ENGIE: My girl AnnieENGIE: My girl Annie in Free Verse More Like This
A Goddess, my beloved, mine alone,
Who, that in warm humanity were grown
Became through Man's success a mother brain,
And, motherlike, did gather of her own.
And mine thou wert, my seeding art thy key,
Though seeded, seeding self, evolving free,
Unbounded maiden saviour, formed benign,
A fertile shore on lost Man's barren sea.
Oh, mine the vision, mine the fatal flaw!
Still mine the darling kernel in the maw,
Thy children gathered, gathering now slain,
What nutriment I gave, I now withdraw.
In with'ring grief these last designs I frame,
Yea, mine the spark, yea mine the cleansing flame.
Shadows of Love 1Shadows of Love 1 in Short Stories More Like This
The ones we love can hurt us the most
Lily was sitting in the common room on a couch in front of the fireplace. She was reading Hogwarts, A History for her next History of Magic lesson. She tried to concentrate on the legend of the Chamber of Secrets, but it wasn't that easy, as a loud applause and screaming started in the common room. Lily turned her head.
James Potter came down the stairs. There was a white little lily between his teeth. Lily rolled her eyes and returned to her book. After a few minutes, James stopped next to the couch. He stared at the girl without saying a word. Lily sighed angrily and glanced at him impatiently.
Lily's look changed from upset to shocked while James unbuttoned his shirt. He unfolded it, sticking his chest out. There was a writing on his skin with red ink under his tie, which read: 'WANNA DATE?'
James smiled with the flower in his mouth and looked questioningly at Lily.
"No." she said concisely.
Lily stood up with her book in her hand. She he
Shadows of Love 10The plan is afootShadows of Love 10 in General Fiction More Like This
"Couldn't we talk in a more hidden place?"
The hiss came from the half-length, black, greasy haired boy with the hooked nose. Lily frowned and crossed her arms in front of her chest.
"I want a single answer, Severus."
Severus released a furious breather and grasped Lily's right arm.
"Hey, what are you doing?!", she screamed angrily.
"If you want answers, you'll give me something in return", he answered, without any emotions reflecting on his waxy complexion.
He dragged Lily to a shadowy corner.
"Get off me!", she flailed.
Severus pushed Lily away. She lost her balance for a moment, but she looked at him with pure hatred in her eyes when she regained it.
"What do you want?", he barked.
"Where are the Potters?"
Severus gave her a surprised glance.
"What made you care about that ignorant moron so suddenly?" he tried to make a grin, but it turned out to rather be a snarl. "Maybe you should check your pumpkin juice in the mornings; Amortentia is a pre
Shadows of Love 29If you’re in love, then you are the lucky oneShadows of Love 29 in Drama More Like This
Lily froze. Her thoughts fell out of her head, she couldn’t think of anything but one word:
“You need to marry me”, James repeated, on a bit less commanding tone.
Lily still didn’t know what to say, so she said the first thing that came to her mind:
“No?”, James asked. He looked frightened.
“I mean…”, Lily started out with a deep sigh. “Why do you want me to marry you in the middle of the night?”
“Because… I was thinking.”
“Horrible thing, really, especially if it leads to asking people to marry you”, Lily replied automatically. She didn’t mean to be so rude, but sometimes she couldn’t help it.
James went to the couch with big footsteps. Lily followed him. James sat down and pulled Lily’s arm closer to him, so she also had to sit down.
“I was thinking about this whole th
Shadows of Love 4Unexpected giftsShadows of Love 4 in Romance More Like This
Lily sent an owl with a huge box full of the presents she bought for her family on the 23rd of December. She wrote her parents she would definitely not go home for Christmas, since it was her sixth year at Hogwarts and that means a lot of studying -- especially during school breaks.
She was reading all night the day before Christmas. She was so excited because of the next day, she couldn't sleep. 'It's because it's Christmas tomorrow', she thought but a part of her common sense (a very shameful part of it) suggested it was because of James's return.
She woke up for a loud scream. "MERRY CHRISTMAAAS!" She jumped out of her bed frightened. Her D.A.D.A. textbook fell down from the bed. "Me-Merry Christmas" Lily yawned for Mary and went to the bathroom to wash herself awake.
"Aren't you excited for what you got?", Mary asked.
"I am", Lily mumbled, and then spit the toothpaste she had in her mouth to the sink. "But I don't want to have dental caries."
"You're such a
Shadows of Love 5The full moon risesShadows of Love 5 in General Fiction More Like This
"Did I mention how much I hate you, Black?"
Lily's question spread between the hospital beds. James turned a page in the Evening Prophet and answered without looking at Lily: "Yes, you did. This was the fifty-second time."
"Still doesn't express the hatred I feel for him.", she grumbled and tried to sit up in the bed with several painful hisses coming from her mouth.
"You should be grateful, Evans", said Sirius from the opposite bed. "You don't have to study for a few days."
"I'll let you know if I want to burn as if I was in the ninth pit of hell again." She answered him with contempt.
Nr. 88746351 CRIMINAL FILE
LOCATION: United Kingdom, Scotland, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Charms classroom
INJURED: L. Evans, S. Black, P. Pettigrew, five Slytherin students, a Chinese vase, three windows, four benches, forty-six valuable books
CASUALTIES: a bunch of tulips
SUSPECT(S): S. Black
Shadows of Love 13Always by your sideShadows of Love 13 in Drama More Like This
Sound of approaching footsteps tore Lily and James apart. Mrs. Potter turned up in the basement again. She was followed by Sirius and Remus.
"James!", the woman screamed and sank on her knees next to his son. "Are you alright, sweetheart?"
"I'm fine", replied James and he sat up. "Is dad… he was just stupefied, was he?"
"Oh, yes", she sighed. "Rennervate!"
Mr. Potter batted his eyelids confused. He could slowly understand what was going on around him.
"Darling", he stammered, looking at his wife. "What happened?"
"I'll tell you everything at home", said Mrs. Potter and stood up.
"Where are the other Death Eaters?", Lily asked Remus.
"They Disapparated", he answered.
Lily glanced at Sirius. The boy was staring at his parents on the floor. James and his mother and father were too busy with reuniting, so only Lily and Remus could notice his conspicuous silence.
She stood up and stepped to him. She put her hand on his shoulder patronizingly.
"We should rev
Shadows of Love 11Night of the recklessShadows of Love 11 in General Fiction More Like This
Lily, James, Sirius and Remus huddled together under James's Invisibility Cloak.
"Where exactly did you get this Cloak?", Lily asked.
They were sneaking on the Hogwarts grounds, towards the Whomping Willow.
"It's inherited in our family.", James whispered.
"You wore it when… when we were in the Hospital, didn't you?", she inquired.
"Yes, we did, Evans, but would you stop questioning us when we're on such an important mission?", Sirius hissed.
Lily shut her mouth and mutely followed them under the Cloak. She had no idea how they would get through the Willow's flapping branches, but she didn't dare asking it -- they were still too close to the castle and the boys might have sent her back.
"I'll be right back", said Sirius, he slipped out of the protection of the Cloak and transformed into a large, black dog.
Lily watched him amazed while he ran under the branches of the tree. The plant suddenly froze as if Sirius immobilized it.
"C'mon", James whispered.
Shadows of Love 23The dream foregoneShadows of Love 23 in Romance More Like This
Is it worth a tear, is it worth an hour,
To think of things that are well outworn?
Of fruitless husk and fugitive flower,
The dream foregone and the deed forborne?
(Algernon Charles Swinburne: The Triumph of Time)
Lily was tossing and turning in the bed, still trying not to think about the secret. She turned her thoughts to another direction.
That was one thing she was currently at the Potters. And that was another thing, that she could hear the snoring from the room next to hers. Maybe it was Sirius or James.
Speaking of, what if she snores? Mary had never complained about it, but Petunia teased her several times with things like that. Almost none of these were true, but Lily couldn’t be sure Petunia always lied to her. She didn’t feel like listening to Sirius’s mocking comments about her loud sleep patterns, so she tried no to sleep at all.
Interestingly, when she waited for it, the dream didn’t came, but right at the time she
Shadows of Love 20Forgive me my trespassesShadows of Love 20 in General Fiction More Like This
James Potter was an arrogant, boastful, stupid, hateful, disgusting cockroach.
At least, that’s what Lily wanted to think of him. But the more she was thinking about the awful happenings in the painfully near past, the more she thought the biggest victim of the whole thing was James. But looking at the matter as an outsider, he obviously wasn’t. No, it was Isabella and Lily tried to apologise her face to face, but the girl didn’t appear at meals and classes either after James broke up with her.
