Gred and Forge - The Price of FreedomIt's a fact of life. Freedom doesn't come free. Or cheap. If George even once thought his ear was a high price for freedom, he didn't anymore.Gred and Forge - The Price of Freedom3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It felt surreal, in the worst possible way... it felt like it wasn't another person that was lying there, but half of himself. "Wake up," he wanted to say, but the words caught in his throat as tears trailed down his face, wild and unstoppable.
"Freddie... Freddie..." he murmured, his voice choked and unrecognizeable.
He leaned over his twin, hands fisted in Fred's shirt as if he were silently willing his brother to sit up and say: "Fooled ya!"
No such thing happened...
George felt more than saw his family gathering around. They were all in mourning and they were all trying to comfort each other. If someone laid their hand on George's shoulder, he didn't feel it. All he could feel were his own sobs and his brother's name being repeated over and over. He couldn't tell if he were the one saying it or if it was his family or their friends.
Like Twilight? Don't Read.After walking out of the Twilight movie (an adaptation of a best-selling book that resulted in a cult following of fangirls, teenies and wannabe Mrs. Edward Cullens) I was struck with a horrendous and barely comprehendible thought.Like Twilight? Don't Read.5 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Vampires are we know them have ceased to exist.
Gone are the days where supernatural creatures of the night wore long capes, hid fangs, got staked and were deathly scared of a common kitchen ingredient. Goodbye Dracula, you were great while you lasted.
Now they fall in love with teenage girls, act severely bipolar, kill fuzzy little cute animals that are completely innocent, and even sparkle in the sun, just like an ADD kids collection of shiny objects.
So, this movie, you may wonder. If its based on a book that has girls screaming around the world and boys wanting to rip their own brains out through their nostrils, it must be good, right?
You could not be more wrong.
I seriously cannot stress how completely wrong you are.
Fred + George Weasley AnalysisFred + George Weasley Analysis7 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Fred & George: A Short Character Analysis
Right, so first off I'm a big fan of the twins: both twins, not just Fred. I've always appreciated both as separate characters and I've never really understood how so many people never picked up on their differences. So I decided to do what I do best - RANT (wayhey!). Keep in mind this is just my own opinion based on what I've read in books 1-7.
In the first place it's important to know and understand the twins' differences, especially if you're writing a story that puts particular focus on them. Yes, both twins are bonkers, fun-loving, flirtatious, stubborn and lest we forget both in the possession of a razor sharp wit. The books may describe them as identical right down to the last freckle, but this doesn't mean that they are one hundred percent identical in personality - no twins are. In fact, if Fred and George were the same they wouldn't make such a good team. Fred and George are a perfect double act and in any double act you
Creepy Pasta: Friends?Let me begin by stating I don't believe in magic. It is simply a variation of illusions and the trick of the hand. For I am a girl of science, one that believes almost anything can be explained through logic. Reason I say almost is because something happened...something even I can't figure out. Now before you close this note, and get on with your own life, let me repeat that I only list the facts and the facts go like this...Creepy Pasta: Friends?3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was a quiet, sublime morning, which was a near impossible task in my household. Had it not been for the fact, my siblings were off, whether at work or studying at institutes, the home would have been a buzz of chatter and life. Yet the peace did little to stifle my unsettling nerves that creped along the vertebrate of my spine. I took to work automatically, eating a simple meal of cereal with a plastic spoon.
Hogwarts ch1 I appsolutly hate having to be schooled. Though Dumbledore promised me a good education, that my wings wouldn't be a bother. I had very large heavy 'Angelic' wings. I could place them in my back like a tattoo, but they're still so long and large that the end-feathers pass my waist onto my bottom. I was able to live with humans, but I was miserable. That's when Ms.McGonagal and Pro. Dumbledore found me. They told me it would be a tough year because the ministry would be watching the school, but I didn't ask why.Hogwarts ch15 years ago in Teen More Like This
I told the professor that I'd be there on the first day. I had a suit case packed with everything I had and I was welcome to get medical help from both the Med staff and a... Hagrid? Magic creatures teacher... I had my wings in and had been ready five minutes before bording the Hogwarts train. I had a Bearded Dragon as a pet... but the thing is... it was in fact, Magical. It even breathed fire. I
After the epilogue, part 2.Hey, Albus!After the epilogue, part 2.7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
His name was accompanied by a raucous laugh Albus knew well to be James. He whipped around and saw his brother running towards him, Rose and Victoire in tow.
