Snily SnapeXLily FanfictionSEVENTH YEARSnily SnapeXLily Fanfiction4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
James sat in the Great Hall as he had a spare class. As none of his friends gained the same spare, James walked around the school alone. Bored out of his mind James just sat there trying to sleep.
He could have gone to the Gryffindor common room and slept in his bed but he didn't really want to go to sleep. He wanted something to do but couldn't think of anything.
There was 20 minutes left of class before the lunch bell would ring and he would have his friends back. James lay on his back at the table in the Great Hall pondering if he should do his homework for muggle studies.
"Nah." muttered James, as he would rather do his work with His girlfriend Lily Evans who was an expert in that class for she was muggle born.
James was just about closing his eyes, and actually feeling sleep overpowering him when he heard footsteps.
Looking up quickly, James saw Severus Snape, an ex-friend of Lily that he didn't really care for walk in. The whole school new he had a giant crush on Lil
Defying Gravity: Prologue.DEFYING GRAVITY, a Harry Potter/Wicked crossover.Defying Gravity: Prologue.4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Written as a gift for ~TheAtomicBoom beta'd by Michelle K+ (for now) Drama/Comedy WIP Severus/Lily, James/Lily, unrequited Sirius→Tonks, unrequited Tonks→James (yeah, you've read it) Some characters, therms and plotline belongs to J.K. Rowling, L. Frank Baum, Gregory Maguire and Winnie Holzman. I'm making no profit with this fic.
"We should drown it," whispered a male voice "throw it in the river before she wakes up and tell her it was a stillborn."
"For goodness' sake Argus, he's just a child! He may look... different, but it doesn't mean he's some kind of demon that must be wiped from this world!" replied a woman in a sharp, low tone.
Eileen Snape found herself lying sweaty and weakened on her bed as her senses returned slowly. Turning her head to the r
Crowley, The King of SexyCrowley, The King of Sexy2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I don't like him. I can't like him. I won't like him. Him and his stupid voice and his stupid eyes.....uhg.
How can you like someone who's locked you up, god knows where, strapped you to a table, so that he can torture and get information, you don't even know out of you? He fortunately hasn't really done anything yet, he's been busy doing you don't wanna know what. But every time the bastard comes in your heart flutters betraying you.
Oh shit he's coming. This time it won't matter what he does. It won't matter if he talks with that accent, or if he looks at you with those deep dark eyes. It won't matter.
"Hello darling." Dammit.
"How is my favorite "patient"?". He says with a smirk. "Oh you know the bed is fine, the service is terrible." you reply sarcastically. He chuckles softly. "There you go, keep that humor. It'll get you through this."
The words he was saying were so horrible, but said so silkily. The song "I Hate Everythin
A girl's guide to guys.THE GIRLS' GUIDE TO GUYS. BY A GUY.A girl's guide to guys9 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
1. Most of us can't do compliments without sounding creepy, so we give up at a young age. It doesn't mean we don't love you.
2. Whilst we don't condone bad hygiene, as men we sweat and frankly a little consideration would be appreciated.
3. As men, we're supposed to be big and strong. Most of us aren't. The only way we can convince ourselves we are is by regularly noticing how small you are. It's a defence mechanism.
>3.a. Please don't wear heels if you're over 5'6''. It eats away our self-esteem.
4. If you think we're irritating you because we secretly like you, you're probably right. The only problem is it's such a good secret, we haven't figured it out yet.
5. When we ask you out, say what you mean. We don't want to date your friends; we want to date you and if you convene a committee to make the decision, you're obviously not blown away. Anything less than 'yes' is 'no' in our minds, and we move on fast.
6. We know looks matter to
Birthday SuicideNormally, my cellphone alarm tends to wake me up. Yet today, because it's today, it doesn't. What wakes me up this morning are the desynchronized voices of my family singing loudly 'Happy Birthday' to me. I rub my eyes sleepily and fake a smile as they hug me without hugging me for real. My mom gets closer to me and I find her expression slightly eerie, since she's got a grin from ear to ear plastered in her face, an uncommon gesture for her. She puts a little box on my lap and I look at it, completely oblivious.Birthday Suicide3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Oh mom," I say once I'm able to react; "you didn't have to."
"But I did" she states confidently. "Now go ahead, open it."
There's this beautiful watch she bought for me. Even though I find it gorgeous, I can't say I'm really happy about the gift, and the other presents my family gave me. It's not that I'm capricious, but I told them I didn't want anything. Fortunately I have everything I need Well, every material thing I need, but that is what they don't understand. My
The Last DetentionI've spent too many years sittingThe Last Detention3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the back of a classroom.
