TogetherNot for the first time, Percy fought down a wave of paralyzing panic.Together2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
How long had they been here? Hours? Days? Weeks? It was impossible to tell. Percy knew time worked differently in monstrous places, and Tartarus was about as monstrous as a place could get; there was no telling what day it was, or how much time they had left.
Time left to do what? Get out before they died? Close the Doors before… what? He had so many questions. But the one that weighed most heavily on his mind was, how would they get out after closing the Doors?
He’d given it a lot of thought. As far as he could figure, these Doors had to be closed on both sides, which meant someone had to stay in Tartarus. Percy would stay; there was no other option. He had to get Annabeth out.
The problem was getting her to the doors first. It was torturous here. The monsters were only half-formed, so they weren’t so much the issue. What was so terrifying was the essence of Tart
The Witch of the West is Dead - ReduxI dropped her hands, watching her face twist in a way that was sad, but somehow holding back. I knew she could read my actions like no one else. I knew she was all too aware of my intentions. The thought of that sickened me. I was horrible for doing this, for making her think I along with everyone else she ever cared for was dead. What kind of friend was I? But I couldn’t back out now, no, I’d gone too far to turn around. My fate was sealed. In a minute I’d be ‘dead.’The Witch of the West is Dead - Redux2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Hide yourself, please,” I begged. I hoped, even maybe prayed that she wouldn’t see, hoped that somehow she’d be spared from the gruesome cheers that follow any unloved person’s murder. I had to turn away to keep myself from crying in front of her. It’d give everything away.
“And goodness know the wicked’s lives are lonely, goodness knows the wicked die alone!” I wish I had died alone. Wish that Glinda had left. B
The Little ThingsThe Little Things2 years ago in Romance More Like This
The Little Things
Author's Note: Yes, I'm back with yet ANOTHER Tsustar fic! So I kinda really love that One Direction Song "All the Little Things". It's super cute and inspired me! Black Star is a loud mouth and self absorbed, but even egotistical ninja's are observant and grow up at some point. *ONESHOT*
Disclaimer: Don't own Soul Eater… or the song… but this fic is mine.
Black Star wasn't very well understood. Maybe it was because he wasn't necessarily the most charismatic or whatever you'd like to call it. He wasn't sophisticated like Kid or smooth like Soul. He didn't engage in intellectual conversation like Ox, have some brooding, mysterious thing about him like Harvar, OR do whatever it was that Kilik seemed to do that had the girls calling lately. He was who he was. He liked high places, announcing his greatness, and being in the spot light. He liked eating massive portions of food, pla
Not a Waste of Space“I don’t think you’re a waste of space.”Not a Waste of Space2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Dudley placed the cup of tea in front of Harry’s door as quietly and subtly as his girth allowed him. He was running out of ways to get through to his cousin, and out of time as well: Harry only emerged from his room for the occasional meal and the daily argument with Dudley’s dad, leaving little opportunity for Dudley to approach him, and they would be leaving today. Dudley had sworn to himself that he would resolve their past to the best of his abilities before they went into hiding, if only to make things less awkward between them for the duration of their stay at whatever hidey-hole they ended up in.
If nothing else, the tea would certainly boost Harry’s morale. There was nothing more heart-warming than a good cup of tea.
It was cold, so cold. And dark. Why was it so dark?
Dudley felt like he couldn’t breathe. Felt like cold fingers were crawling up his neck
Letters to Ginny"Good work, Colin, although I expect you could use a bit of practice on your Patronus," Ginny Weasley said to her fellow D.A. member Colin Creevey as she surveyed the group's work on a crisp, clear autumn afternoon. Her gaze shifted away from Colin's shining face towards the window, a seemingly endless azure sky stretching ahead of her. Her nettled mind absentmindedly strayed to thoughts of Quidditch, a favorite pastime that was now banned due to increased security measures at Hogwarts.Letters to Ginny9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Ginny sighed as she strode away from Colin, her mind focused on everything but the tasks at hand. She was fully aware that she was supposed to be assisting the D.A. members with their defensive spells, but as her feet carried her across the crowded Room of Requirement, she couldn't bring herself to offer suggestions or ideas for improvement.
