Gems of Black and of GreenGems of Black and of Green3 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
Surprise for Lexxa24Surprise for Lexxa244 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
All I want for christmas is you. <3
I've been at the Burrow for about four days: today was December 24th, which meant it was also my birthday and Christmas at the same time. Sure, Christmas was the 25th, but we celebrate it at midnight on the 24th. Anyhow, we celebrated my birthday yesterday because today we knew we would be really occupied. It was really great, though, but I had a feeling the Christmas party would be even greater.
I was really happy to be here, I got to admit. I wasn't sure about going in the first place; I knew that Harry and Hermione were also coming to the Burrow for Christmas, so I didn't want to burst in just like that. This year, Fred and George asked Rose and me to come to celebrate Christmas with all their family at the Burrow and I was really excited to go even though I wasn't sure if it was okay with Molly, but George insisted. And of course, I couldn't resist going. Anyhow, I don't regret being here at all. The Weasley family is so nice and re
DBZ:Unlimited Ch.7DBZ:Unlimited Ch.74 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"If it isn't one problem,It's another"
We were flying over the ocean for what seem like a good ten minutes. I was holding on to Trunks neck. I looked over slightly at Trunks and saw a emotionless face. I was dying on the inside wondering what was on his mind. "We should be getting closer to where my Dad is",Gohan said. "That's good",I said,"But shouldn't we worry about the Androids being there"? Trunks soon spoke up "I don't sense major power levels." Gohan soon looked back at us, since he was flying ahead."Maybe when Trunks broken one of the Androids arm,They went somewhere to repair it". "I sure do hope so Lil G". "It makes no difference, We still need to make it to Goku and my father before they do". Trunks replied.
I looked and saw the emotionless face of Trunks had turn into one of anger and confusion. I hated seeing him this way. "What's got you thinking?", I asked him. "Those weren't the androids of my time I warned everyone about. I'm just confused how these two are completely
Only you- SoraxRiku Riku. . . .Only you- SoraxRiku8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The silver-haired boy stood by his locker, waiting for the clock to strike 4 to go to practice. He did this everyday, and everyday Riku was given millions of love letters from 3-4 while he waited.
Sora, his best friend, watched everyday as he denied the love letters everyday. Sora's locker was across from Riku's in the hallway, and they were always seperated by the fangirls. Even he, Riku's best friend for life, couldn't see him very much at school.
Sora always felt weird when he saw Riku so far away, his heart throbbed, and he always felt lonely, too lonely. After the first weeks of school, Sora discovered his love for Riku. He didn't want to be apart from Riku outside
Need a loveNeed a love to hold strong and keep it together.Need a love6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To never let go and for the speak to never die or burn out.
SasoDei: ThunderSasoDei: ThunderSasoDei: Thunder8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A SasoDei Story NO, DUH, IDIOTS.
Deidara groaned as he glanced outside of his window. A thick blanket of white snow covered the ground as far as his eyes could see.
Oh, fuck, yeah Deidara swore, stepping away from the curtains and engulfing the room in darkness. A dim candle in the corner was all he had to help him make out Sasori, a puppet man with flaming locks of red hair. His soft outline glowed in the light. Were snowed out. Theres no way well survive out there for even a minute
Sasori sighed, closing his silver eyes and leaning his head back on the couch. Damn it that sucks
The blonde Iwa plopped onto the floor, mumbling a curse under his breath. Youre telling me Goddamn it, its freezing in here!! He shivered, rubbing his bare arms. Im gonna go get my cloak.
He stood up and walked out of the room, glancing over at Sasori as he passed
AkuRoku 009 - LightAkuRoku 009 - Light9 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
009 – Light
He hunched over, panting, as the flames around him died, leaving only a wisp of smoke to prove their existence. His weapons lay loosely in his hands, and he could feel small beads of sweat forming on his forehead. Looking up, she stared into the ocean blue eyes of the boy in front of him. Cool, defiant, his stance was casual, almost as if he was with an old friend, but his eyes flashed, daring him to attack once more.
"Axel," he said, in a tone of realization. But Axel just chuckled, cutting off. "Let's meet again, in the next life," he threw at him. If he really remembered, he would answer… "Yeah," replied the boy, nodding. "I'll be waiting."
