Depressing Russian Literature.Guilt is a piano on top of youDepressing Russian Literature.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
instead of a man. Street noises
drain you like bleach on a rainbow.
Indecision becomes a washer & dryer
you can't stop putting things into
& taking things out of all through
a painful fluorescent night. The
brain becomes smoke, a hidden stash
of dark red cigarettes, dipped in
formaldehyde, waiting for you.
Depressing Russian literature
becomes your best friend & you
can't remember what it is like
to have a flesh & bone best friend,
a soft voice at the other end, someone to cough up
pounds of dirt and flashlights and floods with you.
Fun becomes self-destruction in the form of 47 grams
or too much coffee in the blood.
Death becomes a run-on sentence
wraps its arms around you, puts its
mouth all over a frozen horse.
Health becomes a science,
frightens you with its bones,
pulls at its skin like polyester.
Today is a miracle, & yesterday
was one too.
Patchouli GirlOn her front porch she had one of those little wooden step stools covered in potted flowers and various ceramic animals a frog, a squirrel, a giant ladybug. It struck me as strange, something my dead grandmother would have had on her front porch. It was definitely not the porch I had pictured as belonging to my first one night stand.Patchouli Girl5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I was a step behind her as she fumbled with her keys. I had been drinking, too much. Probably. All evening I had chewed on my fingernails, hoping the Captain and coke would give me the courage to deliver the witty, flirty lines I had rehearsed in my mind all week. I'm fairly sure it didn't work.
The door was red, and I thought again of my dead grandmother the horrid crimson sweater she knitted for me one Christmas, the one I had felt obligated to wear every December until the funeral. I think everyone has a horrid crimson sweater from their grandmother.
It seemed forever to me that she fumbled with her bulky keys, laughing and shooting me fli
Once Is EnoughOnce Is EnoughOnce Is Enough3 years ago in Romance More Like This
That black haired young man stood in the center of the airport. A plane ticket was held in his right hand. He stared at the flight schedule board. His flight was at eight thirty. It was fifteen minute before its departure. He gulped and gripped his trolley tightly. It's the time now..
"Are you really sure about this?" asked another young man behind him. He glanced at the brunet.
"Yeah.. It's been too long. I have already delayed it for too long.." he whispered, not really sure himself. But he straighten his shoulder and turned around. "And you were the one who told me to go, were you not? Thanks for everything, Rob." he said. Rob gave him a small sad smile and nodded.
"It's an honor really. I just a little disappointed it's not me that lies in your heart." the black haired man return the smile, also felt a little sad.
"You know, I.. You're a good man Robert. It's just.. I can't.. I.." Rob patted his shoulder. His expression showed understanding.
"You still love him. I un
Mood Mint Madness Pt.5DRARRY SLASH No like, no read!Mood Mint Madness Pt.52 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Harry sat in one of Dumbledore's chairs munching on a biscuit, waiting for Hermione to finish explaining the functions of Fred and George's mints. In typical Hermione fashion, she hadn't simply told Dumbledore her conclusion, she first had to take him through every single step of how her suspicions had been raised, theories tested and conclusions reached based on her previous week's worth of experiments. She had charts.
Harry sat back and let her lecture roll over him, occasionally eating a biscuit or lemon drop. Dumbledore was also sitting back and waiting for her to finish with the slight difference being that he was actually listening.
"Excellent, Miss Granger. How extraordinary. I must speak with the Weasley twins immediately, as well as the rest of the Order. I'll be certain that you, Harry and Ron attend in order to give everyone a thorough briefing of the effects."
Harry bit back a groan. As much as he wanted to be included in Order meetings
Naturally. Drarry. OneshotEverything was black and I couldn't even help myself to try and see. It must be a garden; I could smell the fresh smell of freshly-trimmed grass and the sweet smell of flowers, those that I don't bother to name but it somehow smells very familiar. I gather all my strength to go back standing on two feet as soon as possible. I could feel a raw shear threat creeping off my shoulder, heating up my body in the rush of adrenaline and panic. My lungs tighten in my chest, causing me to breathing-short in a panting fashion. I was waiting for the worst to come, I closed my eyes to avoid the blind sight, if something going to be threatening my life, and I'd like it better if I don't see it coming.Naturally. Drarry. Oneshot2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A sudden realization hit my head, both of my hands bolted to find the comfortable weight of my hawthorn wand but I found none of it, the comfortable weight on both of my ring fingers is also gone, leaving me defenseless completely. Without a wand, without the singlet ring charmed with all ki
Mood Mint Madness Pt.6DRARRY SLASH! No like, no read!Mood Mint Madness Pt.62 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The next day, Harry was walking to Potions when he saw Malfoy walking ahead of him, by himself. Perfect. He looked in his bag and picked out a paper blossom from the multitude he'd filled the inside with. He had spent the entire night previous going through the book and picking out things that made him think of Malfoy. He was prepared for however often he ran into the Slytherin, for at least a day.
