Fan fiction: Those green eyes- Lily!Fan fiction: Those green eyes4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Severus Snape was running up to her on their way to a Charms lesson. She had barely looked at him since that fateful night in fifth grade, when she ended their friendship. Now they were in seventh grade, and they still weren't friends. If nothing happened soon... No, Severus couldn't bear the thought.
- Lily... he said again, not looking at her, in fear of seeing anger or even disgust. - I'm so sorry, Lily... Please, be my friend again...
She didn't reply at first, so Severus looked up. She was staring at him like he was some sort of snail, her hand laying safe in James Potter's. Sirius Black, who was standing next to them, started laughing, and others joined him. Soon everyone around was laughing, except for Remus Lupin, who looked like he was truly sorry for Severus, and Lily herself.
- And why excactly would I want to be friends with you? she asked, her voice full of sarcasm. Severus was staring right into those green eyes of hers, and it took a couple of seconds before h
Silly Little Girl, Go DieTruth is I'm a scared little girlSilly Little Girl, Go Die5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Who still hides under her bed sheets
From the invisible big bad monsters
That prowl around in the cloak of night.
And even more truthfully, I wish
That they were real and would claim me
So that my worries would no longer matter,
Nothing would matter in their kingdom
And it would turn out that they were
Secretly just my stuffed animal friends.
The wayThe way you smile makes me stayThe way4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The way you walk another way
The way you fight my fears away
The way you talk to me today
The way you breathe makes me sink
The way you stare makes me blink
The way you vlog makes me link
The way you glide is better than tink
The way you make me out of breath into blue
The way you want to begin a world anew
The way you think and the way you do
Just the way you...
The end.You leaving never surprised me.The end.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We were never meant to be.
I am the lock and you're the non-fitting key.
I'm the ice cold snow and you're the palm tree.
Just not meant to be.
All the yelling and fighting,
It made me cry but I found it exciting.
The way we ended was unlike us, weak.
Dead silence with a final kiss on my cheek.
We were odd and we never worked out.
But that made me love you more throughout.
And even though you want us to be apart,
you will always have that special place in my heart.
DancingDancingDancing5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And in dance - dying
Then trial (for the departed)
And by the fortune
Making the passage
For the dying
By the wild tree
By the music
All flowers go
To the sea
The wind falls
In the wake of dawn
For the flowers
that gather -
They are ascending
From the deep
and precept "How to live"
And out of the preaching
Comes an egg
And in the severance
The egg is writing by the hand
The chant of echoes
Of the tongues
Dance - ubiquitous
Shaken' by wind
And telling about the tree
Released from earth
That became spider
Singing the chant
For the stars
In the river
With snakes who watch
While eating flowers
from the deep
How the presenters of the gifts
And put their gifts on books
While bell is ringing - black
Old FriendHello there again, my old friendOld Friend3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I didn't invite you, nor I ever do
How long will you stay?
Or will you ever go away?
Have you been here all along?
I thought you were gone,
Will you prove me wrong?
As long as you're here,
Don't come in too near
Keep a safe distance,
Find your own place
At the edge of the room
At least when I'm all alone,
I know I can find you at my home
Always by my side,
Willing to be my guide
Like an unsound ghost,
Providing company when I need it most
But I wish you would let me be,
And give back my eyes to see
I'm falling when with you,
How do I know what's true?
Perhaps I gave you an invitation,
And it wasn't just your manipulation
But never would I ask for such an intrusion,
That brings nothing more than empty seclusion
No matter how far I push you away,
I fear with me you will always stay
Whenever I think it's going to end,
There you are again, my old friend
Porcelain DollLook at my pretty facePorcelain Doll5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And the beautiful clothes I wear
My makeup is perfect
As are the curls in my hair
My hands, so tiny, will never touch
My lips, so perfect, will never speak
My nose, button cute, will never smell
My eyes, so bright, will never blink
My body is caged in a box
But everyone around me can see
Beauty is all that I am
I will never be free
In my beautiful cage I'll stay
Never will I fall
Place me anywhere you want
I am your porcelain doll
february maybeI've always thought "plastic" to be such a lovely word, reeking of manufactured richness and the smooth nonchalance of the very best liars. It is like a hiss of condemnation from frozen pipes.february maybe5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
And haven't I always wanted to be beautiful?
