Killing loneliness with you"You think it's funny, Potter?" Draco Malfoy's voice sneered across the room. Harry shook his head, desperately trying not to laugh. They were stuck in this room for only several hours now, and already Draco Malfoy had gone completely crazy it seemed. He tried every spell to get the door to open, but it was deadlocked. Draco's last attempt was trying to smash the door open, not even with magic anymore, but just by throwing chairs to the door.Killing loneliness with you3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I guess we just have to accept the fact that we're stuck here Malfoy, at least until someone comes and finds us. And believe me, I find being stuck here with you, just as delightful as you." Harry replied sarcastically.
"I will not just sit and wait, Potter!" Draco sneered back, yet again failing at an attempt at breaking the door open with a chair. Harry shrugged his shoulders and sat down with his back against the wall. If he was stuck here with Malfoy, he could at least use the opportunity to make fun of him.
"Argh!" Draco screamed out in agon
Shadows of Love 1Shadows of Love 12 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The ones we love can hurt us the most
Lily was sitting in the common room on a couch in front of the fireplace. She was reading Hogwarts, A History for her next History of Magic lesson. She tried to concentrate on the legend of the Chamber of Secrets, but it wasn't that easy, as a loud applause and screaming started in the common room. Lily turned her head.
James Potter came down the stairs. There was a white little lily between his teeth. Lily rolled her eyes and returned to her book. After a few minutes, James stopped next to the couch. He stared at the girl without saying a word. Lily sighed angrily and glanced at him impatiently.
Lily's look changed from upset to shocked while James unbuttoned his shirt. He unfolded it, sticking his chest out. There was a writing on his skin with red ink under his tie, which read: 'WANNA DATE?'
James smiled with the flower in his mouth and looked questioningly at Lily.
"No." she said concisely.
Lily stood up with her book in her hand. She he
Frosting"What smells so good?"Frosting3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Finally out of your coma are you?" Sebastian Moran said nonchalantly, not turning to face his boss, who was standing in the doorway, looking much more ruffled than his normal Westwood look. He was wearing a pair of loose sweatpants and a wife-beater, a purple silk dressing gown half hanging off of him.
"Yes mum, I'm fine thank you." Jim said mockingly, walking over to the fridge and pulling out a carton of orange juice, drinking straight from the container. He leaned against the counter, watching the sniper as he continued to work with a creamy substance in the bowl in front of him. He stared at it, as though it was some foreign substance that was going to come to life and attack them both.
Seb noticed Jim's eyes on him and glanced over, not stopping his use of the metal whisk he'd been employing. He snorted. "It's not going to bite you you know."
"Ha ha." Jim sneered. "What is it?"
"Yes Jim, it's the sugary paste that people put on ba
New Anniversary"Hey, Castiel, look at this," Gabriel called to his brother over his shoulder. He had stolen Sam's laptop while the hunter was out with Dean on a food run. Cas walked up to Gabriel curiously and peered over his shoulder at the article the archangel was reading.New Anniversary3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"National Kissing Day?" Cas said, his head tilting. "What is the point of this?"
"Well, it gives you an excuse to kiss Dean senseless," Gabriel chuckled. "Though I never need one to kiss Sammy." Cas's eyes flicked over the article, reading quickly. A smile curved his lips and Gabriel knew he had scored a point. He closed the laptop and stood to stretch.
"So, that mind of yours planning madly?" Gabriel asked, smirking at Cas. The younger angel nodded, a light in his eyes. Without warning, Cas turned on his heel and rushed upstairs, stomping loudly in his haste. Gabriel chuckled again and wandered into the kitchen. He had already planned out exactly how he was going to seduce Sam today, having found out a few days ago about the up
Late Night Texts 24G: Send me a picture.Late Night Texts 243 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
G: I'm tied up, and I won't be able to make it down for a few days.
G: So send me a picture.
S: (picture message enclosed)
G: Cute, kid. Real cute.
S: I'm sensing sarcasm.
G: We both know I didn't mean a picture of Bobby.
S: Well you didn't specify.
G: All right, fine. Sam, it would please me very much if you were to send me a picture of yourself.
S: (picture message enclosed)
G: If you EVER want to sleep with me again, you'll send me a picture of you shirtless.
Things I Can No Longer Do in Dungeons and Dragons1) No using the flaming battle axe as an emergency skilletThings I Can No Longer Do in Dungeons and Dragons3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
2) No dual-wielding two-handed weapons, even if I figure out how to within the rules.
3) Hengeyokai are not for making catgirls and bunny girls.
-a. And I am not allowed to fill a mansion with either or both.
