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
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
Young Justice-Coming Home-CompleteYoung Justice: Coming Home-Complete-Young Justice-Coming Home-Complete1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Something is wrong." Batman's gravely voice alerted the mentors of the team that he had entered the meeting room after they had returned from their mission.
"What is wrong Batman?" Martian Manhunter inquired.
"I can not reach the Cave or Robin. The Zeta tubes are down and Red Tornado is not responding." Batman reported and the present mentor's eyes widened suddenly on their feet completely alert.
"Fix those tubes! We need to get there now!" Black Canary ordered going into 'panicked mother mode' she look over to see both John and Batman already working on the program for the Zeta tubes in their own parental modes.
"They are working on our end, they are unresponsive on the Cave's end. We will have to beam to the nearest one and proceed from there." Batman reported and the league rushed to the Zeta Tubes, Superman was the last to go in.
"Recognized. Batman. Martian Manhunter. Green Arrow. Black Canary. Aquaman. Flash. Superman." The female voice rang
Assassin's Creed II: EternityAssassin's Creed II: Eternity4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
October, 1476. Firenze. Italia.
The people's shouts filled the air with a haunting resonance. He couldn't see what stood at the center of the frenzied mass, but he didn't need to see to know. His feet carried him closer to the podium and through the clumped mass before him. It was early October, the fall season in full swing upon the Italian city-state of Firenze. And today, three men stood upon the gallows awaiting the swift hand of fate to claim their lives as prize.
"Giovanni Auditore," A voice boomed out over the indecipherable shouts of the mob. The mention of his father's name stopped Ezio dead in his tracks. His heart beat quickened as he silently joined the crowd to watch the matter at hand.
"You and your accomplices stand accused of the crime of treason. Do you have any evidence to counter this charge?"
"Yes;" His father shouted in reply. "The documents that were delivered to you last night!" That was right. Ezio himself hadn't slept a wink after he'd delivered them himself to
Wizarding World ReviewWizarding World Review4 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Let's just say I'd been waiting for this since January, and exclude the fact that it's technically been all my life, this way it sounds less melodramatic and I can get on with things. The car was approaching Universal when I saw it. . . among the green tracks of the Hulk Roller Coaster were the tall spires of Hogwarts Castle reaching to impale the sky. It was my Statue of Liberty, symbolizing to me that I'd finally made it home . . . I almost cried with happiness. What I actually did was put my iPod in my bag, scream, and begin talking nonstop about how excited I was.
So there I was, walking with my aunt and her boyfriend Steve [more like skipping, because they'd made me eat lunch in the Dr. Seuss land and I was about ready to spontaneously combust]. The Lost Continent is lovely, but when you've been waiting for your family to take you for about four months, nothing else is as beautiful to your eyes as the approaching arch of the entrance to The Wizarding World of Harry Potter.
Chapter 1Chapter 15 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Title: Memories Of Harmony
Pairing(s): Harry/Hermione, Ron/Luna and Neville/Ginny
Disclaimer: "Harry Potter" and related characters © JKR
Rebecca Knight, Pan and Athena © Me; Natasha Maxwell
"Meeting you was fate. Becoming your friend was a choice. But falling in love with you I had no control over."
Five years have past since Harry Potter defeated Lord Voldemort.
Harry and Hermione have returned to Hogwarts, along with all their friends, to celebrate this milestone and reminisce about everything that has occurred to them over the years.
Thanks go to my Beta; Blueglaceon, for doing such a wonderful job editing this fic and suggesting some brilliant lines.
Thanks go to Misti, or miscard on Portkey.
Listening to her wonderful Harry/Hermione podcast; Harmony Podcast, encouraged me to write my first Harry Potter fic. To all my fellow Harmonians who are reading this and have an I-Pod an
The Worst Fanfiction EverHi. Im Scarlet. Im 18. Im a shy, headstrong girl who doesnt have friends. I wear a lot of black and people think Im a freak. Im totally not though, Im just goth.The Worst Fanfiction Ever7 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
One day, I was like, walking, and I bumped into Bernard Wicken from Poison of your Choice. My God hes sexy.
Oh dear, Im sorry Miss. he said, his light brown eyes looking at me apologetically.
Oh, thats okay. I said shyly. But I was totally like OMG its Bernard hes so sexy! in my mind.
Well, I feel bad, how about I get you some coffee to make up for it? He offered.
Yes! I mean, okay, sure. I said. My heart almost exploded. My mind was racing. Bernard Wicken just offered to get me coffee!
So we like, went to this coffee shop. He got some sort of French Vanilla specialty thing, I just got a good ol regular coffee, because its black, like my soul.
