjusted his son more comfortably in his lap. "Shall I read it to you or are you going to talk over me?"
He looked up through bangs that were in need of yet another trim. Draco resisted the sigh, only brushing his fingers through the soft strands. His hair grew like a weed but, as his mother informed him each time he complained, his own hair had been just as quick. "Read it, read it! I wanna know what my letter says, daddy!"
Now Draco did sigh, lifting the letter up again.
You're right. It has been a whole three weeks since I saw you last.
"That's a long time," the boy interrupted and Draco congratulated himself on ignoring it.
I would love to see you more often, really, but the cases I've been on lately have been tough ones. You know I
The Stag and the Doe: Part TwoChapter Two: PotionsThe Stag and the Doe: Part Two4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Amy walked up the moving staircases of Hogwarts to her first class of the year: Charms. Her fellow Slytherins, all clad in green, ignored her, all disgusted by the fact she was a Mudblood, but the Gryffindors that were going to Charms with them were obliged to talk to her. One in particular, Jason Collins, was very pleased to help explain the complexity of the wizarding world to her.
"Oh yeah, you should have been at the feast! The Durmstrang boys were so awesome with their fire-based magic, but the Beaubaxtons girls blimey, they were good!" He seemed to swoon at the memory.
"They were only good to you because they were attractive! Ever heard of love magic, Jason?" countered Artemis Davies, another Gryffindor. "Honestly, the Durmstrang Institute upstaged them at the feast!"
Jason scoffed. "Hardly! But, did you see our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher? Professor Moody?"
Amethyst immediately became interested. She had read about
I Do Not Love YouI did not marry you because I loved you. I can not love, not you, not anyone, not ever. I married you rather because I did not want to hurt you.I Do Not Love You5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I liked you from the first time we met. You are smart and beautiful and funny, and you bring out the best in me, which is more than anyone else can say. I'm not a very likeable person, but for some astonishing reason, you seemed to like me in return. You were a puzzle, and you pushed me to new heights, and for that, I am forever grateful.
But of course, it could not last. You came to my rescue frequently, and sooner or later, someone was bound to see us. I only regret that circumstances collided in the way that they did. It truly was a miracle of the unfortunate that you happened to slip at the very moment that your mother's most trusted confidante rounded the corner. It was even more untimely that she would look up just as my arms found their way around your waist to steady you, and that you should flush that particular shade of delicate pink
The HedgehogI used to think that you were just a child,The Hedgehog2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Or maybe, rather, just a hero’s seed.
I never thought, when you came from the wild,
That seeing you would build in me such need.
I want to beat you, take from you that lead.
I want to prove that of us, I’m the best.
I find my ego getting hard to feed
Each time we go our separate ways to rest.
But maybe I’ve misunderstood this test.
A force of nature, you just can’t be beat
So easily, except perhaps in jest.
Your final failure soon will prove my feat.
Tomorrow you shall fail to rise again;
That day I’ll have my empire… and… what then?
The Diary of Elrond. Chapter 4The Diary of Elrond. Chapter 47 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
If anything, my few happy memories contribute towards hastening my death. Being partly of mortal descent, I am prone to illness and although I am not sick, this defect permits me to fade much faster than the majority off elves- Celebrían had been fading for approximately the same amount of time as I have been but due to the speed at which the illness took her, I could barely notice a difference- I however, feel awful. The little I do manage to eat does me no good- it only wastes more energy as my stomach rejects it; as a consequence, I have had to confine myself to the bed as the strength and will to get up and move about eludes me with ease, ;like a rabbit hiding in its earthy burrow from a fox.
I wonder how the children are coping. As thei
The Diary of Elrond. Chapter 2The Diary of Elrond. Chapter 27 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
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Celebrían is gone. After leaving the tranquillity of Imladris behind us early yesterday morning, as Arien made her slow ascent into the sky we (that is my wife, a small group of friends and family and naturally myself) rode to Mithlond to the great grey ship that lay peacefully anchored in the harbour to say goodbye. Goodbye. I had thought we would be together, as
The Diary of Elrond. Chap 1The Diary of Elrond. Chap 17 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Ever since that accursed orc attack Celebrían has been quiet, too quiet, sometimes its as if she simply isnt in the room. I am working day and night to help her recover from her ordeal, with only desperation left to fuel what little strength I have in reserve. I have healed her physical wounds but is spite of doing all I possibly can, I cannot restore her peace of mind, cannot erase those hideous memories that plague her every waking - and sleeping - moments.
