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
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
Time Traveling Kids of the Mane Six! Ch. 2Time Traveling Kids of the Mane Six! Ch. 23 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
CHAPTER 2: Orion's Big Day
From the moment the first rays of sunshine flowed through his bedroom window, Orion Sparkle woke up without a single ounce of hesitation, threw off the warm covers that enveloped him, and jumped out of bed. The room was cold and the world outside looked even more frigid, but instead of returning to the toasty embrace of his dreams, he only felt more awake than ever. His sister Andromeda often joked that it would usually take nothing short of magic to pull him out of the peaceful comatose he called sleep, but this was no ordinary day.
Life and enthusiasm rushed through his body in great vigor this morning because today was his birthday. Even more important, though, was its significance. All night long, he dreamed of finally getting his cutie mark and showing it to his friends. The “oohs” and “aahs” still reverberated in his mind as he rushed to a mirror, unable to contain his excitement any longer. With a quick turn, he spun hi
A Night to Try to Remember Pt. 1A Night to Try to Remember Pt. 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A Night (to Try) to Remember
Rarity inhaled deeply, letting the pleasant aroma of her drink fill her nostrils. The snifter glass gently shifted about, buoyed by her magical aura, and its burgundy contents swirled along the transparent walls. She tipped the glass to her lips, gracefully sipping its contents in a way that only years of cultured drinking could imbue. A satisfied smile crossed her lips as the cognac warmed her throat as it drained to her stomach. She was almost finished with her third glass of the night, which would put her just at her tolerance level for this particular beverage; such a shame that her friends didn't know their own tolerances.
At that thought, she looked about the bar from her seat in the corner booth. While she wasn't the type to normally socialize in such establishments, this bar was cultured enough for her tastes, being well designed, well built, and having a satisfactory selection of
How To Speak "Spock"How To Speak "Spock"How To Speak "Spock"5 years ago in Humor More Like This
By James T. Kirk
Written by BookWurm15 and JabberWockSlayer
Hi there! I'm James Tiberius Kirk, but you can call me Jim. Or Captain. Cuz it's awesome.
Anyway, I'm here to teach you How To Speak "Spock" Talk. Like what he says and what he means, that sort of thing.
"Live Long and Prosper."
This can mean a variety of things, like:
It's kind of like Shalom in Hebrew
"Live Long and Prosper." (with a hint of ironic sarcasm, if that's possible)
Basically, Spock says this if he wants to leave and wishes you to know that he despises you from the bottom of his heart (which is near his stomach, by the way).
So in this case, Live Long And Prosper= Go F**** yourself and die in a hole.
"We only have a #% chance."
That's just Spock pulling a random percentage out of his ass.
"They are creating a black hole in the center of Vulcan?"
Thank you, Captain Obvious!
"Yes, Cadet Che
Down Manehattan8-10 Years AgoDown Manehattan4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Caramel was running through the street in his neighborhood in Manehattan not paying attention to where he was going. The young colt was having too much fun tossing his ball into the air and bouncing it off of his nose to notice, and he certainly did not notice when he ran right into a filly. A filly he would meet again years later.
"Whoa," yelped the orange filly.
"Oh I'm sorry," Caramel said quickly forgetting his ball being worried for the filly he ran into. He knelt over and helped her back to her hooves. When he saw her, he was stunned by how pretty she was. Her hair was a bit exaggerated but she had the most beautiful and honest green eyes he ever saw. All he could was stare.
"Oh don't ya'll worry none," Applejack said. 'Shoot say it right,' she scolded herself. "I mean," She said quietly, "That is quite alright. Accidents do happen you know." She gave him a warm smile.
Caramel shook his head, "Why are you talking differently?"
"Why I am certain I have no idea what
The Fangirls Must DieDraco Malfoy sat down at the muggle contraption, "Harry? Why have you brought me here?"The Fangirls Must Die4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Harry just rolled his eyes, "Draco, I told you already! There are muggles out there who bought J.K. Rowling's books and they have a sick sense of humor!"