We got talking n stuff
TwilightI must admit to having read and liked all four of the Twilight books. However, the books have since been ruined by obsessive fangirls also known as Twitards. Yes, the Twitards who have denigrated into this macabre cult worshipping at the feet of Stephanie Meyer. "I'm in love with Edward/ Jacob/ my own self-indulgence" proclaim most of the 'Tards; forever cementing in my mind gross images of *insert character here* and *insert self-proclaimed dumbass here*. Meyer herself even knew these kinds of criticisms were coming. She said in an interview with MTV thatTwilight5 years ago in Editorial More Like This
'You see the punch coming; that doesn't mean it's not going to hurt when it hits." Of course it will hurt her feelings that her wet dream boyfriend of the "perfect marble" features and zero personality is getting slammed. There is even a ludicrous petition circulating the internet asking people to sign up for the injustice against Stephanie Meyer and her "marvelous" books. Appare
Stairway to Heaven"It's to the right, north by northwest. Not too far. Hurry!"Stairway to Heaven8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Easy for you to say, Einstien, you're not running around down here!"
"You have the overboard, Odd, so neither are you!"
A gall of laughter came from the computer speakers, and Jeremie smiled. "I"m glad you're amused, guys." The he gulped, looking harder at the screen. "Cause you got some company!"
Odd whooped, having forgoten about being disgraced a few moments ago, and put a burst of speed onto his board. Yumi and Ulrich followed on their own vehicles, as Aelita flew ahead of them with her shinning wings. She stopped and looked down at the three crabs that blocked their path to the tower.
"Did any body bring tarter sauce?" Yumi asked drlyly as she unfured her fans. Ulrich snorted.
"Yeah, and butter. A regualar sea food plater."
Odd fired his first arrow, then dived as the crab shot back, missing the arrow by inches. "Can we eat, then?" The cat boy called back, as one of the crabs suddenly became covered with pin
Twilight SkitNarrator-Twilight Skit6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
One dreadful day Lestat, Dracula, and Louis. Went to see a movie called twilight because it was a movie about vampires.
When they got to there seats they were having a conversation about there last meal.
Lestat-That wasn't the best blood I've had, but then again what do you expect from a popcorn booth sales men.
Dracula-You know you could have saved some for me.
Louis-I told you to drink before we came here didn't I?
Dracula-Hush now the movie is on.
Narrator- When the movie came on and Bella was on the screen, Dracula, and Lestat went wild while Louis remained Content.
Dracula- God shes ugly.
Lestat- I wonder if she taste any good.
Dracula- Probably not, she looks rotten...I wouldn't stick my teeth in to something that gross looking, I think Id rather drink the blood of a dieing drunken man first.
Lestat- You do have a point, she also looks like god for got to give her a brain...I wonder if stupidly can spread...you know like a cold?
Dracula-I don't know if so I
butterflieshe thought he was in love with her on a bright september day when the leaves were as red as her hair; every time he looked at them his heart stuttered, and his mouth followed suit.butterflies5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
he was sure he was in love with her the first time he went to her house. she showed him her impressive collection of comic books. then she showed him her even more impressive collection of vintage records. then she smiled, and he forgot how to breathe.
he was almost positive he was in love with her the first time they kissed. her eyes were the color of spring and her lips tasted like sunshine and she giggled when their noses squished against each other.
he wondered whether he was really in love with her the night he proposed. she had laughed and cried and now she was snoring next to him, and he was trying to count the freckles on her nose. when he looked at the ring on her finger his heart started racing.
he knew he wasn't in love with her the day he said 'i do'. she looked too beautiful to be human, and he
DanielName: Daniel NovielliDaniel1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
DOB: May 5th
Weight: 350 lbs
Occupation: Police Officer
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: Black
Favorite area/muscle: Arms/biceps
Likes: The law, being a role model, working out, being active, cooking and baking, protecting those who cannot protect themselves,
Personality: Authoritative, masculine, highly protective, watchful, dominant, confident, spartan, dutiful,
Family: Mario and Maria Novielli
Relationship status: Single
Other interesting or unique things: Daniel goes through uniforms like copy paper. Either by outgrowing them, or flexing out of them (usually not on purpose though).
Daniel was born in 1993. Generally leading what he considers to be a 'normal' life in his younger years, the biggest point of interest he considers to be his heavily Italian heritage. While not having a strong Italian accent himself, he was taught to speak Italian fluently by his parents from a yo
Stairway To Heaven -part 2-"Daddy?!"Stairway To Heaven -part 2-8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The other's gapped as a tall man, grey haired and bearded, walked toward them from the other opening into the room. He wore huge glasses that reflected the light filling the chamber, which seemed to come from nowhere.
Unable to move from her neck down, Aelita struggled hard against her invisable bonds.
