Her. Or She.Sometimes,Her. Or She.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I close my eyes
And imagine standing on a grassy hill
A city of mountains
Frosted with snow;
Their peaks illuminated
By the bright blue sky
As birds soar.
The feeling of freedom is overwhelming.
I walk through town
And visit the places where we once were.
I pretend that she's with me
And wish for endless tomorrows
That I could spend
I look out my window
And see the sunset.
A stunning eruption of
I feel infinite.
When I think of these things
I remember her.
I see her.
I hear her.
I feel her.
I taste her.
No amount of freedom or feeling of
Can measure up to
How she makes me feel.
Endless tomorrows will never be enough.
dear charlie,dear charlie,dear charlie,4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
i know you'll never get this letter because you never gave me your name or a return address even though i think i know who you are, because it doesn't matter. i'm not going to write a series of letters or need you as a diary. i'm just going to leave this letter on a school bench and hope maybe you find it sometime.
i don't know how to participate or so many of the things you talk about. i'm older and i know but i don't know. somehow i don't know. i don't think anyone really gets older. i think we just move away and change over and over and sometimes that's like going back in time.
i don't know where this letter is going.
i just know about the times you felt infinite and then you were in the hospital and your getting high and kissing and touching. i know everything about you and all you know about me is that i'm the type of girl who doesn't sleep with someone even though i could have. even though he was flirting and i was drunk. the guidance counsellor calls me strong. one
Perks of Being a WallflowerWalking down the street,Perks of Being a Wallflower5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A letter clutched in one hand,
His heart held in the other...
Thoughts on a poem,
Thoughts of a girl,
Thoughts of growing up
And growing old
He writes out his life,
He writes out his dreams
He writes them to
A total stranger
In hopes they will be read
A Christmas party
A simple Christmas party
Leads to so much more
A stolen kiss
A strengthening romance
He wonders about
The truth of the poem,
The fate of the poet
As his friends leave
On their trips,
He is alone in his sorrow
For another year
His memories haunt him
He can do nothing
Wallow in his memories
Wallow in his sadness
As he walks
The dark and empty streets...
He finally realizes
The end of the poem.
POBAW - Essay 1The perks of being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky was one of the few books that I can say that I actually felt smarter after I had read it; not smarter in the book-sense, but rather, smarter in the life-sense. I believe that the best part of the book is that we can all somehow relate to the protagonist, Charlie. Every one of us, when we read it, can say; I have done, thought, wanted to do, or felt that before; with at least one aspect of the book. It gives us a feeling of having been there, because we have. And it assures us that if some guy is writing a book about what Ive gone through, I cant be the only one. Its been said, Artists lie on paper/canvas, to show others the truth (Leonardo Da Vinci). Stephen Chbosky demonstrates this fact most eloquently.POBAW - Essay 18 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Among the things Ive learned from this book, the first would be the fact that its one of the first books Ive ever read. Ive been reading s
Perks of Being a WallflowerPerks of Being a Wallflower7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Charlie sits at his desk writing a letter.
Dear Friend, I am writing to you because she said you listen and understand. Please dont try to figure out who she is because then you might figure out who I am. I mean nothing bad by this. I just need to know that someone out there listens and understands. I need to know these people exist.
So, this is my life. And I want you to know that I am both happy and sad about that and Im still trying to figure out how that could be. I like to think of my family as a reason for me being this way, especially after my friend Michael stopped going to school one day.
Students are sitting in class.
Boys and girls, I regret to inform you that one of our students have passed on. We will hold a memorial service for Michael Dobson during assembly this Friday.
Charlie is sitting at a table with other students.
I just cant believe hes
The Greatest Treasure.His body is like a museum, holding the world's many treasures all captive in one place.The Greatest Treasure.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
His eyes are portals to another world, another dimension where beauty and mystery crash and blend and leave us humans only mystified and clueless but always wanting more, no matter what unknown danger could await us. His collarbones are defined and detailed, the deep crevices and jutting surfaces seemingly like a code or encryption of a forgotten language from long ago. His huge, warm smile is like a disease, once you see it you can't help but find yourself smiling too. His hands and arms are little gypsies calling you in without him having to even whisper one word.
He's my definition of perfection when he's most vulnerable; underneath my covers, yet to me I swear that at that very moment he must be the most unbreakable, untouchable thing I've ever laid my eyes on.
His body is like a museum...but even that doesn't compare to what his heart holds.