4) Not allowed to use Warforged as cannon fodder with the justification "We can rebuild him!"
5) Just because I can, doesn't mean I should take Arcane Admixture so many times that Magic Missile deals nearly every damage type possible
6) My Warlock can have an Infernal Pact. He cannot be Legion and speak in the third person collective.
-a. Nor can the Warforged.
7) My Warlock will not describe his pact as having made a demon/devil/evil star/fairy/vestige his bitch.
8) If we encounter a female fox hengeyokai with a high charisma, I will refer to her by name and not constantly call her the foxy lady.
9) Zeppelins do not exist in Forgotten Realms. I am not allowed to build one from canvas and fire elementals.
-a. And if I did,
Dungeons and Dragons story (Should I or no?)CharactersDungeons and Dragons story (Should I or no?)1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Jack Frost - the Prince of Salex
North - the King of Salex
Tooth - the Queen of Salex
Bunny - the protector of the royal family
Sandy - wizard, Ren’s brother
Ren - wizard, Sandy’s brother, teacher of Elsa and Anna (my OC)
Elsa - sister of Anna, apprentice of Ren
Anna - sister of Elsa, apprentice of Ren
Merida - an archer, tracker of Salex
Hiccup - thief, dragon rider of Toothless, friend of Flynn, Kristoff, and Sven
Toothless - dragon of Hiccup, night fury
Kristoff - thief, friend of Hiccup, Toothless, Flynn, and Sven
Sven - friend of Toothless, Hiccup, Flynn, and Kristoff, reindeer
Rapunzel - lost princess of Ismere, protector of nature/animals
Flynn Rider - thief, friend of Hiccup, Toothless, Sven, and Kristoff
Pitch Black - the evil nightmare warlock/sorcerer
Kron - leader of Pitch’s fearling knights, stepbrother of Neera, iguanodon
Neera - stepsister of Kron, iguanodon
Erasmus - troll, Keeper of the enchanted library
Aladar - my friend, iguanodon
Me - a
That Fateful Night [Part1]'That night... That accident... What happened that night? What was that thing? I only saw it for a second, a black blur in the night, then the next thing I knew I was on the hospital bed with Joseph by my side, a huge wound on the side of my body. I was stuck in the hospital for two weeks, but now I'm fine... but what was with that thing? The thought of what did that to me...it scares me. What in the world could've done that?'That Fateful Night [Part1]3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
PHASE 0: THE DAY BEFORE
Kevin ran these words through his head, looking down at the ground, idly sipping on his can of coke. The voice of his best friend and next door neighbour, Joseph, droning on about this one girl he just met during his run to the nearby convenience store, was blocked out by the repeating sounds of his screaming that night. He couldn't stop thinking about what had happened.
"You think I should call her yet?" Joseph asked. He punched Kevin's arm when he wasn't getting an answer. "Hello? Kev? You listening?"
"Huh?" Kevin shook his he
Steve and Tony want to adopt.Steve and Tony want to adopt.3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Steve and Tony walk hand in hand into the orphanage. They were greeted by a kind middle age lady with brunette hair. "Hi you must be Mr. and Mr. Stark-Rogers. Come in come in" she says as he opens the door wider to let her guests in. The place was pretty worn down, scratches on the floor, marks on the wall and some of the ceiling is peeling. Kids were running all around the house. The lady puts his arm out of from of them. "Hi. Please call me Ms. Stanley" she says with a smile. "Hi I'm Steve and this is my husband Tony" Steve says while he shakes her hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you" Tony says as he then shakes her hand. "Well let's go into my office and talk about the type of kid you want to adopt" Ms. Stanley grins as she leads the couple more into the house.
A few hours later they narrowed the choices to three little children. A five year old blonde hair girl name Cassandra, a little 6 year old brunette boy name Peter and another boy who is 7 years old name Jack. "Well do you want
The Fangirls Must DieDraco Malfoy sat down at the muggle contraption, "Harry? Why have you brought me here?"The Fangirls Must Die4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Harry just rolled his eyes, "Draco, I told you already! There are muggles out there who bought J.K. Rowling's books and they have a sick sense of humor!"
"So you've brought me to a muggle library?" Draco raised a skeptical eyebrow at the books around him. He hated books.
"This is the only place I could get a computer. Now, hush up!" Harry started hitting keys and a website popped up, "This is called fanfiction. Where muggle fangirls post stories about people at Hogwarts pairing up and they get super graphic! There's everything from Hermoine and you," Draco snorted disgustedly, "To Ron and Luna, to YOU AND ME!"