What would Harry think of you disregarding your role as the group's leader? she thought angrily to herself, her eyes falling upon Luna Lovegood as she dueled
Target No MoreTo you know who you are,Target No More7 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
I just wanted to say you're welcome. You probably think you have nothing to
thank me for, but read on.
I am the reason you are popular, the reason you're in that clique now.
I am the reason you're in the same group of jerks since elementary school.
Now you're most likely thinking, "How can I even think I have any reason to
think I'm the reason you're popular?"
I admit, I'm not the whole reason, but I am a part of it.
I existed. I lived the way I wanted to. I stood out because I wanted to. I
became the way for you to fit in.
You probably thought your snide comments were unheard.
Every little joke you made about my appearance, my participation in class, my
friends, and anything else you could use to make your "Friends" chuckle about
Everytime the teachers didn't intervene was noticed.
Did they hurt then? Yes. Did they hurt much? Not too much after a while. Did
they affect me? Still do.
But now I'm proud of the reasons I gave you to m
'After the End II' Chapter 1*You guys ready for part 2? I don't own any of the HP characters! ^^*'After the End II' Chapter 18 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
~*~*~* Chapter 1 ~*~*~*
A year flew by quickly. Fall died into winter over the wizarding world. Winter bloomed into spring, which matured into summer.
The students of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry were boarding the Hogwarts Express for their trip home. Summer holidays had officially begun.
Standing nearby the train with his group of friends, Harry Potter was smiling with his fingers intertwined with Ginny Weasley's. Ron Weasley stood with his arm slung around Hermione Granger's shoudlers. Neville Longbottom's hand was shyly brushing against Luna Lovegood's.
Proffessor McGonagall stood before them with a thin smile on her lips. She came to Harry and shook his hand, continuing down the line.
"How can we ever thank you enough?" she asked them. "I'm so happy
'After the End' Chapter 17*You guys know the drill, and I don't own any of the HP characters!*'After the End' Chapter 178 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Harry tossed and turned in bed. Images ran through his mind like a slideshow. He saw Sirius' face, once happy and carefree, writhe and roar in agony as Bellatrix Lestrange shot him down. Her mirthless laughter rang in Harry's ears. Tonks and Lupin's faces appeared and slowly faded away. Percy was sobbing over Fred's dead body. Hedwig flew away into the night sky, never to be seen again. Mad Eye Moody turned to face Harry, but he dissapeared. Dumbledore .....
Harry sat up straight in bed, his body shaking as he let out a strangled moan. Ginny rolled over sleepily under the tangled sheets.
"Harry?" she muttered sleepily. She opened her eyes, and they widened in anxiety. Harry's entire body was quivering violently. His face was streaked with tears and sweat. Ginny immediantly wrapped her arms around him as the
'After the End' Chapter 13*Ya'll know the drill, and I don't own any of the HP characters! ^^ *'After the End' Chapter 138 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
~*~*~* Chapter 13 ~*~*~*
Neville stumbled drowsily down the stairs early the next morning to get a drink of water. As he went into the living room and looked up, his jaw dropped. He found Ron and Hermione asleep on the couch. Ron wasn't wearing his nightshirt, and Hermione's robe was off, revealing her bare arms and legs since she was wearing a small nightdress. Neville shook his head and hurried back upstairs with an almost bemused grin on his face. He wasn't sure if he should laugh or not. As he passed by the girls' room, he suddenly stopped when he came face to face with Luna. She was barely awake as well.
"Can't sleep?" she asked him in her melodious voice.
"No ... it's just that ... I was thirsty," Neville stammered.
"Hmm," Luna said. "Well I can't sleep. We leave for Hogwarts in two days, and
The Engagement THE ENGAGEMENTThe Engagement8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The war with Voldemort had been over for 2 years now. It had taken Harry awhile to get over the deaths of his friends, mainly Lupin, Tonks and Fred. He had been afraid that the Weasley's would resent him, especially George. George had been depressed for a long time, but had eventually started getting better about socializing, and had even cracked a few jokes.
