The Butterbeer Experience - The Peverell StoryI once happened 'cross fair brothers threeThe Butterbeer Experience - The Peverell Story3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Who thought they could use all their magic to thwart me
But I, being Death, being sly blocked their path
And said "Brave, cunning brothers oh what do you ask
I will give each a prize and then let brothers pass."
The first brother begged "Please, Death, make me a tool;
A wand that will win every fight, every duel."
So I broke a branch off of an elder tree
And I fashioned a wand for he thought he was worthy
And gave elder wand to the eldest of three.
Go, brother, I bid thee goodnight
I promise you'll win all your battles and fights
But your wand will be stolen and you will be slain
Then you and I will meet again.
The next brother cried "Give me magic instead,
The power to bring others back from the dead."
And I told him the pebble had magic inside
It would bring back the dead and his departed bride.
Go, brother I bid thee goodnight
You'll see your love soon but things will not be right
You'll drive yourself crazy 'cause she won't be whole
TormentedTormented5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I gave you my heart
You tore it apart.
You split it in two
because you, love you.
a beautiful stranger.i'll tell you i'm a dreamer.a beautiful stranger.4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
i swear it's true.
and i'll tell you i'm not that beautiful but i have a heart made of glass that's as pretty as pretty can be but easily broken so please take care. i'll point at my arms and describe every charm that laces me colorful and why they are my world. i'll explain how i want to succeed and achieve and believe and create and that i love people.
i really do.
i love their idiosyncrasies and the way they laugh and the way they cry and the way hope always whispers in their ears when everything is crashing to the ground. i'll tell you how in the middle of the night, when everything is silent, i listen to your breathing and memorize the way your chest rises and falls and as my own breathing slows i beg god not to take you away from me.
i'll tell you how i want to rent a cozy apartment in sunny california and play music and write a novel and dance modern jazz & contemporary and read a million books and drink fruit cocktails and learn new things and hang
The PrayerI beseech youThe Prayer5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To forgive me
For I have forsaken others,
Dragged them to enslavement;
My soul, once golden
Now belongs to the one
who lies beneath:
The master of curses witchery
sin and lust.
It has no heart,
Its blood runs black and filthy
As is my past
As are my clothes
As I was -
Enveloped in vengeance and despair
Before the thick fog
called my name, dear God.
The world is mineTo be, or not to beThe world is mine5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is unknowingly being -
Whether isolated or around others
Your heart's beating -
Surrounded, yet the feeling of being alone.
In a world where no one cares
where we are backstabbing one another;
talking against each other.
Welcome to room Insanity 191"Bella….I love you…" Jacob said, taking Bella's hands, "Forget Edward, leave him alone. YOU CAN BE WITH ME! Because I'm hot and he's not."Welcome to room Insanity 1918 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Jacob! I love you! But as a brother, I could never leave Edward!!" Bella said sighing dramatically.
"Noooooooooooooo!! How could this cursed blood-sucker have this affect on you???" Jacob yelled, falling to his knees and shaking his fists at the sky.
"NEVER FEAR! I AM HERE!" Edward jumped out from behind a bush with a flowing cape. "I LOVE YOU BELLA AND I WILL NEVER LEAVE YOU EVER AGAIN! MARRY ME!"
"O-N-G (Yes, she actually SPELLS it out.) EDWAARRDD!! I LOVE YOU EDWARD BUT I CAN'T MARRY YOU BECAUSE YOU'RE A LOOSER WITH A CAPE!" Bella yelled.
Edward stumbled over to a wall and kissed it, "OH BELLA I LOVE YOU TOO!"
"O-M-G! EDWARD I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU CHEATED ON ME WITH THAT WALL THING! I'M TELLING."
-very loud screeching noise-
Bella: WHAT THE CRAP?
Bella: No seriously, WHAT. THE. CRAP.
Me: What? It's romantic and tragic
I found love, with youWhile I'm sitting on the usual benchI found love, with you5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Waiting eagerly for your arrival
I keep thanking, the God in which
I do not believe in -
For giving me your love
a chance to have you
beside me, in the good moments
and the bad.
While I'm lost in these thoughts
You come behind me
Whispering words of love,
holding me tight.
It is at this instance that -
I come to my senses:
Real love does exist
And I have it with you.
Lessons in Lovei.Lessons in Love5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She taught him how to skip rocks across the pond when they were 5. She gently grabbed his hand and showed him how to flick his wrist to make the pebble just skim the surface repeatedly. He claims that was the day she skimmed his heart and started fidgeting her way inside it.
