Ruffpunzel OpeningRuffpunzel Opening3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Sitting in a tower
Brushing thine long blonde hair
Gazing at the foaming sea
Sitting in a tower
How long is thine blonde hair?
"Longer than thine good eyesight."
Sitting in a tower
How lonesome art thou here?
"Lonelier than the bright sun."
Sitting in a tower,
Why stay in thine tower?
"Mine brother has locked me here."
Sitting in a tower
"Can thou leave thine tower?"
"Never leave this tower mine."
Sitting in a tower
Such a sad tale thou hast
Sitting in a tower in the middle of the sea
The Sorting Ceremony of James PotterJames Potter's Sorting CeremonyThe Sorting Ceremony of James Potter3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Potter James!" Professor Minerva McGonagall called. A thin, tall boy walks his way on full confidence to the head of the Great Hall where the stool is. He sat and the Sorting Hat was then placed on his head.
"GRYFFINDOR!" the hat spoke.
James looked up, his eyes narrowing. "You haven't been on my head for even a minute! Er, I'm really thankful 'coz I don't want any house aside from Gryffindor yes. But can you at least tell me some good points or uhm, so advice maybe? "the young boy said, his face painted with a big smile. He was tilting his head as if he could listen more intently that way.
"A very talented and clever wizard! Oh, but mischievous somehow, yes can be airy indeed. Ha, young man I can't think of any better house to put you in aside from GRYFFINDOR!" the voice shouted and James gave the old ragged hat a big smile.
"Thanks!" he waved and run to the long table of Gryffindor, where his friends Sirius, Remus and Peter are. He sat besi
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
Epic PewDiePie Amnesia RPEpic PewDiePie Amnesia RP3 years ago in Settings More Like This
Hey. Idm to be...eh...weird...but my friend wants to know if you guys have a Skype)
BUT......BUT I LOVEDED THAT WHALE......I LOVEDED IT SO MUCH))
I do!~ )
I do but I barely use it xD)
(*runs into dungeon on accident* SHIET)
[link] HE'S SINGING DISCOVERY CHANNEL)
Victoriousnr98 That is my friends)
(STEPHANO. CRAP. MR.CHAIR. Protect me! *holds him up*)
(How am I suppose to help you Pewdie? You idiot.) ((Chair mode activate~ boop~))
(IMMA THROW YOU AND SEE IF HE GOES AFTER YOU.)
(OKAY! GO STEPHANO!! *throws him in middle of dungeon* Is it safe?! 8D)
(*looks around* Yes Pewdie, It is safe.)
omg.. we should have one of those parts where he has to leave Stephano behind and like he finds Human!Stephano later : DD)
(..I didn't know that would happen I swear..)
Yes. We should. AMG Yes. Yes. Yes)
(*screams like a manly woman and runs* STEPHANOOO)
DW-Sherlock Crossover pt6 Amy stood, frozen in suprise, as Sherlock kissed her, with his hands around her waist. She stood still for a moment and then moved her hands to his hair, entangling them in his black curls.DW-Sherlock Crossover pt63 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Sherlock was a good kisser. He didn't just kiss Amy's lips, he kissed her nose, her cheek, just below her eye, her ear. They backed into the wall, Amy pressed onto the space next to the frame of the door. But when he kissed her neck, that was when Amy pushed him away.
"Really like you and all, but I'm moving too quickly?" Amy coloured when he smirked, realizing he was right.
"Well, yes. I'm sorry, I-"
"Don't apologise, it's your right to tell me to stop. Wouldn't push farther than you wanted," he said, messing up his hair. "I won't push too hard, Amy. That's for later." He winked at her, and pulled on his shirt.
Amy turned the colour of a tomato, crossed her ar
Nerd version of vanilla twilightNerd version of vanilla twilight3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
The Tardis comes down to get you
While Voldemort lies in wait to kill you
Pour me a brimming flask of dwarven ale
Cause I port out safe and soundly
but I'll miss your tail around me
I'd send an owl to ya dear
Cause we wish you were here!
We'd argue why smurfs are light blue
and if we'd live on xandu
Until the whole class just stopped and stared
We'd sit there laughing the rest of our days
Or until they get the mayonnaise
and we have ourselves a hobbit meal
But drenched in the nerdy highlights
We'll stay up here all night
Or else Stewie'll kill us in our sleep
As many times as Wolvie drinks I'll think of you tonight!
When Charles' skills get brighter
and Nightie's wings get lighter
he'll touch the sky and be alive again
We'll all forget the worlds that we knew
But Gallifrey won't forget you
Oh if Stan's voice could reach back through the past
He'd whisper in your ear
"Oh damn Spock is here!"
