100 Things Not To Do in HP100 Things Not to Do Should You Ever Find Yourself in the Harry Potter Series100 Things Not To Do in HP9 years ago in Humor More Like This
1. Never use a permenant black (or red) sharpie marker draw a Dark Mark on your or someone else's arm as a joke. (This means you CEH...)
2. Don't give Remus a flea collar or any other type of anti-flea merchandise as a gift.
3. Don't hug Fenrir on full moon. (Sorry. Had to put this as part of an inside joke...)
4. Never EVER discuss Voldemort's family history with him.
5. Don't refer to Severus as "Snapie-poo", especially not to his face.
6. Don't REALLY give Dumbledore acid pops! He doesn't enjoy them! That was just the password! O.O
7. Don't ask McGonagall how often she gets hairballs.
8. Don't try to have a staring contest with a basilisk.
9. Don't try to wear a lethifold. (a cloak-like monster that eats people. My online friend told me about this one...)
10. Don't call him Muffin or he'll nail you to the door.
11. Don't bring a My First Chemistry Set to potions class.
12. Don't dance around singing the Po
LOVELESS- Crisis CoreLOVELESS- Crisis Core7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Loveless - Prologue
When the war of the beasts brings about the worlds end
The goddess descends from the sky
Wings of light and dark spread afar
She guides us to bliss, her gift everlasting
Loveless - Act I
Infinite in mystery is the gift of the goddess
We seek it thus, and take it to the sky
Ripples form on the waters surface
The wandering soul knows no rest
Loveless - Act II
There is no hate, only joy
For you are beloved by the goddess
Hero of the dawn, Healer of worlds
Dreams of the morrow hath the shattered soul
Pride is lost
Wings stripped away, the end is nigh
Loveless - Act III
My friend, do you fly away now?
To a world that abhors you and I?
All that awaits you is a somber morrow
No matter where the winds may blow
My friend, your desire
Is the bringer of life, the gift of the goddess
Even if the morrow is barren of promises
Nothing shall forestall my return
Loveless - Act IV
My friend, the fates are cruel
There are no dreams, no honor remains
The arrow has left the
Do The DewDo The Dew10 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
An empty Mountain Dew can sits boldly on my beaten and bruised computer desk. It's metallic green curves reflect back at me with resent. The can is a soldier, and I - the enemy dictator. Already, the white dollar store trash can next to my desk is the eternal resting place to seventeen cans. Purple hearts for them all. Bravo. My nerves are on end, electric with caffeine. An acid tasting ocean fills my stomach, and my head feels heavy. Tossing my hair has become a risk I'm not willing to take. Long blonde strands stick to the light moisture on my back. Breathe in, breathe out. When did the simple task of inhaling become such a pain in the ass? A dull fan blows dank air, in a pathetic attempt of cooling me. Dust and dirt clings to the blades. The room is now polluted. Thank you very much, you pathetic hunk of plastic. Absent mindedly, I throw the can at the spinning blades. It hits with an ear splitting clink, and spins back at me at an amazing speed. The dented alum
Tips On Self-PublishingTips On Self-Publishing10 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Tips On Self-Publishing
I recently decided to self-publish a compilation of my work. It is something that I've wanted to do for a long time, but have always put off for several reasons; the imagined cost, basic lethargy in editing the damn thing, and laziness when it came to mail-outs to publishers. If this sounds like you so far, you might be able to benefit from a few things I learned along the way. Below I will discuss almost everything you will need to know before jumping into a self-publishing project, some pitfalls to avoid, and approximately what to expect to come out of your pocket. (I'm talking about money, pervert.)
Once I decided I was definitely going forward with this project, my first step was to find publishing houses/printers that offered the services that I wanted. There are many resources for this, but I found the below link most helpful in finding presses that would actually not only turn around a quote quickly,
true science vs false scienceTrue science is not contrary to the word of God. Science has benefited mankind; through research, we have made vaccines, infection-fighting drugs, medical procedures, various technologies and so on. The list can go on forever. The point is, science is not the enemy, it is our ally. False science, like macro-evolution (molecules-to-man) and the big bang theory are the true enemies to scientific advancement. The Bible actually talks about science, it warns not to be swayed by pseudo-science (false science).true science vs false science4 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
O Timothy, keep that which is committed to thy trust, avoiding profane and vain babblings, and oppositions of science falsely so called.