Infinitein this infinitesimal microcosmic universe, in this veryInfinite6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
moment, there is enough energy to feel the heat
radiating off the surface of our skins, quiet like sunlight
but definite like a rainbow. the tv blares in the
background but we don't mind, we are preoccu-
pied in the science of being, of breathing, of existing.
awareness is nothing.
if someone were to write a
song to describe the feeling, he would not find any
words. there is no need to be precise, he will think,
i will let it sink into my bones and together we will
all exist in the same moment and breathe in the same
air. the night is cold, the fire is warm, the time is now.
there is no other, no other thing we like doing better
than just being.
EpiphanySeries: Harry PotterEpiphany5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the characters.
It hadn't seemed like much more than a purely innocent day, Hermione mused silently to herself as she sat alone in the girl's lavatory, fiddling absentmindedly with her curly cinnamon colored hair. Nothing, she thought, had given her a hint or clue to where the day might lead, and so she had been most confident that it probably would've been an okay day. Yet
As things so happen, that day was by far the least normal of days that she had gotten to be a part of between fights with Voldemort and his legions of Death Eaters. In fact, it was probably the furthermost thing from it.
And it had all started in potions class.
They had clambered in like minstrels at a dirge, dragging their feet toward yet another class in which students would be forced to learn things. Or, at the very least, most of them did. Her closest friends
StudyingSeries: Harry PotterStudying5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the characters.
She watches him.
Not because she's forced to. Not because she wants to. It's neither of those really. She just can't help herself sometimes.
She sits there in her favorite chair, a large book propped up against her lap, her eyes just above the pages that usually entices her so. Her fingertips play with the old parchment, dragging the calluses from past reading ventures she had enjoyed against the edges, flicking the pages to each other. The noise quiets her thoughts for the moment, but she doubts that they'll end.
She knows that because she can't stop thinking about him.
Him. He's the boy that is sitting across from her, silent and breathing soft into the crackling atmosphere from the fireplace. He doesn't know things, such as how she regularly is th
The Harmione KissThe Harmione Kiss3 years ago in Sketches More Like This
There once was a wizard named Harry
He went as red as a cherry
When Hermione gave him a kiss
That made him go into utter bliss
Let's just say he was happier than a berry.
The Debut of the Robo-UThe Debut of the Robo-U1 year ago in Settings More Like This
GadgetCon ’13 was a convention in which tech designers would showcase their original devices and hope that they would catch on with the public, and become the next big popular item. Dr Botzik was one such individual, but with rather outlandish ideas – he believed that it would be possible to control the minds of others using technological devices that would connect ‘wirelessly’ with human brainwaves, and then program them any way he wanted…he could, in theory, turn people into robots, whom would be programmed to obey any command. Of course, no one took him seriously, so he took his device, which he dubbed the Robo-U to GadgetCon to drum up some real public interest.
Botzik knew he needed a volunteer, someone whom would prove to the world that his device worked. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted Justine Ezarik, better known as iJustine through her popular online technology review videos, whom was at the convention covering the hottest devices for he
My Hypno-Day with Emma Watson Part 1My Hypno-Day with Emma Watson Part 12 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
My Hypno-Day with Emma Watson Part 1
Buzz, Buzz, Buzz
I rolled over in my bed as my phone vibrated on the floor.
"Epic Rap Battles of History! Mitt Romney vs Barack Obama...begin!"
"I'm not going to let this battle be dictacted by facts. I'm rich, I've got fat stacks and super packs. We all know what went down in that 2008 election, you're a decent politician with a winning complection-"
I reach over and grab my iPhone and shut off my alarm as Mitt Romney talks about how Obama was born in Chicago and is looking pretty. I then start to recite the lyrics from the Mitt Romney vs Barack Obama Rap Battle. As I sit up in bed, I check my e-mails on my phone.
"Junk, junk, trash, not important..." I say.
However one particular e-mail comes to my attention.
Congratulations!! Our records show that you recently entered our "Emma Watson M&G contest". We are pleased to announce that you are our contest winner.
I read further and discover that I am to meet Emma Watson in a hotel in downtown Toron
O-Neg: Part 2O-Neg: Part 23 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Breanna walked through twilight's growing gloom within a current of students returning to the Hadley School's Summers Hall. They all shuffled sleepily along in their anime styled school uniforms, though Breanna stood out in her own Yuuki Cross styled clothes. Her mannerisms were nearly identical to those with whom she walked. She stepped silently, her face frozen in a slightly dazed look as if she were pondering the meaning of some far off star. She was lost in thought in all she had learned during the day and possessed by the urgent need to communicate that information to her pairing, Norihko Yamashita.