Draco jumped out of his chair and pointed his wand at the computer, "You will die you blasted muggle machine!"
Harry pulled Draco back into his seat, "Shut up, you moron, you can't just blow up the computer and expect the stories to go away! They're on the internet and they'll be there forever
El creador de infantesEl creador de infantesEl creador de infantes5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Las madres suelen dar consejos a sus hijos que terminan siendo útiles para el resto de sus vidas, pero hay ocasiones en que sus palabras parecen advertencias vagas o fantasiosas. Mi madre solía decirme que el diablo podía tomar cualquier forma, incluso la menos esperada, con tal de explotar las debilidades humanas; tenía que estar siempre alerta. Durante los años de mi infancia creí que solo era una expresión para que tuviera cuidado, nunca me imagine (a mi corta edad) que se hiciera realidad de una forma tan literal: un día apareció el diablo en mi pueblo natal bajo el nombre del Doctor Roberto Coss.
Era verano, finalmente habían terminado las clases y no había otra cosa que deseara más que ir al parque a jugar con mis amigos, pero mi madre tenía otros planes; me obligó un día a acompañarla a la tienda de abarrotes para comprar la despensa de la semana, ya que necesitaba manos extras
Queer Eye For The(mostly) Straight Guy Chp 5They pile out of the apartment with Gabriel shouting about searching for Dean's porn collection and not so subtly suggesting that he expects to find something homosexual in it.Queer Eye For The(mostly) Straight Guy Chp 52 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Castiel watches Dean tense and prepares to step in, but Dean continues walking so Castiel simply glares reprovingly at Gabriel before closing the door. He can hear muffled snickers from behind the wood.
Balthazar and Lucifer practically bound down the hall and out the door, while Dean walks on at a more sedate, yet determined pace.
Castiel follows closely beside him, finding that he immensely enjoys the simple sensation of walking near him. It's strange for Castiel to be so fond of someone that he's only just met, but he tries not to linger on it in his thoughts.
When the reach the car Balthazar opens the back door and bows with a flourish of his hand, saying "Your carriage awaits you..." while Lucifer snickers from his place in the front seat.
Dean flips him off before climbing in and Castiel hides a small smil
A Morning with the Marauders"POTTER, GET OUT OF BED OR I'LL DRAG YOU OUT BY YOUR STUPID HAIR!"A Morning with the Marauders4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Sirius was not a morning person.
"TOUCH MY HAIR AND I'LL SEND YOU TO THE GREAT HALL WITH YOUR TAIL BETWEEN YOUR LEGS!"
James loved mornings. As long as they were spent in bed, of course.
"COME ON THEN, YOU SPECCY GIT, HAVE A GO!"
"GLADLY, IF I WEREN'T AT RISK OF FLEAS!"
"I'LL SHOVE YOUR BLOODY ANTLERS UP YOUR ARSE!"
Remus and Peter were once impartial, but had acquired particular disdain for mornings after not experiencing a quiet one in six years.
"Sirius, put your wand down, you've already got a week of detentions from Saturday." Remus warned as he adjusted his tie.
Sirius begrudgingly replaced his wand in his pocket, grinning nostalgically at memories of his most recent drunken escapade.
"James, he's right," Remus continued with his self assigned mediating position, "We're already late for breakfast."
"It's Monday," James's voice was muffled from the blanket he'd pulled over his head, "The teachers expect me to be la
Felicidad en sepia.Francamente no recuerdo si esa noche nos suicidamos.Felicidad en sepia.8 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
~ J. L. Borges.
« Por alguna extraña razón, la primera y la última línea de un texto son las más importantes. Una frase contundente al inicio de un escrito puede hacer continuar al lector, intrigado, o por otra parte puede hacer que se deshaga del mismo ipso facto; una buena oración para concluir un texto hará que el lector recuerde lo leído el resto de su vida, algo terrible para cerrar y todo lo que pudiera habérsele quedado se irá, justo como la nieve al deshielo.
« Los primeros pensamientos lúcidos cada mañana son iguales. Determinan nuestro día, un capítulo de nuestra vida. Pero a veces van más allá ».
Llovía. Llovía siempre. En esa ciudad de cielo gris con perpetua lluvia habitaban cuerpos, pero no almas; las calles eran angostas y empinadas, resbalosas por el moho pardo de siglos que encontraba su hogar adherido a las losetas de piedra. Los edificios, revestidos también de moho, altos y tenebrosos, parecían unirs
Amor es..Amor es, respeto, comprensión, diversión, comunicación y escuchar,Amor es..4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
amor es, apoyo y mirarse fijamente sin darse cuenta que sonríen.