Celebrían continues to flinch and tense up whenever I so much as enter the same room; I am afraid the dreaded Elven-Sickness may begin t
100 theme challenge 8 Riddle8. Riddle.100 theme challenge 8 Riddle3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
"I have a riddle for you."
The voice of GLaDOS echoed through the huge test chamber.
Testing Chell wasn't enough for GLaDOS anymore.
Lately the AI started to present riddles.
No hard ones, actually they were childish, but she refused to let the elevator down until Chell answered it.
Of course GLaDOS still believed Chell was mute so she couldn't give any answer.
But her file told GLaDOS Chell could write so she provided a notebook and a marker.
Chell had to write the answer on it and show it to one of the ever- present camera's.
Once Chell sat on the floor for almost a day, refusing to answer.
Not that it was such a problem; it was just that GLaDOS used the riddles to poke more fun at her.
Every answer was translated to another sneer or fat-joke and Chell got sick and tired of it.
Once she even torn the notebook in half and threw it in an incinerator, but GLaDOS told her if she did that one more time she would release the deadly neurotoxin.
And Chell believed he
Stars do not wax and wane The king lay tossing and turning on his cot, writhing about and twisting the sheets into a mess around his feet, before lurching up and sitting with a cry.Stars do not wax and wane4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"No!" He yelled, bringing two guards and his best friend running in, swords drawn. Erestor crossed quickly to his friend's side and gently pushed him back onto the mattress, dismissing the bewildered guards with a nod.
"Ereinion, mellon nin, what's wrong?" He asked of the stricken king, once he managed to gain his attention.
"We have to go, now! They're in danger." He struggled against Erestor's grip, in vain, as he was again pushed down, "do you not care about the twins? I know where they are being held, Erestor, I know the location of the Fëanorien. If we leave now we can help them!" He hissed. Erestor's eyes widened in hope at
Gift of CompanionshipThe winged man smiles at the little girl as he carefully holds out his two cupped hands, offering a small, blue-eyed bundle of fur to her. She sniffles and blinks, surprised, slowly peeking out from behind her hands.Gift of Companionship2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Do you like him?" the angel kindly asks.
"Wh-where's his momma?"
After considering this, Aziraphale settles on telling her, "She can't be here right now."
"Doesn't he b-belong to somebody?" Another sniffle. Azira can see the girl relax a little, hesitantly reaching out to pet the kitten's fur. The feline reflexively closes his eyes and began to purr.
"He needs someone to take care of him," says the angel softly, slowly moving to kneel in front of the girl. "His owner is far, far away, and will not see him for a very long time."
"She didn't like him?" Now the girl is drawing a little closer, caressing the softness with two hands, tears beginning to dry up. She sounds outraged that anyone could dis
48 - February 14thFebruary 14th, 200548 - February 14th7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Light Yagami sat with his head in his hands, temples throbbing as he attempted to forget the memories of earlier in the day. It had been spent shopping at the mall with Misa, who had been even louder and more excitable then usual. Of course, it was Valentines Day, and she claimed that there was really no reason whatsoever he could put off going on a date with her. When she had asked, he claimed that he needed to keep up pretences in front of the investigation team - that he needed to at least make it look like he was working hard to catch Kira. After all, there had been no progress since L's death, just a few months ago.
Misa had won in the end though - she insisted that unless he went with her, she wouldn't help kill criminals ever, ever, ever again! Light wasn't stupid enough to believe her, but after an hour of constant whining he decided after all that a day out might not be so bad. It wasn't as if his social life was the most exciting thing
GeminiThis was wrong. All wrong. It shouldn't be like this.Gemini4 years ago in Drama More Like This
George couldn't move. Once again he found himself sitting on his bed, staring out the window. Instead of looking at the surrounding field of wheat he saw a large white tent, much like the one that was erected at Bill's and Fluer's wedding. Now it stood as a reminder of happier times, before everything went to hell for George.
He found it odd that something that brought such joy and excitement before left his stomach in knots and his heart aching for it all to go away. He looked down at the wizards and witches that were lifting the tent and saw a familiar shock of red hair surrounding a shiny patch of skin.