Albus smiled to see his cousin Victoire; she was probably the prettiest person hed ever seen, even prettier than her mother. She had long, almost waist-length strawberry blond hair and eternally rosy cheeks. She had a Ravenclaw scarf wrapped tightly about her neck.
Rose had one hand on her hip and exploded, How could you be hanging out with a Malfoy? Have you gone insane?
I think your fathers brainwashing has gone too far, Rosie. Albus looked solemn. And not too loud hes not too far ahead of us.
James chuckled. Well, little bro, I dont care who you hang out with personally, but keep an eye out for those thestrals. I cant be seen with first years so I cant stick around and beat them off for you. Albus
Fragments of You and Me Chap 2Fragments of You and MeFragments of You and Me Chap 27 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
WARNING this contains ShonenAi or Yaoi or BoyxBoy. If you don't like, don't read!
Fragments of You and Me
Chapter 2- Déjà vu?
Deidara crouched in the thick underbrush. Silently, the mouth on his palm readied the clay for battle. Tobi crouched beside his Senpai, both waiting in baited breath. Were gonna get them this time, for sure. Deidara said, clenching his f
Taking a Shallow Breath-chap 4Taking a Shallow Breath-chap 46 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Rose stood before him a moment, smiling, before she sprinted to the compartment door and threw it open with equal enthusiasm, startling Al nearly out of his seat, and making him drop his Quidditch magazine.
Al, come help me get this trunk! she said, giving Scorpius a smile from the doorway. Though his expression was full of alarm, he managed to giver her a grimace of a smile.
What trunk? Al asked, not looking inclined to move any time soon, and picking up his now very wrinkled periodical.
Scorpiuss, Rose said with a vague wave towards a very still Scorpius.
Wait. Scorpius Malfoy? Al cried rather loudly, trying to poke his head out the door and get a look at the infamous Malfoy spawn. Startled at her cousins rude outburst, Rose gave a great shh! before pushing Al back into the compartment and shutting the door between them. Rose suddenly realized she could have handled the situation with more delicacy.
Liar"you can't break that which isn't yours...i'm not my own...it's not my choice."Liar5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I fall before you in millions
of perfectly edged facets.
they only reflect what they see.
I guess it's my fault you can't
stand to look into all those
parts of broken mirror.
I ran out of tape a long time ago.
Can someone please
lend me a piece?
ElphabaIt never mattered what I saidElphaba10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Nor did it matter what I did
Just as long as I fit the Description
I was forced to play the bad girl
Look at me and all my good deeds
Everything done for a noble cause
Never once did I aim to please
I only did what was truly right
Who are you not to see my soul
But then again don't even look
Nothing said will change your mind
About if there is evil in my heart
My ways are not what you follow
Never your bright and cheery means
By my methods I can say are honest
Unlike yours which aim to please
Not in Harry Potter: DHQuotes/ words that should be in Harry Potter but Arent:Not in Harry Potter: DH7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
- Geez, Voldemort, stop acting so gay!
- Bellatrix, stop groping me. Just just go stand over there.
- Tell me Lucius, whos the prettiest ballerina of them all? Voldemort gave a cold smile at the clearly horrified man.
- Sooo, whats REALLY going on between his lordship and that snake, hmm?
-Wait a minute, Harry said. You want me to put this Snitch where now?
- What we need, Voldemort mused, is some sort of sign that people can rally around. To keep the masses happy and unrebellious. Snape gasped. You mean- Yes. Voldemort allowed a vicious, cold smile to play upon his lips. What the Death Eaters need, is a theme song.
- NO, DAMMIT! I DONT CARE IF THE POTTER BOYS BEEN FOUND! AMERICAN IDOL IS ON!
