DistractedHermione was spending Easter Holidays at the Burrow along with her parents. She didn't want to spend Easter away from them, not now that things seemed to be getting back to normal, but she didn't want to spend Easter away from Ron either, so she was ecstatic (and more than a little surprised if she was honest with herself) when her parents agreed with her suggestion to spend Easter at the Burrow.Distracted4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Currently she was cuddled up on the sofa revising for her N.E.W.T.s. Arthur and Molly had taken her parents to Diagon Alley to show them around and would be back in the evening, Harry and Ginny had gone out for a walk, George was at the shop, and Ron was taking a shower.
She was so engrossed in her studying that she didn't hear Ron entering the room, creeping behind her and grabbing the book out of her hands.
"Ron! Firstly, don't do that! You nearly gave me a heart-attack! And secondly, give me my book back!"
"I think you've done enough studying for today Hermione."
She stood and marched over
A Not So Secret Family MomentA shuffling noise from the bushes on the other side of the fire quickly brought Bilbo to consciousness. He made to grab his sword as he looked up but he was rooted to the spot by a rather odd sight. A sight that made him rub his eyes free of the image.A Not So Secret Family Moment3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Nope, still there.
Thorin was sitting on a fallen log with Fili sitting cross-legged facing away from him, which of course wasn't the odd thing. The odd thing was that Thorin was, of all things, braiding Fili's hair.
Now all dwarfs braid their hair, so that wasn't shocking at all for Bilbo. It was that Thorin, himself, was doing the braiding. Which caused Bilbo to rub his eyes yet again.
Again, still there.
Bilbo couldn't help but watch, swallowing hard, as Thorin slowly threaded his fingers through the dark gold locks, stopping every now and then to remove an errant twig or leaf.
His eyes were pulled from the entrancing dance those fingers were doing as they intricately plaited the golden locks when he heard
Thorin grumble at Fili, "Fil
The NothingsThe NothingsThe Nothings3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Once upon a time there were somethings.
Somethings where the little girl with the pigtails would come bouncing home talking to her mother about what she did at school today, how was her friend Jimmy, and oh! she almost forgot her crayons, but luckily Emily was there to remind her.
She would prattle on and on delightedly while her mother listened, her euphoria taking her higher than the moon.
She insisted on acting "grown up".
She would sit, straight and stark, and never forget to keep her elbows off the table and her napkin on her lap. She would always say "yes, ma'am," , "no, ma'am,", "thank you very, very muchly," and "excuse me!", over-enunciating the words and biting off the ends of sentences, so that to her they sounded sharp and crisp, just like her daddy talked on the phone, and she knew everyone wanted to be like daddy.
Her parents shared subtle smiles, hidden amidst floral handkerchiefs.
She became a butterfly, she said. She wanted to
KilixreaderKilixReaderKilixreader2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Flipping a page in your book, you let out an annoyed breath of air. Summertime was not your favourite season. It was bad enough that the days were sweltering, but it was even worse when you had to go home to a forge, where the temperatures where akin to that of dragon fire.
Sweeping a lock of sweaty hair out of your eyes, you leaned back against the tree you were nestled in, grateful for the small amount of shade it provided you.
From your vantage point you could see the roof of your father's forge and the dark smoke that billowed out of the smokestacks. You groaned internally, it seemed like there was no place left on middle earth that was cool.
“You look like you're about to melt.” You jumped at the unexpected sentence, looking about for the owner of the voice. Below you a familiar face grinned up at you, dark eyes twinkling.
“Why aren't you in the forge Kili?” Closing your book, you carefully slipped from the branch you had been sitting on. His gr
Tangled Luck Ch 1I've never been lucky. I bring good luck to others, but I've never had much luck myself. I decided I couldn't change my life, but, once you decide on something, God let's you know that he has another plan in store. At least, that's what I learned in the rain.Tangled Luck Ch 13 years ago in Romance More Like This
Chapter 1 – Changing Luck in the Rain
Rapunzel Moore looked glumly out the classroom window. The weather outside fit her mood perfectly. With every passing minute, the sky grew darker and darker over the city of New Sonnenburg. Every now and then, fissures of lighting struck out across the bottom of the ominous clouds and thunder sounded the coming storm. Rapunzel liked days like this, because even though the sun wasn't there, there was the promise that is was just beyond the clouds. When she was younger and happier, Rapunzel would pretend that she could brush the clouds away with a flick of her hand. But Rapunzel learned a long time ago that there's no such thing as magic or f
HumanShe's a geek,freakHuman4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I hate that girl
And she's so stupid and lazy
She's schizophrenic,and did you see the way
She looked at that other girl today?