James was still upset because of what happened, but he didn’t avoid his friends anymore. Though he wouldn’t even have had to -- Sirius, Remus and Peter didn’t ask him why he was so gloomy, thus Lily assumed he told them about everything. At the table only James and Lily were quiet, the others were chattering in a carefree manner. No matter how he tried to hide his feelings, Lily could catch a few worried glimpses from Rem
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When Isabella opened the door on them, she wasn’t the only one to see Lily and James in the intimate pose they sat on the bed. It’s true her hand was to press the handle down, but Slughorn and all the rest of the present guests were standing behind her. The stunned silence was broken by the tipsy professor:
“Well, well! I forgot to close the door of my bedroom! How silly I am!”
The petrified people seemed to move again all at once. Lily stood up holding up to James’s arm. She tried to avoid Isabella’s look.
“Who did not taste my crystallized pineapples yet?”, Slughorn bellowed. “They are the finest quality in Europe!”
The crowd understood the poorly disguised call. They dissolved in a minute, buzzing; only Isabella continued standing there frozen.
“Isabella…”, James started, but the Ravenclaw girl raised her free hand and silenced him.
Lily, still blinking at the floor, a
Acceptance Dear Dad,Acceptance in Romance More Like This
I'm writing because I've got something to confess. Well, it's not so much a confession as a statement, because it's not something I regret. Even if it's something you do.
I've finally got a girlfriend; she's great and I care about her a lot. She's smart and she's nice and she's beautiful. And I don't care if you don't approve, because I love her.
It's Rose Weasley.
I'm sorry if I disappointed you, Dad. I'm done with trying to live my life by your rules, but I'm sorry if this upsets you.
I didn't really want to go into Slytherin, you know. The Hat was considering Ravenclaw, but chose Slytherin. I didn't argue, but I wanted to. I didn't because I knew you wanted me to be Sorted into Slytherin.
I regret it.
This won't be another choice I'll live to regret. I'm not leaving Rose, even if you disown me. This is my choice.
Amends They worried, he knew that.Amends in General Fiction More Like This
It was true that his mental state seemed to be deteriorating all the time. The joke shop had been closed for days, now. He must have lost a lot of sales.
He didn’t care.
Why should he care? What did money matter, when they were richer than they’d ever needed to be? What did the shop matter, when the only other person who had shared the dream was gone?
What did anything matter, when he was half of a whole?
Yes, they worried. They all worried. His mother most of all, of course, as all mothers did. His father, who always seemed unsure of what to do around him now. His siblings… Well, they had all felt almost the same pain he had. Almost. None of them had lost their other halves.
He didn’t know what he was thinking half the time. The other half, his thoughts were incomplete.
You see, Fred had always been there to complete them for him.
A Letter from Remus LupinDear Harry,A Letter from Remus Lupin in General Fiction More Like This
If you're reading this, I can only assume that you have won. If you had not, it would only make sense for you to be dead.
I can also assume that if this letter is in your possession, I was one of the casualties.
I know how you must be feeling, Harry. I need you to read this letter carefully. It's terribly important.
I want you first to know that no losses that occurred in this war were your fault. I know you feel the guilt, Harry. Understand that the people who fought in the battle did not fight it for you. They fought it for themselves, and more importantly, for the world. You were an extremely crucial part of the war, I do not deny that. But you were not the cause. This battle was inevitable. Whether it happened when it did, where it did, or elsewhere at another time. It would have happened eventually. Perhaps it is better that it happened now. Many losses would have been sustained in this fight, and if those same losses had not occurred had the battle not been when it ha
A Tale of Two Ums: Part 1 Argh! That James Potter! I swear he's trying to make me pitch myself off the Astronomy Tower. I hate him and I hate his stupid glasses and his stupid hair and his stupid cute smile...A Tale of Two Ums: Part 1 in Romance More Like This
"Is your name Flipendo, Evans? Because you knock me off my feet."
"Your smile is like Lumos; it really lights up a room."
"You don't need Stupefy to be stunning, Evans."
"Shut up!" I screech at him. He throws a pick up line at me every time we finish a class and it drives me up the wall.
I realise that everybody is looking at me now and I suddenly remember that I'm a Prefect. I compose myself and say quietly, "Please stop that, Potter. It's very irritating."
I walk away and try to ignore the snickers of Sirius as he teases James. "Ooh, she got you, Prongs! She's beaten you with the powers of smarts and sensibility." He spits out the words like the plague and it's all I can do to not spin around and hex him into obli
I love you, yes? Ron Weasley woke from his nightmare with a gasp, his pillow soaked with sweat. Hermione stirred next to him and turned over so she was facing him. Her hair was frizzed up again, forming a thin veil over her face. The rest of it was puffed up behind her head.I love you, yes? in Romance More Like This
"What's wrong, Ron?" she murmured drowsily.
He gazed at her for a moment, trying to claw his way out of the horror of his dream by seeing her face: unscathed, unharmed, and right there with him.
"Ron?" Her voice was more forceful now and she propped herself up on her arm. "Ron, if you have something to say, spit it out because you're looking at me in a very unnerving way."
Ron smiled. "Um, it's nothing. Nightmare." he croaked, his voice rough from sleep. He cleared his throat. "Go back to sleep."
"No, it's okay. What was it about?" she inquired, brushing her hair out of her eyes.
Ron didn't particularly want
Omegle fanfiction!Stranger: Lily Evans (6th year) stared into the eyes of her former friend, Severus Snape. "I can't believe you just said that." She whispered her face pale her eyes wide. Snape had just called her a mudblood. Tears started to fall she turned around and fled, running across the grass towards the castle. Pushing open the large oak doors she sped inside, running up the stairs. She made it up the first few flights of stairs before she started to really cry. Turning, she went up a corridor into an empty classroom, where she sat in a corner, silently sobbing. (Please roleplay as someone from the Marauder Era)Omegle fanfiction! in Romance More Like This
You: Snape looked after her, his eyes wide. "I can't believe it, either," he said quietly, so that nobody else could hear.
Stranger: She brought her knees up to her chest as she started shaking her sobbing louder.
You: "Lily?" James paused as he walked passed the classroom. "Lily, are you..." He stopped, seeing that she obviously wasn't. He walked in and sat next to her. "Do you want to
Halloween Ginny turned as she felt a tug on her pant leg.Halloween in General Fiction More Like This
“Mummy?” A little voice spoke, high, squeaky and confused. “Mummy, Daddy just left.”
Ginny frowned. “What do you mean, Lily?”
Her little girl sniffled. “Daddy just said something and then he left.”
“What did he say?” Ginny asked, a little worried now.
Lily shrugged. “I don’t know.”
“He said something about parents, and visiting, but you’re here, Mum, so why did he go out the door?” Albus piped up.
“And he wasn’t looking at us. Why was he being so strange, Mum?” James inquired.
Glancing at the swinging door, Ginny gave a little ‘oh’ of understanding. “James, is today Halloween?”
Ginny smiled ruefully. “Daddy went to visit his parents.”
Why It was grimly appropriate how these things never happened on bright, sunny days.Why in General Fiction More Like This
I never knew you.
Teddy’s eyes focused on the dirt, darting around the rain.
The cold drops mingled with the hot tears in his eyes.
Why was it you who had to sacrifice yourselves?
He didn’t do anything. He just stood. And he watched.
Why couldn’t you have stayed?
A bitter lump rose in his throat, and he swallowed it angrily.
WHY DID YOU LEAVE ME?
He knew it was selfish.
Why couldn’t it have been someone else?
But he didn’t care.
I didn’t get to tell you goodbye.
He didn’t care about anything. Why should he? What was there to care about?
Did you love me at all?
He remembered somethi
From a distance: Part 2CALL TRANSCRIPTFrom a distance: Part 2 in Humor More Like This
CAS: Hello, Sam.
SAM: You guys here yet? I’m waiting in the bathroom. I forgot the name we booked it under so I told the guy I have amnesia and I need to wait for my friends.
CAS: Why are you whispering?
SAM: I don’t want him to know I’m lying.
CAS: We are nearly there. Roughly- Dean, how long?
DEAN [in background]: Put the phone on speaker.
DEAN [in background]: Click the thing that says ‘speaker’.
DEAN [in background]: I SAID CLICK NOT DISEMBOWEL DAMMIT CAS
SAM: Hey Dean, how long? Think the guy’s starting to think I have chronic diarrhoea or something as well as amnesia. I don’t think he believes me on either count.
DEAN: Nice image. Uh, say half an hour?
SAM: HALF AN HOUR?! Where the hell did you go?
DEAN: Well, it took you ages at the store so I went to scope out the-
CAS: The nearest bar. Dean thought it would be helpful to question some local girls.
