You say Edward I say HarryYou say Twilight,You say Edward I say Harry4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I say Harry Potter.
You say Vampers,
I say Wizards.
You say Team Edward,
I say Team Harry.
You say Jacob Black,
I say Sirius Black.
You say Emmett and Jasper,
I say Fred and George.
You say Alice and Rosalie,
I say Parvati and Padma.
You say Esme and Carlise,
I say Molly and Arthur.
You say Bella,
I say Hermione.
You say Erik and Angela,
I say Ron and Hermione.
You say Riley is hot,
I say Lee is hotter.
You say fangs,
I say wands.
You say Edward Cullen,
I say Harry Potter, NOW SHUT UP!!!
In Loving Memory Ginny's DiaryIn Loving Memory2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Today's inevitably the 2nd May 1999. A day I'll never forget. A day I'll never be able to erase. A day I want to remember but a day want to overlook. Nevertheless it's the day I never fail to think of everyday. It's the day my beloved brother left. It's the day Teddy was left. Today is the one year anniversary of the Battle of Hogwarts. The thought drags with it connotations of death, hurt and loss and at the same time love, relief and victory.
Ok, so Fred didn't leave and Teddy wasn't abandoned, he had his grandmother and I had the rest of my family. But I don't feel complete. I feel like there's something missing. Something is missing. Laughter. Fred and George were, in simple words 'the life of our family'. As a duo they made our lives infinitely better yet unbearable. That's what I loved about them, as one. Now there's just one, a half of them.
I would never have been able to imagine a life like this, it's just... It's not life. Ever since that day I w
Have to believe...Have to believe...4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is it happened to you
to experience real emotions
for something fake?
Have you felt the goose bumps,
the heart beat faster,
lacrimal glands become active?
When you read the Harry Potter books,
watch movies, or even,
simply, think about?
Have you heard the desire
to pierce your skin
to enter as a pure spirit
in an ideal world?
Personally, in these cases,
I appeal to a dreamy voice.
I hear her distinctly,
She says what I need to hear:
« Don't worry,
you're just as sane as I am! »
Then I think of you, us,
the small community of this page
the largest of all the pages,
that, sooner or later, for one reason or another,
meet and intersect.
I think of all role-players,
forums, the new world of Pottermore,
friends that in their classroom,
or at the bar, or sitting on a bench,
says in their speeches
phrases like: « How is great when Sirius:
"Come out, come out Peeeter"! »
And yet, all fanart,
the fanfiction, the cosplayers.
Virtual interactions, hypothetical conversations,
Good MorningRon wasn't too fond of mornings. He would much rather stay in bed, and get up around noon. He often joked that he would love mornings, if only they came later in the day. Hermione simply called him lazy. She would always be up early, mostly due to the crying of their daughter Rose, and would have showered, dressed and eaten all before Ron had even opened his eyes.Good Morning3 years ago in Romance More Like This
It wasn't that Ron didn't want to get up early in the mornings, truly he did; it was just that he couldn't ever bring himself to do it. The only times he had ever managed to do so was when it was his turn to tend to his daughter, or when his wife was sick.
Ron smiled as he watched his wife sleep soundly next to him. One of her hands was curled protectively around her stomach; the other was clasped gently around his. He pulled her closer to him and placed a kiss on her cheek. Hermione shifted slightly in her sleep before slowly opening her eyes.
"Good morning," she said sleepily.
"Good morning," he replied, his voice somewhat
ErosI burn. Sand under my feet, stones, dust, horizon. AEros7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
way across a burning desert. Faster, further. Before the light chars me. Midday
sun on the swells, splinters on burning oil. Apokalypse on my back. Faster,
further. Everything burns, keen heat, blazing sun. Horizon blurs with the sweat
in my eyes. The muffled syntony of my paces, monotone, rhythmic, the sound of my
heart. Im on the road between shore and surge. Faster, faster. Youre
behind me, I can almost feel you in my neck. Shiver, heat, burning asphalt.
You dont know why I am faster.