"So you've brought me to a muggle library?" Draco raised a skeptical eyebrow at the books around him. He hated books.
"This is the only place I could get a computer. Now, hush up!" Harry started hitting keys and a website popped up, "This is called fanfiction. Where muggle fangirls post stories about people at Hogwarts pairing up and they get super graphic! There's everything from Hermoine and you," Draco snorted disgustedly, "To Ron and Luna, to YOU AND ME!"
Draco jumped out of his chair and pointed his wand at the computer, "You will die you blasted muggle machine!"
Harry pulled Draco back into his seat, "Shut up, you moron, you can't just blow up the computer and expect the stories to go away! They're on the internet and they'll be there forever
The Price of Loyalty - Part 1~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~The Price of Loyalty - Part 14 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Price of Loyalty - Part 1
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Eyes clenched, Rainbow Dash squirmed and allowed herself to sink deeper into the fluffy cloud that was her home. The afternoon Sun shone down upon her, rousing her from her slumber. She rolled onto her back and let loose a huge yawn. Sighing, the pale cyan pegasus slowly cracked open her eyes and rubbed them with her two fore-hooves. She sat up on her haunches and peeked over the edge of her cloud, gazing at the bridge to Ponyville nearby. Nopony was there.
"Oh, come on, kid," she mumbled in annoyance. "You begged and pleaded for almost an hour yesterday, and now you don't even show up on time."
Rainbow lazily scanned the expansive valley below her. Winding paths snuck between sparse trees and over roll
El creador de infantesEl creador de infantesEl creador de infantes5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Las madres suelen dar consejos a sus hijos que terminan siendo útiles para el resto de sus vidas, pero hay ocasiones en que sus palabras parecen advertencias vagas o fantasiosas. Mi madre solía decirme que el diablo podía tomar cualquier forma, incluso la menos esperada, con tal de explotar las debilidades humanas; tenía que estar siempre alerta. Durante los años de mi infancia creí que solo era una expresión para que tuviera cuidado, nunca me imagine (a mi corta edad) que se hiciera realidad de una forma tan literal: un día apareció el diablo en mi pueblo natal bajo el nombre del Doctor Roberto Coss.
Era verano, finalmente habían terminado las clases y no había otra cosa que deseara más que ir al parque a jugar con mis amigos, pero mi madre tenía otros planes; me obligó un día a acompañarla a la tienda de abarrotes para comprar la despensa de la semana, ya que necesitaba manos extras
Queer Eye For The(mostly) Straight Guy Chp 5They pile out of the apartment with Gabriel shouting about searching for Dean's porn collection and not so subtly suggesting that he expects to find something homosexual in it.Queer Eye For The(mostly) Straight Guy Chp 52 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Castiel watches Dean tense and prepares to step in, but Dean continues walking so Castiel simply glares reprovingly at Gabriel before closing the door. He can hear muffled snickers from behind the wood.
Balthazar and Lucifer practically bound down the hall and out the door, while Dean walks on at a more sedate, yet determined pace.
Castiel follows closely beside him, finding that he immensely enjoys the simple sensation of walking near him. It's strange for Castiel to be so fond of someone that he's only just met, but he tries not to linger on it in his thoughts.
When the reach the car Balthazar opens the back door and bows with a flourish of his hand, saying "Your carriage awaits you..." while Lucifer snickers from his place in the front seat.
Dean flips him off before climbing in and Castiel hides a small smil
A Morning with the Marauders"POTTER, GET OUT OF BED OR I'LL DRAG YOU OUT BY YOUR STUPID HAIR!"A Morning with the Marauders4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Sirius was not a morning person.
"TOUCH MY HAIR AND I'LL SEND YOU TO THE GREAT HALL WITH YOUR TAIL BETWEEN YOUR LEGS!"
James loved mornings. As long as they were spent in bed, of course.
"COME ON THEN, YOU SPECCY GIT, HAVE A GO!"