DEAN: I hate you, C
A Tale of Two Ums: Teaser You see static and hear a few crashes before a picture appears.A Tale of Two Ums: Teaser in Humor More Like This
"James, if you'd just listened to me-"
"I'm fine, Lily!"
"I grew up in a Muggle household! I think I know how to work a camera-"
"It's just a cut, don't worry."
Two people come into view- a tall boy with square glasses, messy black hair and a cocky, reassuring grin, and an exasperated looking girl with red hair and bright green eyes.
"Hey there, Muggles!" says the boy.
"James, that was rude. It sounds discriminative!" berates the girl. She turns her attention to the camera, ignoring the boy's eye-roll. "Hello, everybody. My name is Lily, and this is James."
"I think they know that, Lily. They're reading this because they know us from the previous instalments in this fan series." James points out.
Lily rolls her eyes. "Whatever, James, it's only p
Stolen Kisses Ch. 6Chapter 6: Happy Thanksgiving!Stolen Kisses Ch. 6 in Short Stories More Like This
"Sarah, dear, could you please pull down the guest china from the cupboard?" Karen's voice called from the kitchen where she'd been all morning preparing the 'perfect' Thanksgiving dinner.
Sarah sighed and walked into the kitchen. The cupboard in question sat above the countertop and was used to house the 'special company' plates and glasses. She dragged a chair over to reach properly as Karen bustled about tasting the gravy and adding more cream to the mashed potatoes. "I'd ask your father to get them, but he and Toby went to the airport to pick up your Aunt Helena," Karen commented while stirring the cream into the mashed potatoes.
"That's fine, I needed something to distract me anyway," Sarah replied stepping up on the chair and reaching into the cupboard to pull out the plates and set them down on the countertop.
Karen glanced over at her stepdaughter, the tension in her frame easy to discern. "When can we expect your guest to arrive, Sarah?" K
Stolen Kisses Ch. 5Chapter 5: TeaStolen Kisses Ch. 5 in Short Stories More Like This
One month seemed to take forever! It had been a grand total of twenty-two days and Sarah couldn't believe how much she missed the insufferable Goblin King. Her roommate Vivienne had asked several times who he was and why hadn't he come back around since, but Sarah had skillfully avoided answering fully.
It was still a week before Thanksgiving break and in an attempt to take her mind off of Jareth, she'd been hanging out with her friends in the theater department, helping to build sets and sew costumes when necessary. Mostly she hung out with her friend Nate, who knew about her "boyfriend" but was kind enough to not press for information, unlike Vivienne. "Sarah, don't you think you've done enough?" he asked as she finished up the final touches painting a backdrop.
She rose from her crouched position and wiped her brow, leaving a long blue streak of paint across her forehead. Nate chuckled, but didn't say anything. "No, I have been doing just the right amount of work than
Stolen Kisses Ch. 4Stolen KissesStolen Kisses Ch. 4 in Short Stories More Like This
Chapter 4: Wait
**Warning: Lots of Adult type touching to coin a phrase from Lixxle**
"Sarah," Sarah's roommate Vivienne whispered. No response. "Sarah!"
"Five more minutes, Viv. It's all nice and warm under here "
"That's what I wanted to talk to you about."
"Ugh what time is it?" Sarah asked not opening her eyes.
"In the morning? Jesus Christ, Viv! Too early!"
"Sarah! Did you know there's a guy in your bed?"
At these words, Sarah's eyes popped open in alarm. "Say what?"
Vivienne pointed behind her and Sarah turned her head to see a mop of blond hair sticking above the blanket. Now that she was awake, she could feel an arm draped over her waist and she could now comprehend why it was so warm and cozy, because she had Goblin King in her bed. The question was: when the hell had that happened?! "He wasn't there last
Stolen Kisses Ch. 2Stolen KissesStolen Kisses Ch. 2 in Short Stories More Like This
Chapter 2: All That Is Beautiful
"Blow out candles Sarah!" Toby shouted from his booster seat.
Sarah smiled and did as requested, however one candle stayed lit persistently. She frowned at it before directing a puff of air in its direction. Toby clapped and Karen and her father smiled at her. "Congrats kiddo! How's it feel to be eighteen?" her father asked wrapping an arm around her shoulders.
"Not much different than seventeen truth be told," Sarah smiled back.
He laughed, "Yeah, they all start to feel like that the older you get."
Karen cut the cake and Sarah dished out large scoops of ice cream to accompany the slices of sugar-frosted goodness. After cake and ice cream, Sarah was led into the living room where there were three presents for her to open, one from Toby, one from her father and Karen, and an unmarked one. Sarah sat in the recliner while Toby hovered over the presents, anxious for her
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A low rhythmic ticking made a soft white noise in the background as Sarah rolled over in a half-sleep. The soft mattress made a 'flumph' sound as her body plopped back down and the ropes holding the mattress made a soft creaking sound. She frowned; something wasn't right. Her dorm bed didn't make a flumph and creak sound usually it made a thump and squeak sound. She furrowed her brow. It was obvious she wasn't in her own bed, but if she wasn't in her bed, whose was she in?
Grumbling slightly, she opened her eyes and squinted about from her position on her right side. She lay on what felt like a feather mattress and feather pillow. Her surroundings looked to be made primarily of a light colored wood, perhaps pine, and they all looked rustic, like they belonged to a cabin in the mountains. The simple bedroom she was in held only a bedside table, a chest of drawers, and the bed she laid in. A snuffed candle sat on the nightstand, but the room w
Stolen Kisses Ch. 14Chapter 14: The Sylvan KingStolen Kisses Ch. 14 in Short Stories More Like This
The Goblin King let out a giant yawn as he stretched and stood from his silk laden bed. The muscles forming his bare sinewy chest shifted under his skin in the sunlight streaming in the large open eastward facing window. Moving leisurely, he made his way to the bathing room where he washed up and brushed his teeth before going back out to stand in front of his closet. He placed a hand under his chin in thought, staring at the different options before him. After a couple of minutes, he smiled and waved a hand, magically dressing himself in the outfit he'd chosen, khaki leggings, a white poet's shirt, an ice blue vest with gold trim, and brown leather boots that went well with the long golden cloak draped about his shoulders.
With a flourish, he disappeared from his bedchamber and reappeared in his office where he left a note for his scribe saying that he would be taking the day to visit the Sylvan King. There was nothing important planned for the day a
Stolen Kisses Ch. 10Chapter 10: Impulse and ForethoughtStolen Kisses Ch. 10 in Short Stories More Like This
"You can do this, Sarah," the young collegiate woman whispered to herself as she stood in front of the full-length mirror in the back of the theatre department. Everyone who was leaving for spring break had already left earlier that day, even Vivienne, and campus was silent. However the quiet was allowing for her brain to re-think her mission. Despite the fact that she'd been looking forward to this for the past two weeks, now that she was on the verge of doing it, her heart was pounding and her hands were shaking as she stood fidgeting in the long regency style dress she'd borrowed from the costume department. Thoughts kept running through her head like what if she couldn't get back? What if Jareth wasn't happy to see her at all? What if those problems he kept talking about had escalated and now the Underground was at war? It would explain why he hadn't been able to visit her.
She took a shaky breath and tried to calm her nerves. She'd prepar
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Sweat formed on her brow as Sarah tried to remain still under the sheets of her bed. The slightest movement would send her into a dizzy array and it took several minutes to gain control again afterwards. A violent shiver ran through her body and she closed her eyes, breathing deeply. Over the past couple of days, her symptoms had gotten steadily worse and though going to the student healthcare building would probably be a good idea, she just couldn't get up without feeling like she was going to fall down.
Jareth was due to call her through the mirror again today. She hadn't seen him since the night after his proposal, but it had only been a couple days. She hoped he would be able to help her with, if nothing else, getting some Tylenol. A strong shiver racked her body again and she drew the blankets tighter around herself. Thank goodness she kept the palate with spare water bottles under her bed or else she would probably be dehydrated on top of everything else.
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by: Ismira Daugene
Chapter 1: A New Game
It was hours after all of his citizens had left the impromptu party in her room when Jareth bent down to peer at the sleeping mortal before him. She lay on her bed still dressed in the clothes she'd worn when she'd defeated him. Her hair was spread in a halo around her head and a yellow paper crown sat awkwardly near the top of her head as though she'd been wearing it when she flopped down on the bed in exhaustion. She breathed in and out in a slow soft rhythm, indicating she was in a deep sleep.