I cannot bear the heat. Midday sun on my shoulders. I speed across the sand. Can
you still see me? Im one with the wind, blue, the sea, yellow, the sand,
black, rocks, white, the light. As if I didnt exist. Faster. Fire. Youre
behind me. Hot, so hot.. Can you see me? The midday sun in your eyes. You burn
You dont know why I am faster.
Dont look at me. Dont go away. I am cliven to the very
KAWAII NEW STORYKAWAII NEW STORY3 years ago in Settings More Like This
Introduction AND Chapter 1
Once upon a time, there lived a man, and a woman.
And, being a man and a woman, they did man-and-womanly things
BUT, they were married, so HA!
Anyway. As life does, it screwed the woman over.
Nine months later she gave birth to quadruplets.
Well, she was drunk when she went into labor, so the names were . Off.
The first, WITH SHITTY CURLY HAIR, SUNA
The second, SHORT HAIR THAT HAS A DERPY SMILE, YAGAMA, And born dead, but was a kawaii zombie that no one knew was a zombie but the doctors in the hospital, but she ated all their brains, so really no one
The third, LONG HAIR THAT IS FUCKING WAVILY ANNOYING, LLAMA
And the fourth, TOO MUCH OTAKU, ZETSY
These four, with their powers combined, or alone, either way works, ARE THE PERVS NEXTDOOR
A year after their difficult birth, the father developed drinking problems.
One night, when the babies were kawaiily sleeping, the father got drunk, and sold all FOUR of the babies on Ebay
Suna ended up with a fami
Don't Go~Eren x Reader x Levi [Attack on Titan]Don't Go~Eren x Reader x Levi [Attack on Titan]2 years ago in Romance More Like This
You hurried after Hanji and Mike. It was time for the trial to begin and you three had been sent to escort Eren to the courtroom. Hanji open the door and began to walk down the stairs to the basement
“So, you’re Eren… It’s time to come out.” Hanji said as she unlocked the door to his cell.
Eren looked up at you and he could feel a blush creep on to his cheeks when you gave him a smile. He nodded and began to get up. When he was in front of you Hanji held up a pair of handcuffs and laughed nervously.
“But you’ll have to wear these.” She said.
Eren sighed but turned around as she put the handcuffs on him. You began to walk up back up the stairs with Eren and two military policemen following.
“Sorry about this Eren…I’m [Name] [Last Name], a squad leader in the Survey Corps.” You smiled brightly at him.
He blushed and looked away. Hanji chuckled and wrapped her arm around you.
“No fair [Name]~~ You got to intro
Dramione Enemigos... Amigos...Novios?Cap1Dramione Enemigos... Amigos...Novios?Cap13 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
6º curso A las pocas semanas de empezar el curso
-Buenos dias chicos- saludo Hermione al llegar al comedor y ver a sus dos amigos medio dormidos.
-Buenos dias- dijeron pegando un brinco por la sorpresa.
-¿Que os pasa? Pareceis dos zombies?-pregunto la muchacha un tanto preocupada.
-Anoche nos quedamos despiertos hasta tarde mirando el mapa del merodeador- contestó Ron aún somnoliento.
-Vimos a Malfoy subir al septimo piso y despues desaparecer- explico Harry bostezando- intentamos ir pero Filch casi nos pilla.
-¿En el séptimo piso?- Hermione miro la mesa de Slytherin fijando su mirada en Draco mostrando unas horribles ojeras y leyendo un libro- Tuvo que ir a la sala de Menesteres.¿Estaba solo?
-Si- respondió el pelirojo.
-Pero..¿que estaria haciendo allí? Despues de todo solo es una sala con unos pocos sillones, no lo entiendo- Hermione dirigio una mirada a sus amigos que irradiaba curiosidad- Le investigaremos -no era una
Contest gift - ArtArt is lifeContest gift - Art1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
Art is nature
Art is universe
Art is history
Art is knowledge
Don't believe it?
Life without sun
And without love
"Is art is life?
