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 HP10 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
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
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
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
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
Case Report No. 45Fandom: Bleach, no spoilersCase Report No. 457 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
What follows is possibly the most eventful investigation that the Scientific Paranormal Investigation Team has ever done in our years of operation. It is presented here as a warning to potential members about what may happen and what can go wrong during an investigation, as well as the necessity of maintaining professional behavior at all times.
CASE REPORT #45
by Wendell Ottman, President,
Scientific Paranormal Investigation Team (SPIT)
The ------ Sanitarium stands stark and abandoned, covered with graffiti and surrounded by a chain-link fence topped with barbed wire, in an overgrown field strewn with junk: rusted-out cars, old refrigerators, trash bags full of rotting substances, and so on. The Sanitarium itself was closed in the 1930s and left to decay for decades. Formerly, it was a tuberculosis sanitarium where victims of this terrible disease-- adults and children alike-- were banished to recover or to die. Prior to that it s
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
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
Ivy and Wine: First Sip -part2Ivy and Wine: First Sip -part25 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Step two," Dionysus began as he lead Aster out into the cella again, "is probably going to take a while, but it's also fun. Maybe not as fun as step one was." He winked.
Aster blushed furiously, still not quite processing everything that had just happened and was continuing to happen around her.
They emerged through the maze of columns to find that the temple's inner sanctum had taken on a much more lively and festive air since they left it. The little satyr band was playing off in their corner and had been joined by several more of their kind, who'd wandered in from the forests for the occasion. A few nymphs were scattered about them, perhaps the dates of the goat men lucky enough to trick them into coming along. Aster's soon to be former co-workers, the other priestesses, were already dancing and laughing near the image of their god. Pan was still there, of course, and seemed to be enjoying the show. Plenty of vessels full of wine were already much in presence, even if it was only e
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
Awakening: Prodigy - Chapter 1Awakening: Prodigy - Chapter 16 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
To those who prefer, Awakening: Prodigy can be read over on Wattpad: http://www.wattpad.com/node_read/77536395-awakening-prodigy-chapter-1-memorial
Parents and children huddled together under the flickering lights of the evacuation centers secured hold. The staccato rhythm of the defense units’ weapons did little to ease the fear of the surviving refugees. A blast rocked the center; one less defense unit.
Amongst the remnants of the surviving refugees, was an eight-year-old girl with ebony black hair. Her carefully selected clothes for the community celebration that day were now stained and torn. She was one of the lucky ones for getting away with a few scrapes and cuts. She cradled her trusty teddy bear between her legs and her chest, hugging her constant companion close while straining her hearing, hoping for some sign that might prove that her father was alive.
Smothered cries of young children were stifled by terrified parents. The young girl watched, silent, wondering if the
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
Perfect AntidoteYou're about as convincing as the safetyPerfect Antidote10 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.
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
GunslingingGunslinging11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
says the author at our building door,
"that there are no fires in Brooklyn."
But he is blind at 8:00,
and too easily persuaded by the dole of feminists
skinned by gabbling coins,
as good a donation as a hunger artist could hope for.
His only subjects of choice are
and the sexual affections of male ballet dancers;
but he has never broached them in the same conversation.
This is why. This is why,
when we hear him talking about fire,
we are all thrown from the memory
of our standard/gather-round/assumed positions,
and why we all
to find vacant plots on the cement around him,
and whip out our lighters and dear cigarettes:
agile, self-mangling gunslingers,
we have been prepared for this pleasant novelty
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 Prologue5 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
me to youI am not perfect.me to you8 years ago in Other More Like This
No, not even close.
I cannot write a winning piece,
nor a novel nor a story.
My hands shake without cease
of attempts at art so weary.
This mouth often speaks of nothing
but idle words and praises,
that could be of haste and sting.
My calloused feet bring me to places
as appalling as the dumps.
These eyes are no innocent
for they see things that slump.
My voice echoes in dissent,
and might never be of harmony.
My body must be rigid by fatigue,
by death, by silence, by agony.
I am not perfect.
No, not even close.
I cannot speak many languages,
Nor write in a different way.
Neither can I adequately gauge
a statement in a day.
My housekeeping skills are inferior
compared to those of other girls.
I cannot easily read a score,
nor carry a string of pearls.
I am not the prettiest of all,
nor the smartest nor the kindest.
Myself I can't compare to a doll;
I can't be the same as the rest.
I am not perfect.
No, not even close.
My heart is not yours for keeping,
You may not ta
Northern english translationNorthern English translationNorthern english translation5 years ago in Settings More Like This
For times untold, the sacred forest of Baalhiam has seen bitter strife between humans and the Elf people. A high magic place, foremost sanctuary of druids and mages, the forest is home to the Elves of Nür. They are the guardians of a powerful magic taking its source at the heart of the old forest.
As human mages came to steal this magic, war broke out. The Elves closed down their borders. They concealed the pathways through Baalhiam with magical spells, driving humans away from their territory. From then on, Baalhiam became a forbidden place for foreigners. Cendre and her family are among the banned people, who soon discover what tragic curse has befallen them. While the immemorial forest is a mighty source of magic, those who are expelled after being born and raised there stand condemned. After several years spent far from the forest, they fall inexplicably ill. Try as she might to fight against it, Cendre loses mother and