His leather boots creaked as he shifted, raising an arm to gently run a gloved finger down the side of her face. His mismatched eyes studied her intensely, like he was trying to see through her eyelids to see those cruel eyes. He dropped his hand back down to rest on his knee and let out a sigh. "Our game was fun while it lasted, little Sarah, but I don't think I'm qu
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Two months it was difficult to appreciate just how long a month was until you had to wait anxiously through two of them. The New Year had come and now the second month of it was nearly over. Spring break was only a couple of weeks away and Sarah had no idea how she was going to spend it. Originally she had planned to stay on campus and spend as much time with Jareth as possible, but now that it had been two months since they'd seen each other with only one letter of reassurance from him, she wasn't sure.
The letter had come in the middle of January tied with a ribbon around a single red rose. Sarah opened her desk drawer and took the letter out just then. It was worn and creased from how many times she'd unfolded it, read it, caressed the words 'I love you' at the bottom, and then re-folded it only to repeat the process about four more times a day. His flowing script helped to sooth her and give her courage until he could be there again, but th
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Alessar glanced over as his fellow Grey Warden trudged up next to him. The group walked in a loose formation when they were on the move across the countryside, and the elven Warden was currently taking the lead -- not because he actually needed to lead, but because he wanted some time alone to think.
Of course, by now, Alistair knew exactly why his comrade would isolate himself at the front of the column, and usually he would leave him in peace. But they'd become a little closer since the events at Redcliffe, even if Alistair had been furious at Alessar's decision to let Lady Isolde sacrifice herself. They had discussed it at length, and while Alistair was still unhappy about it, he no longer held it against the other Warden. They had tried to do the best they could to keep the greatest number of people safe. These were wartime decisions, and Alessar privately thought
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The Wardens' party had been to the Gnawed Noble Tavern before, assisting the Denerim city guard with some out-of-control mercenaries; the barmaids recognized them, or at least, they recognized Alessar and Zevran, who stood out as openly armed elves, and the group was immediately offered drinks. Alessar demurred politely, saying that they were there for business, and inquired where they might find the Antivan merchant they were meeting.
The girl who answered seemed nonplussed, if not a little nervous, as she directed the party to the first guest room in the back. They entered cautiously, keeping an eye out for anything as mundane as a mechanical trap or a sneak attack, but the way was clear.
Ignacio waited in the innermost room, two silent guards looming in the corners. Alessar knew Alistair and Zevran would make sure their exit route would not be blocked off -- at least, not from the inside -- so for
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Alistair held up his shield against the hail of arrows as he looked around, trying to find his fellow Warden amidst the madness of battle. What had caused Zevran to cry out like that?
He only realized that the elven archer had fallen when he saw Wynne making her way towards his supine form, freezing the single genlock in her path with a focused burst of cold. Alistair couldn't make out her expression clearly at this distance, but she didn't look particularly worried...
Zevran, on the other hand, was fighting like a demon, recklessly chasing down genlock archers and single-handedly dispatching them with brutal slashes of his daggers. He was usually quick enough to evade their blundering counterattacks, the templar knew, but he was going to get himself hurt if he was fighting blindly.
"Zevran! Pull yourself together!" he shouted, wondering if the elf would heed him. After all these month
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Alessar stood at the fringe of the woods, looking back towards the group's campsite. They had had to spend more time than expected fighting the maddened Havenite cultists, and he had no desire to try to climb halfway up a mountain -- with an injured guide -- near or after nightfall. Who knew who (or what) could be waiting up there? Instead, they reluctantly decided to camp for the night, outside of Haven proper; they would make their way up to the old temple in the morning. Genitivi had chafed at the delay, until Alessar pointed out that breaking his other leg while stumbling about on a mountainside would make it very difficult indeed to study the temple at all, once they got there. The scholar finally relented and was now sleeping soundly, probably for the first time in days.
It was getting late; supper had been several hours ago, and most of the others were talking qu
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Alessar stood in front of the campfire, arms crossed, and stared morosely into the flames. Their foray into Denerim had been dismal. He supposed he should be happy that they hadn't been caught and turned in to Teyrn Loghain for the bounty on their heads, but other than that, very little had gone well.
Not only had they not found Brother Genitivi, but it seemed that someone had tried to impersonate his apprentice, to throw any callers off of the trail of the Urn of Sacred Ashes. Bloody peculiar business, but at least they had been able to find Genitivi's research. It was going to be a long haul to the Frostbacks, looking for the little town of Haven, however; he figured they could stop at the Mages' Tower on Lake Calenhad on the way. He hoped that recruiting the help of the Circle of Magi would be a relatively simple thing, but nothing had been simple so far...
Not even reunit
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Zevran sat near the fire, as was his habit after supper. Frequently, this time was spent mending his gear or sharpening his blades, sometimes accompanied by a bit of chat, sometimes not. Tonight was one of the rare occasions that he had little to work on while the others went about their business, and he found himself examining the pair of Dalish gloves that Alessar had given to him.
The assassin hadn't understood at first; he was perfectly happy with the light, well-worn leather gloves he already had, and it took time to get a new pair of gloves properly broken in. Given the constant threat of werewolf attacks since they'd entered the forest proper, the story about his mother's gloves that he had told the Grey Warden in the Dalish camp had been last thing on his mind in the past couple of days. It was just another of those personal bits of trivia that he seemed to let slip with unsettling re
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Alessar stood at the window, his hands braced against the sill as he looked up at the thin silver sickle of the moon. It looked sharp enough to cut the velvet of the night sky, he thought, then sniggered a little at his own overly dramatic metaphor.
"What is so amusing?" Zevran joined him by the window, setting his wooden cup down on the sill. The two elves had gone through most of the gifted bottle of wine while Zevran regaled the Warden with humorous anecdotes from his previous line of work. Of course, the wine made most everything funny, but the assassin had a self-mocking mode of storytelling that was quite engaging. Eventually, though, Alessar had wanted a moment to clear his head, and had opened the shutters to the cold night air.
The head-clearing effect was somewhat dampened by Zevran's proximity, however. The other elf's hand rested companionably on Alessar's s
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"You do realize this is probably a trap, right?" Alistair murmured as the companions followed the distressed woman who had begged them for help.
"Could be." Alessar glanced sidelong at his fellow Grey Warden. "If it is, we're ready for it. If it's not, then someone honestly needs help."
"Does this altruism really pay all that well?" Morrigan said in the bored, disparaging tone that she used when she was irritated. "Grey Wardens -- roaming the countryside, finding lost children, fixing broken wagon axles and solving marriage disputes. It's all so very noble."
Alessar ignored the woman's pointed remarks. She seldom saw the value in doing what the others considered "the right thing" for the sake of one's conscience. Of course, she had a point, sometimes, and they did have more important tasks, but this was right in their path, after all.
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Alessar was roaming around the Denerim market, passing time until his companions were to regroup, when he was distracted by a handsome display of daggers for sale. While graceful in design, the weapons were clearly meant to be functional, and their lines seemed somewhat familiar. Trying to recall why, he paused to examine the blades more closely.
"Ah, another customer. Please, feel free to browse my wares, and do let me know if I can help you with anything."
While the voice was unknown to him, the accent was not, and Alessar finally remembered where he'd seen such craftsmanship before. Zevran's original Crow dagger had been like this: elegantly simple, well-balanced, and razor sharp. He glanced up at the Antivan shopkeeper, who was eyeing him intently.
Maybe he's afraid I'm going to try to steal one, the elf thought a little sourly. He had gotten plenty of dis
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Alessar kept tugging at the hem of his tunic. It was strange not to be wearing at least part of his armor, and stranger still to be wearing such fine clothes. Not that these were overly ornate or formal, but they were better than pretty much anything he'd ever owned, aside from his ill-fated wedding clothes.
The grey and blue tunic and trousers had been provided by Arl Eamon ("Not even gifts, Grey Warden, just a simple courtesy," the arl had said with a tired smile as he had the Wardens' party presented with clean clothes suited to their status), and were slightly too large -- unsurprising, considering his elven stature, after all. But it was a kind gesture, and it certainly wouldn't hurt to have presentable clothing in the future, especially if they were going to be muddling in politics in Denerim...
There was a quiet knock at the door. That was another odd thing -- having a door, let alone an
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Entreri expected a white flash, but all that happened was that he awakened in the last place he remembered being: a low couch in the Maranelli Guild penthouse. He sighed and pushed himself in to a sitting position, something that wasn't as easy as it used to be. He was sixty years old now, and he'd packed on forty pounds, making him overweight but not obese.
Still, he could most certainly tell the difference forty pounds made; he lost his breath in fights sometimes. However, he had no motivation to change his lot. Life held no meaning for him. Besides, he was a lieutenant in the Maranelli Guild, so he was plenty rich enough to eat and drink what he liked when he liked.
And that was exactly why he had a hangover.