We see thousands of chalkboard faces
in the evening haze of rush hour traffic.
The nicest days of the year always happen
when our Teachers give us detention.
We can't be trusted to punish ourselves.
Grab a stick of chalk and begin.
100 times- I will not cheat on my husband.
100 times- I will not miss my nephew's soccer game so I can drink alone.
100 times- I will not leave smaller tips for the older, less attractive waitresses.
100 times- I will finally get the courage to kiss her tonight.
100 times- I will tell him it is over if he hits me again.
100 times- I will not be weak.
100 times- I will notice the sky today.
100 times- I will invite the widow in 5A to Christmas Dinner.
100 times- I will call my sister.
100 times- I will learn the difference between what is worth fighting for and what isn't.
100 times- I will ask my co worker how he is doing and actually care.
100 times- I will do more than just get by.
What if there
Crowstiel no. 1Crowley was reaching the end of his tether. Six bloody months he'd been searching for purgatory with the angel rebel, and not a scrap of anything had turned up. However, as Castiel walked into the room Crowley realised that there were some perks.Crowstiel no. 13 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Hello Crowley." ohh, he was so... sexily angelic. Crowley had hid his true feelings for about the first five minutes since they had started working together, but when he couldn't contain himself any longer he had realised that Cas's time in the brothel had taught him that he was the ultimate misfit. A gay, rebel angel. Since then the pair had had a lot of fun.
"So is it work time or playtime, darling?" Crowley grinned.
"I'll leave it up to you... darling?"
"Oh, you're learning fast sweetheart, but you leave the flirting to me and stick to what you're good at... and I know what you're good at, darling."
"Shall we begin?"
"Ooh, yes please, sweetheart." And they did. Cas's ha
The girl didn't get the guyShe asked me in class today why I was upset. Again. She didn't say it, but what she really meant was, 'why is there a loud, angry song blaring from your headphones and why are you giving off this creepy, vexed vibe?'The girl didn't get the guy3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
She need only look in a mirror to figure it out.
She told another story today about how she'd showed you a pair of sunglasses. You'd said they looked kind of dorky. As she spoke, she laughed. She unfolded the sunglasses and showed the rest of us. Then she folded them up and hooked them on her shirt, next to her heart.
I almost went insane.
Every time I sit here and listen to her go on about you I go insane. I'm not exaggerating, honestly. I feel my face get tight and rigid, and my eyes get empty, and my mouth pulls downward. But that's nothing compared to what happens to my insides. The other day, when she told us about how you'd looked at her oh, no I had to get up and leave class.
I took my time walking down the hall, past the French class, hands sha
How It'll EndSome say the sun will implodeHow It'll End3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And become a black hole that sucks up
Everything in its path.
It'll happen instantly.
The kicker is that we,
With all our superior technology,
Will not notice until we start to burn.
There might be any number of things going on.
A mother might be giving birth,
A man might be calling a taxi,
A child's cancer might be cured,
Or a boy and girl are sitting, talking about nothing,
When one decides that he has to confess how he feels
To the girl that makes his world.
He may never get farther than, "I-"
But, probably not.
Some say that we ourselves
Will be the cause.
That our weapons,
Thrown at each other over something pointless
Like water, or debt, or 'did not, did too's
That we should have grown out of in Kindergarten
And Mr. President Sir, didn't your mommy ever tell you
Not to start nuclear wars with another country?
Will one day wear the ground so thin,
Change the weather itself, or
Break open the sky that
The nuclear bombs between
OverwhelmedOverwhelmed4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Confusion and chaos
Surrounding the storm
Screeches and roaring
Erupt through the sky
The fiery columns
With nowhere to hide.
The shadowy silence
The thundering rain
The lightning that shatters
Always... Book 1 Chapter 10Always... Book 1 Chapter 104 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Despite Snape's many attempts, Quirrell was still eluding him. He had even moved his seat to the other end of the staff table in an effort to avoid the Potions Master. Also, Snape was still operating discreetly so as to avoid rousing the suspicions of the other professors. He knew perfectly well that he was not a favorite colleague, however that did not deter him from his job.
He was pacing the length of his office, mulling over a possible ambush plan, when Dumbledore appeared in the doorway.
"Come in, Headmaster." Snape said, pausing by his desk.
Dumbledore stepped inside, and shut the door behind him. He waved his wand, and cast the Muffliato spell.
"The mirror must be moved, my boy." The Headmaster said, once he was sure the room was secure.
"Why?" Snape asked, somewhat surprised. "Does that mean I don't have to patrol the fourth floor anymore?"