Mirar la luna y bajar la mirada sólo para ver que su compañía es mejor.
Amor es, compartir y sentirse poeta todas las noches porque tienes una Musa,
amor son sonrisas y largas caminatas bajo la lluvia.
Amor es, esperar una llamada por las noches y sorprenderte porque ella prefirió ir a verte,
es tirarse al pasto, y tomarse las manos,
es un par de audífonos compartidos para escuchar la misma canción.
Amor es arte, cuando ella pinta y tú tocas melodías,
es distraerse y tropezar, y que ella te levante con una sonrisa entre dientes,
amor, son los nervios por la mañana y los tambaleos de la tarde por tenerla de frente,
son tus labios temblando sin saber por qué.
Amor es, saber lo que siente con tan sólo un "hola",
es un abrazo cuando más hace falta,
amor, son las manos secando las l
The Reader In Wonderland Ch.5: Strange and InsaneThe Reader In Wonderland Ch.5: Strange and Insane1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Your arms flailed to free themselves, but Ran Mao kept her firm grip on your shoulders.
"I demand you let me go!!" You shouted and she just stared down at you.
You felt her arms slip from under you and you went diving to the surface. Your eyes got a sad and shocked look as you reached out your hand and her eyes widened in shock.
"W-Wait...I' wasn't r-ready..." You spoke as your voice faded and she watched you plunge.
Ran Mao turned herself around with her sprawled out wings and flew away. Your body smacked against several branches and you could hear tears spreading throughout the Wonderland dress. You shouted with pain and stumbled as you kept crushing branches to reach the ground. Your bruised body made it to the surface of the ground and you felt around your arms and legs. There were a few tears on your stockings as well as a few scratches on your arms. You noticed there was a large hole in-between your breast and you
Wake UpJim had woken up a while ago. A long while. But he refused to open his eyes, just yet. Because, you see, he didn't need to.Wake Up3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He could feel the softness of the sheet, and duvet cover. It was, of course, thick just how he liked it. Luxurious. Tantalisingly fluffy. He could feel the slight chill in the air around his face, as there always was in London, and the contrast of that with the warmth under the covers. He could feel the clothes he was wearing: just a pair of boxers with a plain t-shirt. And, if he stretched his hand, or foot, or body a little way to the right, he could feel the man lying next to him. Comfortingly close, so that if Jim ever felt disorientated or worried, he could just reach out and he'd be there. Looking after him and watching over him, even in his sleep. Sebastian Moran: The best sniper in London and the best lover a man could ask for.
He could smell that gorgeous shower gel that Sebastian always used, without fail or deviance. He could smell the faint arom
Late Night Texts 7S: Bad pick up line war. Three two one GO!Late Night Texts 73 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
G: If I said I liked your body, would you hold it against me?
S: If I had to choose between you and a Chevy, I'd ride you any day.
G: Are you from outer space? Because your ass is out of this world.
S: I'm allergic to your clothes. I'm going to have to ask you to remove them.
G: You have such a beautiful smile. It'd be better if that was all you were wearing.
S: Let's convert our potential energy to kinetic energy.
G: You fucking sexy nerd.
G: What are you doing tonight? Besides me, of course.
S: That's not a pick-up line. That's a command.
G: Are you forfeiting?
S: Hell no.
S: You might say I'm a samurai, because I'm a master of the sword.
G: If you were aspirin, I would take you every four to six hours.
S: Was that an earthquake, or did you just rock my world?
G: Do you have a mirror in your pocket? Because I can definitely see myself in your pants.
S: I'll marry you tomorrow, but let's honeymoon tonight.
S: What?! Your pick-up li
A Womans Value _Eng_Esp_El Valor de la Mujer/A Woman's ValueA Womans Value _Eng_Esp_4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
English and Spanish version. Please, read note in comment. ^w^
El valor de la mujer no depende del tamaño de su cintura, altura, peso, raza o color; depende de su sabiduría, fe, acción humana, social, de sus capacidades de trabajo así como de la lucha constante por los derechos y la justicia tanto de ella y los suyos aunque por ello sea discriminada y castigada en ocasiones hasta por su mismo género; y si por todo eso seré castigada no importa, eso m confirma que no soy ordinaria. SOY EXTRAORDINARIA.