George felt a stabbing sensation right where his heart was. Or where it used to be. He was an empty shell now. He walked around the house in a daze. Sometimes he wasn't even aware that he had actually moved. One time he had made it out to the marsh that surrounded The Burrow when his father tried to drag him back to the house, yel
The Stag and the Doe: Part 3After a long week of new classes a disciplinary set of Transfiguration lessons, a very dirty ensemble of Herbology classes, and an especially eye-widening chain of Defense Against the Dark Arts courses Amy was hungry. And tired. She wasted no time in getting down to the Great Hall for dinner, and it was beneficial; she was the first Slytherin to arrive, in fact, the first student. Others from her house followed, but the sat far away from her. The Gryffndors, who had pent their day in class with the Ravenclaws, flooded their table. Artemis and Jason didn't even look at her. Nobody liked Amy; at least, that was what she thought. She was seriously regretting her choice of house.The Stag and the Doe: Part 34 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Meanwhile, Potions was always an enjoyable class. Professor Snape always gave Amethyst high marks, and even let her goof around and relax a little. It was peculiar, how the most despised teacher of the school was her favorite.
Amy jumped. Professor Moody limped over to her, taking a swig ou
The Diary of Elrond Chapter 6.The Diary of Elrond Chapter 6.4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I can't seem to get any peace now that I have decided to die. My people must have learned to read minds over the past month as I h
Somewhere Only We Know pt. 2Harry's hand is in his and the only thing keeping him anchored to the moment. Standing in a small, quiet square of land, under a gray sky - a neutral pocket of the world, outside of which nothing exists.Somewhere Only We Know pt. 24 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
At least that's what it feels like.
It's not right that his brother's here. Lying under the ground, tucked away so quietly, out of sight and out of mind, just another name in a row. No one would think to look for him here, in a place like this. His brother deserves something...better. Something bright and wonderful. Something verging upon inappropriate, ostentatious and distracting in this place of peace and mourning - because something like that would make his brother laugh and what else matters?
What else matters at all? What could possibly be more important than the fact that his brother is gone?
How dare they tell him to move on, to pull through? How dare they expect him to forget even an ounce of this monstrous ocean of hurt? Who do they think th
Metallic Soul-Chapter 3Warnings: Cursing, some references of a kind.Metallic Soul-Chapter 37 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It was around midnight when Sonic finally reached his small apartment. The rain had been over for a while, nothing left of it but puddles and the fresh, earthy smell from the soil. Soaked to the skin, his cropped blue fur clinging to the contours of his lithe frame, the hero trudged into his room, feet sloshing in running shoes.
His home was just a small loft, a pit stop for when he was in the city for extended periods. Like when he was dating Amy. That thought was soon dashed when a gloved hand smashed its palm into the hedgehogs face. Sighing, the teen slid his hand off the cheek and kicked off his shoes.
Black walls, sparse furniture, save for the wide-screen plasma with PS3, racing posters serving as a second wall-paper. Even a pin-up here and there. Truly a bachelors pad. Shoes and gloves off, Sonic flung himself on the mattress, groaning. Had he knew that the date would end this bad, he would just
Portal - 100 Themes - Riddle100 Themes Challenge #8 - RiddlePortal - 100 Themes - Riddle3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Occasionally, GLaDOS thought about paradoxes.
She was thinking about them more recently, especially since Wheatley had shown that paradoxes could be safely averted. She didn't like to consider the very valid point that Wheatley was dumber than a sack of hammers; she merely wanted to know why the paradox hadn't worked.
By thinking about them, she also hoped to gain a resistance. It was easy to fall into the downward spiral of negation, but she had recently been able to stop herself from frying out her circuits. That in itself had been a glorious triumph.
Today, Orange and Blue were taking an especially long time through their test. They were bumbling around like idiots right now, trying to avoid a turret line and failing miserably. Putting the reassembly machine on auto, GLaDOS decided to take a break from watching the two kill themselves and would instead focus on beating paradoxes.
Scorpius's Decision 6Harry wasn't entirely sure what to think. Besides the fact that sleepless nights were not conducive to spending a day with a couple of rowdy children. He'd expected Teddy to cause some trouble - he always did. But pairing him with Scorpius? Horrible idea. His godson's excitable personality was clearly rubbing off entirely too easily on Scorpius. The only good news was that the five year old was collapsing twenty minutes after lunch for a nap, Perry as his pillow since the crash had occurred on the floor of the parlor.Scorpius's Decision 63 years ago in Romance More Like This
Kreacher had retreated to his cupboard not long after breakfast and retreat really was the right word for that desperate fleeing. Harry had found himself envying the house-elf, which was rather telling. He knew, though, that he never wanted to deal with these two on his own again. He was getting to Draco as early as possible on Sunday.
Which just brought him back full circle. Since he'd finally gotten Teddy to settle down with a puzzle - "If you do anything loud,