"The mirror has been discovered, and must be hidden again," Dumbledore answered simply. "And, yes. You may return to your previous r
Always... Book 1 Chapter 3Always... Book 1 Chapter 34 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Headmaster," Snape matched his stride to that of Dumbledore. "Might I ask a question?"
They were on their way to the Great Hall for the start of the year feast.
"You have already asked one." He chuckled. "But, you may ask another."
"Where is the final protection for the stone?"
"It shall be revealed in time." He replied.
"Yes, sir." Snape dropped the subject. "There is something else that well, makes me uneasy." He confessed.
"What would that be, Severus?" Dumbledore looked at him, the same quizzical look on his face that he had worn earlier.
"First, why bother with all of the enchantments if there is a back door to the chamber where the stone is hidden?"
"Ah." Dumbledore smiled knowingly. "That doorway can only be opened by the headmaster. I'm not really sure why. It is one of Hogwarts' many secrets, I suppose."
"Also," Snape took a deep breath. "I must bring some suspicious behaviour to light. Professor Quirrell was acting very odd down in the chambers." He glanced at Dumbledo
The Zephyr and the StormOdyssey into 2012The Zephyr and the Storm3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Chapter 8: The Zephyr and the Storm
Time is but the storm, my love, nothing more; but you—
you are the Zephyr, the wind that carries the storm.
The words still rang in her ears like so many church bells,
a clarion thunder announcing the birth of some false prophet.
After all this time, she couldn't possibly be the Zephyr—
but she was. She could feel it.
And if she let herself, she knew she would carry this storm
off the edge of the world, and then next year would never come—
tomorrow would never come. No, it was too much power for her.
The storm would end in Tokyo.
"You're doing the right thing," he tried to assure her.
With a wave of his hand, another gate opened.
She pulled him close, gave him her last kiss. "I love you.
moments of goodbyeDo you remember the time I stole your diary?moments of goodbye3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I remember the time I first found out about its context.
The love I never knew you have for my brother.
I was so jealous at first.
But as I read through each pages down to that last one.
I've realized I have done a lot of things you got tired off.
My brother was always there when we have a huge fight.
It happened time to time in every pages of the dairy.
The first few pages were great.
It showed affection in our first date.
I've read our first fight.
A misunderstanding that almost broke your heart.
But we coped up with the differences in our personalities.
Yet it was still the issue.
I therefore conclude that, I was the one.
The only one who broke your heart into tiny pieces!
And it was my brother who put it back each time I broke it again and again.
Now I see how you love him as much as I am.
Now I see how much you protected him from me.
Now I see how you would do anything for him.
It was my mistake.
My brother loves me so much that he said
Chapter 1: Odyssey into 2012It's static --Chapter 1: Odyssey into 20123 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
trapped between her fingers, buzzing in her ears.
A heartbeat lost in the echoes of her rib cage.
And yes, of course: the intermittent pounding, the thundering, the rush of blood through her veins.
Was that fear?
She'd once been foolish enough to believe that no one could lure her in to this. A ribbon of smokescreen smiles, flashes of deceptive lies, and she was sold for the price of forever. As the cold air smacks into her face and turns her hair to tangled strands, she struggles to maintain her hold on the tattered calendar. It's ripped from the wall, December 2011 in bold Serif typeface filling the upper left corner. Eight dates circled in red. Eight trials, none of them easy, and her mouth runs dry at the thought. She folds the calendar and slips it into the right pocket of her jeans.
The scribbles of "Zephyr" and "Tokyo", etched so hard onto t
Renewed LoveYou asked me why I never look you in the eyesRenewed Love3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And I said to you,
"It's because I get lost in those
deep chocolate brown swirls that
you devour me in and I can never
find my way back to the surface
"It's because I like the illusion of who
WiccaDont believeWicca7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The lies you have heard
For Wiccans do not dabble
In black magick
All magick we do
In perfect love and perfect trust
Is performed in only positive energies
It harms none
We cast our spells
With peace and love in our souls
With calm and harmony in our hearts
We practice our religion with true
So dont believe everything you hear
We are not evil ones who worship Satan
We worship the God and Goddess of our earth
The mother and father of this planet
So merry meet and merry part
Until merry meet again
And so it harm none, do as ye will
And go with my blessing
Odyssey Chapter 1: DescentAs she steps through the gate, a sparkling, silver wind sweeps around her, its soft whisper echoing around her in the emptiness, murmuring, singing, shining. One single word, one solitary breath that holds a vast amount of meaningOdyssey Chapter 1: Descent3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The girl stands on the other side of the gate, a small smile playing on her lips as she watches cherry blossoms float by on the wind. Her eyes sparkle as light flows up around her, enveloping her in its grasp, the wind blowing her golden hair away from her head. Her pointed ears twitch, and then the elf-maiden falls.