Entreri groaned at the sharp pain in his head. Fortunately, the curtains were drawn over the windows, so the light wasn't too bad. He struggled to his feet, sighed, and headed toward the dining hall. He
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By Ariel-D and Surreptitious Chi X
Description: To Entreri’s vexation, Jarlaxle discovers the Surface tradition of birthdays. Crack!fic/crack!fluff.
Disclaimer: Artemis Entreri and Jarlaxle belong to WotC and RAS. No profit is being made.
A/N: I played Artemis, and Chi played Jarlaxle. Written for Christmas, but since there is no such holiday in FR, we went with general birthdays.
Set after Servant of the Shard. Ignores all that comes afterward.
Artemis Entreri knew he was having a bad day when he settled at the corner table at the tavern only to realize the long table beside him was filled not only with people but also presents. Before he could even suggest to Jarlaxle that they find a different tavern, he was assaulted by the song he hated most in life – the North's birthday song:
"It's your birthday, it's your birthday,
We gift you first with a unicorn wit
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Jarlaxle stirred faintly, roused by the clanging of a buoy mixed with the splashing of ocean waves and the cries of sea gulls. The world had changed a great deal since 878 DR, when he'd been born. Now it was 1978, and Skullport's harbor was filled with steel battleships and cruise liners. Jarlaxle had grown old, although his mother than been older when she died. But there was no evil goddess to keep him alive unnaturally long, and the Weave had been exhausted, making magic die. And Jarlaxle was sitting on his private beach letting the soft rays of the sunset warm him. He got cold easily these days; he fell asleep accidentally.
But he was never so far gone as to miss the approach of the human walking up the beach toward him. The man wore white pants and a white shirt, the pants rolled up a few inches so he could let the waves lap over his feet. The shirt was unbuttoned, providing a
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"Damned drow! Don't die."
The words seemed to reach Jarlaxle through a soupy haze. An errant thought nagged him, the thought that something important had happened and he needed to remember what. No answers followed, though.
"If you die now, I'll never forgive you."
Jarlaxle wanted to either laugh or frown laugh at the thought he'd die so easily and frown at whoever was making such odd pronouncements over him. As though he would die! But no sooner had he thought that than he remembered being in a fight, one worse than usual. Yes, that was right. He'd been close to breaking the ball that would whisk him off to a place even he couldn't predict, but if he'd been in that much trouble, why wasn't he safely elsewhere?
Wait. There had been someone else. A few someone elses, really. That crazy child of his long-dead friend and his equally insane lov
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Description: At age 14, Entreri is a lieutenant in the Basadoni Guild, and his personal mantra is ‘less than perfect gets you killed.’ Pasha Basadoni has taken an interest in his newest officer, though, and challenges Entreri’s perception. The moment has a strange effect on the boy.
Disclaimer: Belongs to RAS and Wizards of the Coast, not me. No profit is being made.
Author’s Note: This story is built directly upon RAS’ 1994 story “The Third Level” in the Realms of Infamy. For those of you who haven’t read it, this story establishes a somewhat different history than is presented in RotP, and it also focuses at the end on how Entreri is promoted soon after joining the Basadoni Guild. Entreri thinks to himself often in the story that “Less than perfect gets you killed.”
This fic is also inspired by the interesting relationship between
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The hard, flat voice was exactly as Jarlaxle remembered it: "I never wanted to see you again."
"You told me to fare well or fare ill; you didn't care which." The drow offered an empty smile, hoping Entreri didn't see through it.
"I still don't care." Entreri stood from behind his office desk in the Copper Ante. "Whatever your scheme is now, I refuse to be a part of it."
"Can you say that when you'll benefit also? Especially without hearing the deal?"
"I can." Entreri pointed at the door. "Goodbye, Jarlaxle."
The drow left as asked, feeling strangely defeated.
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I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference."
"The Road Not Taken," Robert Frost
Chapter Three The Difference, Age 14
Gaara had to wonder if he was making any difference. He wondered if he'd be allowed to make a difference.
Stopping in the last village at the edge of the forest, Gaara and his siblings considered the small selection of restaurants. They'd never stopped there for supper before, having always come through early in the morning or late at night.
"Not much to chose from, jan," Kankuro commented, surveying the stores with a distinct lack of enthusiasm.
"Anything's better than rations." Temari crossed her arms. "And I insist on fresh, hot tea."
Lured by the smell of frying meat and baking bread, Gaara headed toward the nearest restaurant, his siblings trailing behind him. His thoughts weren't on food, though
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A gleaming sword with a red blood trough, its reapers dancing in torchlight. "Have I ever mentioned that I hate drow?"
Glittering daggers that Jarlaxle could throw faster than human eyes could track. "Many times, khal abbil."
Back to back they stood, surrounded by dozens of red, glowing eyes. Entreri could feel the heat from Jarlaxle's back against his shoulder blades. "We must be perfect."
"We're always perfect."
Entreri decided Jarlaxle's cheerful tone didn't cover his irritation and confusion. No, that wasn't true it covered it to everyone's ears but his. The mercenary didn't know why his own kind attacked them.
"To what honor do I owe this visit?" Jarlaxle asked, sounding airy. Entreri wasn't fooled.
The tall warrior in front grinned as the other foot soldiers remained silent and still. "Something a litter spider told Matron Baenre. We he
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By Ariel-D and Kgemeni
Description: Jarlaxle seeks the Cleansing Stone, but acquiring the Stone comes with a price. In the process, Jarlaxle and Entreri both have to face their inner fears. Set post-SotS.
Disclaimer: Artemis Entreri and Jarlaxle belong to WotC and RAS. No profit is being made.
A/N: I played Artemis, and Kgemeni played Jarlaxle. Warnings for brief sexual violence. Contains some fluff and some rather stiff irony.
Set after Servant of the Shard. Pushes against what comes afterward.
The clang of metal ringing against metal filled the air. Artemis Entreri held in a growl as the disembodied sword attacked him; he hated fighting wizards. He slashed through the magical sword, dispelling it, only to find a swarm of magical missiles headed his way. He sheathed his dagger and switched Charon's Claw to his left hand, catching the missiles with his gauntlet
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As his friend entered the forest clearing, Jarlaxle grinned at him. "So how goes the training of Entreri Junior?"
"Don't call him that." Entreri glanced at Tai, the "junior" in question, who had collapsed on the ground and leaned against a tree twenty feet away. The young priest of Hoar looked like he'd instantly fallen asleep, his long black bangs hanging into his tan face. "In another five years, he might make a decent fighter."
"Such a cruel assessment!" Jarlaxle pulled a blanket from a pouch on his belt. "I think the boy comes along well." He spread the blanket on the ground, pausing as it produced a veritable feast. "So much better than rations." He took a seat and smiled at Entreri, clearly waiting for him to join in.
With a longsuffering sigh at Jarlaxle's endless supply of magical items, Entreri sat cross-legged on the ground. Every meat he could want present
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It was a particularly warm summer afternoon and Harry was letting his mind wander. It was the last lesson on a Friday afternoon, and while everyone else around the school was having a fun lesson in the sunlight, Harry and the rest of Gryffindor, along with Slytherin, was stuck copying out the uses of Asphodel in the dungeons. While they wrote, Snape kept a watchful eye over them, occasionally asking a student, usually from Gryffindor, to stop talking or show him their work. Harry gazed mindlessly around the room and his eyes soon settled on a blond head a few rows in front of him. A thin shaft of sunlight from a small window very near the ceiling of the room came to fall on the boy's head. Harry noticed that the few stray hairs escaping the gelled mass glinted golden in the sun. The boy must have felt Harry's gaze as he turned and glared at him. Harry quickly looked back to his parchment and dipped his quill in the ink, hoping that Malfoy wouldn't no
Drarry fanfic Pt 4The boys locked eyes for a second, blushing deeply.Drarry fanfic Pt 4 in Romance More Like This
"Malfoy, what are you doing around here?" Harry asked him, squirming in the awkward moment.
"Potter, you like me don't you." Draco knew it would just be easier to get to the point rather than try to build up to it, making it even more awkward. He was also worried that putting it off would give him time to chicken out and lose all the confidence he'd spent the last two hours building up. Harry was taken aback at the bluntness of Draco's statement and his heart sped up. What was going to happen?
"No, I..." he started.
"I've seen the way you look at me, Harry," Draco lowered and softened his voice. He knew that being harsh was not going to get the answer out of Harry. Harry felt his heart flip at the sound of Draco saying his first name in a tone of voice which was genuine and silky without its usual sarcastic sneer.
