Gems of Black and of GreenGems of Black and of Green4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
STOP! Before you read on I suggest you go listen to: "The bravest man I ever knew" by Ministry of Magic, "Snape Vs. Snape" by Ministry of Magic, and "Lily" by Ministry of magic. I believe they set the mood for the story because they were what I was listening to while writing this fic. Plus they are wonderful songs even if they are a little to up beat for this story.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, because if I did Severus would have died in the arms of someone who loved him.
She hovered over her body watching as a stone man crumbled.
Really she shouldn't care, he had called her a mud-blood, it had been years since then. But it still stung, still made her so angry, and she could still feel her wounded pride. She still was angry at him; unfinished business and all that maybe she wanted to punch him. Perhaps that was why she hadn't passed on yet.
Then again she doubted he was the reason. No, it had everything to do with the screaming baby in the crib behind the sobbing ma
If You're Unhappy and You Know ItDon't say you're happyIf You're Unhappy and You Know It5 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
When you know you're not.
It's not healthy or safe to keep negativity bottled up inside.
Earth And Pot.He - Frank - he wants to be able to do something. He wants to laughlaughlaugh until he can't laugh anymore and his sides are splitting and he has to bend over just to breath. Oh god, he wishes he could do that. But he can't. He can't do anything right now. He's just standing there, swaying a little. He thinks he's shaking. He can hear the wind rustling the leaves on the trees' branches, only, not really. Mostly, he just hears static. A loud crackling sound in his ears that he's sure noone else can hear but him.Earth And Pot.8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He gulps hard and the fingers of his left hand twitch a little, the fingers of his right hand clutching his abdomen. "Gerard?" he squeeks. He wants to start mutilating one of the sleeves of his hoodie with his fingers, the fabric stretching and a small hole becoming a big hole. Almost big enough to fit his thumb through. But he can't. His arms feel heavy and dead.
"Gerard?" he repeats, his voice raised a little. He notices that it has an annoying whine to it. Does it always soun
Spin the Bottle ::MCRFanfic::Please, before you read, read the following warning.Spin the Bottle ::MCRFanfic::8 years ago in Teen More Like This
This fanfiction is slash. It involves the following people; Brian, Gerard, Frank, Mikey, Bob, Ray, and a made-up character for the occasion, Sam. The couples mentioned are; Brian and Sam, Gerard and Mikey, Ray and Frank, Ray and Bob, Brian and Mikey, Gerard and Ray, and Frank and Gerard.
PLEASE take note of this before you read. Thank you.
Of course it had been a joke.
But everyone on the bus had been boredeveryone being Gerard, Frank, Ray, Bob, Mikey, Brian, and the driver of the bus who was consequentially a girl. They had parked outside of a gas station to give herSama break.
Im bored, Mikey moaned, putting his bass guitar down and standing up only to run his fingers through his thick hair. Lets do something. Leaving his hair even further ruffled than before, he put his hand on his hip and thrust it out. Ray, who was closest, eyed him strangely and went back to t
TwistIts starting to get late the sun is dropping down behind the trees and all the other kids are starting to leave, picking up their boards and laughing with their friends as they make their way out of the gates. Spencers keeping watch, like always, trying to make sure Brent still has his helmet on and Ryan hasnt broken any bones yet (hes always been so fucking fragile). He can look up and see the stars starting to show through, but Ryan still shows no interest in leaving to go home.Twist8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
We could have our name in huge letters, Spence, Ryan says as he rolls past again. Spencers mostly staying off the equipment now because of the light level, but Ryans still swooping past on the half pipe, dangerous flips and turns and spins and Spencers heart skips every time Ryan lurches into the air. Summer League. Its pretty cool, right? Ryan goes past again, and the breeze he causes makes Spencers bangs fly back.
Camisado : 1.Brendon wasn't the only one who knew that Ryan's dad hit him; Jon and Spencer knew too.And they all did their part to help the boy,cause really.Ryan was kind of like the baby of the group.Even though he was the second oldest with him being 17,Jon being 18,and both Brendon and Spencer being 16.But that didn't matter much.Camisado : 1.8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Whenever Ryan would stumble into Brendon's house,always seeming to be early in the morning,Brendon would carry Ryan up to the bathroom and let him stand in the shower for as long as he wished.Then he would turn the water off,get an extra pair of pajamas from his bedroom,help Ryan get dressed,and then fall asleep on the couch with Ryan curled against the chest.Occasionally he would kiss the older boy's temple whenever he were to whimper; that would always make it stop.And Brendon didn't really mind.