He sped up his steps and just as he was passing Malfoy, spun on his heel, into the other boy's path. Malfoy drew up short, and it looked very much like he had no idea what to expect. Harry smiled widely at him and presented Malfoy with his latest creation. It was a hibiscus flower, one that meant "delicate beauty". Malfoy probably wouldn't like being called "delicate", but he didn't care. To him, Malfoy's stunning features were delicate, like spun-sugar crystals on cakes, or frosted edging on cold glass.
Malfoy looked to be stunned speechless. This flo
-Drarry- Second ChancesSecond Chances-Drarry- Second Chances3 years ago in Romance More Like This
I was very nervous. I might've been confident when I confronted him and kissed him, but that bravery has abandoned me. Therefore I was currently pacing, awaiting his arrival or face rejection. I sighed and pulled a hand through my hair, tugging at the strands.
But after months, even years of watching him, I came to like what I saw, even though it was hard to crack through all of his façades. I never knew a person carried such a large amount of them and could still tell his real self apart. It's wrong to live behind one. Though being a Slytherin and a Malfoy, it was probably necessary to an extent. But I would never condone it.
I stopped my pacing and turned to the large window, parking myself on the window-sill. The cold wind brushed through my hair, making me shiver. I wrapped my arms around myself and watched how my breath turned into a foggy mist around me. It was clouded but every now and then the moon broke through. Everything was silent, as if ho
Q is for QuestionsSince Lily had been born a few months before, Harry was working from home as often as he could manage. With three children under the age of five, it was just too hard for either he or Ginny to be alone with them all day. Some days, it was unavoidable, but they managed.Q is for Questions2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Of course, some days the little terrors were quite distracting.
“Why can’t I fly?”
“You can. On your broom.”
“No, on a real broom. Like yours. Or mum’s.”
“Because you’re not old enough.”
“Because you’re only four, James.
“Because that’s how many years old you are!”
“Because you are, James.”
“Because your mother bought new underwear, that’s why. Now go play with Al.”
“Because I’m very busy, James! I love you, but I need to work rig
Frost's sister It’s cold… the ice is cracking… and I’m scared…Frost's sister2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I look up, he’s trying to smile, but for once, it doesn’t help.
“It’s okay,” he says. “It’s okay. Don’t look down. Just look at me.”
“Jack,” I hear myself saying. “I’m scared.”
“I know, I know,” he assures me. “But… you’re gonna be alright. You’re not gonna fall in. Uh… We’re gonna have a little fun, instead!”
“No, we’re not!” I know I’m getting hysterical but I can’t help it, and my voice is getting high pitched and panicky and I’m breathing hard and I feel like I don’t even have a body, I’m just a voice and a pair of hyperventilating lungs.
“Would I trick you?” he asks, smiling.
“Yes!” I cry, a
Shadows of Love 12Save your hideShadows of Love 122 years ago in Drama More Like This
The woman turned to them so quickly that only a blurry shadow could be seen. The man wasn't so fast, but he also looked at the four teenagers.
"Sirius!", Mrs. Black shouted, pointing at them with her wand so that she could examine them.
"James", whispered the woman on the floor.
Lily almost forgot about him, though his shoulder touched hers and he was constantly trembling -- either with anger or cold.
"Release them!", James shouted and lunged abruptly to the Blacks.
Two wands were raised at the same time. One of them was Mrs. Black's and red light jumped out of it. The other wand was Lily's who cried frightened: "PROTEGO!"
The shield spanned in front of James and the Full Body-Bind Curse glanced off of it.
"DON'T YOU DARE HURTING MY SON!", Mrs. Potter screamed and with one single kick, she floored Mrs. Black.
