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
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
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
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
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
Do you see me?Do you see me?Do you see me?4 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"
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
WiccaDont believeWicca8 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
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
The True Nature of Vampires Linette hurled the book at the wall and it collided with a resounding clap before slumping, rumpled and defeated, to the ground. “I never!” she exclaimed, her plump cheeks reddening with anger, fists balled by her sides.The True Nature of Vampires3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Harlan stirred and lazily directed his gaze at the enraged girl. He wondered to himself if she knew how silly she looked, all puffed up and angry, her pale lips pouted and bright eyes narrowed. It was especially difficult to see her as threatening in her dark Lolita styled dress with its puffed skirts and doll like appearance.
As if it was a great effort to speak, he slowly opened his mouth. “What has upset you so, lovely Linette?” he asked in his leisurely, deep voice. He spoke softly, but Linette heard him.
“That… she… ugh!” The girl was so utterly frustrated that she couldn’
UsedI've supported everything you've done to me;Used11 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
How It'll EndSome say the sun will implodeHow It'll End4 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
The Zephyr and the StormOdyssey into 2012The Zephyr and the Storm4 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.
Five DemonsI lie awake at night consumed by frightFive Demons4 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
Chapter 1: Odyssey into 2012It's static --Chapter 1: Odyssey into 20124 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
Faking emoEveryone thinks its so trendy to be emo,Faking emo8 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
Self cutterI want to apologise,Self cutter11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
for who I am,
But most of all I want you,
each slit, each gash,
Let me soar so high,
They let my fly from my troubles,
Up to the indigo ideal sky,
Ill leave my unhealed wounds below,
And memories I wish I could forget,
All the scars that tell sordid stories, Of hurt, pain and regret,
For a moment or two,
I'm in my own world of perfection,
Of rose petals and spider webs trickled with dew,
Of perfect skies and lullabies,
And love faith hope and faultless dreams,
And then I fall,
like a feather in the midnight sky,
Back to reality,
Back to a world of despair and hurt,
Of pretty scars upon my wrists,
That once led me away,
But now I'm in a world of tortured souls,
And returning to my razor is the only way,
And as the razors kiss,
Is planted on my pale innocent wrist,
The red blood flows,
My cherish and my love,
And once again I'm flying,
Flying in my world of lullaby,
And the razors kiss has saved me again,
Got me though another day
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
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