Snily SnapeXLily FanfictionSEVENTH YEARSnily SnapeXLily Fanfiction3 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.3 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
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
Always... Book 1 Chapter 3Always... Book 1 Chapter 33 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
break upsBreak upsbreak ups6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Break ups seem final
Yet it really isnt the end
You think you guys can still be friends
But you cant
Theres feeling still there
But you act like youre not aware
And you let you self get hurt
Watching and old love find love
Is almost like spit in the eye
It just makes you want to cry
Always... Book 1 Chapter 10Always... Book 1 Chapter 103 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
The cutterShe's a cutter isn't she.The cutter10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Yes, see the scars.
See the many braclets in a false attempt to cover them
See the long sleeve shirts, some with a little blood spots in them.
See the long pants, she's probley got scars on her thighs.
She's a cutter isn't she.
See her trace the scars of her wrists with her fingers, longing for her blade again
See the tears in her eyes.
See the blood running down her plams
She was a cutter wasn't she.
See the unhealed cuts on her wrists
See the blood stains covering her floor
See the blood on her scribbled note
Crowley, The King of SexyCrowley, The King of Sexy1 year 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
Chapter 1- Rise of the Guardians 2Chapter 1- Rise of the Guardians 22 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It had been one year since the fight against Pitch and the guardians had left Jamie and his friends to go continue their preparations for Christmas, Easter, to gather teeth, to make good dreams and now, to help keep winter around the world balanced.
Jack's new job was okay. It wasn't the same, it had more restrictions and he had more responsibilities. He wasn't able to stay at his pond, his "frosty birthplace" yearlong anymore.
But now was the time of year where he could go home, see Jamie and when he would have to bring winter with him.
*Down at the North Pole*
"Jack. Jack! Hello? Earth to Jack!" Called North to a distracted Jack Frost who was lounging on the window seat in North's workroom, looking out the window at the blue sky and white snow.
"JACK!" Yelled North.
"Huh?" Mumbled Jack, startled, dropping his staff on the floor.
Two Yeti's rushed into the room. They had heard North yell Jack's name and had rushed in to see if anything was wrong.
"No, no." Said North waving
Nice guys STILL finish lastTo every guy that's said, "Sex CAN wait"Nice guys STILL finish last7 years ago in Other More Like This
To every guy that's said, "You're beautiful."
To every guy that was never too busy to drive across town to see her.
To every guy that gives her flowers and a card when she is sick or down.
To every guy who has given her flowers just because thats how he rolls.
To every guy that said he would die for her.
To every guy that really would.
To every guy that did what she wanted to do.
To every guy that cried in front of her. ....
To every guy that she cried in front of...
To every guy that holds hands with her.
To every guy that kisses her with meaning.
To every guy that hugs her when she's sad.
To every guy that hugs her for no reason at all.
To every guy who would give their jacket up for her.
To every guy that calls to make sure she got home safe.
To every guy that would sit and wait for her for hours just to see her for ten minutes.....
To every guy that would give his seat up...
To every guy that just wants to cuddle.
To every guy that reassured
Leave, PleaseLeave,Leave, Please3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Just get out of my head
I don't want you here anymore
Can't you see?
Every time you're there,
I get angry.
I like you
Perhaps that's' an understatement,
I don't know
There is so much good about you,
Yet so much bad
I can't think this way,
It kills me.
Dwells in me
It hurts to think,
Don't want to feel this way
Can't feel this way,
We jump back
Is it real?
Is it just mindless,
Is it just silly games?
Don't want to know
Hurt too much if it wasn't
Tomorrow will be the end
I'll exchange a good bye,
Leave you behind.
Follow if you like
I won't stop you.
The pawn is on your side
Knock it down,
Or come at me
Come look for me.
We'll see then
Petals and Ash IIPetals and Ash II3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Hours have passed and the sun continues to sink lower and lower before it will reach the western horizon. Anxiously waiting, I continue to watch Persephone as the light in her smile and the fluid bounce in her step seems to have vanished. Her harvesting rituals seem as if it is her first time encountering a newborn seed, as if she's never done this before. Countless times she even appeared to be distracted, as if something in the distance has caught her eye and she can't seem to bring herself back to earth. During one of these spells, she happened to cut her finger on a rose bush she had been tending to, something she has never done before.
Persephone has always been very careful and even graceful with her work. As any artist does, she takes her time to make sure that it is simply perfection. She would harvest all day and not have a speck of soil on her or her light yet modest outfit. But today, her flawless rosy hued pink skin was turning into a scarred and bloody me
UsedI've supported everything you've done to me;Used10 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
imagined all the things you promised we'd be.
You managed to betray me, though I still loved you through the shame;
the sweet compliments stopped me from telling you the same.
Torment and pain I secretly kept inside;
but now I'll speak out, I've got nothing to hide.
You tricked me into believing;
your loving eyes so deceiving.
Now that I see right through to your intentions;
my hurt and scars I'm not afraid to mention.
No longer will I be told what to do;
I'll stand up for myself, even if it means losing you.
Dreaming of everything we could've, should've done;
wondering if it was your heart I really won.
Hoping every second I spent with you was not a waste;
pondering why you left me with such haste.
You used me as a one-night-stay;
you didn't listen to what I had to say.
You tricked me into believing;
your loving eyes so deceiving.
Now that I see right through to your intentions;
my hurt and scars I'm not afraid to mention.
No longer will I
JohnLockTitel: JohnLockJohnLock3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Genre: romance i guess?
Author's note: this is 100% fictional
'John, have you seen my phone?' Sherlock asked me. I looked up and frowned.
'Why?' I asked. He never used his phone.
'Because I need it' He said while throwing stuff everywhere and making a mess of the apartement. I sighed.