Axel just shook his head. Maybe… He let out a small laugh, as shadows engulfed him, "Silly. Just because you have a next life…" And he disappeared.
"AXEL, GET YOUR BUTT OUT OF BED!!!!!"
Axel eyes shut open, and he shut up, to be greeted by the oh-so-lovely face of Larxene. She glared at him angrily. "What's that mat
Little SisterLittle SisterLittle Sister9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I never understood what the big deal about rain was. I mean, what was it? Wet stuff that fell from the sky. I never understood why it had such a huge significance to some people. It never did to me.
Or maybe that's a lie.
In fact, it is. Rain did mean something to me, just not all that happy crap it did for some people.
You know what it makes me think of? A night way back when I was eight. A night full of dripping, pouring rain that soaked through the sweatshirt I had worn, that soaked through my battered sneakers. A night of standing outside the place we were leaving my sister.
(Sometimes, when I don't sleep I still wake to hearing what I think are her screams, her pleas for help, her pleas for us not to abandon her)
We stood there in the rain for ages, it felt like. We stood there watching them drag Wanda away, listening to her screams and remaining deaf to them. I still have that image of her locked in my head. Her hair reduced to a flat and dripping tangle, her
Imperfect.I was sitting today in church, listening to people singImperfect.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
At the surface it seems beautiful, without a slip or fall
But an observant heart can see
flaws in the melody
Every flat or sharp
Missed Cues, lost words
Such imperfect songs for such a perfect Lord!
I sit in my room alone, sinking in my thoughts
At the surface I seem wonderful, without a care or fear
But within my heart I see
flaws in my melody
Every doubt or smirk
Missed cues, lost words
I throw my head in my hands, loathing one like me
Such an imperfect life for such a perfect Lord!
"Why do you call for us to sing?"
I cried out to my God
"When our pitch is often off, and the words are full of doubt?"
"Why do you want such imperfect songs for such a perfect God?"
God just smiled
He pulled me close to him and simply said:
"Because it's yours."
Whereupon Nessie grows upSo, wait You wanted to have sex with my mom?!Whereupon Nessie grows up7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It was years ago Nessie!
Jacob, thats just EWWWWW!!! Go run around the woods with Leah.
Because I just realized the guy Im stuck with for ALL ETERNITY once wanted to sex up my MOM. AND THATS JUST NASTY.
Grace CaseI am a hopeless case,Grace Case4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
down on the ground
where I deserve to be.
Thrown out, despised,
hated, reviled -
I am a hopeless case,
there's no escape.
I am a hopeless case,
yet you come close,
on a level with me.
You love me, lift me,
heal me, change me -
I am a hopeless case,
but not to you.
I was a hopeless case
until you came
and took my place.
Thrown out, despised,
hated, reviled -
you became a hopeless case
all for my sake.
I am a case of grace,
raised up with you
because you saved me.
Loved, and changed,
embraced, renewed -
I am a grace case,
rescued by you!
EvesdroppingIsBad ::Frerard::Bob and Ray stared at each other, aghast. The entire band was off the tour bus; it was one of the break days, where they were free to roam the city as they pleased. Bob and Ray had forgotten their wallets, so they had come back on the bus. But they werent expecting what they found or, rather, heard.EvesdroppingIsBad ::Frerard::8 years ago in Humor More Like This
They heard someones short, quick breaths; the two had squinted their eyes at one another. Where had it come from? Moving forward carefully, they deduced the noise was, indeed, coming from the semi-large bathroom that was on the bus along with them.
The thought that someone was still on the bus puzzled them slightly. They had been sure that everyoneFrank, Mikey, Gerard, and themselveshad been scurrying away since quite early in the morning. Ray and Bob had left the bus without a backwards glance at about eight in the morning, meandering around the large city. They just came back after deciding they wanted to buy something from a shop, four hours later, and realiz
A Renesmee Story Ch.2A Renesmee StoryA Renesmee Story Ch.27 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I woke up about an hour later a note read, in my dad's hand writing:
Were sorry we couldn't wait for you to get up. Your mother is getting testy and so is your Uncle Em. We know Jasper didn't mean to calm you to the exstent that you needed sleep. Well Esme is staying but she needed shopping done. Were in the forest to the east. If you want follow are scents. BUT stay away from the others pray, and don't go anywere but the house and to us. Well'll be home around 11pm.