Why?" you asking
"Art is feeling
Art is dream
Art is history
And your mind"
Keep it, friend
Don't lose it
And dont forget
Because your art
Is your feeling
Is your dream
And soul's mirror
The Wizarding WorldThe Misadventures Of The Wizarding WorldThe Wizarding World4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"A Wizarding World? Did you actually just say that to me?" Ichigo asked, crossing his arms over his chest, Rukia nodded once, "Yes," "Do you have any idea how rediculous this sounds?" she rolled her eyes and flipped open her sketch book, "Look here," she said, "There are seven deminsions in the universe," "SEVEN?" "Seven," "Why seven?" "I don't know! Ask the guy who created the universe!" she snapped, "Now anyway, one is Soul Society, the second is Hueco Mundo, third is this world, the human world, fourth is the precipice world," "That's it's own dimension?" "Yes, anyway, the fifth is the wizarding world, it holds creatures that go against the laws of human nature, such as witches, vampires, fairies, centaurs, etc," "Seriously? Then why do people see the Loch Ness Monster and Bigfoot in this dimension?" "You should know that more than anyone, sometimes the lines get crossed, you can travel through dimensions with things like a Senkimon, a Gargan
HP 100 - Hold my Hand4. Hold my handHP 100 - Hold my Hand3 years ago in Drama More Like This
It was always the same dream. He would sit in a compartment of the train, the sun covering the fields outside with a golden blanket, and he was on his way to his second home: Hogwarts. Everything would be normal, as it should be.
But then the dream would change, and he never was really able to recall that feeling of belonging in the beginning after he had woken. The terror of that sudden darkness; followed by an icy chill were just too strong. Even though he tried to fight it every time and return to the pleasant part of the dream, he also knew that it was useless. When the hooded figures appeared in the door, he would just sit there, waiting, completely helpless. That was the worst about it - that he never fought back, not once, when they grabbed him and dragged him off, no doubt to bring him back to him.
Covered in cold sweat, Draco awoke with a gasp, feeling like he just had emerged from a deep lake. The images of his nightmare were whirling
Windfall - Bonus ChapterEPILOGUE:Windfall - Bonus Chapter4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
They visited for only a short while, whispering heartfelt congratulations and blessings on the infant foal, before Cabbage Leaf and Granny Smith shooed everyone out so the little family could take their rest.
Windfall was wrapped in a soft blanket and laid in a beautiful crib that the younger Apple sister had constructed out of the family's namesake wood, the fragrant planks sanded to such smoothness that they felt like silk to the hoof. Apple Bloom beamed with pride to see her niece nestle in with another precious sigh, as Applejack smiled and ruffled her little sister's mane.
Big Macintosh and Fluttershy climbed back onto the bed together after the lights in the room were lowered, sharing a kiss as Granny Smith gently closed the door.
The aged matriarch of the Apple Clan said her thanks to Cabbage Leaf and slipped her a bag of bits, that the stocky earth pony in turn cheerfully split between herself, Nurse Redheart, and Zecora. Their business concluded, the midwife, herbali
I asked you not to touch meI asked you not to touch me9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I asked you not to touch me there,
I asked you to go away,
But you began to move your hands,
Begin our time of "play."
I told you that I wanted an end,
I said to leave me be,
Then I felt you touch my shaking face,
With a cold pledge to make me feel.
I begged for you to stop that,
That I didn't want to play,
I begged for you to walk away,
It only made you stay.
I told you not to take them off,
I fought with all I had,
I pushed you hard, away from me,
It only made you mad.
I cried when you held my hands
Up way above my head.
I screamed for a release,
As you tied me to my bed.
I was helpless to your wishes,
A casualty to your desire,
I felt you spread my legs...
Then spread my soul with fire.
I shouted as you ripped me,
Without a blade or knife.
You didn't need those,
For me to fear my life.
I cried as you found your pleasure,
Burying yourself within.
I screamed as you continually pounded...
Deeper and deeper in.
I felt the fire deep inside,
Spreading through my mind.
Then i cried when i
Life Between Fear and LoveIt wasn't about getting him to stop hurting himself.Life Between Fear and Love5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
It wasn't about helping him understand that what he was doing was wrong, either. It wasn't about showing him the constructive aspect of life. It wasn't about giving him another way out. Nothing ever is that simple.