Ron and Hermione had expressed their feelings for each other, to no one's surprise. They'd all been waiting for years now for that to come about. And Ginny..Ginny. Harry had treaded lightly
my heartMy hearts seames are rippingmy heart8 years ago in Open More Like This
It wants to rest in peace
But every time you speak its name
It starts to double beat
The DatelessThe Dateless8 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
The tip of the crescent dagger above
seems to point straight to my eyes
it's bloody rusts shower
and everything they touch is wounded
The giant cedars are on guard
each exhales some sulfurous fume
More Than Just A Love StoryMore Than Just A Love Story8 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
I need not ask where
All I have to know is that you're there
so that our hands clasp in warmth
and our eyes whisper in silence
Neither do I need ask when
All I have to know is forever
so that we'd gaze upon our dreams
and we'd ride through eternity
as we soar with our hearts
and our hearts soar with us.
There would be no fatigue...
There would be no aging...
There would only be life...
There would only be love...
We'd only come down to smile
and look at each other
as we whisper the story
in the mirror of our eyes
as I see you in mine
and you see me in yours.
'After the End' Chapter 14*Ya'll know the drill, and I do not own any of the HP characters!*'After the End' Chapter 148 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The dirt road was dusty in the morning's growing heat. Everyone's feet were hot and dry by the time they reached the lake. Ron set the picnic basket down on the grass and George dumped the towels and paracels out of his arms.
"Last one in is a rotten egg!" he shouted. He ran towards the clear water, tearing his shirt off and shouting like a mad man. Harry, Ron, and Neville followed suite, and moments later there was a huge splash of water as they dove in. Hermione, Ginny, and Luna were laughing as they pulled their long tee-shirts off and put their hair up. Ron stood to waist-high in the water and started splashing about comically.
"Come on, Hermione," he begged. Hermione shook her head.
"Uh-uh, it's too cold," she grinned.
"Okay, we could've done th
His Deathly Hallows and Death was waiting, so jolly, gone his grimHis Deathly Hallows8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
met by a grin, were three brothers before him
and the Peverells commanding said; "Reaper"
"We hath forded your river and mastered it's keeper"
and Death bowed low, a jollity in he, said;
"Oh great brothers of Peverell, what have you of me?"
"A wand, greater then any," said the elder, and given a branch
"Made new of Elder, it hath no equal, no match"
(oh slashed his neck, Death came so swift
for his vain desire to exist without it)
the middle brother grief buried deep like a knife
"I wish of you power, over those without life"
and Death offered a stone; their hands met, once, so brief
and Death whispered sadly, "Be done of your grief"
(for in dead lovers, no passion canst be inspired
and in short time, Death twas greatly desired)
the fledgling Peverell considered his fate
and for some time seemed to contemplate
To Love and Live- Chapter 16McGonagall gave a small smile of pride. "Fifty points to Gryffindor," she said softly.To Love and Live- Chapter 168 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"So... Ron's right, then? It was my love that broke through the barrier and burned Malfoy?" Harry asked.
McGonagall nodded, her eyes twinkling.
"But then... why don't more people use it?" Ron asked, confused. "If it's just love- most people love someone, I mean, think of Mum or Dad, or Bill and Fleur... even me, Colin, Luna- we all love someone, our parents, a girlfriend or boyfriend, why don't more people use love like that?"
"Ah," McGonagall said. "Somebody else once asked Dumbledore that very question. What do you think, Mr Potter?"
Harry's brow furrowed as he thought. "Because- we shouldn't use love?"
McGonagall tilted her head slightly. "Perhaps... I suppose that's part of it... but not the full reason. Mr Weasley?"
Ron shrugged, his face blank. McGonagall sat up a bit straighter, pulling her chair further towards her desk.
"You can't intentionally use love in that way," McGonagall said.