1 Timothy 6:20.
So the Bible itself talks about science, and it demands that we avoid science falsely so called.
Science today is broken down into two categories: Operational science and historical science. Operational science is true, tangible science. It is the science that is observable, testable, repeatable, and falsifiable. Historical science is
Men of Science Men of GodThere seems to be a ridiculous statement going around that says that a Christian can't be a scientist. This is far from the truth. Almost all of the founding fathers of science were God fearing, holy men that put God first. These men of science still hold a HUGE influence in the scientific community still today. Here are some examples:Men of Science Men of God4 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Galileo Galilee created the Scientific Method, and Sir Francis Bacon perfected it. The Scientific Method is used in every field of science, and is the backbone of scientific observation.
Johannes Kepler is one of the biggest influences of Astronomy. He discovered the Laws of Planetary Motion. He also discovered that the tides were controlled by the moon (he used the Bible to back up his claims).
Blaise Pascal was a child prodigy, that is a big influence in Geometry, he also invented one of the first practical calculators.
Robert Boyle was a pioneer when it came to Chemistry. He discovered many of the attributes of gasses and disproved Aristotl
Creationism: Not A Childish IdeologyCreationism: Not A Childish Ideology2 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Myths and Misconceptions Concerning Creationism and it's Believers.
The following statements that I will refute are common claims I have heard in my own experience and the experience of other Creationists. While not all evolutionists, be they religious or otherwise, make such claims, a surprising majority does give off this attitude. I made this to clarify biased stereotypes surrounding the subject as I am personally tired of being treated as a naive, and even brainwashed, Christian simply for denying evolution.
I do not expect this commentary to "convert" people, or to win over evolutionist Christians to Creationism (though I encourage you to look into it, as I can not properly explain Creationism in a single stamp commentary). I just want people to know the facts before they make uneducated judgments. I am tolerant of other people embracing evolution, and I respect their choice; all I ask is that I receive the same treatment in return.
1) "Creationists are sc
Ivy and Wine: ProcessionIvy and Wine: Procession4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Maenads are lazy creatures. This is a fact known to anyone who might have spent any significant amount of time in the temple of Dionysus. Aster knew it long before she became one of them, but she knew that such laziness was reserved only for when there were no upcoming festivals. For mostly immortal beings that spent a majority of their time either drinking or sleeping, they could be quite industrious when they had to be. Of course, of any time of year, this was the time for such diligence. The Dionysia, the most loved and anticipated festival of the year, was only a few days away.
The usually sparse cella was filled with busy priestesses and temple slaves. Gone were its couches and vessels of wine. In their place were all manner of half-finished decorations. In one corner, a few rare male occupants of the temple--kept for such rough purposes--were busy constructing scenery elements for the stage and hauling lumber from outside as they went. In another, priestesses were busy repainting
The Asatruar's ManifestoI have been asked before, why I believe what I believe. I understand the controversy that may arise when people learn that my beliefs are rooted strongly in the earth and the old traditions. What I do not understand is why my religion is percieved as evil. Abrahamaic religions, namely Christianity, Islam and Judiasm (the latter of which is the faith I was born into) condemn essentially any religion that isn't there's as, "heretic" and "Satanic". Crusades and missionaries forcefully converted "heathens" to Christianity from nearly the dawn of its creation to the early Rennaisance. My religion is a religion of the trees and the stars, the rivers and land, of the European people as a whole. I do not understand why I should live in devotion to a Middle Eastern man who was nailed to a piece of wood thousands of years ago by political and religious enemies. It was said by an adherent of Native American spirituality (who has thus remained unamed) that "If you take [a copy of] the Christian BiThe Asatruar's Manifesto6 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Run Like HellRun Like Hell3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Run Like Hell
All of these character's belong to me. So don't use them without my permission.
Keith sighed and slouched in the car seat, he felt his phone go off in his tight jean pocket. He ignored it again. It was probably just the school reminding him that, once again, he was late. Only for the fourth time that week. Keith yawned and rested his head on the passenger window. He enjoyed the silence in his buddy's car. It made it easier for him to fall asleep. They always traveled without the radio off after smoking up in the morning. The radio made them paranoid, so once again they were traveling in high silence, his buddy was trying to keep the car between the white lines and Keith was trying to sleep. However, just when he thought he could get some shut eye, his buddy pulled up to his school. He hit Keith roughly. Keith groaned and realized where he was.