Yep,she must be gay
She hears new insults every day
Piling them on,carrying them around the way
One might carry heavy luggage
She smiles through it all like she doesn't care
But behind the mask she wears,there
Can you see it?
She's just like you
Might Not Make It Home"Wouldn't miss it for the world, Hasi," Uncle Schröder chuckles.Might Not Make It Home4 years ago in Romance More Like This
I cringe, "Please don't call me that anymore. I'm fifteen for Goodness sake!" It's such an old nickname, from when I was younger. But he never lets me live it down. It means little hare. He only smirks and ruffles my hair.
That's a mistake.
Sara steps forward and snaps, "Hey! Hey! I spent an hour trying to make it look respectable! You have no idea how much water it took to smooth down that damn cowlick, and now you've gone and stuck it up again!" And just to make her angrier, he does it again, so she stomps into the other room.
Her family and I all follow after her, but then I freeze at the opening to the living room. Is it too late to make a run for the attic? She's a small girl, can she really drag me all the way down here to do that damn dance? I take another step back, but she's already coming for me. I'm blushing and trying to stammer something, but Sara's dragging me in front of everyone. I consider
Dry and CrackedDry and crackedDry and Cracked3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Old paint tasting stale
And all the little creatures
Peel off the wall
Beyond which lies the bones
Rusted by low maintenance
No longer able to move freely
Stuck in time, deteriorating
Soon falls into the dust
That used to be paint
Dry and cracked
Now a small cloud
Circling off to nowhere
To collect on a shelf
To be swept into the rubbish
To be forgotten about
For all of time.
See You Again | GenosSee You Again | Genos8 months ago in Romance More Like This
[Genos x Reader]
The voice garnered Genos' attention; he turned around to find a young girl a few feet away, one arm slightly outstretched towards him as if she was afraid to continue any further. Her eyes, misty with tears, examined him as her lips formed a small, close-lip smile.
"So it is you...." She muttered.
Genos' eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Then suddenly - memories hitting him like a strong wave - he remembered her; remembered the days spent with her both at and away from school. They were good friends, possibly on the brink of some sort of relationship, until she moved to another city just weeks before the deranged cyborg came and destroyed their town. Genos was thankful she left before the attack, however at the same time he missed her badly. Although, as time moved on, and he devoted himself to training and killing the cyborg, he nearly forgot about her.
"(name)...what are you doing here?" Genos mumbled as she jumped into his arms. Her sc
Tangled Luck Ch 3No matter how careful I am, I always find myself in bad situations. I don't know if life just hates me, or if the universe is out to get me. I've more or less learned to accept the bad and expect no good. Sometimes, though, the universe will throw me a curve ball.Tangled Luck Ch 33 years ago in Drama More Like This
Chapter 3 – The Luck About Locked Doors
Eugene Fitzherbert lived above a book store called Flynnigan's Tower of Books. It looked like a quaint little second hand shop. As Rapunzel and Eugene got off the bus he pointed it out.
"See, it's just a block away on that corner. It won't take long to get there." The bus drove away and Eugene took Rapunzel's hand. She wanted to rip her fingers from him, but killed the urge. She didn't want to do anything rash around this man, for fear he might blow up again, even though she felt he really wouldn't do that.
As she and he approached the bookstore, Rapunzel saw that the store was having a 50% off entire stock sale. She also saw p
Perfectly ImperfectHow many times have we looked in the mirrorPerfectly Imperfect5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hating what looks back?