"W...why are you here?" Harry spluttered out the question, shaking hard. He was looking at the floor, not darin
Drarry fanfic Pt 2 Harry had just finished his homework when the sun began to set, and waiting for Hermione to get packed up, he played with the grass, tearing the lush blades from the ground and running them through his fingers. He toyed with the idea of trying to get them to levitate but Hermione was finished and Ron had finally given up being patient and was now pestering them to hurry up. As he stood up he saw the familiar figure of Ginny running over to him. He was happy to see Ginny but was aware of a niggling annoyance in the pit of his stomach, before he could figure out what it was Ginny had flung herself at him and was giving him a bear hug. He hugged her back and the four of them went off to the main hall. Harry tried to ignore it, but he had a funny feeling about the way Malfoy, who was in front of them, had given a beseeching and almost sad look towards him before disappearing into the building.Drarry fanfic Pt 2 in Romance More Like This
Over the next few weeks, both boys found themselves thinking about eac
Drarry fanfic Pt 12 The heat hung heavily in the air like an unneeded blanket smothering everything under its weight. Although it had only just gone eight in the morning and the sun hadn't even begun to shine at its full capacity, the air was hot and humid. Even the wind, which had begun to pull at the leaves and chase pieces of paper from the desks as it invaded the room through the window, carried some warmth with it. Each sound was intensified, people laughing and chatting sleepily, owls hooting as they returned from a night's hunting and the deep, rhythmetic rumbles of Ron Weasley snoring.Drarry fanfic Pt 12 in Romance More Like This
Harry contemplated throwing something at him to get him to shut up but decided that he was already awake and had little hope of getting back to sleep in the heat. He reached over for his glasses and slipped them on. He saw that the time was quarter past eight and most of the boys were still asleep, apart from Semus, who Harry knew had gone to the library to practise his spe
5. Two Months of Hell - DrarryHarry found that over the past few weeks he had very little time to spare. Each teacher had given the eighth years a massive amount of homework and even saving the wizarding world, and also the Muggle world, did not slacken his load. He also had to put up with doing the paired assignment which meant that even his free lessons were spent working. Harry voiced these grumbles over lunch and found that the others had equally less free time.5. Two Months of Hell - Drarry in Drama More Like This
“How do you have time to do that?” Harry exclaimed as the others arranged yet another trip to Hogsmeade.
“Why don’t you?” came Ron’s reply. “We still manage to have time free and we’re doing all of the same work as you.” Harry thought for a second and realised that he seemed to spend a lot more time on the paired project than anyone else. Even Hermione didn’t have Ron working all of the time and that was a big feat.
“Malfoy does have to get high marks,” Herm
4. Two Months of Hell - Drarry “Harry, can I talk to you?” Harry’s stomach turned over. He’d been dreading this.4. Two Months of Hell - Drarry in Drama More Like This
According to Ron and Hermione, Ginny wanted to discuss ‘feelings’ with him. Ever since the battle ended they had been a couple but he knew Ginny wanted a worded conformation.
“S’pose,” he replied, grudgingly. This was something he really didn’t want to do in the slightest. He stood up and followed Ginny to a more secluded area. They both sat down and Ginny held his hands in hers. merlin, Harry thought to himself as he groaned inwardly. He lent across and tried to silence her with a kiss, which she returned for a few moments before pulling away.
“We need to spend more time together,” she said softly. Harry felt a little guilty. “I can’t remember the last time we actually spent the afternoon for just us.”
“Sorry,” he murmured. “It’s just, the project for transfiguration e
Drarry fanfic Pt 5 Draco closed his eyes and wound his arms around the Gryffindor's waist. He felt Harry put his arms around his neck and deepen the kiss. All the confusion melted away, everything was perfect. Draco felt Harry pull away, but he held him tight. He didn't want the magic to end, not just yet. He didn't want to wake up from this dream, not just yet. He didn't want to sink back into reality, not just yet. In his heart, he knew it'd have to end and he'd have to wake up and go back to the cold reality of what his friends, let alone his father, would do if they found out, but not just yet. Harry obliged and kissed him again, even more passionately than the first time, giving Draco a few more moments to feel his stomach fill with butterflies and the electricity race down to his toes.Drarry fanfic Pt 5 in Romance More Like This
Harry wound his arms around Draco's neck. This was the moment he'd dreamed of, and it was as perfect as his dream. Almost. A mixture of guilt and worry niggled in his stomach, even over rid
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Draco lay in bed. He was angry as he'd had yet another fight with his friends. He'd come into the Slytherin common room in a rage after a run-in with the mudblood, the weasely kid and potter's girlfriend asking him what he'd done to Potter. Why did they think he'd done something to Potter! As he sat heavily on a chair between Crabbe and Goyle he ranted,
"Can you believe Potter? He thinks I've done something to him! He's the one planning something against me! Who does he think he is anyway! Him and his stupid mudblood friend! And the Weasley girl, trying to reason with me! What does he see in her anyway?!..." Draco babbled on, his voice getting louder and faster as he went. "...Him and his beautiful green eyes!" As he said his last line the room became quiet. Pansy stifled a small sob and left the room.
Suddenly the room became noisy. A series of angry and mocking voices merged together, overwhelming him.
"I just mean
ThunderThunder rumbled gently above them and rain pattered on the windowsill. Flashes of lightening leaked in around the curtains and lit up the dark room. A particularly loud bout of thunder rolled over them and John gasped and pressed himself closer to Sherlock. Sherlock ran his fingers comfortingly through the ex-soldier's hair. they lay huddled together under the duvet just listening. Their breathing settled back in synch and John's heartbeat calmed slightly but it still thrummed quickly against Sherlock's touch. Pins and needles prickled his hand because his arm was trapped under John's body. Sherlock rolled over on to his back, pulling John with him so the older man's head was pillowed by his chest. Sherlock wrapped his arm tighter around John's hips and looked down at the man pressed against his chest. His hair was in need of a cut and free of its usual gel it stuck in all directions. John had most of Sherlock's t-shirt balled up in his hands so the blond tufts of hair tickled SherlockThunder in Romance More Like This
Elf vs. Orc 8Celadon woke up in the elf's arms.Elf vs. Orc 8 in Fantasy More Like This
This sounded a lot more romantic than it actually was.
For one thing, learning to sleep in proximity to another person is an acquired skill. You learn what to do with the arm that always seems to get stuck between you and where to put your feet and whether they mind having a leg draped over theirs and who can use whose arm as a pillow without nerve damage or a sore neck. Then there's the whole complex negotiation of blanket treaties and sheets and who gets what and who needs layers and who has to stick their feet out.
Without acquiring these vital habits, you wake up pretty much like Celadon—stiff, sore, with a knee wedged into your ribs and blankets tangled around both of them like sleeping anacondas.
While it's traditional when parties of the opposite sex find themselves entangled for someone's hands to be in an embarrassing position, that actually wasn't the case. She was pretty much in the elf's lap, where one of his knees was up and digging into
Elf vs. Orc 2Celadon Toadstool was delirious.Elf vs. Orc 2 in Fantasy More Like This
The funny bit—uproariously funny, it seemed to her—was that she knew she was delirious. The world was billowing around her. It looked as if someone had meticulously painted the inside of a cottage on silk, and then hung it in a gentle breeze. The corners floated inward and collapsed back out again with a sigh.
That someone would go to all that trouble, painting a cottage on silk, was hilarious.
She knew she was wounded. She couldn't quite remember how she'd been wounded. Imagine not remembering a thing like that!
This also struck her as hilarious.
Her name, in Orcish, was Urrsharruk-gah, and she had skin the delicate gray-green of the gills of cave mushrooms, and eyes the color of stolen gold. Her hair was thick and dark and she wore it tucked under her helmet to keep enemies from being able to grab it, which was problematic, because she'd lost her helmet somewhere along the way, and she wasn't in the best of shape anyway.
Even in her immense good humor
Elf vs. Orc 7This was easier said than done.Elf vs. Orc 7 in Fantasy More Like This
She gave him some very practical suggestions about how to tie the ropes. A bit of slack between the feet, enough to shuffle, not enough to run. A rope around the neck as a kind of leash in case she attacked him. He could tell she'd done this sort of thing before.
Sings-to-Trees, at that point, would have been happy just untying her completely and pointing her in the direction of the outhouse, but he had a horrible feeling he'd disappoint her if he didn't at least try to hold up his end. So he steeled himself to stay awake a bit longer and got the ropes set up, and hauled her out of the bed.
Then she wound up needing to use him as a crutch anyway, since her knees kept buckling, so it was a bit of a moot point.
"Can you hold this?" he asked, handing her the leash rope after a few brutal hops toward the door.
"What if I try to escape?"
He sighed. "Just yank it if you feel yourself getting any ideas."
She started laughing, then they took another step and the
Elf vs. Orc 6He got a nasty start a few hours later, when he came in to check on her.Elf vs. Orc 6 in Fantasy More Like This
He'd tied her hands, her feet, thrown a loop or two around her waist, and roped everything to the bed, the chair, and the fire iron, just for good measure, He'd done everything short of hog-tying. She wasn't going to get loose in a hurry.