"Thanks," Keith said sleepily. He turned to the back seat and pulled his back pack out of the back. He swung
Abby - The Serpent's Den 3 TGAbby - The Serpent's Den 3 TG4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Serpent's Den of Buried Secrets (cont.)
After she explained the message to him, Marcus sat up clenching the arms of his chair.
"Covaley University? You're sure?"
Abby nodded quietly and asked, "Why?" She knew the university well enough. It was where Demetrius and Marcus both worked for a time. Abby found it nice enough but the areas cut deep into the watery bedrock always seemed to unsettle her for some reason.
Marcus thrust himself out of the chair and rushed over to his phone. Abby followed. As Marcus waited for the operator, he said, "I find it very strange that not only did this happen now but at that place. You see, I was about to mention Covaley University."
Before he could continue, there was a voice on the other end. Marcus stressed that there was a danger to the university in B4. The operator connected him to security, which "took down the information". Marcus glared into the phone and soon hung it up.
Brushing his hands together, Marcus looked at Abby. "Demetr
Anti-EmoYou live to love.Anti-Emo9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You love to give.
You give your love.
Your love is big.
Your big heart smiles.
Your smile is bright.
Your brightness blinds.
You're blind to spite.
You spit at hate.
You hate to cry.
You cry to love.
Your love is fate.
Your fate is real.
You really try.
You try to love.
To love, you'd die.
Abby - In the Dark Forest of Mirrors TG - FinaleAbby - In the Dark Forest of Mirrors TG - Finale3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
In the Dark Forest of Mirrors (An Abby Longbloom tale) (conclusion)
Vivian lay in bed clutching Dora and Cora close to her, their eyes still staring blankly out. The day had fallen into evening with a red tint through the window. Along with her girls, Vivian clutched what she had taken from Iao in her little device.
She lay there, on top of the neat covers. Setting them down had been so easy. They followed her touch gently. Kissing them on their foreheads, Vivian left the device touching them both and rose.
She listened to the whirr of the water-saving bath tub as it worked to capture left over moisture from the last bath.
There was silence. Even the birds she always heard fluttering off the lake seemed to have fallen hush. She could hear her daughters breathing but just barely.
She walked into the bathroom and stared into the bathroom mirror. Her cheeks tensed. She expected to cry. She expected the tears to come and never stop, like they once did. But her cheeks wer
Perfect AntidoteYou're about as convincing as the safetyPerfect Antidote9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
on a loaded gun.
And about as thrilling as
You're begging for a trigger
to escape your troubled head.
Its like watching a car crash
From a window that I cant break.
You're falling down again
Tripping over tangled thoughts inside your head
That you cant pray away.
Well if you agree to be the patient,
I'll be the best damn doctor you've ever had.
I prescribe the perfect antidote..
Dont scream too hard lovely.
You're going to lose your voice.
For your throats sake,
Use a whisper and save
Some of your precious breath for words that
Deserve to be said.
You're a terrible liar,
With a knack for telling me you're fine.
I can see deeper than that.
I dont understand how someone can have so much to say
and just not speak a word.
Much less a sentence.
We're all listening now..
Deep down I know thats what you wanted.
Utnapishtim's Tragedy"O father, dear father!" cried the youth, full of joy,Utnapishtim's Tragedy4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
"What wonders my kinsmen do tell!
A man, no, a god rules in Uruk this year
Whose great deeds ring out like a bell!"
"Yes yes, my good son," spoke the father most wise,
"I am sure that your stories are grand;
Yet your time here is short, from the city you came
So relax and enjoy the good land."
"But father, my father," the youth did insist,
"The king is a legend in full;
He breaks the great trees and contends with the giant
And destroys the Heavenly Bull."
"Bull of Heaven?" spoke he who was longer in years,
"There is none save the Maker thereof;
Methinks I have met with this man whom you know
For he wished of me truth from Above."
"Did you really," said he, "meet the great king of Ur
In whom gods rejoice and condemn?
What wisdom learnt he from your anointed lips,
You, who are Father of Men?"
"My son," chuckled he who was weary of world,
"Anything but the truth would suffice;
He thought immortality a thing to be gained
Character Survey: RhistelCharacter Survey: Rhistel4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
FULL NAME: Rhistel Aidan from Sentes. His real surname got lost, since he was too little to remember it when he was found.