In that moment, all hell broke loose. Mr. Black slapped Mrs. Potter in the face with his bare hand. The thwack was terrifying.
The sound that came fro
Shadows of Love 3The wind of deathShadows of Love 32 years ago in Romance More Like This
Black dots were dancing before Lily's eyes while Remus grabbed her right arm and pulled her about between the rows. They weren't the only ones to run around like crazy; everyone panicked and shouted James's name. Lily and Remus arrived to the bottom of the pitch but only some confused Ravenclaw students were there. Apparently, they didn't notice the accident and landed after James was taken away from the grass. One of them was as white as a corpse and tears were streaming down his face. Lily watched the beefy boy who seemed to be a Beater -- judging from the bat in his shaking left hand. She was so befuddled she lost the ability to keep in mind what to do in this critical situation.
Remus continued on his way with Lily's hand in his grip.
"He's not dead. He's got bumped in the head with a Bludger. They took him to the Hospital Wing.", he said while rushing towards the castle.
If Lily had kept her wits, she would have been relieved. But on this level of shock sh
Secret Tub Fun Twilight trotted into her bathroom and set a small bucket down on the lacquered wood counter. "Finally, a night alone to unwind and enjoy some me time," she said with a relieved sigh. "Spike's helping Apple Bloom and her crusaders study, and everyone else is occupied with Pinkie's party." She pulled a box of scented candles out of the bucket and placed them strategically around the small bathroom, then lit them one by one with her horn. "And no studying tonight, so it's just going to be me, Mr. Bing Cropsby, and a nice, looooong soak."Secret Tub Fun4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Her horn sparkled as she began running the bath and poured a generous helping of foaming bath salts Luxury had recommended her. As it ran, she began unpacking her tub. A record player first, with the old crooner's melodious tunes already loaded. Secondly, more candles, which she arranged into arcane designs on the sink. Next was Spike's poster of a dragon's glaring eye, which she tucked up into the bathroom's only wind
Your Surrender"So how about here?"Your Surrender4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Merlin, no!" Lily said exasperatedly as he felt the frustration build in his shoulders.
Their first date was not going as he planned. He had wanted to sweep her off her feet and make her melt at how romantic he was. Though, after she said she didn't want to go to the Three Broomsticks, he had to come up with something new. Snow was beginning to fall around them as he waved at a few mates that were heading over to the Hog's Head.
Turning to look across at Lily, she was staring up at the snow as if she'd been waiting for it. Her deep emerald eyes seemed to sparkle as the snowflakes collected on her eyelashes and throughout her red hair. She looked gorgeous, slightly dusted with shimmering powder as she stuck out her tongue slowly to catch a stray flake. It gave him an idea.
"Stay here, will you? Don't leave, I promise I'll be right back," he put up his hands and grabbed her shoulders as if planting her into the ground. She ki
Queer Eye For The(Mostly)Straight Guy Chp 7Castiel pays and hurries out of the cafe as quickly as he can, hoping he hasn't lost Dean. He'd seen Dean's walls and pushed passed them. It's not something he should've done, but the layers of guilt and self-loathing needed to be broken through somehow. This man has too much good in him to be weighed down by such guilt.Queer Eye For The(Mostly)Straight Guy Chp 71 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
However, Castiel well knows that it will take far more than a day and some encouraging conversation to help Dean. He forces himself back into a professional mindset, doing his best to focus on the task at hand. The best thing now if for him to deliver Dean to Balthazar and let things settle out. He simply hopes he hasn't marred the rapport that they'd begun to build. After all of this he'd hoped somehow, they could be friends.
He finds Dean waiting in the sidewalk, hands in his jean pockets, his expression a neutral mask. He looks so accustomed to wearing it that Castiel's heart twists a bit. He knows what it means to have to hide yourself frequently.
Dean surprises Ca
A Merry Non-ChristmasPairing: Sirius/RemusA Merry Non-Christmas3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Genre: Slash, Romance
Summary: Non-magical AU. Remus hates Christmas and just wants to be alone. But when he stumbles upon a freezing homeless boy outside his flat, how can he deny the spirit of Christmas?