How different she was when she first came to the Hadley School months ago. When she first visited with her mother she was as rebellious as any older teen. Now her personality was completely submerged under her vampire-induced thrall.
Breanna's focus was disturbed when a familiar voice called her name. It had the impact of a shaft of light cutting through her
Bella and Edward in style of Jack and RoseBella and Edward in style of Jack and Rose3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Some NightsSome nights I get unreasonable. Some nightsSome Nights4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The ceiling gets a little too low, and the walls too close,
And the light at the end too far off,
And I forget all my careful planning
And want it all now, true love and golden glory
And balls that end at midnight and fortunes coming true.
It's time, I say, it's time, I could grab my purse and coat and just run,
Run run run down that street underneath the cold stars.
I forget that
Running makes me cough,
And my coat is thin,
And I have a year before I can graduate,
Before I can leave and not come back.
I forget also that a diploma is not a sword and steed,
That Florida is not Oz or Neverland, that I don't do well with
Stress, or surprises, and that the life that I have picked out,
quiet and fulfilling, a librarian's desk and a few published novels,
Is just the way I like it.
I have not seen much of the world. I suspect it is very nice.
Some nights I get unreasonable, and I am terrified of "very nice."
I want a wild and ridiculous a
CE: Emma Watson part 1Emma Watson is a long brown hair British girl, with brown eyes, B size breasts, round butt, and her body is slim. She is just turn 20 years old this month. When she was a little girl Emma wanted to become an actress. Over the years she did. The Harry Potter movies, being the dream to true.CE: Emma Watson part 14 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Somewhere in London, she is standing in front a line of her fans. She has been signing pictures all day. She looks at her watch that is on her right hand. She sighs; the watch says it is 5:30 PM. She had a hard time sleeping last night, and all she wants to do is go home and rest.
Little did she know that she will be different my end of this day. In the line is a tall guy with black hair, blue eyes, and in fit. He is 30 years old. His name is Dave Jones. He grows up in America. In high school, and college he study psychology. The part he stu
Three Continents Watson10:12Three Continents Watson2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
What are you wearing?
You know I loathe repeating myself John.
That's not really an appropriate question Sherlock.
And why not?
I'm at work.
You really don't see a problem with this?
No. I need the information and I'm asking for it.
And why do you need the information?
For the case obviously.
How are my clothes relevant to the case?
Because I need you to meet someone at a cafe for me when you go to lunch.
And you need to know what I'm wearing because?
I need to ensure that your outfit won't be out of place for your cover.
My cover? Why can't you do it?
I'm working another angle.
Fine. What's my cover?
And what's this about? Who am I meeting and why?
You're rather prolific with questions today.
Well I need to be informed if you want me to get any information for you.
Un Veiled AffectionUn Veiled AffectionUn Veiled Affection4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A Harry Potter Fanfic
After awhile, exhausted and drained, Harry found himself sitting on a bench beside Luna.
"I'd want some peace and quiet, if it were me," she said.
"I'd love some," he replied.
"I'll distract them all," she said. "Use your Cloak."
And before he could say a word she had cried, "Oooh, look, a Blibbering Humdinger!" and pointed out the window.
The crowd around them reacted just as Harry knew Luna knew they would. No one was looking at them. Harry slid under the cloak in an instant. It was the first feelings of relief Harry felt in his mind. It was all thanks to Luna's quick and clever thinking. Without any conversation she had know exactly what to do for him, to help him. Harry knew in this moment he loved her more than he had ever before in the three years they had gradually grown closer together. A love that would only continue to grow after this moment. He would have given up all his gold in his Gringotts vault to just stay where he was b
Chapter 2Chapter 25 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The overnight response I got when I posted this story was unbelievable. Never in my five years of posting here have I had a reaction like it.
I want to thank all of those who took the time to read my story and responded, I hope that I do not disappoint you with the future chapters.
Thanks go to Blueglaceon for being the most wonderful Beta in the world.
Thanks also go to MissAnnThropic, who has allowed me to borrow ideas and exerts from her brilliant story Vox Corporis.
And ya'll know the drill; Harry Potter doesn't belong to me.
Rebecca Knight, Pan and Athena and every other character that you haven't heard of do, so no touchies without permission.
That Christmas spent with the Grangers had been a most enjoyable experience, because up until that point Harry had ever only known two types of Christmas celebrations: pre-Hogwarts, where he had spent the day at the beck and call of the Dursleys, and Hogwarts, where he had been one of the few o