He taught her how to speak pig latin when they were 8. She never understood it and he never understood her and they both thought the whole thing was pointless, but she wanted to fit in. He told her he liked how she stood out and the fact she wasn't generic and that she didn't need to try and impress anyone. She was only trying to impress him and she already had but she didn't know that. They created their own language that everyone else would want to learn but they wouldn't let them and they called it complete because their words together were all they needed.
She taught him about sunsets when they were 10. His parents let him spend the night at her house once and they snuck out and crawled onto the roo
From Deep WithinThe long distance is so painfulFrom Deep Within7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Everyday that endlessly goes by,
I want to see you more and more
I wish I had wings, so to you I could fly .
Ever since I met you
Ive felt something so special
From the first moment I read your writing
To the time we became friends,
You are a beloved jewel I cherish,
In my lifes darkest ocean .
What are these feelings that I have?
Am I not attracted to males?
The truth I, yes I am----
However there is yet another truth,
Im attracted to your personality.
And your beautiful imagination .
You and I have shared so much
Spilled our hearts to each other,
And understand each other
I feel as though I owe my heart to you
No matter what guy I find out there,
A piece of my heart will always be yours .
You are one of the only ones,
Whom I can share my passions with.
Without the fear of being hurt,
We celebrate what we hold dear together
Regardless of how mature or immature we are .
I feel we are soul mates----or soul siblin
Percy Jackson Chatbox 3Percy Jackson and the OlympiansPercy Jackson Chatbox 34 years ago in Comedy More Like This
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Neville's LetterIt's a beautiful day in London. With the sun shining, children playing in the park, and the air filled with wonderful sounds and scents, no one can resist a smile! Unless, of course, today you are Neville Longbottom, all thoughts of happiness replaced with worry and fear. Some wizards and witches stop and stare confusingly at the 11 year-old boy standing on the front lawn of 86 Hedowlark Road, with his arms outstretched to the sky, as if expecting a gift from the Lord. Neville ignored them all, his eyes fixed expectantly at the summer sky.Neville's Letter4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Neville's mother let out an exasperated sigh as she looked out the bedroom window.
"Mother!" She cried. "Get Neville back in the house! He's going to get sunburn from standing there all day, not to mention humiliation." She stared at the geering passerby.
A woman in her 70's walked with surprising speed into Mrs.Longbottom's bedroom, glaring at her daughter.
"Oh Alice, give the boy some hope, will you?" She replied. "He's been waiting fore
Over YouSo far away,Over You5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
So long ago,
that took place.
Cut in half,
The worst thing,
that I feel,
is not anger,
it is sadness.
Sadness that I can't get over you.
My Place.I question why I'm hereMy Place.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What can I offer
To make the world better?
What could possibly be
My place here?
The Darkest HourChapter 1-The Darkest Hour7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It was half an hour before three o clock, when my anxious students would be able to go home. Two and half before I got to go home.
Edward and I had lived in Juneau, Alaska for about a year. I worked as a seventh grade English teacher, while Edward was a doctor at the local clinic. His hours werent long, actually, just about half an hour shorter than mine. Our two story, eggshell white house was located just inside the forest, about a mile away from the edge. Edward had gotten a silver Volvo somewhere in Canada; he disliked any other car and missed his old one. I had gotten a deep blue BMW. This type of car had always been my favorite since I was changed, over thirty years ago. But I still looked eighteen, and I always would.
My students were working on the tests I had handed out. Only a few had really been prepared for it, but I still had to give it out, no matter who cared about their grades. My favorite student, Aaron Grimm, had finished long ago, and was readi
Real MagicReal MagicReal Magic4 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Real Magic, not the card tricks, disappearing elephants or levitations, but Real Magic is both the easiest and the hardest thing one will ever do.
You can read all the books and learn Scott Cunningham and Silver RavenWolf by heart. You can buy the candles and make the wand. You can learn your Quarters and memorize the tarot. You can gather the crystals and build your altar. You can dress in your robes with your shiny pentacle and cast your circle. And just when you think you have learned it you discover something. You still don't know it.
What happened? You followed all the rules. You spoke the right words and used the proper color candle. You spent hours and days figuring out the right moon phase and perfect Deities to call. The props are there, the stage is set, and the dialogue is spoken to perfection. So how did it all go wrong?
