The Sorting Ceremony of Sirius BlackSirius Black's Sorting CeremonyThe Sorting Ceremony of Sirius Black3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Black Sirius!" Professor Minerva McGonagall read aloud from the parchment she was holding. A faint whispers and girls chuckles is heard as a handsome young boy walked, his lustrous black hair gracefully waving behind him, he swallowed then sat on the stool. The Sorting Hat is placed on his head and for a moment, there was silence. He was a little tense but he doesn't want anyone to see it. Cold drop of sweats are forming on his forehead the same thought was ringing on his mind, his heart pounding.
"A boy of great chivalry and aristocratic grace. Slytherin can help you" the voice said but was cut when Sirius suddenly but in,
"I don't wanna be in Slytherin. I don't wanna be on the same rotten house all of my family were. My friends and I all agree and are...q-quite confident that we'll make it to Gryffindor." He said his voice a little shaky but with high esteem.
"You are a brave, clever and enthusiastic boy. I can as well sense there really is
The Sorting Ceremony of Peter PettigrewPeter Pettigrew's Sorting Hat CeremonyThe Sorting Ceremony of Peter Pettigrew3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Pettigrew Peter!" Professor Minerva McGonagall shouted through the Great Hall. A plump, stout boy made his way to the stool where the old and rugged Sorting Hat laid lazily. The transfiguration professor put the hat into his head, it slipped down his small pointed nose and then the hat began to talk.
"Hmm what a soft young boy. Oh, someone who worshipped his friends! Can't stand on your own eh?"
"Er, what? Are you Mr Hat talking to me? Y-you talk?" Peter whispered, voice shaking, his watery eyes going narrow on the pitch black inside of the hat.
"Of course young man! You have a great deal of weakness and should be careful of opportunities that rose, siding with the strongest and appear to be the winner isn't always the thing one should consider. Time will come and regrets would drive you down. The Hufflepuff House may teach you the value of loyalty so you better be in"
"I-I don't get a thing Mr Hat." He exclaimed before the voic
The Sorting Ceremony of Remus LupinRemus Lupin's Sorting CeremonyThe Sorting Ceremony of Remus Lupin3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Lupin Remus John!" Professor Minerva McGonagall called; her voice rang through the vast Great Hall. A pale boy with light brown hair slowly made his way to the stool and sat. McGonagall put the Sorting Hat into his head and he shut his eyes for a moment. Inside smells like an old cabinet it reminds him of some wardrobe where bogarts live. Remus had long feared them, well who doesn't? His mind was filled with many random thoughts as he opened his eyes and stared blankly at the black empty space.
"and great mind. You are such a smart boy, also unafraid but a bit off guard. Hmm you tend to keep things by yourself"a voice murmured inside.
"Ah, yes. I'm sorry I wasn't listening and yes, thank you." Remus said as he stared in awe.
"You could do well in Ravenclaw. It can train your mind in better ground!" the voice said again.
"B-but my friends are all confident they'll be in Gryffindor. In fact, one of us already made i
Supernatural Jingle BellsDashing through the states,Supernatural Jingle Bells7 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.
The Jaden WarThe Jaden War - PrologueThe Jaden War4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Heed my warning Avatar, your ways are old. The time is war, to kill is to protect. No one is safe, as long as the Jade Devil comes to be. Stop them from arising, that is your final task. Heed my warning Avatar, the world will burn if the Jade Devil returns.
The arrowed man sat up in bed, sweat dripping down his body as fear consumed his heart. It had been ten years since he was last contacted by the dead the spirits. Ten years since the war had ended. He was married now, trying for a child. As with his friends who had long since settled down. What could this task mean, his mission was supposed to be over. He had served his purpose, now he was to just live, then die. Gray eyes slowly glanced over to the female one pillow down. The blankets rose with her breath, peacefully. Nothing like the man who sat beside her. Carefully he removed the covers, using his oldest style of bending. He snunk out of the small room within the temple, past the sle
Mistaken Chapter 2: DisbeliefI work up early on September 1st wanting to arrive to my new duties early on the Hogwart's Express. I double checked my trunk, showered and ate breakfast in record time. My parents and I had plenty of time get to the train station with at least forth-five minutes to spare. Of course I forgot about the unpredictability of traffic. We only made it to the station with five minutes to spare. I ran through the barrier like a mad-woman minus the Amazonian yell I had to suppress.Mistaken Chapter 2: Disbelief5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Luckily it did not take long to spot the red-headed family that belongs to my best friend, Ronald Weasley. Harry Potter, my other best friend, also stood with them while enduring one of Mrs. Weasley's bone crunching hugs.
"Hermione", he choked out.