Disclaimer: Characters and world belong to J. K. Rowling
Remus strode through the snow, making his way home. It was still early in the evening, but he couldn't take the festivities at the Potters any longer. It wasn't that he didn't like spending time with them. It was just that he hated Christmas - especially Christmas Eve - and he was too depressed to be social. He had only agreed to come in the first place because James and his parents had pressured him to join them. They didn't understand that he wanted to be alone and wallow in self-pity. He just wanted to go home, light a fire in the fireplace, get into bed and get this day over with.
He shuddered and tugged his coat and scarf tighter around himself. It was
Here I AmDrarry ficletHere I Am2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Rating: A very mild T
I'm leaving. It's time for this to be over. I will be long gone when you read this.
You're like a whirlwind; you leave destruction and chaos in your wake. And you just go on hurting me. But you are so breath-taking, so beautiful that I can't help but love you. I can't believe it's real, the way you make me feel. The nights are good. Beyond good. I can lay all my troubles down when I lay with you. But every day, I end up begging for the least amount of consideration, and it's breaking my heart. I have to take care of myself. I'm sure you understand.
Before the ink dried, Draco crumpled the parchment up, then incinerated it with a wave of his wand. Moments later, the door opened. Harry looked briefly surprised to see Draco still there; he most likely expected the other man to leave after the lamp-throwing, Quidditch trophy smashing fight that they'd had that morning. Draco stood in the living room uncertainly, twisti
Luna's Song“We will sing to you, Doctor. The Universe will sing you to your sleep.”Luna's Song11 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
So said Ood Sigma as the Doctor was on the verge of regeneration that cold New Year’s night in 2005. But there’s one thing I’ve always wondered… did those who sang necessarily have the Doctor in mind? Or were they singing about something else?
Luna Lovegood stared at the white obelisk standing next to Dumbledore’s grave as it was unveiled in a somber ceremony attended by hundreds of people. She was in the front row of chairs (thanks to Harry and Ginny’s input) along with other significant members of the D.A. and the Order.
Upon that cold white marble, she could read the names of people whom she had known, however briefly it was, who had fought so bravely during that final battle against Voldemort. While there were many on that monument, ten names in particular stood out to her.
Fred Weasley. Profe
Queer Eye For The (Mostly) Straight Guy Chp 4Castiel has always thought that God must have an ironic and slightly perverse sense of humor and he’s taking this day as proof of it. He curls his left fingers in an effort to stem his irritation as his friend’s revelry and quickly follows Dean, who has bolted towards his bedroom with such speed that Castiel thinks his legs must’ve grown several inches.Queer Eye For The (Mostly) Straight Guy Chp 41 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
They arrive to find Gabriel and Samandriel on a pile of clothes, rolling about in laughter. Castiel is quite sure tears of glee are streaking down Gabriel’s face.
Dean’s face is dark and he looks as though he’s about to snap, not that Castiel can blame him. He’s well accustomed to his friends antics, yet he finds even his patience is being tested. So he steps in front of Dean and inquires in a voice that’s as calm and authoritative as he can manage “What’s going on in here?
Gabriel and Samandriel manage to reign in their giggles enough to sit up and attempt to piece together an
Shadows of Love 17And all the men and women merely playersShadows of Love 172 years ago in Drama More Like This
Where to hide?
This single question echoed in Lily’s head after her paralyzed legs could have been moved. She rushed over the floors and stairs, bumping into people. After the sound of the bell, almost everyone disappeared. Only a few, late students were running to their classes.
Lily had no intention of following them. She went up to the Gryffindor Tower and stepped into the Common Room. Just as she wished, no one was there. She climbed to the armchair in front of the fireplace.
Two cats appeared in the Common Room, the black Ragamuffin cat with the white vest of fur on its chest chasing the Russian Blue one. The black cat noticed her owner and stopped playing. She curled her long-haired tail as if she was asking what the problem was.
“Come here, Domino!”
The cat jumped on Lily’s lap. She mewed quietly and looked up at her. Lily looked at the beautiful, different coloured -- one of them blue, the other green -- ey
Mood Mint Madness Pt.2DRARRY! You no like, you no readMood Mint Madness Pt.22 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
To Harry's horror, Malfoy spent the rest of the day meticulously cataloguing who turned what colour on a piece of parchment. He managed to catch a glimpse of it over lunchtime, while Malfoy sat in the Great Hall with his friends, furiously scribbling, and glancing around once in a while to take another look. He caught Harry watching him, and smirked at him. Harry's cheeks flared with heat and he quickly ducked back out of the Hall before Malfoy could figure out what was going on.