It's one of those nights when inspiration shines down like the sun. It splashes the coffee shop, the motel room, the cemetery across the street, in poetic potential ripe for the picking.
With a mint clacking between my teeth, I open the window and rest my chin on the sill, the neon sign of the bar across the street blurring before my unfocused eyes. I always find the best stories there, dressed in leather and perfume that I can smell from across the street. Last week there was the man who watered his new found immortality with cheap wine, and his shadow-for-the-night, who spun stories with her walk alone. Such a careful tip-toe, like she was a baby unprepared to step on shattered glass.
i was the infidelyou told me you wanted to live forever.i was the infidel5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i said there is no life without death:
there is simply being.
you taught me about airplanes and liveliness and
how to jump out a window without twisting my ankles.
sometimes you would tell me about persia
or how a hot air balloon stays aloft,
but that was when you had fire to keep you floating.
you lent me a book last fall.
i put it in my room and
swore i'd read it later, but
when i went back to look for it i realized
i had lost it, before i even
cracked the cover.
i told you and you weren't angry; you just smiled
and said that all things lost are eventually found.
last week you kissed her, long and sweet, under the crucifix:
tracing fish in the sand with your bare feet. fingers intertwined.
it was then i knew that you were gone and you had lied:
not all lost things can be found.
yesterday i found the book you gave me,
collecting dust at the back
of my bookshelf. i wanted to pick it up
and put it in the drawer where i keep hidden things;
Haunted Chapter Eleven“Ghostbusters.”Haunted Chapter Eleven2 years ago in Drama More Like This
“…Really, Raoul? Really?”
“Aw, come on, you guys, that was just begging to be said,” Raoul laughed as he plunged his hand into the bowl of popcorn that sat between us.
“What, kind of like how ‘Edgar Allan Bro’ is begging to be said whenever you see that picture of Poe wearing sunglasses?” I said, unable to suppress a smile.
“Exactly how ‘Edgar Allan Bro’ is begging to be said whenever I see that picture of Poe wearing sunglasses,” Raoul said with a smart tilt of his head. He leaned in closer to Meg and stuck out his index finger. “A photo which, despite being Photoshopped, does not lessen Poe’s status as a Soul Brother.”
“Well, now," she said primly, "I can’t argue with that.”
We were in the living room of my apartment, crammed onto the woefully small couch and steadfastly ignoring the hammer horror zombie film that
Facing ForwardThey don't know who I amFacing Forward3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
They don't know what I've gone through
And even when it hurts
And even when there is pain
Survive the same
Their words may sting
Their laughter may
But there's no way
I'm going to let
Life pass me by
And people may talk
And they might judge
But it's who I am
Who I was meant to be
Could ever take that away
His Mother's SisterShe was looking at Harry like she had never looked at him before. And all of a sudden, for the very first time in his life, Harry fully appreciated that Aunt Petunia was his mother's sister. He could not have said why this hit him so very powerfully at this moment. All he knew was that he was not the only person in the room who had an inkling of what Lord Voldemort being back might mean. Aunt Petunia had never in her life looked at him like that before. Her large, pale eyes (so unlike her sister's) were not narrowed in dislike or anger; they were wide and fearful. The furious pretense that Aunt Petunia had maintained all of Harry's life--that there was no magic and no other world than the world she inhabited with Uncle Vernon--seemed to have fallen away.His Mother's Sister3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Petunia sat upright in a plump armchair made for
The Life of Minerva McGonagallChapter one HogwartsThe Life of Minerva McGonagall6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Minerva," her mother said in a gentle voice. "It is time to get up. Today is your first day of school, remember?"
Minerva McGonagall opened her eyes. Of course she remembered! She jumped excitedly out of her bed. Finally the day had come!
"I will go and make you some breakfast while you get dressed," her mom said and left the room.
"Thank you mother!" Minerva said, and she quickly put on her muggle clothes she could not wear her Hogwarts robes before she was on the train because of all the muggles at the train station.
