A Letter from George Weasley Hey Fred,A Letter from George Weasley3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
You'd take the mickey out of me if you knew I was writing this, but you can never be too careful when it comes to a war. So here goes.
I'm not really too sure what to write. I guess it's just that we've been by each other's sides all our lives, so it's not easy for me to figure out what to say to you in case we get separated. That scenario doesn't leap easily to mind.
I suppose I just want to start off by saying that it's okay. I can just hear you swearing at me and yelling that it isn't. And you're right. It's not. Sorry. But even if it's not okay, look Don't be too sad, okay? I mean, yeah, you're going to be sad, but Argh. Let me try this again.
It'd be really weird for either one of us to be without the other. Bad weird, not good weird. If it had been you But it's not you, not if you're reading this. And I'd rather you read this than not. Truth be told, if you're reading this, I'm glad, in a weird sort of way. Rather me th
101 Hufflepuff Morals101 Hufflepuff Morals4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
#1 When it all come down to the end, I could sure use a friend.
#2 It's not childish to hold onto hope. It's actually hard.
#3 Don't judge a person for what they've done, because you don't know why they've done it.
#4 A person who deserves my loyalty receives it.
#5 Have a heart that never hardens, a temper that never tires, a touch that never hurts.
#6 We can do no great things; only small things with great love.
#7 There is nothing wrong with loving the crap out of everything. Negative people find their walls, so never apologize for your enthusiasm. Never. Ever. Never.
#8 Do not pray for an easy life; Pray for the strength to endure a difficult one
#9 I use to think your were weak and just didn't fight back. But now, honestly, I think you're actually pretty tough. It takes a hell of a lot of strength to not complain and lash out.
#10 If you think you're too small to make a difference, you've never spent
I Love TheI love the ocean,I Love The3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I love the breeze,
I love the wind,
I love the trees.
I love the sun,
I love the bees,
I love the fish,
swim with the fish,
my fondest wish.
A-Little-BitI'm feeling a little bitA-Little-Bit5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And a little bit
And I don't want to be alone anymore.
I'm feeling a little bit
And I'm tired.
Pesadilla de la SoledadDwelling inPesadilla de la Soledad5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
solitude is painful
don't hurt yourself
Even when we're most distant
Nobody's truly alone
Venom in Your VoiceMelancholyVenom in Your Voice4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In this masochistic melody
That seems to be repeating
In melodramatic screams and cries
That lay in my childish memory
From nights when I realized
Fueled by the riffs that repeated in my ears
It's you, or nobody.
In this moment I believe.
Just feel it all run though you
When I'm there.
And lying to yourself
Lying to the world
Won't get you anywhere.
It won't make your false words true
And it won't awake what was.
It's funny, because what you don't realize is
You're a bad liar
And I'm a good faker.
...so I feed your fire.
Story of my life.
And admittedly I get caught
Girl In the DrumlineWho says girlsGirl In the Drumline7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Can't be in the
We can play as well,
If not better,
As you guys can
We'll play it
And rock off your socks
We're in step
We play it right
That's more than
You can say
We know what to do
If you're such a hotshot
What are you gonna do?
When us girls are gone
And you're standing there
"Why didn't I listen
To that girl
In the drumline?"
2P!AmericaXReader-Nightfall Part 3 (FINAL)2P!AmericaXReader-Nightfall Part 3 (FINAL)4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You woke up in your bed? Huh. All a dream. You grabbed the edge of the blanket, ready to pull it closer to your face. Wait this isn't my blanket. You looked at the material in your hand, seeing that it was leather. You were holding the same leather jacket that the guy from earlier had on. OK, not a dream. That, or I'm STILL dreaming. It was still night, and it seemed about 1 in the morning. You looked around, but the only thing out of place besides the jacket was the fact that your window was open.
You rolled over onto your back, staring up at the ceiling. Might as well give sleeping another try You didn't get hardly 10 seconds into your sleep attempt, snapping to full awareness when you felt some pressure on the bed on either side of your head and hips, then feeling firm lips press against yours then pull back. When you registered what just happened, you realized that you were looking into half-closed crimson eyes, a smirking face looming over yo
Diamond in the Rough"She's weird."Diamond in the Rough3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"That's your sister?"