"Oh, Hermione", Mrs. Weasley released Harry and grabbed me. "I'm so proud of you, becoming Head Girl. I remember when my Percy got his letter. He was so proud. He wouldn't keep it out of his sight for a second. He was always afraid that something horrible would happen to i
It's Not Over Yet-Chapter OneIt's Not Over Yet-Chapter One4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Hi, everyone! This is my new Neville-Luna fanfic, Harry Potter related, of course. This beautiful chapter image is by :iconglitzychi: who is just an amazing artist. The picture is of Luna. I'd love if you could leave me a review and let me know what you think. Next chapter is coming soon!
It's Not Over Yet-Chapter One: The Aftermath
I stood next to my best friend, Ginny Weasley, and we stared at the ruins of our school and the place I thought of as home. Hogwarts was still standing, but much of it was in rubble due to the Battle of Hogwarts, as people were already calling it. Ginny's shoulders were shaking, her slender form wracked with silent sobs. She had lost her older brother Fred earlier today, or tonight, or whenever it was. Many people had lost someone close to them, and were sad, me included. Classmates, former teachers, people whom I had laughed with and fought side by side with
Legionis High School-PrologueLegionis High School-Prologue4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
1. It's kinda like a high school version of the show
2. This story starts as a JetAi but it's actually a ZuYoku
If you have a question about something I'll answer it. Hope you like the story.
Prologue: Ready For School
It was the middle of the night, everyone who lived on this street should have been a sleep, Sitting at a computer in a bedroom was a girl with long brown hair, tan skin, and bright blue eyes, wearing a tang-top and sweatpants. Her name was Aiyoku Huóshuǐ and she was on the phone with her best friend, Mokka Wéifēng, from down the street wasn't ready to sleep and wanted someone to talk to.
"Well if he wanted to go he would've, Mokka." Aiyoku said spinning on the computer chair.
"But he always goes with me. I think he might ..." Mokka started.
"No, stop, he is not cheating on you. Shu wouldn't do that, mostly because he knows I'd kill him." Aiyoku laughed.
Shu Chén was Aiyoku and Mokka guy friend. He had net them in middle school and they bec
The Night After the Concert P4 Pairing:Thomas/Guy-Manuel as humansThe Night After the Concert P44 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Rating: PG (NC-17 for the whole fic)
Summary: Thomas confesses his love to Guy-Manuel.
Guy-Manuel’s mind has drifted closer and closer to sleep while is best friend was in the shower. Close enough, that he didn’t notice when the bathroom door opened and Thomas walked out of the bathroom only wearing a towel.
A small smile appeared on Thomas’ lips as he saw his best friend dozing off by now. With swift steps he walked over to the couch and sat down next to his band member slowly, carefully enough not to wake him up.
Then his face turned serious again and he began to consider his options.
It was not possible to find a window of opportunity for this. There is none. Any moment he had his partner for himself was as good as the other.
A Little Orange Crush 1My name is Harry Potter and I am five years old. My best friend is Ron and my other best friend is Hermione, except when I say her name it sounds like 'Mione because it's to hard to say. Remus is my Daddy, but he's not my real Daddy. My Daddy is in the sky with Mummy. My Mummy now is Nymphadora, except I just call her Dora because I can't say Nymphadora either.A Little Orange Crush 15 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Today I had to walk home with Ron because Dad had to do jobs. I like walking with Ron. He smiles a lot and his big brothers Charlie and Bill give us rides on their backs sometimes.
I was laughing when she tagged me. I was laughing because Fred and George got wet when they walked by a water sprinkler. I didn't even feel her tag me until she said, "Tag! You're it!" Then she laughed, too. Ginny has a pretty laugh like Dora. She's Ron's little sister.
Before I got to tag her back, she ran over to her friend Luna. I wasn't going to go over there because I'm not a girl so I don't need to be by them a lot.
Ron laughs at me whenever I'm
a love poem.love liesa love poem.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in your fingertips;
a breath, a pause,
a search for
the color of the sky,
the feel of silence,
the shades of your voice.
in these moments,
'i love you'
is no longer enough;
i mean to say:
i love you always,
i love you most,
home is where
the feel of your hand in mine.