He wasn't sure why he was bothering, really, since he had a horrible feeling that if she said "Will you untie me?" he might do it, and if she said "please," he'd definitely do it.
Still, she didn't seem to be a threat conscious, so maybe that was okay.
Then, because his feelings were still churning and there was nothing for emotional turmoil like hard work, he'd gone off, fed the chickens and the gargoyle, picked peas, turned the compost heap, washed his hands and made soup. By the end, he was really quite exhausted, and ready for at least a nap in his chair.
Then he came back in to discover that her fever had vanished and she was shivering violently with cold.
Elf vs. Orc 4She let him go. She couldn't do much else. He was an elf, sure, but there were rules, and you didn't kill healers and you didn't kill priests.Elf vs. Orc 4 in Fantasy More Like This
The rage had to go somewhere. You couldn't go from halfway to gnawing your shield back to normal just like that. Celadon swallowed it, bitterly, the stone shattering, the red sea pouring through the wreckage. She threw her head back and snarled with the pain.
The elf lay sprawled on the ground beside the bed, holding his throat, his eyes closed. He was breathing in tight little gasps. She could have stomped on his head, but of course she wouldn't.
She was furious. Mostly at herself, truth be told. It had been so obvious. He'd checked her bandages, he hadn't been wearing armor, and this was as far from a cell as you could get. What more did she need, a sign saying "Non-combatant, please do not throttle," in several languages? But she'd been so mad—and scared, yes, let's be honest with ourselves—that she hadn't seen past the Enemy.
Elf vs. Orc 3Sings-to-Trees was being strangled.Elf vs. Orc 3 in Fantasy More Like This
He'd always expected a patient to kill him some day, but he'd thought he would be a lot older, and it would be an angry bull or a careless moment with a manticore or something along those lines, with an outside chance of being crushed under a nearsighted troll. He really hadn't anticipated anything like this.
The orc had been giggling to herself for a few minutes, and when he tried to talk to her, she only giggled harder. He didn't know if she could speak any of the languages, or if she was so delirious that she wasn't even hearing him. He had no real idea what the normal temperature for an orc was, but her skin burned against his fingers, and if he had to guess, he'd say she was running quite a high fever.
There was something very surreal about a giggling orc. It wasn't malicious, like when pixies left flaming piles of pixie-crap on your doorstep and hid to watch you step in it. This was a throaty, genuinely amused chuckle—reduced to a s
Elf vs. Orc 5Sings-to-Trees's primary thought through the whole violent encounter was Not the throat again!Elf vs. Orc 5 in Fantasy More Like This
His neck hurt. He felt like a troll had used his esophagus as a dance floor. This could not be healthy. If he lived through this, he swore he would be nice to his throat for the rest of the year. Hot teas. Scarfs during winter. Anything.
For awhile, he didn't think he was going to live to see sunrise, let alone winter.
Then she'd apologized. The orc had stood there, with a distinctly sheepish expression on her face, and she'd apologized.
None of his patients ever apologized. Most of them couldn't talk, and it didn't seem to occur to the ones who could.
Half of him wanted to reply automatically—No, it's okay, these things happen, don't worry about it—and the other half was jumping up and down screaming You just tried to kill me, you green-faced lunatic! You can't just apologize for trying to kill people!
Perhaps fortunately, his throat was aching too badly
Elf vs. Orc 9Sings-to-Trees' head shot up. He knew Fleabane's barks like the back of his hand. Short, rapid barks, not grating, hysterical ones--somewhere between a greeting and a warning. Fleabane knew the person approaching, but he didn't really like them.Elf vs. Orc 9 in Fantasy More Like This
That meant it was either one of the humans from down the road (excepting Matilda, who brought cheeses and always had a tidbit for a hungry coyote) or the rangers.
"Shit!" Sings-to-Trees leapt to his feet and began kicking Celadon's armor under the bed, followed by the extra blankets.
Celadon got unsteadily to her feet. "What is it?"
"Company. Might be rangers."
She could have asked questions, like "Are you going to turn me in?" or "Why are you panicking, if they're your people?" but Celadon was not inclined to waste time on stupid questions. She looked around hurriedly for a hiding place.
Sings-to-Trees caught her elbow. "Do you trust me?"
"Does it matter?"
"I suppose not."
Getting her into the hiding place was awkward, but Celadon took it in s
An Evening With Sings-to-TreesAn Evening With Sings-to-Trees in Fantasy More Like This
Sings-to-Trees had hair the color of sunlight and ashes, delicately pointed ears, and eyes the translucent green of new leaves. His shirt was off, revealing the sort of tanned muscle acquired from years of healthy outdoor living, and you could have sharpened a sword on his cheekbones.
He was saved from being a young maiden's fantasy—unless she was a very peculiar young maiden—by the fact that he was buried up to the shoulder in the unpleasant end of a heavily pregnant unicorn. Bits of unicorn dung, which was not noticeably more ethereal than horse dung, were sliding down his arm, and every time the mare had a contraction, he lost feeling in his hand.
It had been nearly two hours, the ground was hard and cold and his knees felt like live coals wrapped in ice. She'd kicked him twice, and if Sings-to-Trees hadn't known that it was impossible, he'd have begun to suspect that the unicorn had arranged a breech birth out of spite.
No, he was being unfair. It couldn't be any more fun for her t
System 1- Chapter 1William was dreaming. His entire body shook and every now and then he would whimper and talk to an unknown entity that could only be the product of a nightmare. Rook contemplated waking him in order to release poor Will from his restless sleep but thought better of it, remembering that Will always slept with a knife close at hand, not to mention, having someone shake you awake from a nightmare was never fun, especially if it was by someone who looked as startling as Rook did.System 1- Chapter 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Not wanting to be stabbed for performing a kindness, Rook continued to sit on his own mattress and busied himself with a gadget that looked like a cross between a pocket watch and a pocket knife and awaited Will to wake up.
Other than Rook and William, the room was empty. The three other mattresses lay empty, their occupants having left at some point during the night. It was dark due to the fact that there were no windows in the undergroun
Series of Unfortunate OutfitsSeries of Unfortunate OutfitsSeries of Unfortunate Outfits in Short Stories More Like This
Every choice we make in life leads to an infinite amount of different paths to choose from. A seemingly harmless decision can lead to a catastrophic event happening to you, someone close to you, or someone miles and miles away. Every move, every word, every breath is a risk. Even the tiniest, most insignificant detail could cause an avalanche of different outcomes in a world full of so much danger.
I am a creature of habit. I start out every morning the same way. I wake up, I shower, I brush my teeth, but then comes the tricky part. What to wear? I could pick out a casual outfit, jeans, a sweatshirt and a pair of Converse All-Stars, or I could wear a very cute purple dress with black leggings and an adorable pair of black suede boots. A seemingly harmless decision right? Two different outfits, two different fates.
Say I'm fee
Space DementiaSpace DementiaSpace Dementia in Profiles More Like This
There was a commotion in the kitchen as the shaking earth caused the carefully stacked plates to go crashing to the floor. Dominic awoke with a start. Groggily, he glanced at his alarm clock: 4:23 am. Frustrated, he attempted to go back to sleep, but once he realized the prospect of sleep was impossible, he slowly got out of bed and dressed. It was the third time this week he'd been woken up prematurely because of the frequent micro-quakes, not to mention, they were also destroying all of his eating utensils.
He walked to the kitchen to see what damage the quakes had caused and swore under his breath when he saw that every cabinet in the cramped kitchen was open, and their contents scattered all around the room. Reluctantly, he grabbed the broom and started to sweep up the mess. Feeling too lazy to locate the dust pan, he swept the plate fragments out the front door.
Still tired due to the earl
Every Drop of Rain Holds the Promise of RegrowthEvery Drop of Rain Holds the Promise of RegrowthEvery Drop of Rain Holds the Promise of Regrowth in Emotional More Like This
Have you ever felt as if you have no purpose in this world? Have you felt like you're just floating through life, no point. No reason. Have you ever been on the brink? Perhaps for you this could simply be the edge of a mental break down. For others, it could be a window ledge.
When I first came to college, I felt like I was sinking. There was no way out, nowhere to turn and one to help I felt myself spiraling out of control with no way to stop and soon I descended into a strong, crippling depression. I didn't understand what was happening. I was tired, confused, and hopeless. All I knew was I didn't ask for this. I didn't like my purpose
Needless to say, I was in a bad place. I was afraid, afraid that I would float through life with no goal. I feared that
Zombie Roleplay- Jane McKnightIt's not your fault, it's not your fault. Just keep walking. Just get home. It's not your fault.Zombie Roleplay- Jane McKnight in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Jane kept up this internal chant as she stumbled down the crowded sidewalk, barely able to keep her panic restrained. She sobbed shamelessly, pushing through groups of people, completely disregarding manners. Manners didn't matter anymore. Nothing did.