People prefer these kinds of tragedies be second-hand knowledge, arbitrary and diluted enough so that they can push it away with a simple "too bad". He was no tragedy, although he was treated and perceived that way. And also he was not wrong in the way he thought. However, he vividly saw something no one else was aware of. He was so intensely conscious of a presence that no one else could identify themselves. It was about fear and knowing fear closely and intimately, embedded into the world he saw. Here was life in its full expanse and he did not know what to do with it.
You'll have to understand that, with fear, there is no right or wrong, black or white, justice or chaos. True fear is so much more than that, so much more
A Letter from Remus LupinDear Harry,A Letter from Remus Lupin3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
If you're reading this, I can only assume that you have won. If you had not, it would only make sense for you to be dead.
I can also assume that if this letter is in your possession, I was one of the casualties.
I know how you must be feeling, Harry. I need you to read this letter carefully. It's terribly important.
I want you first to know that no losses that occurred in this war were your fault. I know you feel the guilt, Harry. Understand that the people who fought in the battle did not fight it for you. They fought it for themselves, and more importantly, for the world. You were an extremely crucial part of the war, I do not deny that. But you were not the cause. This battle was inevitable. Whether it happened when it did, where it did, or elsewhere at another time. It would have happened eventually. Perhaps it is better that it happened now. Many losses would have been sustained in this fight, and if those same losses had not occurred had the battle not been when it ha
TiredI’m so tired ofTired2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Spilling out poetry
About being broken
I have enough bandages
To build me a rope up to heaven
(Or maybe even down to hell)
Perhaps they’re culminating
In the center of my chest
That would explain the
Weight of an anvil
That can’t be shaken
I’ve got a diagnosis
For that reason why
I’ve been leaving class every day
For two grueling weeks
I’ve got meds that don’t work
And confidential conversations
And a few scabs on my leg
From when I decided
To play with scissors
I’ve got a sadness towards myself
That I can’t expel
It’s an assailant in the night
Coming and going
Impossible to trace
No one understands it
I don’t understand it
I just want it to stop.
I want to disappear
Into a book
Or a journal page
And leave behind
The inexplicable tears
I’m tired of feeling weak
When everyone is telling me
How strong I am
And feeling ugly
When people tell me
That they think I’m beautiful
And not wanting to talk
Sharpen Your PencilSharpen your pencilSharpen Your Pencil2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dip your pen in the well
Show the world your vision
Through the story you tell
There's no right or wrong
So don't listen to critique
Your story alone is enough
So beautifully unique
And only you can tell it
Your version of events
Write it, sing it, paint it
Release, express and vent
Sharpen your pencil
Dip your pen in the well
And with your own wise words
Those ghosts you will repel
Please be true to yourself
No embellishment required
Every inferno was once
But a flicker of fire
So fan those fiery flames
And refuse to walk in line
As experience will grow
Through the passage of time
was it easy?i.was it easy?3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
When I met you, I would only bring tragedies up to the rooftop, or down to the street corner, or to the bike cage. You asked me if any of them were true.
"You make the saddest stories so beautiful with that pen," you said, on the same day that we held hands for the first time and I found out you smoked.
It's all we are now, though. Just more depressing words from my pen. You loved my writing that much; and that was more than me, and it ruined us.
The January before you turned twenty-one, you told me you were afraid to become an adult. "I don't want to be somebody a child will hate."
You had always smelled like peppermint, cologne, and the truth, and it made me so sure when I told you, "You won't be. You're different."
And hey it wouldn't be the first time I was wrong.
We spent the summer talking about baby names and our house in Colorado. You wanted a daughter and I wanted four boys, and one of them had to be called James.
It was October when
My MemoirAll that is written were real experiences in my life. This is a journal I wrote with my hands while I experienced these events. Please respect it for what it is. This is very important to me.My Memoir4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
You need to read this very slowly, as if I am speaking. Otherwise it will not make sense and my points will be overlooked for the sake of focusing on your imagination/pictures.