- One of you go see if the boy
MusicHe stepped up to his mic, shading his eyes against the glare of the multicolour lights and dispersed laser flares. You can't see much when you're on stage looking out. Everything is just a dark silhouette. You can't really hear much either. Everything is roaring and reverberating but once you step into that light it becomes nothing, just background static.Music10 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
He checked his gear one last time, lightly touching each piece, checking that everything was in its place: the cold metal control dials, the smooth rubber jack, the metal boxes attached to his belt, routers, modifiers, amps, the wire running cold up his back to the almost invisible earphones. The crowd was quiet now, it seemed, but he knew that wasn't true. The crowd was as loud as it ever was, but he didn't hear them. Somewhere in the back of his head he could hear the four staccato clicks of the drum sticks, and somewhere far away the speakers roared to life, but he didn't hear any of it. In the corner of his eye he could see the l
Edward Cullen poemRunning through the forestEdward Cullen poem7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I think of my love
What she means to me
And what I'd do for her
I'd give up blood
Go on national TV
I don't think there's anything
I wouldn't do
But as I come into the clearing
I think of one thing
As a bird swoops by
And my heart follows its soft song
I will not take this from her
This life this wonder
It's all there for her to take
But why does she choose me?
I run through the night
Following a familiar path
I find myself outside her window
Wondering if I'm allowed in
I have almost decided
When I stop and look out
Upon the shimmering night
Thinking maybe this isn't so bad
When I reach her bed
She is still fast asleep
In her own little dream world
And I hope I'm with her there
As the first light
Spills over her face
I am still unsure
About what is best for her
For I know if I change her
I will be taking so much away
But if I leave her unprotected
What will happen then
But it does not need to be decided now
It can wait another day
i'm falling like snow.1.i'm falling like snow.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i've been sitting here with empty nothings in my head, trying to figure out the words to tell you how sorry i am, but my tongue won't untie its' knots. i've been scratching and clawing my way through the wall i've put up between you and me. my fingers are bleeding and i can't seem to stop, but i'm giving up, and you should too.
i'm just a walking ghost of past disappointments and glistening scars that never seem to fully heal. i want you to enfold me in the cracks and forget about me forever, forget about the night we kissed under the stars and how i told you i'd keep you from drowning. i've been treading water for the past seven years now, i can't drag you down with me any longer.
i feel like a child. do you remember when we were in mrs. kane's class in fourth grade? that's when i first met you, we had a fake wedding outside at the playground and we had emily and zack be our ring bearers. it's kind of sad, really, how much we've changed. i wish we could have stayed 10 forever
dear friend,dear friend,dear friend,5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i'm sitting in math class again with the teacher who tried to kill herself last year. i can't concentrate because all i can hear are hearts beating and it irritates me because i know that none of them are mine. my stomach's shaking on the inside from the pills i took this morning. it kind of feels like i'm floating on a cloud that's being anchored to the ground. it's hard to get up and move around because my head starts spinning all over again. it must be the alcohol. it's hard to describe what it's like living without feeling anything but feeling everything at the same time. i wish i could tell you, but the sirens are making it awfully hard to hear myself think.
i've been sitting here for quite a while now with my hands underneath my legs. i picked myself apart again and the doctors said they're getting sick of putting me back together. now all i can do is stare at the walls that only talk about suicide and bruised skin. i guess that makes me a wall. a
Band GeekismBand Geekism:Band Geekism8 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
-It's alien abductions.
-It's pondering the existence of football.
-It's going to football games for free.
-It's pins and t-shirts.
-It's just a jump to the left with your hands on your hips.
-It's your first experience with Astroturf.
-It's sleeping in the lockers.
-It's crying for the seniors your freshman year.
-It's always being accepted.
-It's finding ways to entertain yourself.
-It's 4,000 screaming fans.
-It's mile runs to get to a bathroom.
-It's lame sing-alongs.
-It's roller coasters and water rides.
-It's a zoo.
-It's hair, hats, and nails.
-It's the bus rides.
-It's living in the band room.
-It's the gloves.
-It's hyperventilating, then hypo-ventilating.
-It's prank calls.
-It's glow sticks.
-It's cheering for the rival.
-It's wearing a blanket.
-It's early mornings and late nights.
-It's Pixy Stix.
-It's Mountain Dew and Skittles.
-It's bringing Mountain due on the bus.
-It's all for one and one for all.