The morning after,Brendon would call up Jon and Spencer and command that they come over immediately,always ending the call with "Yeah,it.It happened again." So Jon and Spenc
Garrett and KateI cant believe Jacob gave us this!Garrett and Kate7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Yes, now could you slow down?!
Why would I want to do that?! He let out a whoop as he popped a wheelie on the bike, the girl shrieking and clutching tighter to his seemingly human waist.
Maybe because otherwise you get the couch for the next millennia!
Aw youre such a wet blanket Katie
Urgh, he said as he sniffed. The things I do for you woman
Kate smiled as she lifted her head from the jaguar. But I like your eyes
Garret glared at her before sucking the jaguar dry, he wondered if Edward could hear his mental grumbling from a thousand miles away.
You know, fires just arent the same without marshmallows
Kate cocked her head at her mate quizzically. Whats a marshmallow?
Garret nearly fell over. You mean to tell me that something that has been around since 2000 BC has never been
Introduction To A Broken HeartIve seen Christmas lights reflect in your eyes.Introduction To A Broken Heart8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Thinking back, Pete cant remember spending a Christmas without a band. Sure, there are those times when he was a kid five, six years old, tearing open spaceship wrapping paper and yelling in a high pitched voice but that doesnt count, not really. Everything from that far back is sugar coated and clouded with time, anyway, so its not like he can trust any of them to be true.
He remembers spending Christmas with Andy and Chris, piled up in the back of their practice space, laughing about summer stories until their sides hurt. He remembers spending Christmas with Ryan years later, of course with Spencer and Brendon curled up all on the same sofa, keeping warm, trying to decide if they should call Brent (if it was the right thing, if he even wanted to talk to them, to remember them) and then Brendon suggesting they just call Jon.
He remembers spending time with The Academy and Gym Cla
My Tourbus Romance ::BobxRay::Bob exhaled loudly, pressing his forehead against the window. Another day, another tour, he thought absently. It seemed as if all they were doing, all they had time for, was touring and the making of their upcoming CD. No time for themselves, no specific time in which they could sit back and just...let go of their minds. They were confined to a strict schedule that they themselves had set up for one another: while on the road, work on the new album. While off the road, tour. Get an hour or so of a break after each preformance before packing it up, heading to the tour bus' coffin-sized bunks, and get some sleep. Then, the next morning, begin working again.My Tourbus Romance ::BobxRay::8 years ago in Teen More Like This
He was in one of the booths, sitting there, staring out the window. Gerard was in the back of the bus, attempting to play the guitar along with lyrics he was ab-libbing off the top of his head. Frank sat beside him, as usual, but Bob couldn't tell if he was working or staring lustingly over Gerard. It was hard to tell these days, main
At First Sight: Ch. 20 -FINAL-Chapter 20At First Sight: Ch. 20 -FINAL-5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"And he was... my best friend. I'll never forget the time when he first mentioned Adam to me..." Camilla took a deep breath, and she smiled at the raven-haired man. She glanced at the coffin, and turned back to the people. "He wanted to have the best dance to show off. It was adorable. Tommy, I love you, and you were the best friend I could've ever had... I hope you're in a better place."
She stepped off the podium, a few tears building in her eyes as she sat down. Next, Cassidy decided he wanted to go up. "I first saw him with Adam some time after Christmas last year," he spoke. "I even called right in the middle when..." he smiled and laughed. "I called Adam on their first night and killed the moment!" The crowed laughed, and Adam smiled.
"I met him while he was on his death bed," he went on. "He was weakened and frail, but... he was a gorgeous man. I would of fallen for him if Adam didn't, and if I didn't fall for Brad over here." He beckoned to Brad, who looked at his
heronheron napping on the lakeheron4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
as tourists wield
their oars and cameras
(a perfect catch of wing span
for the family to exclaim about
at Sunday dinner)
its delicate bone dance
drowns out the cerulean
in our ears -
birth of moon and stars
invisible to the ripple
lapping sand and silt -
just the thin scream
of winter fleeing
Danger SignDanger Sign7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The thinly veiled threat of you
runs my jaw
like a black velvet finger
aching for riddles.
You are all soft silk and whispers
sweet suffering and innuendo
and a jade's game
that loves to taunt me out of my skin.