The man looked straight at her, and smiled.
"Darling, I thought I'd find you here. But who are these..." he looked around, taking in the other four struggling teens, "others?" He walked foward, and somehow seemed to walk from floor to wall with an easy the others could not find.
"Sir," Jeremie called, blushing darkly at the fact that his arms were still locked around Aelita's waist. Despite this, he knew he had to talk to this stranger. Franz Hopper seemed to continue to look at his daughter, but his smile widened. Jeremie shivered, somehow made nervous by his invisable gaze.
"You are the young genius who discovered my lab, are you not? Jeremie Belopis, is it?" He loo
New Year's Eve, 1999New Year's Eve, 19998 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
New Year's Eve, 1999
On New Year's Eve in 1965 a young couple stood before a minister in the house
of the young man's parents. The house, now long since gone, built around the
turn of the century, stood in the suburbs of Atlanta, Georgia, many miles from
the Charlottesville, Virginia, home of the young woman.
The gathering there included only the young man's family, all of whom must
have been skeptical about the chances for the success of the marriage beginning
that day. The couple had known each other only about four months, and had spent
most of those four months separated by hundreds of miles of telephone line.
She had ridden the train to Atlanta a few days earlier, back when train lines
had names; this line had been called the "Nancy Hanks." He picked her up at
Union Station, a magnificent depot, now also long since gone. He spotted her
coming up the enormous marble stairs from the platform to the main floor, also
marble. It was a beautiful scene, this pretty girl coming t
"None of Your Business""None of your business!""None of Your Business"8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
There. He said it. How many cheerfully insincere 'Good morning, how are you?'s could one man stand without resorting to an honest answer every once in a while? He wryly noted the blue smocked cashier exchanging a startled and slightly amused glance with the young mother who stood next in queue. As if this well-fed, middle-aged, 'big box' store drone actually cared how he was. He frowned to himself as the sound track of bland store music, punctuated with the 'blloop' of scanners duly reading bar codes, poured into the vacuum created by his breech of social etiquette. As if. Time was when storekeepers in this town more often than not knew how their customers were without asking, and if they did chance to ask, it would be by name. That was before all those 'flatlanders' from down south moved up and built fancy, expensive houses on the mountainsides, bringing 'progress' and 'big
Everything Under the Stars Ch1Everything Under the Stars Ch15 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Please read the Artist's Description below before reading. Thank you.
Chapter One: Abduction
© Lady Owl
A small alien spacecraft slipped undetected past a stationary marker buoy. This buoy is one of trillions that make up a grid that marks the border between known and unknown space. The two creatures within this craft belong to a society of many alien races known as the Concord. Every individual is forbidden from passing this border by law of this Concord. However, these two aliens will risk it for their goal is to explore uncharted worlds, beyond the borders to scavenge anything they can find to take back and sell in the black market. Technology, resources, even alien animals and people unknown to them.
Since the entire mission is illegal, they could face severe criminal charges if caught, but they must. It's within their nature. They're a pirating people. Their very race's survival depends upon their scavenging and profit skills. They're a sim
Kraina Wiecznej MlodosciDzisiaj były jego trzydzieste urodziny.Kraina Wiecznej Mlodosci5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Locke załamał ręce.
Leżąc na wznak na łóżku w swoim własnym pokoju omiótł jeszcze raz posępnym spojrzeniem ściany dookoła siebie. Na zewnątrz panowała pochmurna, ciemna szarówka i radosny, błękitny odcień pokoju był teraz zimny i przygnębiający. Przywodził na myśl sam środek wzburzonego, zimnego oceanu, który lada chwila miał pogrążyć w swojej toni wszystko, co ostatkiem sił unosiło się na jego powierzchni.
Mężczyzna usiadł ze spuszczona głową, podrapał się po swoim kilkudniowym zaroście, po czym powolnym ruchem wstał i podszedł do okna. Osiedle, na którym się wychowywał wyglądało tak jak zwykle. Nie zmieniło się, od kiedy sięgał pamięcią. Jednakowe, szare, ob
Elf vs. Orc 5Sings-to-Trees's primary thought through the whole violent encounter was Not the throat again!Elf vs. Orc 58 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
His neck hurt. He felt like a troll had used his esophagus as a dance floor. This could not be healthy. If he lived through this, he swore he would be nice to his throat for the rest of the year. Hot teas. Scarfs during winter. Anything.
For awhile, he didn't think he was going to live to see sunrise, let alone winter.
Then she'd apologized. The orc had stood there, with a distinctly sheepish expression on her face, and she'd apologized.
None of his patients ever apologized. Most of them couldn't talk, and it didn't seem to occur to the ones who could.
