Always... Book 1 Chapter 1Always... Book 1 Chapter 14 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
Jessica Biel TGJessica Biel TG3 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
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 Roulette3 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
CasanovaIn the old town of VeniceCasanova3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
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...
End RemembranceEnd Remembrance3 years ago in Historical More Like This
Remembrance Day originates at the end of World War I. The idea is to honor those who died in the line of duty, defending their country from enemies. For all its pompous words and fancy granite memorials littered with colorful flower bouquets, Remembrance Day and others like it have failed miserably in achieving this goal.
I've often been criticized as having no respect, and that can be an impediment when discussing certain topics. However, I am often in luck – hypocrisy deserves no respect. What changed as a result of the enormous sacrifice of those who died in WW1? As the first bombs of WW2 fell just two decades later, millions once again obediently lined up under various pieces of colored cloths to slaughter and be slaughtered. It became obvious that absolutely nothing had changed, and that the millions of WW1 had died in vain.
Most would agree that all that lip service paid to the sacrifice between the two world wars wasn't good enough. To truly honor their sacrifice would be
The Death of MeThe Death of Me3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I cry into my sheets
And cry into my bed
I cannot stop crying
And think of instead
Where else to go
To forget about you
I'm scared so deeply
That you've become a tattoo
You make me crazy
You make me insane
And almost always
You're my reason for pain
I can't escape you
You're always there
It's like you're watching me
But you really don't care
If I try to love you
You just run away
And if I try to help you
There isn't a way
No matter the cost
No matter the pain
No matter what I feel
It's always the same
This cycle of anguish
It won't ever end
And by the time dawn hits
It begins again
I scream at you now
And you're never there
It's come to the point
Where I'm pulling out my hair
And some nights I bleed
I don't know why
Please can't you help me!
I don't want to die!
These tears that I'm crying
They won't go away
Don't you love me?
If you do, won't you stay?
By the end of the night
I am fast asleep
But my dreams are nightmares
Which is why I weep
In the mist of my agony
And in this terrible
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 31 year 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
Dear My Guardian AngelDear My Guardian Angel3 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
Hard to CareWhy is it so hard to care?Hard to Care2 years 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.
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
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
We are freeWe are free3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The moon rose,
And i went out to play.
Under their nose,
and out of the way.
Creatures of the night,
Linger in the mist.
As the fire shines bright,
And we laugh in squeamish fits.
Your porcelain skin,
Shines radiant and bright.
Your soft black hair,
lustrous, in the light.
And i don't care what they think.
Exactly how i'm supposed to be.
I'll do what i like.
Because i am free.