The unplanned danger of me
plucks your mouth
like a hornet stinging nectar,
drinking in your taste.
I am all nightshade and silver
coarse textures and rough propositions
and a rogue's game
that longs to leave you unhinged.
Kingdom of HeavenWell, how are things in HeavenKingdom of Heaven6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
where your tears are wiped away
How does it feel with your joyous smile
where the lights dance around and play
How does it feel to see Him
where His source makes rivers sow
How does it feel to have no death
not to feel its rotting flow
How does it feel to be alive in death
to be perfect in all your ways
To inhale His passion with your very breath
in His arms beyond all days
How does it feel to not be here
many following the siren's call
Where children yearn in the streets for love
chasing tears as they brace to fall
We Live In A Toy.Your melody's as sweet as the first time it was sung,We Live In A Toy.8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
With a little bit more character for show.
Brendon really kind of misses the old days. Not all the old days, but most of them. He doesn't miss the Sundays when his parents would drag him to church, or the days when he would have to sneak Ryan into his bedroom when he arrived at his door beaten and bloody, or the days when Brent would go storming out of the room in the middle of practice. No, he doesn't miss those days.
He misses the days when he and Ryan would skip class to hang out in the back of Brendon's shitty van, or when he could just sit down and let his fingers move themselves across the keyboard, or the days when Spencer would surprise him with a new pack of jelly bracelets every week. Brendon liked the glow-in-the-dark sparkly ones.
When Brendon tells this to Ryan, sitting down Indian-style on the floor and resting his chin on one of Ryan's knees, it's a little silent afterwards. Ryan shifts a little on the couch
Nights Like ThesePete remembers a few things from his childhood. He used to remember a lot of things, but as he got older, his dusty memories were replaced by new ones. He remembers, distantly, being three years old. His night light had gone out and the room was dark, even with the glow in the dark stars that one of his cousins had sent him for his birthday. The room seemed scary, even though by now he knew where each and every one of his toys was, and where hed left his shoes earlier.Nights Like These7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Hed stayed in bed that night, shaking but keeping quiet, until he finally fell asleep. Thinking back, it seems like that night stretched on forever, but he knows that his memories are blurry and that as a young child, the concept of time hadnt really kicked in. The next morning, his mother had changed the light bulb in his night light, but Pete had still made her check for monsters in the closet.
His room, back in the present day, pulled out of memories, is the basement of his mothers house. It
Uncomfortable TruthsWell-Woven Net, Knot 6: Uncomfortable TruthsUncomfortable Truths6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It was still almost impossible to believe. Had they really, truly, found the Urn of Sacred Ashes, the last earthly remains of the Prophet Andraste?
Alessar brushed his hand over his belt pouch again, knowing that nestled inside, wrapped a tiny envelope of oilcloth, was a pinch of those ashes. They had seen a High Dragon, they had been questioned by the shades of Andraste's contemporaries... they had somehow fought phantom copies of themselves, and they had even walked through fire. All of that to finally come to Andraste's final resting place. For a short time, their worldly concerns had seemed almost trivial in comparison.
He certainly wasn't the most religious person, but it was the Chantry, and their rules and laws and history, that he had little love for. Like many elves, he had a sense of reverence for Andraste herself, for what she had done and the message she had tried
Mismatched loveWhile Jordan was cooking Ka decided to be at least slightly useful and grab the plates and cups for dinner. Normally she would be pestering him and trying to distract him, which sometimes resulted in whatever food he was making to burn, but he always said he didn't mind since she was the best distraction, so she rarely felt bad. It was a good thing Jordan was just distracted with cooking, otherwise he would probably get on her about doing too many things while she was pregnant, but she didn't see how reaching up for a plate could do any damage.Mismatched love6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
As soon as said plates were in her hand Ka noticed something. They didn't match. When she looked up into the cupboard she realized none of their plates matched, neither did any of their cups, and come to think of it they never had any of the same patterned silverware.
"Jordan " Ka started as she stared at the weirdest pattern on the plate in her hand.
"Yes sweetheart?" Jordan said, not yet looking up from the stove. He had to watch h
Night MusicNight Music7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dawn breaks night's promise,
its refrain haunting your lips
like music I once knew,
old love songs where couples
waltz across rosewood floors
in a rustle of taffeta
and women speak the language of fans;
or tango under the Brazil moon,
the ruffle of skirts
skimming marble and sand
in rhythm with the stars.