Half of him wanted to reply automatically—No, it's okay, these things happen, don't worry about it—and the other half was jumping up and down screaming You just tried to kill me, you green-faced lunatic! You can't just apologize for trying to kill people!
Perhaps fortunately, his throat was aching too badly
Bombia's Tips to Happy Roleplaying. Roleplaying Tips and EtiquetteBombia's Tips to Happy Roleplaying.7 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Hello, my name is Bombia and I have been roleplaying for about thirteen years. Over those years, I have learned many things and I would like to pass on some knowledge to other roleplayers who are newer to it or would like some tips.
First off, let me talk about some etiquette tips.
Noting a person as part of a roleplay request:
What I find annoying and irritable is if someone just notes me with a "Hello." and nothing else. If noting a person for a roleplay, please tell them why you are noting them. That way the person who you are sending the Note to knows why you are noting them and the process is smoother.
Ending a roleplay
If you no longer wish to do a roleplay, please note the person and let them know that you do not wish to continue and if possible providing them with feedback as to why. That way you do not leave the person longing and waiting for a roleplay. It gets very annoying and rude. In some cases
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]2 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
His Master, Forsaken IIHis Master, Forsaken II3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Prolouge: Sequel series to His Butler, it's written to that the reader doesn't have to have read His Butler but, this makes it a bit more fun if you have read. This is a new and continuing series.
POV: Ciel Phantomhive
Demon. All my life I've identified myself as Earl Ciel Phantomhive, human, thirteen year old boy who has sold his soul to a demon. Never have I thought of myself becoming the same of what my personal servant and lover is. Not once, not ever. Yet here I am, sitting at a table with a human and a demon that I would love to see dead being told that I am a demon.
Perhaps I'm dreaming, but the look on Claude's face informs me otherwise.
A bemused grin cracks Alois' face as he leans across the table, his long fingers clenching his silver wear, "A demon?! My Ciel is a demon?!" he smirks, attempting a sultry pout, "Oh how enticing. Now I have two demons to wait on me."
Slamming a fist into the tabletop I bolt upright, "One demon, Alois Trancy, you have one demon wai
The Story of the Insulin FairyEveryone has an wondrous and beautiful creature living within them. This creature loves it when you eat. The more chocolate and pasta, the more ice-cream and bread, the more chips and treacle you eat the better. All these foods and others in their families have one thing in common. When they are broken down by you and me these foods have a high quantity of glucose in them.The Story of the Insulin Fairy5 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Now as you and me absorb the this fundamental compound into our blood streams a magical thing happens. As we only eat seriously 3 or 4 times a day we always eat way too much of this glucose than we need at that moment. Glucose is used to fuel our cells and so is used by cells at a set rate. This rate is fairly constant and so when we eat all the glucose then we end up with a lot of it unused in our blood stream. Now this is not good as it makes the blood thick and hard to push around the body. If your blood doesn't flow then it's good night vienna.
So how do we manage to avoid this frightfully unfortunate scenario? w
Elf vs. Orc 7This was easier said than done.Elf vs. Orc 78 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
She gave him some very practical suggestions about how to tie the ropes. A bit of slack between the feet, enough to shuffle, not enough to run. A rope around the neck as a kind of leash in case she attacked him. He could tell she'd done this sort of thing before.
Sings-to-Trees, at that point, would have been happy just untying her completely and pointing her in the direction of the outhouse, but he had a horrible feeling he'd disappoint her if he didn't at least try to hold up his end. So he steeled himself to stay awake a bit longer and got the ropes set up, and hauled her out of the bed.
Then she wound up needing to use him as a crutch anyway, since her knees kept buckling, so it was a bit of a moot point.
"Can you hold this?" he asked, handing her the leash rope after a few brutal hops toward the door.
"What if I try to escape?"
He sighed. "Just yank it if you feel yourself getting any ideas."
She started laughing, then they took another step and the
Stolen Kisses Ch. 9Chapter 9: Letters and IdeasStolen Kisses Ch. 94 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Two months it was difficult to appreciate just how long a month was until you had to wait anxiously through two of them. The New Year had come and now the second month of it was nearly over. Spring break was only a couple of weeks away and Sarah had no idea how she was going to spend it. Originally she had planned to stay on campus and spend as much time with Jareth as possible, but now that it had been two months since they'd seen each other with only one letter of reassurance from him, she wasn't sure.
The letter had come in the middle of January tied with a ribbon around a single red rose. Sarah opened her desk drawer and took the letter out just then. It was worn and creased from how many times she'd unfolded it, read it, caressed the words 'I love you' at the bottom, and then re-folded it only to repeat the process about four more times a day. His flowing script helped to sooth her and give her courage until he could be there again, but th