"GLADLY, IF I WEREN'T AT RISK OF FLEAS!"
"I'LL SHOVE YOUR BLOODY ANTLERS UP YOUR ARSE!"
Remus and Peter were once impartial, but had acquired particular disdain for mornings after not experiencing a quiet one in six years.
"Sirius, put your wand down, you've already got a week of detentions from Saturday." Remus warned as he adjusted his tie.
Sirius begrudgingly replaced his wand in his pocket, grinning nostalgically at memories of his most recent drunken escapade.
"James, he's right," Remus continued with his self assigned mediating position, "We're already late for breakfast."
"It's Monday," James's voice was muffled from the blanket he'd pulled over his head, "The teachers expect me to be la
Felicidad en sepia.Francamente no recuerdo si esa noche nos suicidamos.Felicidad en sepia.8 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
~ J. L. Borges.
« Por alguna extraña razón, la primera y la última línea de un texto son las más importantes. Una frase contundente al inicio de un escrito puede hacer continuar al lector, intrigado, o por otra parte puede hacer que se deshaga del mismo ipso facto; una buena oración para concluir un texto hará que el lector recuerde lo leído el resto de su vida, algo terrible para cerrar y todo lo que pudiera habérsele quedado se irá, justo como la nieve al deshielo.
« Los primeros pensamientos lúcidos cada mañana son iguales. Determinan nuestro día, un capítulo de nuestra vida. Pero a veces van más allá ».
Llovía. Llovía siempre. En esa ciudad de cielo gris con perpetua lluvia habitaban cuerpos, pero no almas; las calles eran angostas y empinadas, resbalosas por el moho pardo de siglos que encontraba su hogar adherido a las losetas de piedra. Los edificios, revestidos también de moho, altos y tenebrosos, parecían unirs
Amor es..Amor es, respeto, comprensión, diversión, comunicación y escuchar,Amor es..4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
amor es, apoyo y mirarse fijamente sin darse cuenta que sonríen.
Mirar la luna y bajar la mirada sólo para ver que su compañía es mejor.
Amor es, compartir y sentirse poeta todas las noches porque tienes una Musa,
amor son sonrisas y largas caminatas bajo la lluvia.
Amor es, esperar una llamada por las noches y sorprenderte porque ella prefirió ir a verte,
es tirarse al pasto, y tomarse las manos,
es un par de audífonos compartidos para escuchar la misma canción.
Amor es arte, cuando ella pinta y tú tocas melodías,
es distraerse y tropezar, y que ella te levante con una sonrisa entre dientes,
amor, son los nervios por la mañana y los tambaleos de la tarde por tenerla de frente,
son tus labios temblando sin saber por qué.
Amor es, saber lo que siente con tan sólo un "hola",
es un abrazo cuando más hace falta,
amor, son las manos secando las l
The Cold of Midnight PREVIEWDizziness.The Cold of Midnight PREVIEW4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It wasn't fair.
She was supposed to have escaped this fate.
It wasn't supposed to happen.
She had lived past the age when she had died!
It was eating her alive, bit by bit.
Today, for the first time, she could see her ribs.
That's how she knew.
No, she had known before then.
She had just denied it.
Like she was that young mare again, fleeing from everything that brought pain.
She had seen her daughter grow into somepony strong and beautiful.
She had found love, the pony of her dreams.
She had friends, and a passion, and was truly Great and Powerful, in all the ways that mattered!
This wasn't supposed to happen!
She had known.
She had always known, deep in the darkest pit of her soul.
The last, tiny bastion of the cold that she had beaten back with love, friendship, and motherhood.
She had known that this day would someday come.
Her fate had been sealed, on the same day that her mother's fate ended.