MEANING: "Rhistel" doesn't have any particular meaning, while Aidan means "blessed by the Gods" in the sacred language. Sentes is the village he comes from.
NICKNAME: Among the servitude in his mansion and people of his feud he's often addressed as "bran luth", which means something like "silent/quiet lord", referring to the fact that he almost never speaks or even shows himself around at all. Everyone else just call him with his name, except for Sywyn who calls him "shadowling" or just "bookworm", depending on his mood...
ACTUAL AGE: well.. when the story begins he's 16-17, and will become 22-23 by the end of the events.
RESIDENCE: his feud, about 100 miles from the main city of the human kingdom. Does it makes any sense to you? :°D
AGE APPEARANCE: his own, basically... for now
SPECIES: halfbreed, human/dur'gwath (dark elf)
Eyes of Mist ProloguePrologue:Eyes of Mist Prologue4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The bells were silent. A hush lay over the plain between the river Armasin and Pherdon keep, yet there was no peace in it.
The soldier's breath came in short gasps as he trudged through wet grass and desperately tried to make out a shape or anything that could help him within the heavy mist. An icy lump of dread had formed in him when he was ordered to find out what had happened in Pherdon. Still, he followed his duty and obeyed. Now he was possibly walking right into an ambush with just a handful of men and cold sweat was running down his spine.
He had never been able to believe that Pherdon could fall. Too many times he had seen the proud walls himself. He was told that the keep was impossible to conquer; its catapults would tear the poorly armored Shakaree soldiers apart. In the two years since he had joined the army the young man had witnessed more than once that the cruel invaders from the north should never be underestimated, yet he had never doubted Ph
Thinking about friends.Today I was thinking of all the friends I've lost.Thinking about friends.9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Those kinds of friendships where you never count the cost,
friends that are in touch but remain to be seen,
the friends that come and go and have already been.
We used to say keeping in touch is an absolute priority
but in saying that they are not priority at all.
Did we stand by those words effectively? As now we all fall.
Today I am thinking of all the friends now passed
and find I'm overcome with sadness over what didn't last.
Some will set up home and have lots of kids.
Others will stay one step behind the world just like me.
We had fun but somehow forgot we would run out of time
but I won't forget as today I miss a lot of things.
I cannot find you and I am in a kind of yearning.
Today I was thinking of the time we must of leant
and chuckle to myself over memories, time soon went.
It's not often I look to happier days and sigh.
On this day thus the very moment I'm not thinking why.
In some places I would not change a thing or who w
A Lesson On Brick CareA Lesson On Brick Care9 years ago in Humor More Like This
Bricks are excellent pets. As well as being cheap, clean and easy to care for, they are extremely long-lived. They are extraordinarily loyal and have few requirements for housing and feed. They are very hardy, do not trigger allergies and extremely easy to tame. They rarely scratch, but can be a nuisance if left underfoot. However, with proper treatment, you and your brick should have a long and loving relationship. The most common brick is the Common House Brick (brickus brickus), which is normally a red colour. They also appear as other colours, ranging from a creamy-white, to black. Brown is another popular colouration, as there are many shades of brown bricks. The more unusual a brick is in colour, the more expensive.
Bricks have been associated with humans for many years, but are most often used as working bricks. They have only recently been adapted as pets. Closely related to the brick is the rock (rockus granus), which has become quite popular as a pet in recent decades. Hopefu
BeautifulBeautiful12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Legs wrapped around each other with hands caressing,
Teeth pulling and unzipping and fingertips undressing.
Eyes observing sleepily and adjusting to the light,
The entanglement of love is such a peculiar and
Lips to collarbone and hands to inner thigh,
Before arriving at slippery sensitivity as soft and
pink as the clouds in the afternoon sky.
How magnificent she is with her brown eyes and
That look into pretty blue wonders as precious
Hands cradle a small waist to draw warmth near,
How exciting it is to have him whispering in her ear.
Breath escaping at intervals that will slowly pass,
Squirming beauty under a gentle, attractive mass.
How nice it is to see temptation at work within
Adore her little navel as her supple body awash in
candle light is outlined.
Along the wall combined with every move he causes
her to make,
The manipulations that make her quiver--the unexpected
surprises that make her shake.
Until it's over..