I looked at the clock instictivly. An hour before they got home and fifteen minutes before Alice would see I'm awake. A thought ran through my head but I wrote it down not thought.
Dear Mom&Dad and Family,
Sorry for making you wait but I'm going down to La Push. See you in a couple hours. Sorry again, Love you so much.
I'm in so much trouble. I could run as fast as the rest of them so I ran. I was at the bord
Last Chances, Heart BreakerAutumn;Last Chances, Heart Breaker7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
When he wakes up, everything is dark. After a few minutes, things start coming into view, blurry. He can hear a rapid rush as air moves in ragged, heavy breaths into his lungs. As his senses slowly return, he can feel that hes laying half on concrete, and half on something hard, yet unsteady. He can smell garbage, mixed with the left-over scent of stale alcohol and cigarettes. Then, suddenly, everything hurts.
He almost cries out, but his throat is dry, and produces no sound. He curls in on himself, but that doesnt help, just makes the pain worse. Blackness swirls in front of his eyes again, but he takes a few deep breaths, and manages to stumble to his feet. He still has his cell phone, wallet, and money. Grabbing a cab crosses his mind, but at this hour, it would be faster to walk.
His legs almost give out on him when he starts walking, but he balances against a wall, and doesnt go down. He ends up limping most of the way. He wasnt far to begin
Intoxicated Circulation.Brendon finds himself wondering how the fuck he can remember kissing Ryan for the first time. Mostly because the first time he kissed Ryan, he had had two Monsters and a coke and half a bag of gummy bears and he's pretty sure his face was tingling and woah. Brendon tends to forget things, but even more so when he's on one of his sugar highs, even though most people wouldn't be able to tell the difference. Cause that's just how Brendon is; loud, obnoxious, giggly, and far too hyper for his own good. That's just Brendon. But what he does remember, was that he did it.Intoxicated Circulation.7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It was innocent. Brendon walking (more like bounding) towards the back of the tourbus as his face twitched with a grin that wouldn't leave, no matter how hard he tried. He vaguely remembers thinking that his face was bound to split in two, and he'd be really ugly looking. But none the less, the smile stayed, even when he reached the back of the bus and saw Ryan sitting there, his head beant low as his thin fingers lazily str
The ProposalHermione lay on her back staring up at the clouds. It was the first warm day of spring and she planned on soaking up all the heat she could. She had taken a blanket and a book into the garden of her and Ron's house and sat and read for an hour before rolling onto her back and letting her mind wander back to Hogwarts.The Proposal4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She remembered springs where groups of students would come sit in the sun, just chatting and relaxing. Where they would enjoy the few weeks before they all went home. Or enjoy the few days before all havoc broke loose as it was one to do. She remembered fondly one day where Harry, Ron and herself had ended up in hysterics after a long conversation about Crabbe and Goyle's possible secret love affair.
Ron stood in the kitchen doorway smiling at Hermione giggling to herself. He had just returned home and had seen her lying on the grass as he went to the kitchen for a snack. He had stopped and leaned against the door frame and just watched her. They had been living together f
How Could I Ever DoubtHow Could I Ever DoubtHow Could I Ever Doubt6 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
(The following is a true story.)
How could I ever doubt? I fight doubt constantly but in many ways I wonder to myself why? I ask myself this because of something that happened to me in 1995. Although I guess I should start from the beginning: I lost my dad in November of 1992 and in my senior year of high school the only thing that mattered to me was my family.
However for some unknown reason that year a freshman decided he was going to fight me but would never attempt to do anything unless he had at least 6 friends with him. So one day it came to blows and I put him on the floor hard. After that he would tell me every day how he was going to beat the crap out of me and honestly it felt like a game to me...something to look forward to.
Although this changed very quickly the day he told me he had found out where I lived and he was coming after me and my family. At that moment I felt some
A Memory Or Two."Hi, I'm Spencer."A Memory Or Two.7 years ago in Teen More Like This
Hi, I think I've forgotten my name.
"Can I have one Blueberry Blitz smoothie, please?"
Could I maybe hold your hand for a little bit?
"You know, you have real pretty eyes."
You have gorgeous lips. Can I taste them?
"So how much's the smoothie gonna cost?"