As for himself, there was an alarming amount of purple directed his way, and it was no wonder it had taken so long to pick Malfoy out of the vast multitude. In fact, Malfoy wasn't even the only Slytherin to be purple, although all of Malfoy's yearmates were red.
Sometime in the afternoon, the mint glow faded, and he heaved a sigh of relief.
"Hey, did yours fade already?" Ron asked over dinner.
"Yeah, mate, it did. Do you think they really work?" Harry asked, still worri
Midnight ClearDRARRY! Don't like, don't read. One-shotMidnight Clear2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Draco could not believe this was happening to him.
"Pansy, you stupid bint!" he hissed. "Get away from me, you treacherous woman!"
Pansy pouted, not looking at all repentant. "Come on, Draco!" She whined, scowling at his unwillingness to cooperate with her scheme. "Just kiss me already and be over with it!"
The nerve of her.
"I'm not kissing you!" he snarled, trying unsuccessfully to back away from her. "You're the one who put me here in the first place!"
"But Draco!" she insisted, drawing closer. "You know it's just an excuse. I know you've been wanting to kiss me for ages now! I've seen you looking, you know. At the table at breakfast, lunch, dinner..."
She was seriously the most idiotic person in the world. She'd shoved him under this charmed mistletoe in the Great Hall at dinner and expected him to kiss her! People had figured out what was going on and were craning their heads to get in a good look. She was causing a spectacle, one t
Mood Mint Madness Pt.3DRARRY SLASH! No like, no read!Mood Mint Madness Pt.32 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Malfoy was really beginning to alarm Harry.
He was following Harry around the castle, just far enough back that whenever Harry tried to turn around to catch him, he'd slip away before Harry could get to him. Harry had no idea what had brought this on, only that it was rather worrying. Had Malfoy figured out what the Mood Mints did, or was he still trying to puzzle it out?
It's not as if he could just ask the prat.
Even Ron and Hermione had noticed.
"I'll go push his head in," Ron offered, scowling in the direction of blond hair.
"No, Ron, don't," Hermione scolded him. "We need to find out what he's up to, and the best way is to keep letting Malfoy follow Harry around."
"What?" Harry yelped. "Why would we do that? What if he's plotting my demise at this very moment? I'd like it if I could just relax for a moment without worrying that he was sneaking up behind me."
"Well, what we could do is wait until Malfoy is following Harry and then me and you c
'No Longer His' - drarry fluffHarry straddled Draco's thighs and looked his fill. Draco was lying sprawled on their bed, hair wild around his head, eyes full of passion, chest heaving His chest. Harry's eyes stayed on the long, thin, white line that was left after the Sectumsempra curse. The scar, that was there because of him.'No Longer His' - drarry fluff3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Harry's eyes snapped up to Draco's.
"I know what you're thinking about. Stop it. Focus on what's important instead."
Draco took Harry's hand and placed it across his heart. Harry could feel the rapid beating under his palm.
"This is what's important. Can you feel it? It starts beating like this every time you're near me. And not just in the bedroom. Everywhere. Every time I see you, it skips a beat and then starts beating this crazy. Because of you. Because I love you with all my heart. It no longer belongs to me, it's yours."
Harry lifted his eyes, which have been focused on their hands the whole time. Now they were filled with tears.
Telling Harry - HP"All right, all right you tell him!" Sirius Black exclaimed and put his hands on his ears. But he could see that Remus Lupin tapped his foot on the floor and he groaned. He knew that Remus meant that they both would tell Harry Potter, that they were together as in together and had been since their school time but they hadn't had the possibility to be together for real until the war ended. And now the war had ended, Voldemort was dead and they were finally together again. But there was one problem They had to tell Harry the truth about their relationship.Telling Harry - HP4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Fine " Sirius murmured but then exclaimed childishly. "But if he starts rambling that men with men is wrong I'm going to blame you!"
The truth was that Sirius feared that Harry would see them as something wrong and no longer want to live with them as he did now after the war. But then he felt Remus's hand on his cheek and his lips upon his own. It was a soft comforting kiss that made Sirius forgets all worry and whe