False Hope, Then Hope Falls...False Hope, Then Hope Falls...8 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
like when an eye winks
the heart sinks
like million thorns,
of ifs and whys
of doubts and crys
that boils the blood
that brings such grudge
would end in misery?
pulled by gravity
wish as if dead
deep down the grave
that's how hope falls
when hopes are all false
My Sweetest DreamArtemis shot up in bed sweating and crying with the covers thrown off to the side. The dream that terrorized her, kept her up at night and haunted her every thought had struck again. The discusting reality of her past kept threatening to show itself through her dreams, but what was worse was how real it seemed. If it was real she wouldn't be able to show herself around the team again.My Sweetest Dream4 years ago in Humor More Like This
Tonight was an unusual night though. Instead of fighting to get back to sleep Artemis just laid back staring at the ceiling. A knock on the door prevented her from getting to deep in thought. She hastily whipped her face and ran to open the door. Standing before her in yellow and red p.j. pants and no shirt was Wally. His hair was messy and his were eyes tired, but still showed concern as he looked at her. Under his arm was a bag of chips, soda and a chocolate bar.
"You alright?" He asked.
"What? Of course. Why?" She stammered.
"Then why aren't you asleep?"
"Cause some freak was knocking on my door." She
PKMN- Never Second BestAm I really this dense?PKMN- Never Second Best5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I have known Misty for almost ten years now, and yet this is only now dawning on me. Sure, I've doubted my own feelings in the past, but only because I was in fact dense, or never believed that she would return them.
But now, it's as if she's already confessed to me.
I feel so blind.
Before me I hold a letter. We write as often as we can when I don't get the chance to visit, though the letters are sporadic due to my constant state of moving around. And her letters are usually all the same: catching up, good wishes on my journey, you know. Buddy talk. But this one it's different.
I've read it over a hundred times, just to make sure I'm reading the right message. It all seems to start out as the rest, but there are key words that I picked out that give the letter a different tone One that seems more than friendly, even sad and hopeless. It doesn't sound cheery like the others.
With my newfound enlightenment, everything else seemed to fall into p
YJ- chasing trainsArtemis always thought of train stations, especially the ones that were outdoor, to be a sort of heartbreak heaven. Which, considering the sort of situation that she was currently in, didn't seem to be that much of a stretch.YJ- chasing trains4 years ago in Romance More Like This
At train stations, or airports, or anywhere really where people were coming and going, there were always tears. Always. It didn't really matter if they were tears of joy, like the ones coming from a woman with a particularly flashy ring on her finger as she met her well dressed husband, or tears of sadness like the ones coming from the little girl with a bow in her hair and a teddy bear in her hand watching her mother walk into the train without a second glance.
There weren't any tears on her face, though, which was something that she was grateful for. If she had cried she never would have forgiven herself.
Adjusting the black strap from her bag so that it was situated more comfortably on her shoulder Artemis double checked her ticket so that she got on the
sick in bed chapter 1Slowly, Isabella opened her eyes and the moment she did that, she knew something was wrong. Everything seemed to be blurry, she felt really warm and when she tried to sit up, she felt really dizzy and fell right back again.sick in bed chapter 14 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Well this is just great..." she thought to herself. "I guess I can't go over to Phineas today OR get more patches with the fireside girls." She sighed thinking of what she'd miss today.
Isabella, like Phineas, hated being ill as it would mean staying in bed all day. She coughed a bit which wasn't a very good idea as this made her aware of the pain in her throat as well.
"Thanks... you got more things against me, fate?" Isabella thought annoyed. That's when Vivian shouted from downstairs.
"Isabella, breakfast is ready!"
"Well that's great..." Isabella thought. She didn't feel hungry at all. Her stomach felt too disturbed for her to eat anything. The pain in her throat was enough to make her stay silent though. She didn't like to ignore her mother but she didn't want
Wally and Artemis: After --part 2--Artemis kept going over it in her mind.Wally and Artemis: After --part 2--4 years ago in Romance More Like This
She couldn't stop thinking about what had passed between her and Wally that day. In that moment when the brick wall between them had fallen away, she got carried away and made herself completely open and vulnerable; something she was trained not to do. She still couldn't believe that she let herself fall for Wally's big green puppy-dog eyes
Recently, they had been starting to act civilized towards each other. If she was to be honest with herself, she really didn't hate him "But that doesn't matter He's Wally!" She muttered angrily to her empty room at Mount Justice. Today was just a slip up, a momentary lapse in judgement. She was just being silly, letting her imagination get carried away into thinking there could ever be anything between the two of them .
"He's still just as annoying." she thought to herself, as though this meant 'case closed'.
With a long and heavy sigh she fell back onto her bed, glaring angrily at the d