For a lifetime of loyalityYou never could predict itFor a lifetime of loyality4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
How it all would go
with Harry, Ron, Hermione,
for death they wouldn't bow.
You never knew it
From the very start
That Ron would marry Hermione,
that Bart would kill Bart.
We have cried
We have laughed
We have stuck with Harry all this time
From the very beginning
Until the very end.
But does it really end?
Won't we pass the stories on?
With owls won't we send
them to our kids,
Perhaps our godsons.
We will tell them, teach them, show them
how Harry Potter changed our lives
And still is changing us
How a woman named Joanne
gave us that
gave us all we'd ever need.
We love it all
We love the bravest man we ever knew,
we love a free elf,
we love the only one he ever feared,
we love the brightest witch of her age,
we love the man who'd clap his hands for a dementor attack,
we love the guy with the furry little problem,
we love the girl who blames the nargles,
we love the chess master, the troublemakers, the pref
Chemical Attractions, Pt IIWe can learn a lot from hydrochloric acid.Chemical Attractions, Pt II4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Not the whole dangerously-corrosive part, of course, though I admit that a lot of people probably find us two a bit hard to stomach. A dynamic duo we are not.
What I mean is that dance they do - shy glances across a crowded room (beaker?) as Hydrogen and Chlorine each quietly regret their incompleteness, feeling that hole where another electron ought to be, but never willing to resort to online dating... They were probably lab partners in high school, and then a couple of years later found themselves across the table from one another in that sophomore Shakespeare class, then side-by-side in Differential Equations. But they did their work and answered questions and never made more eye-contact than was necessary.
And then there was that day in the early autumn when Chlorine absent-mindedly collected Hydrogen's laundry from the dryer and started to fold it simply because it was a neighbourly thing to do, and there was that spark of understanding
Poem from voldyDear Nerdy Longbottom,Poem from voldy3 years ago in Humor More Like This
Roses are red
Violets are blue
I've killed all your friends
And I'm going to kill you
Love Voldy <3
Of leaving pieces.Understand this: that love is a religionOf leaving pieces.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of birds, of restlessness, of flight.
Of moving somewhere warmer when the cold sets in,
of longing, of leaving, of being
the one left behind, of feathers,
of an empty nest in the heart of winter,
nestled in some firm elbow of brittle branches
that stopped reaching for the sky when the last
leaf fell, bleak against a landscape of
blacks and whites and greys save for one
little piece of red string,
tucked lovingly among the twigs,
so dutifully gathered, piece by piece,
by a creature who had seen winters before,
but made a home for himself here anyway.
Honey"I'm not coming home for dinner...love you, too. Bye."Honey6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The phone gave a soft glow as she ended the conversation, tucking the device back into its holster. The night was already dark, the stars spattered across the sky like fleck of crimson blood upon virgin snow. She crept across the rooftop, the light breeze stirring her soft blonde hair and startling a few small birds into flight. From her position, she could clearly see her targets, all gathered in the garden courtyard of the home. There were to be no survivors; all eleven participants in the quiet wedding were to be eliminated, starting with the blushing bride.
With deadly accuracy that spoke of years of experience, she brought her arm forward, sending the knife speeding to the base of the bride's skull. She slumped to the ground gracefully, not a sound escaping her cooling lips. Every other person there whirled around, pulling out guns and aiming them at her as she stood fearlessly on the roof.
"What a joke."
As they all fired sho