Pinching the fat we see
On our hips
Tempted to just smash it
So we would never have to look
At out degrading selves again
Sometimes we cry
Or we find other things to hate
Teeth not straight
Eye color we hate
Nose too big
Pimple here, pimple there
Self-confidence is so hard to find
When you're hit hard everyday
With advertisements saying
'This product will help you lose this many pounds!'
'Wash your impurities right away with this cleanser!'
'Fix your smile right up with invisible braces!'
'Buy this product to fix your body and imperfections!'
But the fact is no matter how big or small we may be
Or how crooked our teeth might be
Or how big our nose may be
Or any other imperfection
We are all beautiful
Exactly the way we are
Big, small, short, tall
Because we were molded to be
Black Russian Breakfast"Black Russian Breakfast"Black Russian Breakfast3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Starring Paul and Richard
As soon as I woke, Richard rolled over on top of me and sat up to straddle me. It wasn't like him to watch me sleep, but it was clear that he'd been doing just that.
"Ngh," I grunted from the extra weight, bringing my hands up to grab him around the waist. I stroked his lower back a bit, still half-asleep, gazing up at my lover through lazy lids. "Let me wake up first," I mumbled, postponing the usual morning sex session just a bit longer.
I continued to lazily stroke his back, then quietly drifted off once more. Awoken by my own snore, I snapped back to attention, causing Richard to chuckle.
"Come join me for coffee when you actually wake up," he said, patting me on the chest before climbing off me. He walked over to the dresser and threw on a black wifebeater before retreating out of the bedroom, closing the door behind him. In the moment that the door was open, the scent of brewing coffee wafted in. It meant that Richard
A Funny Catholic StoryLittle Mary Margaret was not the best student inA Funny Catholic Story8 years ago in Humor More Like This
Catholic School .
Usually she slept through the class.
One day her teacher, a Nun, called on her while
she was sleeping.
'Tell me Mary Margaret, who created the universe?'
When Mary Margaret didn't stir, little Johnny who
was her friend
sitting behind her, took his pencil and jabbed her
in the rear.
shouted Mary Margaret.
The Nun said, 'Very good' and continued teaching
A little later the Nun asked Mary Margaret, 'Who
is our Lord and
But Mary didn't stir from her slumber Once again,
Johnny came to
her rescue and stuck Mary Margaret in the butt.
'Jesus Christ!!!' shouted Mary Margaret and the
Nun once again
said,'Very good,' and Mary Margaret fell back
The Nun asked her a third question...'What did Eve
say to Adam
after she had her twenty-third child?'
Again, Johnny came to the rescue.
This time Mary Margaret jumped up and shouted, 'If
you stick that
damn thing in me one more time, I'll break it
Rain Rain, Go Away"Are you sure you'll be back tomorrow? It's pouring over here so I don't know if its even safe for you to be travelling."Rain Rain, Go Away4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Yes, I'm sure, Annabelle. And you don't need to worry. I'll be fine."
I bite my lip nervously and squeeze the telephone, "I don't know, Oliver. Maybe you should wait a day. Until the weather isn't as hazardous..."
He chuckles into the phone, "Sounds like you're trying to keep me away from the house longer, dollface."
"No, I- I just don't want you getting hurt," I say sincerely. "I'd love it if you got home tonight but with this storm brewing over us, I don't see that happening. It's too unsafe. I'd rather you didn't take any chances in this weather."
He sighs, "I just feel so bad though. I know you hate storms."
I bit harder on my lip, "I've... I've gotten better at dealing with them." He coughs, avoiding a reply. I stamp my foot defiantly. "Excuse me, are you saying I'm still as bad as the first time it stormed while we lived together? I have to strongly di
HollowI walk into my bedroom to place my wares atop my bed, but am startled to see an unexpected guest. There's a face I never thought I'd see again. He's just sitting, on the edge of my bed, with that charming smile of his, like he belongs on the edge of my bed. I drop my things and gasp.Hollow4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Wh—what are you doing here?"
