Always... Book 1 Chapter 1Always... Book 1 Chapter 13 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Severus, it is imperative that I speak with you."
The Potions Master looked up from his gently simmering cauldron to see the Headmaster standing in the doorway of the dungeon.
Dumbledore held up a rather shabby package wrapped in brown paper. "It has arrived." He brought it over to the table where Snape stood, and placed it on the table. "Just in time, too, for I have received a letter that an attempt has already been made." He pulled a letter out of his pocket and set it next to the little package. It was addressed to Dumbledore from the Head Goblin of Gringotts.
"So, this is really it then?" Snape asked, barely brushing the package with the tips of his fingers. When the Headmaster didn't object, Snape gingerly picked it up and removed the wrappings. A small, somewhat unimpressive, blood-red red stone sat in his hand.
It was completely unremarkable except for the way it reflected the fire under Snape's cauldron. The flames seemed to dance across the surf
The Girls My Mama Warned Me About--- FFM Day 3You see, the thing my mama would never understand is that a woman needs to have her friends. I’m not talking about the girls she meets in a book club that she randomly signed up for online, or the ones she calls friends but never sees outside of the breakroom at work. No, I mean real friends. The girls she’ll always surround herself with, like a queen does a court.The Girls My Mama Warned Me About--- FFM Day 36 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I had my girls, and my mama didn’t necessarily approve of them. She thought I partied with them too much, and often told me that I needed to give it a rest. But, these were my girls! My best friends! I don’t think Mama has ever had girls like I did. They’ve never abandoned me, and I could never have dreamt of abandoning them.
My girls were so unique. Each one was as different as the colors of the rainbow. There was Vonda and Teena, the two wild girls I met at a party some time while I w
Anodyne Vao - Dark Child of Tython Chapter 1Anodyne Vao - Dark Child of Tython Chapter 12 years ago in Settings More Like This
Two Weeks Ago: Hoth
Despite the best cold weather gear the Empire could afford, Lord Anodyne Vao was losing the battle to make her teeth stop chattering. Hoth on a nice day was one of the most inhospitable planets in the known galaxy, and this was not one of those days. It had been a hour since the engines of their speeders had seized, frozen solid from the cold. Even with the help of the force the cold and wind blown ice pellets had slowed their pace to that of a infants crawl. An hour, it had taken them to hike the half kilometer to their current location, of which was the shattered edge of a crater, overlooking the mostly intact wreckage of the Republic cruiser once known as “Utopia”.
The “Utopia” along with hundreds of over vessels had been lost in a battle between Sith and Republic forces some thirty years prior during what was now being called the Great Galactic War. Since that time, it had been a three way race between the Sith, Republic and pirates to sa
EG Sample Chapter 1EG Sample Chapter 110 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A boy of nobility becomes a page, a page becomes a squire, and a squire becomes a knight. Only then does a son of privileged blood become a man in the mountains of Nebo.
To become a page, a boy needs only to reach the tender age of eight. An inevitability. To become a squire, a page needs only to reach the age of twelve. An inevitability. To become a knight, a squire must endure four years of arduous training to condition both his body and soul in such a way that befits a professional warrior and pleases the Phoenix.
At the end of this training, the squire is put to the test. He must earn his knighthood by engaging in combat and killing at least one of his kingdom’s enemies. After completing this task as to which the outcome is most uncertain, only then can a squire become a knight.
Jessica Biel TGJessica Biel TG2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Mitch had fallen on hard times. He wasn't eating out of a garbage can or anything, but his income was much less than sufficient to live a decent life. He had started to try every which way to get extra money, odd jobs and the like. Eventually he gave up and went looking to the lottery for hope. Mitch honestly had never done a single lottery ticket nor had he any idea how it really worked, but he was desperate.