-It's playing dress-up.
Chapter 1 - Across the Water*NEXT GEN HARRY POTTER FANFIC*Chapter 1 - Across the Water7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Chapter One: Across the Water
A young boy with dark hair and green eyes named Albus Potter stepped in to a small wooden boat. All around him other children were doing the same fumblingly slightly in the inky darkness, a large man directing them to set four to a boat. And as they sat each one held the same nervous excitement that now laced Als face.
This scene might seem strange to many, those who do not like things out of the ordinary, who live life in a world where nothing changes and all stays in the comfort of the tested method. However those people would be surprised to learn that this sight was not in fact unusual at all and had been occurring for centuries. What was unusual, what would have frightened those people into action, was the children themselves. Each and every nervous smiling face belonged to a young witch or wizard, all of whom were on their way to the most magical school in all of Britain, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and W
I Want To Protect YouI want to protect youI Want To Protect You5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Keep you away from pain and suffering
I want to protect you
From those that hurt you
From those that think it fun
To torment you
And to humiliate you
I want to protect you
From being alone
Feeling left out and deserted
I want to protect you
From the hatred of others
I want to save you
From the years of torture
And the years of isolation
I want to protect you
I want to save you
I want to love you
But will you let me?
Born a TraitorBorn a Traitor4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Born A Traitor
From birth he has been a traitor, having betrayed nature itself, and now he was about to betray the only family he had left. After this he would have no one. His only allies would be the dark shadow he called a Master and the dark side itself.
The engines of his gunship were humming peacefully. The calm before the storm, as it was called. There were at least twenty Clone Troopers in the ship with him. They were relatively quiet, checking their gear and rechecking it. Or were they? They could be conspiring against him at this very moment, plotting to kill him the moment he turned his back on them.
All beings were capable of betrayal in his dark eyes.
"Commander?" He called silently. "A word with you, if you please."
The blue-armored clone made his way through the crowd of soldiers and crouched in front of his superior, who had sat down in a corner, pitch-black robe covering him almost entirely. The Commander seemed alert, left hand on his holstere
kerosene and lightsi am sure, my dear,kerosene and lights6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that if you were given the chance
you would cover the world in gasoline,
your clothes reeking,
your hands slick,
and then you would light a cigarette,
casually, leaning against the wall,
your eyes dark.
you would stop at smoking it, though,
because youd always hated
the black taste of it
even when it was on someone elses tongue,
and anyways you would rather rebel
with more class.
you would look up into the sky,
and the blue would overwhelm you.
you would turn your face up,
seeking the sun because
heat is life, and
maybe it might have saved you.
your face would be wet
with gasoline or sweat or tears,
but even the tears would not be
enough to stop you
from throwing the cigarette
Top5Ways to annoy Oogie Boogie5. Refuse to play strip poker with him.Top5Ways to annoy Oogie Boogie6 years ago in Humor More Like This
4. Squish every bug you see. If it's a big one, be sure to really grind that sucker into the ground.
3. Call him "Your Bugginess".
2. Sign him up for a gambler's help hotline.
AND NUMBER ONE...
1. Gently remind him that fangirls aren't everything.
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Closet FreakShe's a weekend masochistCloset Freak5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A closet freak
She wants someone to steal her heart
Rip it to pieces with jagged nails and calloused fingers
She dreams of skin laced with fresh pink scars and newly raised skin
She thinks the most beautiful eyes are those bloodshot from crying symphonies
She holds her breath driving through tunnels and prays that one day one tunnel will be one car length too long
I tried to save her with soft touches, satin words, and healing embraces
but her eyes lit up when my skin became mottled with green-grey bruises and my cheeks were flushed from struggling to breathe
She was a raging storm thunderclapping upon every exposed desire and every bare fantasy
She never looked more alive than when I was fading away on the living room floor
32tuesday afternoon--324 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
my laughter is spinning off of blue
and silver locks
composed of numbers.
i count to 32, holding my breath
trapping all sorts of
things inside my lungs--
then let it out into the random
of humanoids and
within that breath;
i exhaled the 32 times i had wished you missed me too.
the inhale and exhale of carbon-dioxide and oxygen that followed
served only the purpose of letting my laugh cont