It'd totally be on the house, if my job wouldn't be at risk.
"$2.99? Good deal."
Woah. Did our fingers just touch as you handed me the money?
"So, um. I guess I'll see you later, maybe?"
No, come on, don't. Don't go. We just met.
"Here. Um, maybe you can call me sometime?"
Where'd that sharpie come from? And are those numbers you're writing on my hand?
"Oh. And I never did get your name."
Brendon Boyd Urie, already in love with you.
"Brendon. I like it. Well, so, call me."
Maybe. If I work up the courage.
Thunderstorms- SasoDei fluffDeidara lay in bed, listening to the sound of the storm outside. Another bolt of lightning hit somewhere, and let out a tremendous thunder clap.Thunderstorms- SasoDei fluff8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Deidara shrieked and shivered. It was starting to get seriously scary in his room. The dark shadows on the walls were creeping towards his bed, it seemed. To try and pull his attention away from the walls, he formed a bird in his hand, but as it formed it malfunctioned and exploded very loudly before it's time, causing Deidara to jump almost out of his skin.
"That's it. I've gotta get out of this room, un." He said, and jumped out of his bed. He didn't bother to pull his cloak back on, as he was wearing his normal outfit to bed anyway, minus the Akatsuki uniform. He sighed and walked out of his room, trying to seem calm but ending up walking away faster than he had intended.
It was silent in the hallways, eerily so. Deidara took a step, starting
Forget Me Not Ch. 1 :Frerard:Gerard scuffed his brand new Doc Martens against the sweltering asphalt, almost as if he were giving it a right of passage. His eyelids drooped just the slightest bit over brilliant green eyes, humidity drawing them to a close. It wasn't that Gerard was dying from the humidity - anyone who lived in New Jersey was stuck with the stickiness of humidity and knew only too much about it - but the humidity level was higher than he would have liked. It did not help that he was dressed in all black.Forget Me Not Ch. 1 :Frerard:7 years ago in Teen More Like This
Scraggly hair stuck together with sweat as he shoved it away from his face, staring from the threshold of his own doorway. He looked behind him into his house and muttered darkly, "if I die of heat, it's your fault, mom."
She appeared in the hallway and gave him the fish eye. "If you die of heat, it'll be because you won't change out of all that black!"
He lifted his arm (clad in cloth wrapped around with belt buckles clinging there) and waved it up and down, frowning. "What's wrong with the way I
a lie we both can keepAs a child, he would look up at them with wide eyes and ask, How much do you love me?a lie we both can keep7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He never got an answer.
no one falls gracefully;
The wind is freezing, icy water pelting against his skin, savage and unyielding. He pulls his jacket tighter around himself and keeps walking, under streetlights and black clouds. Inside every shop he passes, people are closing up, cleaning, locking doors and calling their family to say: Ill see you soon and I love you. The glow shuts off and, one by one, all the windows go dark.
He turns a corner and a hand wraps around his wrist. He jumps, startled, and Brendon says, Hey, shh, its just me.
He nods, throat dry, and they keep walking. Four blocks down, they stop outside a door, heavy music vibrating from the inside. Brendon squeezes his hand, and they go in.
There arent a lot of people, but Petes new band is playing and a small crowd has formed around the stage. The music is all drum
Forget Me Not Ch.2 :Frerard:He groaned darkly as his arm rose to cover over his eyes. He rolled over, finally resulting in shoving the pillow over his head as he laid face-down into the mattress. "Wake up, Gerard!"Forget Me Not Ch.2 :Frerard:7 years ago in Teen More Like This
"No," he moaned, voice distorted from the mattress. His mother yanked the pillow off of his head and threaded her fingers through his hair, yanking his face up and shoving a flash light directly into his line of vision. His eyes snapped closed as tight as they could, but the light woke him up, much to his dismay.
"Rise and shine, sleeping beauty." Her voice was grim as she turned off the flashlight. For a moment Gerard only saw the bliss of darkness, before the overhead lights switched on. He sat up, growling slightly, rubbing furiously at his eyes.
When the voice came, it was from the top of the stairs. "Gerard, time for breakfast. Then you have to go back outside again. Got that?"
He did not respond, merely grunted. His mother exhaled loudly before he saw the shadow retreat into the more inhabited pa