Night of the Scarecrow chp1Night of the Scarecrow chp15 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Night of the Scarecrow
Chapter 1 - The Escape
Jonathan Crane ran through the dark mazelike alleyways of Gotham where no rational civilian dared to set foot at night. The heavy rain's pouring covered the scarcely audible sounds his feet made when touching the ground. A wind gust caught the coat of his scarecrow costume and made him feel as if he were flying, like a large black crow in the pale moonlight. He quickened his pace and was about to turn around a corner when he heard a voice cry from behind through the rain:
"Wait for me! I'm not as fast as you!"
Unnerved, Jonathan turned around and waited for the distant black silhouette of his friend Jervis Tetch to come closer. This was the third time within fifteen minutes he was slowed down because of him! Impatiently Crane shifted his weight from one foot to another as the smaller man finally reached him. Exhausted, the Mad Hatter breathed heavily.
"I can't - need break!"
"We don't have time fo
A Womans Value _Eng_Esp_El Valor de la Mujer/A Woman's ValueA Womans Value _Eng_Esp_4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
English and Spanish version. Please, read note in comment. ^w^
El valor de la mujer no depende del tamaño de su cintura, altura, peso, raza o color; depende de su sabiduría, fe, acción humana, social, de sus capacidades de trabajo así como de la lucha constante por los derechos y la justicia tanto de ella y los suyos aunque por ello sea discriminada y castigada en ocasiones hasta por su mismo género; y si por todo eso seré castigada no importa, eso m confirma que no soy ordinaria. SOY EXTRAORDINARIA.
A woman's value isn't defined by her waist size, height, weight, race or color. It is defined by her wisdom, faith, human and social values, by her abilities to work and the constant struggle for her rights and justice for both her and her family, though she might be discriminated and sometimes even punished by her own gender. If I'm going to be punished for all this, I don't care. Th
Precious Angel -Spanish-Precious Angel -Spanish-4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
18 de abril de 2007.
¿Alguna vez habéis visto un ángel? Yo sí. Cada noche, ella aparece en mis sueños, como una intrusa, desde que yo era un niño pequeño.
Ella era una muchacha pequeña, muy bonita y menuda. Con el pelo castaño y largo, color chocolate, el chocolate que a mi gusta tanto. Yo jugaba, solo, en un jardín de arena, cuando oí alguien llamándome. Me volteé y la vi.
Con aquella sonrisa amable, ella me extendió su mano hacía mi: cuando la tomé, empezamos a correr, y el jardín de arena se transformó en un campo precioso de flores. Los pétalos volaban alrededor de nosotros,el sol brillaba... Ella se reía, entonces, se inclinó y tomó una bella margarita, que después me regaló. Sonrió, y entonces me despertaba .
Siempre lo mismo, día a día, sin embargo había un detalle que siempre cambia: con el paso del tiempo, crecemos.
KND Occult Squad IntroductionKND Occult Squad Introduction6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Welcome to the world, a world that is ruled by evil adults. Where kids are forced to take naps and allowed our playtime to be limited. You know these are threatful to kids, right? There are other things that are more threatful to kids and thought to be our imaginations, we cannot see them nor feel them, but they are there, waiting to make a perfect move or moving secretly. Any of these forces are beyond ordinary and can only be described: Strange Supernatural, Paranormal, or Weird. As you already know, there is one group of kids who stood up called the Kids Next Door. But there is only one part of the Kids Next Door who will defend against these indescribable forces, the KND: Magic, Supernatural, Paranormal, and Weird Stuff Division. Working around the globe and on the moon in treehouses studying strange phenomenons that are happening to kids as well to the human race, whenever these forces are in dangerous action, they are armed and ready. Not only they use their 2x4 technologies and
Return of the Great Cat and Mouse Chapter 8Return of the Great Cat and Mouse Chapter 82 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Trapped like a Rat
Naoko looked out of the hotel room window with nervous eyes.
'Where could Haru be?!' thought Naoko pacing the room madly.
'She should have been back hours ago!!!' thought Naoko looking at the clock, which read three o’clock a.m.
The last time Naoko saw her daughter, she was moping around on her bed, refusing to leave the room. But when Naoko came back from the convention, Haru was gone. Naoko assumed that Haru finally decided to do some more sightseeing and left for a time, but hours and hours passed and Haru still never came back.