He gestures to me. "I'm here to visit you, of course." I give him a perplexed look, and he shrugs. "I … just decided to come." As I continue to gawk, he pats the bed on the spot next to him. He rolls his eyes at my hesitation. "I'm not going to bite, you know. Promise," he adds, holding up his right hand. I hesitate again and he gets up, walks over to me, and reaches for my hand. I hop backwards, surprising us both. He sits back down and I join him on the bed, making sure there's at least a foot between us and begin to play with the hem of my skirt. He scoots a little closer, but I scoot away. He forces himself to laugh a little. "I guess this is as close as I'm g
R.I.P. John LennonI never knew John Lennon. I never grew up in a time when he was alive. I can only get to know him through books, movies, interviews, and most importantly, his music. And yet, I feel as though I know him in a spiritual sense. His lyrics have touched me in a way few have. When I listen to 'Imagine', I have to prepare myself because I know that I'll cry. I admired him in the Beatles for his musicianship, his wit, and his looks. After the Beatles ended, I still admired him for all of those things, but there were also new aspects of him that I loved: his quest for peace, his devotion to his loved ones, and the kindness he showed to fans.R.I.P. John Lennon5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I never cry into my pillow at night because I'll never get to meet him, but now and again, I wish that I have a dream where I can meet him. Until the day I die, that's the closest I can get to him.
I think I grew up not liking Yoko Ono because I've been taught to think t
Dear Yoko Imagine It's Real2011Dear Yoko Imagine It's Real4 years ago in Drama More Like This
She woke up to the sound of a piano playing. Yoko Ono Lennon knew it was her son, Sean. Sean Lennon was excellent on the keys from years of practice and total patience. He was playing one of his father's compositions, but Yoko couldn't remember which one. She sat up in bed to listen to the music. It was slower than "Imagine" and "Jealous Guy" but just as soft and beautiful. The song was so familiar... What was it?
Yoko pulled the bedsheets off her and got out of bed. She stared at her old self in the mirror, snuggling more inside her blue kimono. Then she noticed a single red rose lying on top of her nightstand. How sweet. Sean must have bought it for her. She picked up the flower and covered her nose with it; inhaling the sweet, watery scent. Her little boy was getting older every day.
The piano became louder as she padded down the hallway to the white room, picturing Sean sitting on the white bench dressed in a navy blue shirt, black slacks and a fedora hat on his head. Her son
Rhythm of LoveWhat the Hell was I thinking last night?! Telling her I love her?! Telling her I love her and then kissing her! Thank God I had enough restraint to just kiss the top of her head! She could've been awake! She could've heard me! What if she did hear me?! What will she think?! How will she feel?! I mean, I did hear her say she loved me last night, but not directly. It was the way I've heard the Russells say goodnight to us before. I've heard her say it, but never to me. Not once. So could it have been a slip of the tongue, a meaningless mistake from a girl who was half asleep, or was she wide awake? Or maybe I dreamt it, her saying what she said, and I just made this thing into an awkward mess.Rhythm of Love4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Oh God, I wish she'd just wake up so I can see her reaction. It's been a whole hour and she still hasn't moved... not that I'm not happy to have her so close. Last night there was another storm, and she's deathly afraid of them. Last time it stormed, she was much more panicked. She even cried, whic
Blood Lad-Just Brother ThingsIt was one of those weird days where it actually rained in the Demon World,it was also a thing that Staz hated,not because the atmosphere outside was gloomy,no,the mere thought of rain brought him memories,some of them good,some of them bad but the most important involved his brother Braz D.Blood.Blood Lad-Just Brother Things2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Before he went "Mad Scientist" mode on his little brother,before Liz was on signal,Braz was actually like any other older brother,gentle,caring,loving,deep inside Staz wanted those days to come back but he would brush aside those thoughts out of pure pride,he didn't want to show weakness in front of others,that's why he was alone in his small appartment staring outside through the window to see how the streets were soaked,then lightning decide to strike & to the young vampire's luck it was a loud one,it was like that day when he was just a kid still in the Acropolis,when the weather was just like today.....
The weather must have been pretty bad if the Demon World Acropoli
The Day I Killed NarutoTHE DAY I KILLED NARUTO</i>The Day I Killed Naruto8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The genin all crowded around the Hokages door. They and Iruka were listening to the loud sobbing coming from within. They knew it was one of their peers, and the only ones missing were Sasuke and Naruto.