The Nightmare Before ChristmasTwas the night before christmas and all through the houseThe Nightmare Before Christmas6 years ago in Other More Like This
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care
In hopes that Saint Nicholas would soon be there
The children were nestled all snug in their beds
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads
I had just crawled into bed for sleep that night
Snuggling up in my blankets finally alright
When all of the sudden came noise from the yard
Awfully curious I went to regard
The racket outside was quite an annoyance
Although I saw nothing in came clairvoyance
Looking over the blankets of fresh fallen snow
The moon over head cast a very eerie glow
The faint tinkling of bells caught my attention
Puzzled, I looked and saw the invention
To whom I saw was not the jolly old man
Utterly confused, to the chimney I ran
I heard the patter of their hooves on the roof
So I grabbed my camera to capture my proof
Into the living room I scampered so quiet
What stood before me may have caused a riot
Something Had ChangedSomething Had Changed4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Something had changed over time. It was so quick that he didn't know how it happen or why but he ended up falling for him none the less.
Kurt Elizabeth Hummel was the only openly gay guy at McKinley High School and he wasn't afraid to admit that. Sure it hurt when people would call him fag or when he would get thrown in the dumpster but he couldn't help who he was or who he was attracted to. Well this person was definitely not a Who it was a Finn Hudson however. He Has had this little five year old crush for some time but now its developed into something bigger.
Right Now Kurt was in homeroom staring at the back of Finns head, and thinking about how amazing this kid was. I mean he was just a stupid jock but in allot of ways he was more than that. He was rather intelligent for his status and he was really faithful to Quinn ((which makes it even more less likely to be with him)) so there goes that superstition of him maybe being a man whore.
"And that is why..." the teacher
Survival InstinctZira stood behind Lenny, looking at the door, then glancing at each other worriedly. Was it another attack? They had lost many of their comrades in an ambush two weeks ago, three of out nine making it, only because they had fled for their lives as their base burned to the ground. They had rebuilt, it wasn't as good as their old base, but for three girls it would do. They had sent Rapture out for recon to see if RED agents had found them yet, and they hoped it was only her returning...in an unusually noisy fashion...Survival Instinct4 years ago in Sketches More Like This
Lenny grabbed a pistol off the counter and slowly made her way to the door, before opening, just as Zira grabbed her Medigun, ready to heal Lenny if they had to defend themselves. Lenny placed her hand on the keypad, and aimed as the door opened, a black figure stood outside, it had bits of blue around the edges of its' body and Lenny gasped, unloading a couple of rounds into the thing. The thing grabbed the pistol and wrenched it out of Lennys' hand, looking at it, and sha
The Night After the Concert P3Pairing: Thomas/Guy-Manuel as humansThe Night After the Concert P34 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Rating: PG (NC-17 for the whole fic)
Summary: Thomas ponders about how and when he fell in love with Guy-Manuel. After a great emotional struggle, he comes to the decision to confront his best friend tonight.
Thomas finished showering and proceeded to dry himself with a towel, wrapping it around his lank hips afterwards. His slightly curled hair was not too long, but it was thick and he couldn’t stand when it was wet, so he decided to try it, too.
During the process, he kept thinking of Guy-Manuel. Lately he couldn’t get his fellow band member out of his head. The mind-clouding fantasies became more frequent in the last few months they spent touring different countries together.
He couldn’t tell exactly why, maybe because they spent
He Sleeps FitfullyHe Sleeps Fitfully11 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He sleeps fitfully. He always has and it's no surprise really, after what he's been through over the years. I sit here, night after night, watching him. Watching over him. Sometimes, he wakes and smiles up at me before moving closer, wrapping his arms around me as he falls back into his restless sleep.
Two years ago, he finally killed the Dark Lord and I think that was the final straw. I remember the nights before then. Only occasionally would I need to hold him through the dark hours.
For three years I have watched him sleep, for three years I have comforted him through the worst of his nightmares. For three years, I have kept a vigil through the worst of his memories. Maybe one day his nightmares will end and I will no longer need to watch him.
I do not look forward to that day. Will he still need me then? Will he still love me when he no longer needs the comfort I offer? I dread the day he no longer looks to me to get him through the night. Will he still need a lowly Slytheri
10 Ways to Annoy Esme Cullen10 Ways to Annoy Esme Cullen10 Ways to Annoy Esme Cullen7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
10. Let it slip what Carlisle really does during his night shifts at the hospital, with all of the pretty nurses.
9. Tell her all about the names of your future children, when you want to have them, what genders you want them to be, etc.
8. Ask her if her hair looks like caramel, does it taste like caramel?
7. Politely ask if Carlisle asks her to dress up as Nurse. Naughty in the bedroom and if he demands she calls him Doctor. Dreamy
6. Tell her that Carlisle is much too old for her, and that he is clearly a cradle-snatcher or paedophile.
5. Take a chunk of her hair, put it in a blender with milk and hand back the final product, claiming its a caramel milkshake.