Now you get to the hard part. Now you discover the real work. And when you start this part of your journey into
You're safeIt's a private war I fightYou're safe5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Learning what's really right
Those eyes make their mark
Tear my psyche apart
As I try to figure out who you are
You're watching shooting stars
The stress should kill me
But I've been here see
Circles come round and round
To the past I seem bound
No matter what I find
I distrust it with my mind
So I walk away from it all
build up a bigger wall
Past or present I am steel
No need to ever feel
Locked up and kept apart
No one will ever reach my heart
So you will remain safe
Just have a little faith
The Mirror When I hear the turn of the door knob, I know it must be Sophie because her dad and mom are already home. It's wonderful to see her again, she's the one that I can actually connect with, and I like her. Anyway, I'm also very anxious of being used; at least I'll be useful to someone. Right after, I hear a loud bang as she slams the door behind her. I could hear her soft weeping, and even though I can't see her yet, and shouldn't really be able to hear her, I can still connect and understand her sadden mood. The only thing that I see is the sink and the door. She quickly passes her parents and ushers straight towards methe mirror.The Mirror3 years ago in Drama More Like This
I can finally see her now: with the bruises, the blood, the pain, the sadness, and frustration all of it. I-I can't believe this is the Sophie that I see before me. I remember her as a cute little shy girl with beautiful long ivory black hair, eyes that reflect the moonlight, and her heart-warming smil
SWS- Theme: Heat haze Ice on the outside; fire within.SWS- Theme: Heat haze3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The Passion Within MeAs the lengthening days passThe Passion Within Me7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I stare out of the window
On the wind I can feel your presence
I smile while smelling the air.
I find my heart reaching over the distance,
Beyond the sea of turmoil and agony
Past the distance that seperates us,
I yearn to be there, in the longing dream....
As I sit and meditate to myself
I begin to realize this amazing feling,
The sensation of affection
Rash as it may seem----it seems so real
As an empath, I know emotion
Never have I felt so peaceful yet powerful
Only with your face in my mind....
Oh, how you are the dream...
Of that mystic walk in the forest,
The endless warmth of you in my arms,
The ability to be confident together around others,
The faith in looking toward love instead of lust,
The love to let you cry on my shoulder,
And the comfort of running my hands through your hair...
The dream can come true,
And only you have the power----
To make that a beautiful reality....
You are the mirror of myself
Never have I found this similarity
The Chameleon and the LeechDo you even remember which colors belong to you?The Chameleon and the Leech2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They shift, change, and undulate with unsettling constancy.
To the point where you've become a walking piece of meaningless, abstract art.
A regurgitation of everything you've ever seen..
Onto a canvas that isn't even your own.
You'll go so far as to lie.
To say you created a specific shade with your own hands.
When in reality it was stolen, without remorse, from someone else.
From someone who put years of heart, soul, and careful thought into blending it.
From someone who held it up to the light hundreds of times..
Smiling a little as it came closer and closer to the vision encased within their mind.
A vision you can emulate all you want..
You will never comprehend it.
You are the Chameleon.
Changing rapidly according to what ever surrounds you.
Eventually becoming so unlike yourself..
People can't even recognize the original shades you copied.
They begin to believe they came from you originally.
And you let them.
Know MeBreathe the glass into your splintered lungs, from the windows you shattered, from the veiw of an unknown origin, from a gasp of space, from the ancient rhythms of a loosened tongue. You parallel parked in place of my expectations, ran the riot of reasons through and thin, thick with clots. Now you have me at your throne, playing sour notes through a drunken lute, and sleeping at your shore; ready to sail. Breathe deeper, my frostbitten fiend, and make of these tides a swelling lung to fallow, for on the marrow I rise to meet you unmasked. And who, without his breath deep and full, can meet his maker with confidence?Would that you might know me even in your dreams, I would not steal your breath and grasp your heart as it strongly beats between my buckling joints, but since you must have needs to forget I will make my bed of nails in your eye; that you may know me... even in your sleep.Know Me7 years ago in Other More Like This
When I came to manifest, as the snake you imprisoned, you charmed my sway, a pendulous sleepwalk that
Mass Effect History AmonisMass Effect History Amonis4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Below is given a link to the VIDEO.
Training, Chapter 7The next day was almost miraculously calm. He did not think about his encounter with the Sniper all morning; instead his mind was full of nothing but work, of murder simple, swift, and clean. It was the perfect mindset for learning how to destroy raw, over-expressive Soldiers, which was what the Administrator had them focus on that day. There was no remarkable tumult in his mind, only streamlined, efficient deadliness. The pull of the trigger, the swish of the blade, the hiss of the cloaking devicethese were the only words that ran through his head. His thoughts remained this clear for hours, even during lunch.Training, Chapter 73 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Even when he saw Gavin.
The Sniper, for the first time in over a week, was sitting at their old table, looking defiant but just the tiniest bit nervous. He had out a bag of jerky too large for one person's meal, and had his aviators locked on the entrance to the mess. When they swung open, Gavin started to stir, but before he could rise from his seat the Spy breezed right