Mitch went into his local GT Seirots gas station for a ticket. He went up to the counter of the store and was greeted by a gorgeous woman. She was beyond description, he couldn't believe she was working at a gas station, even one as nice as Seirots. "Do you have any lottery tickets?" Mitch said shyly, regretting saying that because now she must know that he is new at this. "Oh sure right over here," replied the woman in the most sultry voice he had ever heard. Mitch followed her down the counter to the little lottery ticket center. There were a million of them he thought, some fo
How My Business WorksHow My Business Works2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
My business works because it's actually not a business. And by this I mean I hardly make any money with my pictures. For me photography is not a way to make money but to invest money, and I work several other jobs to be able to pay for my art. I'm a tour guide on waste to energy plants and wastewater treatment facilities, I'm a concierge at the house I'm living, I work as a Photoshop instructor and on weekends I take care of the library of the University.
Sometimes people say to me: I can hardly believe you're not making money with your photos because they are better than the work of many professional photographers.
Of course it's flattering when somebody says something like that even if I don't always agree. But here's the thing: the very reason why I'm able to work on this level is because I don't have to make money with my pictures. If you're a photographer who wants to make a living out of it you are forced to do things differently. You have to focus on what your customers like and
Hard to CareWhy is it so hard to care?Hard to Care1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I know that I should be there.
I ignore the bell I hear chime.
Instead I sit and waste time.
There's nothing that I want to do.
The things I enjoy are few.
I know that I should be at work,
But my responsibilities I shirk.
The pills make me no longer sad,
But apathy is just as bad.
So I just let time go by.
I wonder when I'll finally try.
NaruHina_Walking the World below_SCENE This story is just scene of a larger story concept I have come up, relating to the accompanying picture. I HAVE NOT written more than this. i may get around to it at some point.NaruHina_Walking the World below_SCENE2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
So, for now, I'll give you a catch up section.
Konoha is under attack, the entire shinobi army has been dispatched throughout the village to fight off a mysterious group of enemy shinobi trying to make a name for themselves, and rise their small shinobi village to the ranks of the five great hidden vilalges.
Team Kakashi and Team Kurenai meet up amidst battle and face off against a particular difficult enemy whose earth shattering blows put Sakura's to shame.
During one such attack, the ground erupts beneath them, and as the shinobi jump to safety, an erant rock strikes Hinata causing her to be knocked back, and fall in
Naruto and Teen Titans Ch8Naruto Shippuden Rise of the Teen Titans.Naruto and Teen Titans Ch82 years ago in Humor More Like This
Chapter 8: Things Get Darker
~Rachel's Dorm Room~
Rachel Roth woke up from her nap and got out of bed. She put her clothes on and got her things ready for school. Her room was messy but she didn't really care. In fact, she kinda liked it that way. Besides, in her point of view, it was just a waste of time. Rachel went out the door and walked to school while trying to avoid people staring at her. She didn't know why, but some people don't treat goths with respect nor do they with emos. Well actually, emo people are an understatement but why goths? Well, for now it didn't matter, just as long as people don't know her denomic powers. When Rachel finally got there she heard some one calling her name.
"Yo, Rachel!" yield the tall blonde headed boy with his cap slung to the side and with head phones around his neck.
The boy stopped next to Raven and took a breather. "Hey, Rachel, its Bret remember me?" asked Bret while
CasanovaCasanova2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In the old town of Venice
The sin was born
One man, in the moonlight,
Took a woman's soul
She got doomed
But it seemed fair
That one night with him
With nothing left to tear
Centuries have passed
Even the rain turned cold
The sin lived
In the other men's blood
He looked at me and said
"Be the flame not the moth"
He was hypnotizing,
But he's Casanova, he can't love.
He likes numbers
And I was 24
I gave my body to his arms
I used to cry back then, but not anymore
That one night,
I remember it well
The stars came down
With no words to tell
Because we were one
Under the endless sky
The morning you left
Every part of me died.
You think you're in love
You have to grow up"
And yesterday I saw him,
I guess he hurt the one he loved,
His look wasn't hypnotizing
Maybe, he got a broken heart
You have to become a man
To treat a girl right
This life, you know,
Is one big fight
But still, I'd come back
I'd give myself to you
Only if you said
You love me too...