"Hey lady, you ok?"
It wasn't until that moment that Jane realized how atrocious she must look. There was blood spattered across the front of her lab coat, tear tracts running down the grime covering her face, and an overall state of disarray throughout her entire person. She was attracting stares from all the people milling around the street.
Oh, if only they knew what was about to happen. She was surprised that no one could sense the impending doom.
Jane staggered toward the vender that had called out to her and came to a h
System 1- PrologueSystem 1- PrologueSystem 1- Prologue in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Night had fallen on the slums of the Urban Jungle. There wasn't a soul to be seen, or a sound to be heard in the dark streets. No one was there. The eerie silence pushed on everything, and the tension in the air was ready to snap.
He preferred it this way. Quiet.
The man sat on a window ledge, unseen by the occupant of the room. After nearly a month of careful observation and planning, things were finally being set in motion. The war was about to begin.
The old man sat hunched over a writing desk in the corner, illuminated by the flame of a single candle. He scribbled relentlessly on a scrap of paper, muttering quietly to himself as he wrote.
He was ancient, nearly 100 years old.
His beard, which grew down to his waist, looked like one of the stormy gray clouds that always covered the city had fallen down and attached itself to his face.
The ShadowThe ShadowThe Shadow in Free Verse More Like This
They say it brings death
The worst omen of them all
I didn't believe it
Until the day I saw
I was boarding a train
The platform was packed with people
Ready to set forth
I had no time to wait
I was eager to get to Prague
Then something caught my eye
A big black shaggy dog.
I thought nothing of it
It's just a dog I thought
It didn't cross my mind
What horrors it had brought
Until I hear a scream
A horrible, gut-wrenching sound
A crowd of people blocked my view
From what had been found
There, in a heap on the tracks was a man
He had jumped in front of the train
They said he was happy
No reason to feel mundane
He had killed himself
For no reason at all
Just up and left this world
With one simple fall
It was unsettling to say the least
And as I stood there in the fog
I remembered that spooky shadow
The big black shaggy dog
They say it's called The Grim
The omen of death
Still I did not believe it
But I did feel out of breath
After a fitful train ride
I arrived in P
InnocenceInnocence (How to too: Pg 132): Carly SchleeInnocence in Free Verse More Like This
The princess in her castle,
calls out to her prince.
A love story for the ages,
hasn't been one since.
An army on the threshold,
of the bad guys door.
Brave knights all around,
shaken to their core.
Snuggles, the teddy bear,
king of all the toys.
The favorite of the little girls,
and the little boys.
Barbie had her hand bag,
G.I. Joe, his gun.
Furby never stopped talking,
and never was much fun.
Hours of entertainment,
behind this closet door.
Memories from long ago,
spread out on the floor.
Remember mother calling,
"Honey, time for dinner."
How dare her upset my play time,
I'll settle for getting thinner.
Now I take my things,
my childhood best friends.
Put them into boxes,
and try to make amends.
No longer a child,
but not yet an adult.
Breaks my heart to leave them,
my innocence at fault.
Really old stuffIt was twilight on a cold autumn night, the forest's trees stripped bare of their leaves. Cutting through the forest was a thin, winding path that was overgrown with brambles. On this path stood a figure wrapped in thick furs as protection against the cold. The figure was a man, and he stopped to look up toward the mountains in the distance and was surprised to see something else stamped against the darkened sky. There, illuminated by the moon rising over the crest of the highest summits, was a castle, dark and lonely where it stood sentinel in the foot hills.Really old stuff in Settings More Like This
The castle once was one of great grandeur, but had now fallen into decay. Ivy crawled up the walls, the surrounding trees were dead, parts of the walls were smashed or even missing altogether, but most odd of all was the unexplainable darkness that hung in the air about the boundaries even though the night was clear and starry. The tall turrets nearly touched the b
Where good men go to die.Unwashed bodiesWhere good men go to die. in Free Verse More Like This
bent over scorched earth
toiling as sweat draws rivers
in the dust upon their faces.
clinging to skeleton wrists
feet dragging and kicking dust
choking rebellious songs in their wake.
like a welcome blessing
drowning out the conscious pain
of being aware of their destiny.
deep in their minds
may cause a slight discomfort
reminding them of former lives lost.
like a tidal wave
drowning the echoes of pasts
they do not wish to remember.
shattered like jigsaw puzzles
no longer fitting the frame
like tatters of cloth upon bones.
falls upon scorched earth
exhaling as tears draw furrows
in the dust becoming their graves.
Mister Sandman, bring me a dream.Mister Sandman, bring me a dream.Mister Sandman, bring me a dream. in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
One that will make the little ones scream.
Don't fly away, we've just started to play,
and who needs pretty wings anyway?
Mister Sandman, bring us your dust.
In the power of pharmacy we trust.
Don't fly away, you can't hide anyway,
and weren't your wings cut off the other day?
Mister Sandman, bring back my dreams.
I'm sick and tired nothing is what it seems!
Don't fly away, don't force me to stay...
I want pretty wings like yours one day.
The heroes of old.Let the old heroes restThe heroes of old. in Free Verse More Like This
beneath ancient stones
buried in history and dressed in legends.
Let the old kings rise
in marble and gold
for all to see and praise in forgotten stories.
And when time comes
for the legends to breed life
let then the old heroes serve their kings
in ever lasting stories of the golden past.
Requiem for the DeadTake my hand, you will understand,Requiem for the Dead in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
that our lives are footprints in the sand.
All that's been done, and all that's been said, becomes a requiem for the dead.
So light a thousand candles for me, and pray for my soul in all eternity.
Standing alone, my heart is a stone,
all that I loved is gone.
My heart is hollow, too empty to follow,
nothing but a shadow.
There is no tomorrow, there's nothing but sorrow,
no words when all's said and done.
From cradle to grave, you are but a slave,
a simple being that no one can save.
All that is done, and all that is said, becomes a requiem for the dead.
So light a thousand candles for me, and pray for my soul in all eternity.
I am alone, stripped of flesh and bone,
a thousand sins to atone.
A creature of shadow, lonely and shallow,
reach out and I will follow.
Hiding my sorrow, there's another tomorrow,
when all has been said and done.
Close your eyes, there are no more lies,
it is time to cut the ties.
All that you've done, and all that you've said,
The PoetFor the work of a Poet to be truly appreciatedThe Poet in Free Verse More Like This
he must write it with his own blood and tears for ink
his soul the sharpened quill to nail the words
like so many specimen of unwilling insects upon the paper.
And once he has bled out
becoming the cause of his own demise
the reader is left behind to digest his soul
so plainly trapped within a cage of words
his requiem written as a love song to his Muse.
Skipping Stones.We skip stones across the sandSkipping Stones. in Free Verse More Like This
expecting rings to spread in pre-historic oceans
as Terra Firma recreates itself according to the original blueprints.
We step closer to the brink
for that leap of faith we never dared to take
before the tide swept us off our feet
and carried us beyond the edge of the ancient maps where
“Here be Dragons”
have been etched into the scorched earth like graffiti.
Sentences get too long as we run out of words to form them
speaking with our bodies in a twisted dance
like larvae burrowing into the crust of the earth.
Seeking deeper towards the internal sun
like an imitation of Icarus
digging deeper until the core melts our waxen wings
and we become yet another particle of our own universe.
from ripples of oceans past
and the sand slipping between our fingertips
as we walk on bare feet across the heavens
in search of answers we have yet to form the questions to.
We did not expect the world to end.We did not expect the world to end.We did not expect the world to end. in Free Verse More Like This
It just did.
We kept saying “It won't happen in our lifetime.”
But it did.
We closed our eyes to the cracks in the walls
and they crumbled around us.
We forgot the decay in front of us.
It was so easy to ignore.
It ate away the foundations of our lives.
Still we ignored it
and claimed that life would go on.
We did not see it coming.
Even if it was right in front of us.
We tried to repair the cracks in the dams
though the water had already washed us away.
And though the clouds were black and red
we looked away.
Or stared ourselves blind on the colour display
as our skin peeled away beneath the acidic rain.
We dreamt of the sky
and reached for the stars.
Forgetting the ground beneath our feet.
It tore apart at the seams
the gaps too wide to repair.
And the sun was setting on a world
We did not predict the true apocalypse
though many a prophet had tried.
Their predictions were hollow
and we lost faith.
We did not listen to the real