Insults... jabbed left and right.
Every time, I will be her shield.
Those insults will bounce right off of me,
because I won't let her get hurt.
"You're Charlotte's sister?
No offense, but she's weird."
It's not her fault she has autism.
Every time you attempt to hurt her - in fact, the first time
you ever tried - I lose respect for you.
One nasty comment, and you're forever disliked.
"Aren't you ever embarrassed
to call her your sister?"
Actually, if you make fun of her like that,
I'd be embarrassed to call you my friend, if you ever were.
She's beautiful; you just haven't taken the time to
look beneath the surface.
I am not summer personifiedDo not compare me to a summers day,I am not summer personified3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm an autumn baby, with fallen leaves,
Printed in gold and amber across my skin,
With the deepest red sunset lips,
Offset by snowy skin.
I am the crisp breath of wind,
On oxygen starved lungs.
Forget the call of the heat,
And fall into my mist embrace.
MaybeJust give me one dream that isn't see-through.Maybe3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
One substantiated claim to reality,
that I might hold onto life with.
Every quivering cell, mid-osmosis, begs you
for a shred of dignity with my tea.
Just one chance for something heavy,
something hard and room temperature. Real.
I don't want to look through my day dreams
and see someone else's face there.
I don't want to dream of those people
who may make, or break me, in the future tense.
I am tired of milky white and reflective black.
It is time for a life of colour and hope -
and not looking back to see if the past
matches up with the jigsaw map to the end game.
I want to be in the game, participating,
feeling, like I might make it there one day.
Just give me something, that I can hold onto;
something harder to see through than a whisper
of that voice in the back of my mind that says
I Found You BrokenI found you broken,I Found You Broken3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Crumbled, laying upon the steps of life.
I wanted nothing more than to help you back up.
You had fallen from so high so long before.
I'd give my soul to carry you back up.
But no matter how hard I try,
I can't budge or lift you up till you decide,
To stand by yourself,
And when you do, I swear I'll be back right here.
But do you mind,
Just sit and wait with you a while?
While we both have the time.
Love Will Find YouLove Will Find You4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
true love will find you
lifting you to the heavens
barely touching down
2P!America X Reader- Urban Legend Ch.IV2P!America X Reader- Urban Legend Ch.IV3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
As time was running, you were wondering if escape was a choice. Every day he was cheeking you out, like you were some kind of entertaiment. He would give you some food just so you can live. He didn't wanted to kill you, you could tell. All he wanted was to drive you to the point of madness, to get ride of your sanity and pull you into the new word of insanity. You tried your best to stay sane, not like it was easy. You were most of the time alone. Alfred was always somewhere, God knows doing what sick and insane shit.
You didn't knew how many days passed by, it was hard to tell, because you were in a basement and with no windows. You wanted so much to escape, to see your family and the people that you cared about. That was your ultimate wish and you was going to achieve it, no matter how hard is going to be.
You were again alone and you knew that Alfred won't be back more than a couple of hours. This was your chance to escape. You tried to get your hands free from the ropes
Essay: Why Creating Jobs is the Wrong GoalEssay: Why Creating Jobs is the Wrong Goal4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
We're all job creators
I recently saw a clip of Peter Schiff interviewing an Occupy Wall Street protester. Schiff asked him how many jobs he creates, and unfortunately, the protester wasn't prepared for this question. (Although it was being filmed by Drew Carey's libertarian group called Reason TV, so if anybody did raise good points against him, we'd never see it anyway.)
Contrary to Schiff's shortsighted view of the economy, common people do create jobs. We hire orthodontists, doctors, lawyers, mechanics, plumbers, electricians, HVAC technicians, exterminators, and many other professionals. Their careers directly depend on enough working class people being able to afford to hire them.
Less directly but just as importantly, we hire businesses (and the factories and transportation companies which supply those businesses) whenever we patronize them. If they lose consumer demand (like they would if their
Grave RosesDon't rest roses on my grave,Grave Roses3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
trail of bouquet that you pave.
