For Draco Malfoy Lovers - 2011For Draco Malfoy Lovers - 20114 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
________ Means your first name
~~~~~~ Means your last name
As you headed towards your potions class, you couldn't help but feel really gloomy. You hated potions, as Professor Snape absolutely loathed you, and always tried to find random excuses to give you a detention. Also you had to sit next to it. Yes, that's right it. Draco Malfoy, the meanest boy you had ever met. The weird thing was even though he bullied you, you sort of had a crush on him, crazy right?
There was just something about him that made you melt inside whenever you say him. Maybe it was the way his cold, grey eyes bored into yours. Or maybe it was the cute smirk he wore on his face. Who knows?
"Hey _________," Ron greeted as you reached the potions class.
Everyone was standing outside the classroom door, shivering slightly as they waited for Professor Snape to usher them all inside.
"Hey Ron," You replied, flashing a grin and waving at Harry and Hermione, who
Rainbow DustRainbow Dust4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Stars made of nightmares and skies made of fears
Hearts made of glass and a home built of tears
Cries made of silence and words made of knives
Dreams of the struggle to simply survive
Souls made of paper and minds made of flames
She is a piece of their loveliest game
No longer can she feel more than disgust
Even a rainbow does turn into dust
True BeautyTrue beautyTrue Beauty4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You take one look at me
And call me fat
You look down
You beat up
The really smart
Kids in your class
And then demand them
To finish your homework
When you should've finished it
You see a kid
And call them a retard
And put them down,
Even though they're
You look at yourself in the mirror,
Or look at your muscles,
Not caring that you're
Living a life of vanity
The sad thing is,
You don't realize
That maybe the
Who do your homework
Will become your boss.
Maybe the gay kid
You beat up
Author or poet.
That autism kid
You called a retard,
Might end up
As a famous
Who figured out
How to end
And your beauty,
Won't be there forever.
Or those muscles
You love and
Are so proud of
And leave you
For true beauty
Paper StarsI hold a paper, softly glowing;Paper Stars4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I hold on tight with both my hands,
Somehow fearful it would burn,
But also certain it would soar.
The sky is filled with lights all rising,
As though to join others in distant lands;
Before I know it, it’ll be my turn
To add to the sky a light once more.
As a child I once believed
That a star was a floating paper light.
But now I know this isn’t so,
That stars are lights that are very far;
And I know that a childhood can’t be relived,
But right now, for one more night:
I’ll be a child and for sure I know
This light I hold will become a star.
I Hate ItI Hate It4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I hate it, when the reason for my depression
Is the person I love the most
The False Prince: The Death of LatamerA/N: There is character death. And this is from the story just at another person aka Latamer's point of view. Please don't read this if you don't want spoilers from The False Prince by Jennifer A. Nielsen.The False Prince: The Death of Latamer3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
One of the guards, Cregan, had just got a fire going. While the other, Mott, directed us to gather around so Conner would have discuss something.
"Talk to us? When do we eat?" Sage commented slyly.
"We eat after the talk," Conner replied as he shut his book. "Come, boys, sit," he called out to us.
Sage leapt out of the wagon and sat on the log that Tobias and Roden had brought over earlier. He made himself some room; obviously, the other two boys weren't thrilled to have him sit there. And I crouched onto the hard ground, not that I minded; they probably wouldn't bother to ask me anyway. Cough! Cough! Cough! I wonder why Conner would take me, of all people. I'm terribly sick and was much weaker in comparison to the other boys.
Misery's GardenMisery's Garden:Misery's Garden3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Through the cold ice we trekked, the Reaper and I.
His face an ever-shifting grin, oscillating between joy and malice...
With quick, light-footed steps, he lead me to a warm green meadow.
A small hut in the distance, a little garden beside.
Where a hunchbacked man, covered in boils and open wounds;
Bearing a crooked jaw and gnarled hands, tilled the earth.
"Egh yew ooh wha gu wan!"
I was so startled by the hunchback's sudden outburst,
That I jumped and gripped the Reaper's cloak in fright,
Yet as soon as he had seen me, the hunchback's eyes glazed over;
He appeared to forget about our presence...
I had to admit, I was very curious
And I wished to move in close so I could inspect him.
Reaching out with my hand to clasp his own;
I was assailed by horrid visions.
In one instance I was a collector of night soil,
Abuse hurled at me like stones and I the accepting target.
For to speak was to open this torn mouth of mine
And that would merely draw a mocki
10 Reasons To Buy Toilet Paper1) To stuff my bra in hopes that you'll see me tonight10 Reasons To Buy Toilet Paper3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
2) To dry the tears from my eyes when you don't
3) To blow my nose and try again tomorrow
4) To keep in my pocket just in case
5) To dab my lipstick before our date
6) To fix my mascara after you say you love me
7) To clean my glasses and see the truth on your collar
8) To wipe the crap off of your lips when you swear I'm the only one
9) To use every roll to cover your house in blankets of white
10) To replace the toilet paper I wasted on you
Midnight Meet ~ (Niall Horan Love Story) ~ Ch. 7Midnight Meet ~ (Niall Horan Love Story) ~ Ch. 74 years ago in Profiles More Like This
It had taken quite a while to calm me down. Niall thought that putting headphones on me with the music playing at full blast would help with the thunder. Even at the highest volume, it didn't help. Instead, Niall turned on the TV and stayed with me throughout the ordeal. I had a feeling that Alexis stayed secluded to her room to give Niall and I alone time. She had always hoped I wouldn't become a recluse because of what I had gone through.