She looked at herself in the mirror next to her bed and adjusted her square glasses. She was eleven years old and she was a tall girl for her age. She was slender, or skinny, if you asked her aunt Selma, her eyes had a dark grey shade and her hair was long, smooth and black. She thought that she looked pretty in her white shirt and tartan skirt.
She plaited her hair into a long, black braid as usual, and fastened
Broken DoveWill someone please give flightBroken Dove3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To this broken dove
Show her happiness
tell her she is loved
Will someone please just help her
Lend her a gentle hand
Raise her in a way
That she can understand
Will someone please just notice
She's broken her small heart
And slowly, every second
her worlds falling apart
She pleads for your forgiveness
She begs you for your love
Please will someone notice
This hollow, dying dove...
Untitled: H2G2 - MarvinIn the carpark of history, stands a slowly rusting mechanical body. It gently moans, parked for an aeon of aeons in the corner of the thirty-fifth floor. The figure leaning against the faulty diodes which line its left hand side in an almost masochistic attempt to prove a point. Courtesy of the Sirius Cybernetics Corporation, Genuine People Personalities department prototype lab, the metal monstrosity sulks. Marvin the Paranoid Android awaits, bucket in hand for the day someone with enough arrogance may assume he is the resident valet. Just as he had done for the last trillion days, he began recounting a tale to a nearby brick.Untitled: H2G2 - Marvin4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
At this point, it may be prudent to note that due to budget restrictions, the original car-park for the Restaurant at the End of the Universe was outfitted with mega concrete and hyperbricks. These were designed (or so the large, neon speckled adverts, indiscriminately flashed at any shady characters sidling down the alleyways behind the Old Pink Dog bar) "to ou
One last lullabySongOne last lullaby3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sing me a song
Sing me a lullaby
I lay here in pain
Don't let me die without a
Remember our adventures
Remember our Memories
I lay here slowly fading
Don't forget me or our
Don't cry over me
I lay here my breath leaving
So let me go to sleep
Rather than cry
Sing to me
Sing me our lullaby
Sing to me
one last time...
sing to me?
Haunting LullabyPearl gazed out the window, biting her lip. Night time was drawing near and the sun was sinking into the Earth in an explosion of silky reds, oranges, and yellows. She shuffled her feet a little, subconsciously tightening her grip on the windowsill; continuously she re-assured herself that he would be back, a nervous habit she had picked up somewhere down the road. She felt her lips move, but heard nothing said. There was no other way to describe how she felt other than disconnected; she did not have the slightest clue why.Haunting Lullaby3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Pearl had watched the muted greys and blacks of night blanket the city as the sun disappeared and brought in the twilight; she never moved an inch and continued to watch. It was not until many hours later that the familiar, faint click of the lock and turn of the knob and heavy footsteps played in her ears like music. She turned eagerly, smiling expectantly at the face she had come to know well.
A man walked in, making sure to carefully close the bedroom door. Pearl
Individual WorthI know I am a child of God.Individual Worth4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Everyone is unique and matters.
God loves all his children.
I know I'm here for a reason and I'm going to live my life the best I can.
I know I matter to someone, whether I realize it or not.
I will build others up and make them feel of worth.
I have my own unique misson.
I will find out who I am and learn to love that person.
I have different gifts and talents.
I know I am of infinite worth and God's helping me to believe that.
how to disappear completely1.how to disappear completely5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the only thing more surreal than walking into a mcdonalds after being discharged from a psychiatric facility is listening to the night not-rain after deciding that your life is over. the only thing visible is the lit pole at the end of the cul-de-sac, and the silence of the roof not being pounded by raindrops makes the air that much more colder. the only thing to do is to sit still and try not to think.
the view from the window is moot, nothing but moot strands of weeping willow and a mooting parking lot spilled orange by the setting sun. you decide it's facing north by the way the shadows are stretching and watch a man in a white dress shirt scratch the inside of his nose as he walks to his car. the bed is itchy, the sheets thin and the blanket green and peppered with cloth balls. it's too far away from the window to see anything even if there were anything to see. you sit down and wonder how you ended up playing uno with druggies and staring out locked windows.