4. Tell her what the nurses at the hospital really think of Carlisle then smudge lipstick on Carlisles shirt collar and spray him with perfume. Laugh loudly when Esme notices, and videotape the reactio
Michael's Lost Interviews 1Michael's Lost Interviews 14 years ago in Comedy More Like This
Michael's Lost Interviews, set number 1.
" Take 1", Someone said running behind the camera. " Welcome folks and this is an interview with the King's Wife, and Queen herself, Michael.", The host spoke out loud, " So Michael, we want to know everything from secrets in your childhood to today's spicey relations with Michael Jackson."
Michael blushed, sitting with her legs crossed, she placed her hands onto her lap, making sure the right one was on top, only due to the fact she was wearing her husband's glove. " Well.. I.. Umm..What should I talk about even.."
" Alright.. Well, how about the first time you saw your husband, and everyone knows you were too young to see him in concert." The camera crew laughed, trying to keep it low.
" Umm.. Heh.. Well," She pushed her hair out of her eyes, " When I was five years old, I remember sitting down sort of, in front of the TV scr
AkuRoku HalloweenAkuRoku Halloween-I just can't do itAkuRoku Halloween5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Roxas couldn't run anymore. He didn't understand why he was running in the first place. He had the stake; Axel had the fangs. It should be simple; just stick the pointy end in the vampire. It shouldn't be this hard, but for some reason, Roxas thought that maybe, just maybe, he could escape Axel and neither one would have to face up to being on opposite sides of the line. Roxas collapsed onto a bench, tired and sore from fleeing.
"Hey Roxy," Axel grinned, and his fangs glinted in the pale moonlight. Roxas sighed. Why couldn't he just stay away? Why couldn't he save them from their duties?
"Hi," Roxas whispered, sitting up.
"Why did you run from me?" Axel asked, sounding hurt.
"So we don't have to kill each other. We are enemies now, Axel. I love you. I didn't want to have to kill you," Roxas replied sadly.
"You don't have to," Axel prompted, pulling Roxas into his lap.
"Yes, I do," Roxas groaned when Axel nuzzled his neck. Roxas pressed the stake aga
War Time -Eddie Rath-LyricsInstrumentalWar Time -Eddie Rath-Lyrics4 years ago in Drama More Like This
High on a hill
Are you sure he can save us from
You have not seen him
In his true form!
Watch what happens
To his body
Has its own story
In his left hand
He holds your life span
In his right hand
He bends the yin-yang!
An' my ninjas ride toniiight!
Everything's gonna be alriiight!
I'm the last
An' if they wanna bring the fiiight,
Show them where the kingdom liiies!
I'm the last
A tousand assassins
Swift ninja skills
Soon he says
Before they get killed;
"I wish I could use
Just half my skill!"
What is life?
What is death?
When I kill...
What is left?
You must first...
Pass the test...
If you WANT...
Rever me like revrand
I stay clever than a bitter veteran and other verterans' heads, I sever them
Even if I'm wearin' a sweater there ain't no sweatin' him
Fuck with him and he'll uppercut you
To hell and heaven and then back again
Apart Chapter 13: The BondHer body stung, as if she had bathed in lemon juice after being pricked by a million white-hot needles. But she could see the orange of the slowly setting sun in the sky above her, she could feel the cold slab of stone beneath her. Hinata was back in reality. The nightmare was over.Apart Chapter 13: The Bond8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Where am I? Hinata stuttered slightly over the words. She didnt want to move too much for fear of increasing the sting along her skin. She closed her eyes, and then opened them again for fear of falling back into that dream. No, it could not have been a dream. Dreams fade eventually, right? This was vivid. Disturbingly vivid. She could recall every detail, every feeling with exactness. Dreams at least dull as you wake up.
She took a modicum of comfort that she knew it wasnt real. It couldnt have been. It had definitely felt like it, while it was happening, but she hadnt really killed her friends, right?
The uncertainty she felt startled her. I know I didnt
VictimVictim5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Few Things Before I Start:
1. This is inspired by the movie Edward Scissorhands. I saw the movie about fifty times, and I KNOW my details aren't right by the movie, but I prefer it like this.
2. Don't let the short lines mislead you - This is NOT a poem.
3. This is my first fanfiction, so please leave a comment about it
There was an abandoned field
at the edge of the town
It was rumored
to be haunted by
Lots of people tried to enter the field
nobody came back to tell about it
no one knew personally one of these victims
but everyone heard about a one.
Amy ran freely
trying to reach the edge of the town
there was a field there
all of her friends said it was haunted
but she wasn't afraid
she was never afraid
she continued to run
into the field.
How nice will it be
when she'll tell all her friends
that she was the only one
who succeed in crossing the field.
In the distance
she suddenly saw a shadow
of a man
dressed in black,
with dark and messy