Vibrant death, ignorantly conveyed,
leading too, my buried cave.
What flowers, my love, have you brought today?
Soil in dead eyes, all to grainy.
Memory waning, soon to forget.
A bold quartet, pedals of debt.
Ah, a rose?
Don't mask your woe, we both know,
I am gone, grown so cold.
Fading marrow, in my bones.
Corpse alone, parted soul.
May I love, be so bold?
let your heart bleed,
forever sorrow, forever grieve.
Let me be.
And on my grave, let grow weeds.
Don't rest roses on my grave.
wanderlustshe was a s e v e n t e e n year old girl from nowhere [or was it everywhere?] with dark hair and long eyelashes and skin that was always pale white. when she was young she played in the poppy fields of greece and when she got older her tongue started yearning to speak italian and russian so that she could travel to other far off places.wanderlust4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
she was born on a friday between two ice storms, and the first word she ever heard was b e a u t y. her mama told her that when she first opened her dark blue eyes, her pupil was surrounded by a ring of pure white. the blue stayed but the white turned to green [and from then on her eyes were always her favorite feature].
she always had nightmares, never good dreams, but maybe that's because she could never stop d r e a m i n g with her eyes open. all she ever wanted was dirt roads and stars and mud under her fingernails.
[maybe one day, when she's older, she'll take a crinkly old map and
stuck like glueit started with lightbulbs, and it ended with jail.stuck like glue5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
and when she looked back on it it seemed suitable, like the lightbulb he dropped on her desk was the universe's way of saying that this [whatever this was] was a great idea.
but it wasn't just lightbulbs. every day there was something new, a perfectly random little something dropped on her desk without a word of acknowledgment, like a cat bringing home dead things as gifts [but much cuter, of course] and every day she would tap her fingers with anticipation, just waiting for him to arrive with something new.
and they were always silent in class, barely speaking more than a few words to each other [maybe because he always slept right through the lesson]. but late at night they would spend hour upon hour talking to each other, and she would struggle to keep her eyes open so that she wouldn't have to say goodnight, because she knew, after not very long at all, that he was special.
and for months they were like that - best friends, talkin
GermanyxReader- I Will Always ReturnGermanyxReader- I Will Always Return4 years ago in Romance More Like This
I hear the wind call your name
It calls me back home again
It sparks up the fire - a flame that still burns
Always to you, I'll always return
Ludwig looks over the military camp in front of him. He's been here for a while, too long if you ask him. Since he and his older brother were transferred, they've been here. That's it. Not allowed off the base at all. Training is easy. No, that's not the problem for the problem for the tall German general.
He sighs, walking back to his tent. The desert heat is unbearable. He opens the front flap of his tent, stepping inside the slightly cooler shade of the space. Gilbert, his silver haired Prussian brother and his second in command, sits on his desk. The Prussian looks up at his taller younger brother, crimson eyes meeting light blue ones.
"What's up, West?" He asks, using his long time nickname for the blonde. Ludwig sighs, walking behind his desk and sitting in his chair.
"Heat getting to ya?" He asks, determined to find out what's up wi
What are friends for? ModernAU!LevixReaderxErwinWhat are friends for? ModernAU!LevixReaderxErwin2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Morning arose and you were laying in your bed. You silently groaned to yourself as you slightly turned over to lay on your stomach and slightly block out the sunlight that was coming from the window. You inhaled, smelling something that smelled a bit familiar. You opened your eyes and noticed that you were in your [ f/c ] tank top and your underwear. Suddenly, your eyes widened after remembering what happened last night with someone that you thought of. You blushed heavily, covering your face with your pillows and huddling into a ball under the covers. Deciding to face your fears, you silently climbed out of bed, putting on some pajama shorts before walking down the stairs. There stood the tall blonde man cooking something just for the two of you. You heard a small mew coming from below, making you look down. You smiled and wiped the left over milk that he drank away from his whiskers. He rubbed his head against your hand, making you giggle. Letting out a sigh, y