The Same Compartment - orig. by magicwingsforeverThe Same Compartment
Originally written by magicwingsforever
Edited by Indiana
When they first met, James Potter and Sirius Black didn't expect to be lifelong friends. They were just two boys sitting on the Hogwarts Express, shoved into the same compartment by some rowdy fifth years. Each of them kept to himself, and it wasn’t until James spotted Sirius’s broomstick advertisement booklet, tossed carelessly onto the seat, that the two of them began talking.
"What team?" James asked enthusiastically, pointing at the Quidditch players clutching world-class brooms on the cover.
Sirius snorted, glancing at the booklet and then to James. "Chudley Cannons, of course. I just went to see them, they were bloody amazing! You?"
James stared at Sirius, his eyes wide in amazement. "Same, my dad loves to take me to their matches! Gonna try out for the house team?"
Just like that, the two were friends.
When James joined Sirius at the Gryffindor table, they grinned
Portal: Follow the Yellow LineFollow the Yellow LinePortal: Follow the Yellow Line1 year ago in Fiendish Fan Fiction Contest More Like This
Characters: Cave Johnson, Caroline
Setting: Aperture Science Innovators, 1950s (Pre-Portal)
“Sir. There’s been an accident.”
Cave Johnson, CEO of Aperture Science Innovators, stopped admiring his own reflection in the mirror and turned his attention to the image of his assistant, Caroline. Mm. Beautiful and smart. Not bad, Cave, not bad, he mused to himself, turning to face her. “What is it, Caroline? It better be a good accident. Today’s opening day, you know.”
“Yes, sir, I know. Sir, the scientists assigned to the praying mantis DNA experiment misunderstood their instructions… it seems they stated they were supposed to inject themselves with it.”
Cave snorted. “For a bunch of eggheads, I can’t imagine a bigger group of idiots. Who wrote those instructions, anyway?”
Portal: This Grey PathThis Grey PathPortal: This Grey Path2 years ago in Phase One More Like This
Characters: GLaDOS, Douglas Rattmann, Chell (implied)
Setting: Portal 2 - Chapter 4: The Return
In an eternal instant, the world changed.
He knew of one reason, of just one reason, that explained why he would wake. Here, like this, in the middle of the once-proud cracked walls and shattered windows.
She was not awake, not yet. Still she remained in her artificial slumber, but it would not last. He knew it. If he was here, now, then so were others. It did not matter who. It did not matter why. But he had been told long ago that his purpose was to hold her back, and so he would.
He scrambled down from his perch, paying no attention to the stuttering echo of the voice cheerfully spinning a tale of impending doom across the thousands of like locations spanning across the land, and he hoped she was awake. Not the one who was in man-induced suspension, but the other one, the one who would
Dear Daddy's GirlDear Naive 15,Dear Daddy's Girl2 years ago in Adult More Like This
You're ignorant as Hell.
You dress in baggy blue jeans, wear an oversized hoodie every day, and never let your hair down. Students at school, and even your mom, think you're gay… and you don't even know.
All of your classmates blame you for a burn book that circulated after that Mean Girls movie. Everyone thinks you're a jealous bitch and secretly they mock you. How can you not see that?
Your teachers are all positive that you cut yourself and that you're always on drugs. Even now you have no idea why they ask you to take your jacket off during class. Could it be that you always wear long sleeves?
It's okay, sweetheart. I had to find out the hard way, too.
Right now you're probably wishing your dad was home. He's the only one that will read your stories and tell you how creative you are. You don't have to beg him to watch movies with you, and he'll listen to your favorite songs without calling you suicidal. Right now, living wi
Science ChatDeep under the Pacific Ocean, in the sunken hull of the Nemesis, Shockwave's single, yellow eye stared back at him, reflected in his computer monitor.Science Chat2 years ago in Crossovers Contest More Like This
This was the one part of the scientific process he hated. Documentation. He ought to have assistants for this. Servants. Secretaries. Apprentices. Igors to handle the dull, drudging duties of carefully cataloging the results of his experiments, while he got on with the actual experimentation. On Cybertron, he had never had to dirty his hands with paperwork or even more than rudimentary research. It was more logical that such things should be left to the grunts and the pedants, while the advanced processors like his got on with figuring out how to take the universe apart and, time permitting, put it back together again.
Unfortunately, with the decepticon forces on earth being a bit strained since Starscream and the combaticons' most recent banishment, Shockwave had been ordered down to Earth via space-bridge to assist at the front l
The Book ThiefSometimes when I wander by,The Book Thief2 years ago in Written Entries More Like This
I see this stranger,
as snowflakes fly,
reading and not seeming to be in any danger
I catch a glimpse of his book,
it's so brown,
probably with a good hook,
and I gently sit down
He still doesn't look at me,
it's "The Book Thief",
I smile and let him be,
and begin to feel grief,
Because I know that book,
it's so sad,
when he finally gives me a look,
I know he doesn't find it bad
That's why I smile,
and he begins to talk,
we sit there for a while,
and later begin to walk
He with a long winter coat,
and the brown book in his hands,
me as I float,
above the snowy land
can bring you together,
without arranging any meeting,
books are forever