You teach me the melody
in a crescendo of hands and hips,
your kisses the notes
trailing down the sheets -
a sonata I know by heart
Ten Tales of AU Ka and JordanTen Tales of AU Ka and Jordan6 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Jordan had always been told that men don't cry. It wasn't even that boys didn't cry, there was never a point when he was allowed to be a boy. From the moment he met his father, though the title was used loosely and could be easily exchanged for "sperm donor", he was admonished for not acting like a man. So no matter what the others said to him, no matter how many times they insulted his mother, the only person who had ever shown him any love, and no matter how often they smacked him around just for the fun of it, Jordan wouldn't let himself cry.
But sometimes when he was in his room late at night while his family was busy tending to their own wants and had gone back to ignoring his existence once again, he would cry himself to sleep and dream of a future where his life was his own.
Tomorrow would be the day when his allegiance ended. The last of his family would be dead and he would no longer be in their debt.
For Heart-AngelCmon, Edward! Alice urged, reaching for my hand. Itll be fun!For Heart-Angel7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I scoffed. For you, you mean.
She simply giggled in response, clasping my hand in her tiny one; she took Emmetts in the other.
We are so going to regret this, arent we? he stage-whispered to me, and I grinned.
Big time. Alice gave us a knowing look.
Im doing this for her, you know, she informed us. I love her, and you will, too. Shes great!
Alice had had a vision where shed hung out with one of the humans at this new school of ours in Canada. Elizabeth. Lizzie, as her friends called her. Unfortunately, Alice had no classes with this girl, so she had to think outside the box on how she was supposed to meet said girl. And, of course, she couldnt do it alone.
Lizzie was a musical buff--and, to her immense delight, the school was going to perform The Phantom of the Ope
Esme 17: SunshineAlthough it had started slowly for me, the burning pain stopped rather abruptly. I paused for a few seconds, waiting for it to return. The last part where it had taken refuge in my heart had been so intensely excruciating that I thought I would die simply from the pain. All that was left, however, was a simple aching in the back of my throat, like I was thirsty. I had survived, despite the odd, and now I didnt know what to do.Esme 17: Sunshine7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Carlisle had stayed with me through all of it, and now he waited for me to move with bated breath.
I blinked my eyes open.
I did not take in myself or my surroundings--I only had eyes for him. His face, so apologetic, so warm and loving, was all I desired to see.
What could I say? Certainly, I wanted to say something, but where to begin?
Without thinking, I pulled myself up, using muscles I was sure I hadnt had before. I was now closer to him, and I could smell the sweet scent that came off his skin.
Carlisle smiled, and started to speak, but s
Mercenary GamesHe stubbed out his cigarette with his steel toed boot and regarded the house with bitter contempt.Mercenary Games9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Curling his lip and swinging his shovel from its position against his shoulder he dug deliberately and ruthlessly down into the immaculate garden, ruining the manicured lawn and disturbing the plant pots.
For several minutes he dug straight down into the earth, and he quickly disappeared under the ground. For any other human being it might have taken at least an hour to vanish from sight but he worked quickly and effortlessly, a blur of shovel and mud.
A blur he might have been, but he was still seen by a certain member of the household, a small smirk twitching the corner of his lips as he gazed down at his best friend and comrade ruining his garden.
Gregory pressed his fingertips against the cold glass and drank greedily the sight, feeling strangely exhilarated that the Mole would be so wonderfully furious at him. He could already hear Christophe's nasally voice bitching at him about his
MothersDisclaimer: I don't own Sesshomaru, Izayoi, Inuyasha or Inu-papa, so don't sue me!!Mothers10 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Sessho-nii-chan!" The young Inu-youkai sighed as he heard his name being called at the top of the little hanyou's lungs. He sat outside in the castle garden looking up at the sky pondering all that had happened within the last week. He had a lot on his mind and the last thing he need was his half-brother climbing all over him. He pretended that he didn't hear the call of the little hanyou and laid back in the soft grass under him pretending to be asleep. He was hoping that it would make the little brat go away.
But Sesshomaru had no such luck.
"Sessho-nii-chan, I know you awent sweeping." Sesshomaru sighed again as he opened his eyes to see gold orbs staring back into his own. The little hanyou was clad in white just as he himself was. He had no doubt that they would both be scolded for the grass stains they were bound to have upon returning