In Short: My Memoir Journal
This is a memoir written during the subtle events of my life; composed of many thoughts, ideas, and emotions that carry themselves through my daily exercise. Such exercise is brought only to be an illumination of my lifestyle. This is a journal written to become a fragment of my being, dedicated to all who create me in their memories.
Till dusk I see the light of day,
Let this be a gift.
May it bring you company
When I am no longer able to speak
Or write words.
Dedicated to Beth, my dearest friend.
(this indicates when/where I wrote the journal e
Dear SoulmateDear Soulmate11 years ago in General More Like This
I want to be close to you. I want to feel you. I want to breathe you in. I want to hold you and I want to be wrapped inside your arms.
We will lie in a wheat field, watching the sky, speaking our silent language of love. Under a parasol we will stare at each other in hope until we cry for each other and decide to go home. If ever.
Our hearts will be connected, always. Our fingers will turn into vines, they will grow together and become tangled, building the strongest bridge which we can walk on even if just for a moment - an embrace or tender kiss. This bridge will fight against all odds with the wind and the sea.
Now that it is autumn and drizzle has no wind, everywhere the leaves are vermillion, cadium and green. Everywhere you are is where I am. In your heart, in your soul and in mine too. I think of you when it is cold, only you can warm my heart - and pierce it.
en que momento ocurrio ?Perdí el interés en mi vidaen que momento ocurrio ?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Ya no me importa que hago o no
Siempre que pienso en la muerte
No la veo como una pena o final
Sino que como un alivio
Cosas que influyeron a este cambio en mí
Son simples de decir ¿pero de sentir?
Lo que pasa a mí alrededor
Mi fe en las personas
Son las principales
Pero no las únicas
Sobre mis "amigos"
Tengo pocos pero tengo
Pero como son conmigo
Ese es otro tema
Me gustaría que me tuvieran un mejor trato
Que no me dejen sola cuando tienen la oportunidad
Que me ofrezcan las cosas en ve de yo pedírselas
Que escuchen mis problemas cuando necesite desahogarme
El mismo trato que yo les doy a ellos
Ellos mismos me han dicho que para ellos soy Solo una cosa
Algo que pueden utilizar para sacarse buenas notas,
Y que luego puede ser desechado como la basura que es.
¿Eso es un amigo?
Porque yo nunca he tenido
Como yo soy,
Si me conocieran
Seguramente harían lo que l
RainDear Friend,Rain4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I love these grey overcast days, when the sky is dark but somehow everything on the ground looks a shade brighter, sharper. It's so beautiful to me, like a visual paradox.
You're so beautiful to me,
all sharp edges and dull curls under tight skin that barely contains your
The thunder is crashing just outside my window, but the rain won't fall.
It's so disappointing.
So, so disappointing.
You'll never know your own loveliness and I
I'll never be brave enough to tell you.
Now the rain is running and the lightning has come to join the fun. I can see the drip drip drop of the pellets hitting the porch from a dry distance. I think maybe I could run through it if I had a place to run.
Run with me. We can race the stars
and never reach the finish line
because we won't let each other lose.
There's a current of rainwater flowing down my street. It's caught in the ridge where the street s
Not in Harry Potter: DHQuotes/ words that should be in Harry Potter but Arent:Not in Harry Potter: DH8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
- Geez, Voldemort, stop acting so gay!
- Bellatrix, stop groping me. Just just go stand over there.
- Tell me Lucius, whos the prettiest ballerina of them all? Voldemort gave a cold smile at the clearly horrified man.
- Sooo, whats REALLY going on between his lordship and that snake, hmm?
-Wait a minute, Harry said. You want me to put this Snitch where now?
- What we need, Voldemort mused, is some sort of sign that people can rally around. To keep the masses happy and unrebellious. Snape gasped. You mean- Yes. Voldemort allowed a vicious, cold smile to play upon his lips. What the Death Eaters need, is a theme song.
- NO, DAMMIT! I DONT CARE IF THE POTTER BOYS BEEN FOUND! AMERICAN IDOL IS ON!
- One of you go see if the boy