'It's on the table' I said. He threw everything off the table and found his phone by hearing a soft tud when it landed on the floor. He picked it up and started tapping away. It looked like he was doing something hard, because he had a kind of pained expression on his face. I thought about what he could be doing, but decided to shrug it off and continued to read the paper. I was just about to read something about drunken driving or something, when my phone bleeped, saying I got a text. I picked it up from the little table and saw it was from Sherlock. I frowned and looked at him. He was staring at his feet. Weird, I thought. I opened it.
'Hey John, I think I may kind
Great Moments of Robin HoodGreat Moments of Robin Hood7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
GREAT MOMENTS OF ROBIN HOOD
The world is wrong. Were feeding people who do not love us, and saving a man who wants us dead. Ive changed my mind: I no longer love you. Now, can I eat?
I wonder: if I tell you where I am, can I claim the twenty pounds?
Whats the matter? Sheriff got your tongue?
Have you seen what happens to families when theres only one bread-winner? Cause I have!
That arrow hurt, Lavender-boy!
Shes your wife? What did she see in you?
I am Robin Hood. Dont disappoint me.
Well I have a better idea.
Well its as good as saving the sheriffs life, Im with cheese-boy.
-Roy White, Robin, Alan
VIII. a note on self-injury. let me be the first to tell you that cutting doesn't bring about the same pain that an accidental slice, abrasion, wound, or nick does.VIII. a note on self-injury.7 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
relief, calm, focus, release, yes-
but pain? hardly.
a doctor might tell you that the two wounds are the same. but any cutter will tell you that no other scrape or cut will run as read, as true- with as much force as that which is self-inflicted.
a cut, you see, is perfect. it's kind. it's understanding. it washes away all chaos and emotional turmoil with beads of red (and if you're deep enough, mahogany) that quickly join and run down the length of your arm.
a cut is simple. predictable. the slice, the bite. the blood. the scab. the itching the next day. the eventual scarring. the fading. and when you can no longer see the angry marks, the inexplicable and undeniable urge to make them appear again.
even your excuses are bland a
Faking emoEveryone thinks its so trendy to be emo,Faking emo7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To slash their wrists, and pretend to be bi,
To write bad poetry and listen to bad songs,
But they don't know what its like to need it.
She doesn't cut to be part of a trend,
She doesn't show it off, and makes sure to hide it
Behind thick bracelets and long sleeves.
These "emo kids" wear too much black makeup
So that everyone will know when they cry
Because thats the in thing to do right?
And the ones that can't cry in class
Draw big tear drops in eyeliner on their cheeks
Like the stupid, fucking posers they are.
But she cries more than they will ever know,
Sitting at the back of the class, all alone
Hood up, head down, shes invisible
And she doesn't wear makeup, so it isn't obvious.
She thinks no one cares about her,
And she's probably right, because
Its hard to care about someone
you don't even know is alive.
One day, she'll probably cut too deep,
let it bleed too long, by accident
Or maybe on purpose, and they might never know.
And no one wil
Do you see me?Do you see me?Do you see me?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I fake a smile
No one notices
I fake a laugh
Drowning in my inner tears
Stabbing myself with words
Completely hateful words
I'm torturing myself
With Painful memories
into unacheiveable dreams
Is so far away now
of miles away
Theres nothing left
But my own sadness
echoing through my mind
Through my soul
Shaking me to my core
I do nothing but cry
Letting out my agony
My pain, My torture
In silent bitter weeps
My heart ripping in half
Over and over again
By my own will
I push farther toward
The edge of sanity
No one'll love me
What's the use anyway?
And as i sit
On my bedroom floor
In the fetal position
I rock myself violently
Eager to feel the shooting pain
As my head slams
Against the wall
The only, single thought
That runs through my mind
"Dying would be so much easier
Then living in this hell"
Five DemonsI lie awake at night consumed by frightFive Demons3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It feels like the world is ending for me.
I look in the mirror, what a dismal sight
I've failed to preserve my lucidity.
They have become most insufferably loud
Those familiar voices that swirl in my head.
They cloud my judgment with a black shroud
Then I hear a voice that fills me with dread.
"You will listen to us," the voice proclaimed
Who are you, why must you torment me so?
"All will be revealed," the voice exclaimed
Please forgo, for so much I must know.
I am the demon that chills you to the bone
The one that makes you cry like a child.
I am the demon that haunts the unknown
The one so vicious and wild.
Alone in your nightmares I leer
For I am the DEMON OF FEAR.
I am the demon that warms your soul
The one that makes you smile and blush.
I am the demon your heart will console
The one so beautiful and plush.
I hold you gently like a dove
For I am the DEMON OF LOVE.
I am the demon that burns your flesh
i hate my lifei hate my life3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I hate everything and everybody including me. I'm bleeding inside i just want to scream at the top of my lungs so loud that I can not speak anymore, i don't need my voice because nobody cares what i need to say.I want to take a knife and to stabbe my already broken heart the pain i feel now is more stronger than when the knife cuts my heart .I don't need help i'm smiling don't you see i'm leaving this horrible place......
Six Word Story - DorothyHate you, hate Kansas, taking toto.Six Word Story - Dorothy6 years ago in Humor More Like This
CowardiceHis fingersCowardice3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
carrying a piece of truth
in his heart.
thrown against bricks and fences,
he found a slot between
among the traces
of what they used to hold
voices shot his
brown eyes found blue skies,
and for a moment
stood in stasis
staining the entirety
of the continent
and we sit here to think
that we have it so well made
that this world
fragile it may be
on the ground,
as our fears
as our wills to change
and as dead
that's all they are.
carrying guns and shackles
we refuse to fight their battles for them
simply because we can