The Harry Potter GenerationThe Harry Potter Generation3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The Harry Potter Generation.
You are the Harry Potter Generation if:
1. You cried on your eleventh birthday because there was no letter from Hogwarts
2. Your best friend own a Blue Ford Angular. That can fly, of course.
3. You believe that the worst way to deal with pixies is to shout 'PESKY PIXIE PESTINOMI!'
4. Pictures do move. Nobody else can see it. But they do!
5. When someone insults you, your first reponse is 'Stupid Muggle'
6. You are cautious around blond haired, blue eyed men with big smiles (You know, just in case they remove all the bones in your arm)
7. You know what house you're in.
8. When your parents ask you what sport you what to do, you always answer 'QUIDDITCH!'
9. In every bathroom you check for ghosts and secret entrances
10. You think it is completely normal to travel from place to place via broomstick or fireplace.
11. You constantly stare at snakes intently, waiting for them to say something.
12. You beleive that trees can hit you.
13. You're certain that your
Oneword: ClueOneword: Clue3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
John couldn't help chuckling at the idea. The world's only consulting detective, stumped and frustrated by a simple game of Cluedo! He had treated the game like a real-life murder scene, insisting that the characters must have motives, and that the murderer must have left behind evidence. "There must be some way to investigate the crime scene," he had insisted, "Aren't there signs of empirical evidence on this board?"
Finally, as the night grew long and Sherlock's patience had worn thin, the inadequate playing board had found itself pinned to the mantle with a dull knife, its entertainment value thoroughly exhausted.
And for his insolence, John had found himself pinned beneath the self-proclaimed victor.
Sidney SussexSidney Sussex3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
It was the times that Sherlock had grown to hate more even than school.
They were sat at opposite points of a very long axis, which being ridiculous made the passing of food incredibly difficult and conversation had to be held at bleating pitch in order to be heard, but apparently even the house of The Rt. Hon. Holmes Senior had signed up to the idea. Although, with the exception of Mycroft they all ate very little, so there wasn't very much to pass.
Sherlock picked apathetically at his food, foot tapping impatiently against the floor, longing to run to the door, just run, out and across the pristine lawns, into an ocean of space and away...
His father, upright and gruff in his polished shoes and shiny suit said little as he compulsively pushed his knife and fork together at precisely 6 'o' clock of his plate. Pale, keen eyes looked down the table, unfathomable as he regarded his offspring. He had said nothing in the car, oppressive silence drowning the youngest Holmes as he clutched h
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
Marauders as One, Marauders for Fun!It wasn't before Moony startedMarauders as One, Marauders for Fun!3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Telling his tale of pain and grief;
But it's not really, it's just about his family
And their woes, of course, and bitterness and freaks
That this four not-so-old unknown
Gathered around the round table
In a place so far to be shown,
And they've got their share of secrets ('cept for Prongs) to show!
And so with that, they made their vows
Too scary for the Sorting Hat to memorize.
Each one got their names to be known
Though we didn't even know wizards could be baptized!
A tale of laughs, pranks...and jazz?
That's how the Marauders were born!
One is Moony, the cat-loving Moony
Though he's a werewolf, really, he could eat just any!
The other's Wormtail, he's Peter Pettigrew (of course!)
The comp game-loving Wormy, who knows if he'd just duelled Voldy!
Next is Padfoot, he's the rich kid (LOL)
He treats the group and leads the food!
And the last one is Prongs, oh dear Prongs,
And that's all about him, he doesn't want to be shown.
And so the gang is there, but
Two Years LaterShe asked him gently, “Do you love me?”Two Years Later1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
In his long silence, she found closure,
And left her love under a willow tree.
Oneword: CarnivalOneword: Carnival3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Lestrade sighed and let his head sink into his hands. "First you finger the fall festival out by the forest, (Sherlock smirked at the unintentional alliteration) and now you're accusing the carnival in Surrey of being some kind of cover for a giant heroine operation? Jesus, Sherlock, not every entertainment organization has ulterior motives, just because you had one bit of trouble with that Chinese circus."
Sherlock leaned in closer, hands in his pockets. "Detective, I am positive that these two groups are part of the same network, which has been smuggling heroin, meth, and other drugs from a lab of enormous proportions in Bangkok to Britain and France." He withdrew his hand from his pocket, placing a small baggie of white powder onto Lestrade's desk.
"Please tell me that's not what I think it is," Greg deadpanned, nearly able to feel a few more of his hairs turning grey.