The wonder of YouThe wonder of You3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Mere words can not explain the wonder that is you
How you make me feel just by being there
I love your eyes, the green of a forest dappled by the light of your smile
Your smile which makes the most amazing sunrise pale in comparison to nothingness
Your laugh which is like the tinkling of silver bells by the choirs of Heaven
Your voice which is the purest music to listen to, golden on my ears
Your elegant, feminine hands with their slender perfect fingers which I long to hold
The entirety of you, the perfection I behold
My breath catches in my throat just looking at you, how utterly beautiful you are
My heart feels like a bird caught up in a cage too small for it, fluttering wildly and skipping beats just beholding you
I feel faint and light headed just being around you
You captivate my every sense
You thrill my very being
You enchant all of me with the wonder that is you
Your love for me knows no bounds
Your words speak right into my heart, burning themselves into the fabric of my soul
Russian RouletteThey take her on her honeymoon.Russian Roulette2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The wedding was lovely, or as lovely as it could have been with a couple that were more polite acquaintances than anything else and two sets of in-laws as stuffy as a dusty pile of money. They grab her when she sneaks out for a walk one night, two men, beefy, not even bothered to arm themselves. Her last thought before the bag is shoved over her eyes is to wonder how much this would ruin her parents' plans.
She comes to in a small brick room on a sallow mattress, windowless and lit by a cool yellow lamp. There's a man there, standing just outside the barred door.
"Kelly Shale," he says, voice nasally, greasy greying hair half-covering his forehead. She's not sure if it's a question or a statement.
She counts the days by watching the guardsone on day shift, one on night. They're probably the same men who took her, but they stay too much out of her field of vision to really tell. It takes until the third day for the woman to come.
'Meil,' they call h
A nobodyA nobody5 years ago in Visual Poetry More Like This
He lives in a dream
walks in the shadows
Hopes for nothing
but gains everything
He works alone,
But still he manages
to surpass the others
Everyday he Devolves
in to the same person
who he was
a 15 years ago
But still he finds a way
to get through another day
No passion, no love
Every day is an image
of the day before
Many wonder why,
why he keeps going on
But no one understands that his life
is as heavenly as it could be to him.......
WORD OF THE DAY 'FOOGOOT'WORD OF THE DAY 'FOOGOOT'4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
FOOGOOT: ~ (Fuu-goo-T)
Female equivalent of a 'faggot'
created by Phillip and Terrence
Deadbird BackgroundDeadbird Background4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I apologize in advanced for any spelling or grammatical errors -- while I did read over this twice, I may have missed something. Sorry!
"The December wind wrapped itself around the two as they briskly made their way down the crowded sidewalk. They didn't mind the cold all too much for their sheer excitement kept them warm. A mother and a son had traversed into the Inner Sanctum of the Main City to prepare for the festivities. It was the 20th, and on the 21st a world-wide celebration would ring out in glory of their leader's name and birthday. It wasn't just a celebration for him, as on the 21st everyone shared in on the gift giving and good will spreading amongst their friends and loved ones. The mother and son, however, had missed out on their shopping and were forced to rush and see what they could get the night before.
"Every corner they turned and every step they took left them visually bombarded with fantastic, glowing displays of old time toys and new wave technology. Add
RainRain2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Rings and rivulets of water
Rolling down the panes and roof
Running wildly through the gutters
Resting underneath the porch
Raking wet across the shutters
Remaining still for far too long
Restless children yearn to play
The Time Has Come, Dashie's GoodbyeThe Time Has Come, Dashie's Goodbye3 years ago in Drama More Like This
I close my eyes,
And I can see,
The cardboard box
Just a moment and I find
Merely A small,
We've gone so far,
And done so much
And I feel,
Like you were always My Little Pony
Though Dusk and Dawn!
These memories of you,
They're most cherished to me!
The Time has come!
It's for the best I know it.
I should've guessed that you and I,
We'd have to say,
You've helped me find,
And the Magic,
To make my Parents dream come true.