Of course I wasn't going to date for a while, but that didn't mean I didn't want to make more friends. I was only apprehensive about these guys because they're known worldwide and are loved by many. It's not like I could fit in with that lifestyle. Besides, they were only here for a few months before they went back to England.
"Niall?" I asked, tentatively.
"Yeah?" He turned his attention from the TV to look down at me.
I paused before continuing, wondering if I could really tr
Daring - Prologue "Which one of you dares to dream?"Daring - Prologue3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
This was the demand fired into the ancient hall, full of potential young witches and wizards. Seated on frigid, stony, benches, the pupils remained silent. Some had their heads bowed, ready for the end; others stared back silently in loud defiance; the rest looked anywhere, anywhere but me.
The deadly barrage of words resumed.
"Which one of you humans, worthless beings, dares to believe, think, imagine, aspire, inspire, hope, create! Which of you has started it? I know there is something different about you. I can see it in your eyes. Ohh, yes," he hissed, seething, flicking his snake tongue at them, in and out, in and out. "You are different from the others. I can smell it. I can practically feel it, radiating from you in foul, invisible waves!" he shouted, quivering with rage. "Which one of you is acting so rebellious, so unmanageable, so high abo
Careless Optimism"You know, there's a special circle in hell for people like you."Careless Optimism5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Good. Maybe I'll find friends there."
I'm WorthlessI'm Worthless4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Don't tell me I'm worthless
Don't tell me I'm nothing
You can't change me
Because I used to be something
I used to be
But I lost my ways
Instead of helping
You double my pain
Don't tell me I'm worthless
I already know it
SometimesSometimes4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sometimes I wish I was dead
Sometimes I want to change the past
Sometimes I regret
And sometimes I'm hurt
Sometimes I smile
Sometimes I cry
Sometimes I Hate
And sometimes I'm emotional
Sometimes I wish
Sometimes I hope
sometimes I dream
And sometimes I crawl
But in the end
I'm still me
And if you want to change that
Then I got two words for you
Remember the Angel?Remember the Angel?4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Remember the angel that wiped your tears and made you brightly smile?
You always told her to let you be; you were always in denial.
Remember the angel that sang you to sleep and played with your hair?
You never cared to have her near you, though that smile was still there
Remember the angel that waited for you, the one who waited countless hours?
You never seemed to even notice, I guess that was your power
Remember the angel that saved your life, risking also her own?
You ran away and left her there, you left her there alone
Remember the angel that fell from heaven, only to be with you?
You marked her with your sin and made her feel brand new
Remember the angel with crystal eyes and long white hair let down?
You see how she feels alone; do you see that awful frown?
Remember the angel, please remember her now, can't you feel her love?
All of that was only for you , sent from above
Remember the angel, don't you remember the angel,
A Farewell to MoleskineI chose not to water your Oleanders.A Farewell to Moleskine4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There was a reason, but it has dried in
my mind like those magenta petals.
You stopped buying me first editions,
when our friends claimed they made
me seem pretentious.
They didn't know about the ketchup stain
on Catcher in the Rye, or the highlighter
I took to This Side of Paradise.
They didn't know anything about being the oldest
book on a shelf- The fact that dust yearns for the
attentive breath of life to set it free.
Words are not prisoners in a flower pot.
They do not die with ease.
I remember now,
I didn't water your Oleanders
because they made you seem
fallingi'm falling hard this timefalling4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
like that's anything new
but this time...
i really don't mind
because i can see into your soul
and you can see into mine
A Cool MoveRed and blue lights winked in Percy's peripheral vision. A whining siren started up behind him.A Cool Move4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Uh, guys?" Piper called from the back seat. "I think we're in trouble."
"Trouble?" Leo exclaimed, "The freakin po-po are chasing after us!"
And sure enough he was right. The police car was riding right on their tail.
Percy cursed and pulled the car over to the shoulder of the highway. It bumped over gravel and came to a stop.
"Nice going, Seaweed Brain," Annabeth muttered. Like it was his fault they had gotten in a high speed car chase with monsters just moments before. The police car cruised to a stop beside them.
A heavy set man emerged from the car, his belly bouncing as he pulled himself up. He munched on a pink donut and started toward them. Percy thought that the man could stand to lay off on his donut consumption.
In the back, Leo was being dramatic.
"Okay, I've seen this sort of thing in movies." he spoke quickly "On the count of three we all make a run for it. Sweet talking never w
who i amI am the girl who criedwho i am4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Because someone stepped on
Her caterpillar she believed could talk
I am the girl who climbed
High up an apple tree
Just to see if she could
I am the girl who colored
a yellow chair purple
Because she thought it would be prettier
I am the girl who stood
Up on the higher bookshelves
Because she knew those books were more interesting
I am the girl
Who means it when she says
She loves you
Who holds her pillow at night
Until she falls asleep
To dream of you
I am the girl who
Hates wearing socks
Because she likes to be able to feel everything around her
I am the girl who never stopped
Dreaming day after day about
How high the sky is and how long it would take to reach it
I am the girl who still loves and believes
All these things
And so much more