Her descent seems like an eternity through the shadows, before a small, malevolent laugh fills the air. Then, with a sudden jolt, she lands on something hard, something rough and dirty, flooded with light. The pavement that has rushed up to meet her face brings a new sensation with it pain.
As she slowly lifts herself up, she looks around her, slightly dazed from her travel. A long cut runs from her cheek down to he
Cause of DeathI see youCause of Death4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My breathing falters
My heart races
You see me
I begin to lose control
I have to focus just to stand
Consumes my body
You hold me
I'm a goner
My world explodes
Everything else fades away
I could die in your arms
Labels And StereotypesI'm SKINNY, so I MUST be anorexic.Labels And Stereotypes3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm EMO, so I MUST cut my wrists.
I'm NEGRO so I MUST carry a gun.
I'm BLONDE, so I MUST be a ditz.
I'm JAMAICAN so I MUST smoke weed.
I'm HAITIAN so I MUST eat cat.
I'm ASIAN, so I MUST be sexy.
I'm JEWISH, so I MUST be greedy.
I'm GAY, so I MUST have AIDS.
I'm a LESBIAN, so I MUST have a sex-tape.
I'm ARAB, so I MUST be a terrorist.
I SPEAK MY MIND, so I MUST be a bitch.
I'm a GAY RIGHTS SUPPORTER, so I WILL go to hell.
I'm CHRISTIAN, so I MUST shove my beliefs down your throat.
I'm ATHEIST, so I MUST hate the world.
I don't have a RELIGION, so I MUST be evil and have no morals.
I'm REPUBLICAN, so I MUST not care about poor people.
I'm DEMOCRAT, so I MUST not believe in being responsible.
I am LIBERAL, so I MUST be gay.
I'm SOUTHERN, so I MUST be white trash.
I TAKE/N ANTI-DEPRESSANTS, so I MUST be crazy.
I'm a GUY, so I MUST only want to get into your pants.
I'm IRISH, so I MUST have a bad drinking problem.
I'm INDIAN, so I MUST own a convenient st
Mind GamesYou know you're in love when she's all you can think of during Math class and you feel uneasy because she's sitting right in front of you.Mind Games3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Or is that it?
If so, then you really must be in love. But then, of course, you're not, because you're too damn proud to admit that to yourself. Seriously, guys still do that?
That is stupid.
Of course you'd divert your attention and you'll notice the writings on the board. For some reason, they'd all seem confusing and you don't understand a thing anymore, so you'll move your eyes back to her because you've got no other better thing to see. That's it; that's the only reason why you look at her. You are bored.
And you thought you're in love? Please.
And so the day goes by without you actually doing anything. And the school works multiply, and the blank papers pile up because you can't think of anything to write. Your papers can always wait. When she enters your mind, you can't seem to do anything else. And you always wonder why she does that.
The note Even though you'll never see this. I wanted to write everything out. I love seeing you smile. You light voice always makes me happy. So when you were unhappy for one day it made me worry. But I got you to smile. I got to make you happy even in the littlest bit.The note4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Most people say your too young for me or it'll never last. I still want to try it at least. I want to ask you out but... if I do.. will it change everything? Who knows.
I drop my pen and look out the window. The girl I like will never read this. My friends told me to write when I needed to and that's what i did. It was a way to let everything out for me. Even if I wouldn't say it directly.
As I sighed I herd the bell ring for last period. I had it with her. A plain old study hall. We'd laugh and I'd see her smile. Then we would go our separate ways until the next day.
I set my books on the table and waited until she gets there, so I continue writing.
Feel free to shoot down my feelings. I'd still love to see that sm
Self-hatred, vol.1I shouldn'tSelf-hatred, vol.17 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
let my anger out
it's grown so old
been inside too long
I've had now
too much hurt
and all my fault
wanted to believe
I'm as good
as anyone else
what I found
in swallowed tears
pride that never was
I know you didn't
you never said
a bad thing
and I shouldn't
be like this
angry and lost
I just don't know
what's going on
and I have no right
to be hurt
no one's done
anything to me
I should just
and be like
but oh, people
they don't know
I too have feelings
and right to feel
just like them
so I guess
I should just
turn all my
back against me
and help the rats
to kill kill kill me
just a trashbag
too heavy to be
kicked outta way