A woman's value isn't defined by her waist size, height, weight, race or color. It is defined by her wisdom, faith, human and social values, by her abilities to work and the constant struggle for her rights and justice for both her and her family, though she might be discriminated and sometimes even punished by her own gender. If I'm going to be punished for all this, I don't care. Th
Boxer and Sock Reader Insert Ch.10: Going BackBoxer and Sock Reader Insert Ch.10: Going Back2 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
You laid comfortably in your bed with Chuck nudged against your stomach on top of the covers. You kept having nightmares about Sparse and Knee Length repeating in your mind. There were a few times you made yourself get out of bed and splash some water on your face, but it's been about thirty minutes since you last did that. Your eyes were partially open as your hand underneath your pillow gripped tight to the plush item. As you tried to doze back off, a slight knock emerged at your door.
"Yeah..?" You answered in a quiet tone towards the door as you sat up with your elbows supporting your weight.
There was no response as your door swung open and hit gently against the wall. There was Boxer with a yellow sheet wrapped around his waist and his eyes barely open. You raised an eyebrow as you became very confused on what was happening. He gradually approached your bed and just stood there. You waved your hand in front
Heather GrangerHeather Granger5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
it was summer vacation after second year and Hermione had asked harry if he wanted to come with her family on holiday his relatives said "yes" so Harry want with the Granger family to there holiday house near a beach
"Thanks moine, you're a life saver " Harry said as he and Hermione were walking on the beach
"You're welcome Harry" Hermione said before stopping why'll looking at him "Harry can I ask you something" she asked receiving a nod "well I found this new spell and I want to try it, but the problem is it might be forever" she said looking at him
"I could help, just tel me what I need to do" he said looking at her
"It's called a 'new life' spell or you have to do is stand there and picture a family or someone you want to be related to" she said looking at him
"Sounds simple, ok let's do it" Harry said looking around noticing no one near bye
"ok ready" she said looking at him as he nodded "from one life to another" sh
Precious Angel -Spanish-Precious Angel -Spanish-4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
18 de abril de 2007.
¿Alguna vez habéis visto un ángel? Yo sí. Cada noche, ella aparece en mis sueños, como una intrusa, desde que yo era un niño pequeño.
Ella era una muchacha pequeña, muy bonita y menuda. Con el pelo castaño y largo, color chocolate, el chocolate que a mi gusta tanto. Yo jugaba, solo, en un jardín de arena, cuando oí alguien llamándome. Me volteé y la vi.
Con aquella sonrisa amable, ella me extendió su mano hacía mi: cuando la tomé, empezamos a correr, y el jardín de arena se transformó en un campo precioso de flores. Los pétalos volaban alrededor de nosotros,el sol brillaba... Ella se reía, entonces, se inclinó y tomó una bella margarita, que después me regaló. Sonrió, y entonces me despertaba .
Siempre lo mismo, día a día, sin embargo había un detalle que siempre cambia: con el paso del tiempo, crecemos.
Explaining the Cake family's geneticsTitle: A dissertation on the hypothetical genetics of the Cake familyExplaining the Cake family's genetics3 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
There has been dissension among the ranks of bronies as to whether the Cake parents, who are Earth ponies, could produce a pair of fraternal twins with one being a pegasus and the other a unicorn, given only one distant ancestor carried a single representative phenotype of each on either side.
I have developed a plausible pattern of inheritance to explain this seeming incongruity.
Let's say that pegasi and unicorns were genetically designed, using earth pony as the genetic base, by the alicorns playing god on the mythical continent of Atlantis. The easiest way to add the genes to the earth ponies would be to design an artificial chromosome carrying all the needed genes. Then this chromosome's expression could be triggered by a special transcription factor integrated elsewhere in the genome, likely tied via a promoter to other developmental genes. My bet is the BMP-Bcat-Wnt
A Dungeon Master's Nightmare "Yeah, I'll play a rabbit."A Dungeon Master's Nightmare2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Trevor blinked. "Come again?"
"A rabbit," Jim repeated.
"A rabbit?" Trevor asked.
"Yeah," Jim said.
Trevor and the others stared for a long moment, then Trevor asked, "Why?"
"Well, you said we could use anything in the monster manual, right? Rabbits are in there. They're in the back with all the other normal animals."
"Well, yes," Trevor said, a little perplexed, "You certainly can play a rabbit. It's just. . . Well, Nick's playing a celestial unicorn, and Marilyn's gonna' be a nymph, and. . . don't you think you'll be a be a little weak by comparison to the rest of the party? You gonna' be able to keep up?"
"Well, you said you'd give everybody the right number of levels to scale us up to be equal with the most powerful creature, right?" Jim asked.
"Sure," Trevor said, "but you're still going to be a high level rabbit. Even if you're a sorcerer, you won't be able to carry much or use many items, and