I I didnt mean to, Hokage-sama!
It was Sasuke.
Just calm down, Sasuke, the Hokage consoled. What is it?
I I I didnt mean to kill him!
A fresh burst of sobbing ensued. The genin stared at each other. Was this true? Had Sasuke really killed Naruto?
They all sprang away from the door as it burst open. It was quite a sight. Uchiha Sasuke sped from the room, tears streaming from his red, blotched eyes, sobbing at the top of his voice. They didnt know what to be more shocked about: the fact that Sasuke was crying or that he had supposedly killed Naruto.
The stunned genin followed him out into the streets of Konoha, Iruka tra
dear mothersDear mothers, you call it adolescent confusion and it is, we know that,dear mothers2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but we respect your opinions when you say you want divorces, so is it too much to ask
that you accept the word 'gay' without the arguments and the denial?
Dear mothers, stop the victim-blaming, it isn't our fault if our ex-boyfriends pinned us to the wall
and unzipped his pants. We didn't ask for it by dressing like a slut or being a lesbian,
just like you didn't ask for lung cancer by having a daddy that smoked his heart black.
Dear mothers, cutting is maladaptive, but do you know how angry that word can make us? When
all you can say is that it's a sickness and there's something wrong then congrats Captain Obvious,
you're alienating us further. We're trying our hardest and draping a curtain over our birdcages just makes it worse.
Dear mothers, we're not the smartest people on the planet and even if we can pull the As in the grade book, maybe
it's a shame that we have to, you know? The othe
Fake GrinShe threw away her heart,Fake Grin5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Put a fake grin on her face,
And just let him rip her apart.
She didn't believe in it anymore...
In a list of horrors she would describe all of the above.
He had broken her,
Scraped down to the bottom of her soul,
He was her torture.
She'd grin to please him,
She'd scream to urge him...
She'd force herself to give in.
She had loved him with no remorse,
But now she threw that away...
She just let the pain take its course.
He wanted to have "fun"
So she let him want more...
Because she couldn't just escape and run.
She had given him her heart...
He returned it all beaten and bruised...
I guess it was a game from the start.
Her tears she wiped away,
It wasn't a time to cry...
It was a time to play.
So she threw away her heart,
Put a fake grin on her face
And waited for the game to start.
The Lord of the Rings AlphabetThe Lord of the Rings Alphabet10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Disclaimer thing: No, Lord of the Rings doesn't belong to me, but it was nice of you to ask. It belongs to J.R.R. Tolkien, Chris Tolkien and…Affiliates. So there.
Author's Note: During the making of this glorious poem, I was without my books and I couldn't remember anything that began with K, Q, or X, so I left them empty for the time, obviously ruining the continuity later. However, these three terrific letters are put in at the end of the poem simply because I couldn't stand to see them left out in the cold. I even had them rhyme! Yay!
May you please enjoy very well!
A is for Aragorn, so soon to be king.
B is for Bilbo, who found the One Ring.
C is for Caradhras, a snowy mountainous wall.
D is for Dunedain, Aragorn's kin, proud and tall.
E is for Eowyn, beautiful maiden with blade.
F is for Frodo, a perilous journey he made.
G is for Gandalf, a wizard wise and brave.
H is for Haldir: in the movie, meets his grave. *sob*
wrong with the worldDistanced myself fromwrong with the world4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The edge of madness
And fully embraced my own
The mass of wasted flesh
The human race
Give up on finding any point
Sheep to slaughter
Trying to remember love
For this land I live
There is nothing there
Couldn't really care less to be honest
Cares gone, hatred grows
Depression leaves and the anger takes its place
What is wrong with this world?
People have given into the sickening vulgarity of unoriginality
What is wrong with this world?
We have become complacent to see we have lost control of ourselves
What is wrong with this world?
People have masses of children with partners they do not love
What is wrong with me?
I could care less
In fact, this sickness, this idiocy amuses me
The more deadened people become, the more horrible and rude
The more I realize that I must be insane
To hate it.