How could I find,
Two of a kind,
That's what we are
And it seemed,
that it'd be forever lasting.
Yet as this family
is torn apart!
I wish we could go
back to the beginning!
The ponies have come!
It's for the best we know it
I suppose I guessed that you and I,
We'd have to say,
We have to say
His Her EYESHis Her EYES4 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
My heart thumped as his eyes crossed through mine...
My heart ran after her eyes, I had no choice but to look!
He looked back to his world as his eyes left mine...
What was I supposed to do, I was gonna have a heart attach!
I wish he looked longer, but I wouldve had a heart attach...
What would I do if I lost her!
What would I do if I lost him!
A Story Of A PansexualA Story Of A Pansexual2 years ago in Editorial More Like This
The Journey of Pansexuality For Me
Alot of my life,anything that wasnt hetrosexual was wrong.
I struggled,wondering what I really was,while I was raised up around the opposite gender.Soon my doctor told me I devolved a gender identity disorder,which meant I would grow up with the mind of a boy,and the body of a girl..
I struggled with it a long time,constantly made fun of at school,constantly alone,I wasnt welcomed by boys because my body was a girl,I wasnt welcomed by girls because my mind was a boy.I was teased about being a hermaphrodite,yet oddly didnt mind..
When I found out about what it was,I would listen to them tease me,and then I smile,thinking at least I know what I am now.
Each day as I grew,homeschooled since 5th grade,I continued to force myself to love males only.I knew if I didnt,my father would literally harm me,and I would be shunned again.But the more I explored as I got older,I thought maybe I was bisexual,when I tested it,It di
Dear My Guardian AngelDear My Guardian Angel2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dear My Guardian Angel
I was born with an invisible noose, and as I got older it got tighter
I kept looking for the perfect opportunity to drop, it's either now or never
Dear Heaven / Dear Hell / I am my own executioner!
Every night, I lay awake, starring down a loaded barrel of a gun
Aimed at my tempting skull, and the trigger is ready to go off
Dear God / Dear Lucifer / I am not that promising child I once was!
I've always stood on the edge of my life with adrenaline-fueled anxiety
That corruption coursed through, and took over, it's too late already
Dear Paradise / Dear Purgatory / You need to wait a little longer, and wait patiently!
I'm such a cowardice fool; sick and hysterical; I can't decide anything for myself
I'm abandoned; I'm a cast away; I am the last forsaken, and I no longer have a way out
Dear Friends / Dear Enemies / I'm sorry, but neither of you can help!
I tried everything in my power to change, but t
GuardianGuardian2 years ago in Horror More Like This
Walking. A noise. I turn. Nothing.
Nothing behind me. I walk again, then look down. A shadow, of a tall tall man, and tenticle like shadows behind him. He puts a hand on my shoulder, his mouth parting into a gooey demise of teeth. He won't hurt me. He's always there. No one believes me when I talk about him. A tall man, very tall, with no face. I never hear him, but he's here. When I walk in my neighborhood. It's dark and gloomy, storm clouds coming and the kids all inside, fearing the storm. The woods blow with eerie winds. They say something lives there, so old and so ancient. I walk alone, sometimes slow on my road. I look at the grey skies, and the dark forest. I feel someone behind me. I turn. Nothing there.
But there is something.
He's there. The Man.
He watches me, over me. He's my guardian in the Dark.
He looks harmful, and silent, and very mysterious.
People don't understand him. I understand.
He's lonely, always rejected, always regarded as weird, and not to be trusted.
a poem for that one guy -edit-Roses are reda poem for that one guy -edit-2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Violets are blue
If I ever go down
You’re coming too.
Tell all those secrets
Tell all those lies.
Our friendship fades, and slowly dies.
I tried my best
to be your friend.
but I guess all good things come to an end.
A hug or two ago,
you used to rock me to and fro.
Every time you walked by, I was speechless
Every time you spoke I was breathless
Every time we touched I was helpless.
I was trying to make you mine
But I guess I ran out of time.