Naoko sighed in fear, and hurried to the phone sitting on the night stand.
She picked up the phone and dialed in three digits. (A/N: 999?)
She paced as she held the phone to her ear.
"Hello? Yes! I need help! My daughter is missing! Please help!"
Haru groaned as she lifted herself from a cold surface she was laying on.
Her brown eyes opened and scanned her surroundings.
She found herself in a metal cage, with a watering
Bacterial Contamination Prologue Chap 2Bacterial Contamination Prologue Chap 23 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Arthur got out of the bus when it stopped and ran alongside the road for a few minutes, then turned right and followed a smaller roadway towards the labs. The laboratory complex looked like a small city, wrapped in wires and security systems, slightly outside of the town.
He reached the main portal, sliding his badge in a scanner to get in. A guard saluted him and he waved back, still running. He was late, and his building was on the other side of the complex.
When he finally entered the right building, the first thing he heard was a loud crowd noise in the hallway. Several colleagues of his were gathered in their science suits, chatting and apparently waiting for someone. Arthur ran to his lab and dropped his attachecase on the white desk, sighting with relief. His boss hadn't seen him arriving late.
Or so he thought.
_"KIRKLAND!" a voice roared from across the corridor.
Arthur jumped and cursed silently. A tall and big man entered the small lab, pushing violently a few fragile
Fluttering Hearts Chapter 1 Fall is a special time of the year in Ponyville; the season of change as some ponies referred to it. Although most noticeably the change they're referring to would be the physical change of color that the leaves on the trees exhibit, there are also some more subtle, but nonetheless significant changes that occur throughout ponies lives this time of year. The peak of this season is marked by the annual Running of the Leaves competition, in which several ponies compete in a marathon designed to shake the leaves from the trees as a result of the force of everypony trampling the grounds at once as they run. However this year, there was another competition between two ponies that was slowly gaining more spectators. An Iron Pony competition between the down-to-earth pony apple farmer Applejack, and the head-in-the-Cloudsdale pegasus Rainbow Dash. The crowd mostly consisted of their closest friends, a few other ponies always ready to enjoy a good completion, and Applejack'sFluttering Hearts Chapter 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Drunk Knight RisesI was joking around on facebook about The Dark Knight Rises when my friend and I began to change every one of Bane's quotes into drinking related ones. The rest of this came as a result. I hope you enjoy this goofy thing! Has some kind of spoilers I guess if you haven't seen the movie. Most of it is Bane since those are the quotes we remembered the best.The Drunk Knight Rises3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Catwoman "I'm sorry they took all your whiskey"
Bruce Wayne "No you're not."
Bane "Once you are reallly blasted, then you have my permission to vomit"
Bane "Now is not the time for drinks doctor Pavel. They come later."
Bane "Do you accept this man's toxicity level? Of all the drunks? Of ALL the drinkers?"
Bane "You know I have to pass out now. You can just imagine the good times"
Bane "Alcohol and whiskey are powerful drinks for the light weighted. But you and I are not lightweights, aren't we Bruce?"
Bane "You merely adopted alcoholism. I was BORN into it."
CIA Agent "What will happen if I take your drink away?"
Bane "It would be pai
Paz¿Alguna vez has oído el canto del mar? ¿El susurro del viento? ¿El silencio del bosque? ¿O la desesperación del desierto? ¿Alguna vez lo has hecho? ¿Te has detenido a sentir? ¿Ha vivir? ¿Ha creer? ¿O simplemente a esperar?Paz4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
¿Alguna vez, solo una, lo has hecho? ¿Has comprendido? ¿Has existido? ¿Solo, has visto la verdad del existir? Si no lo has hecho aún, entonces, cierra tus ojos, respira profundo y solo, solo deja tu mente en blanco no olvides respirar- y así tus dudas, tus preguntas, serán solucionadas.
Solo, déjate llevar.