The Phantom of Nightopia Chapter 11865 Opera PopulaireThe Phantom of Nightopia Chapter 1 in General Fiction More Like This
The Opera Populaire was a large, thriving Opera House fulled with the most talented artist in all of Nightopia. It was a large theater with red velvety chairs and gold statues all around the room. The ceiling was very high above the floor, and in the middle of it was a huge crystal chandelier. Everyone was franticly getting ready for tonight's show. Back stage, all the stage crew members were making final adjustments to pros, costumes and backdrops, while the dancers stretched and started to practice. On stage was the Opera House prima dona: Claris Sinclair. She was running through a song from the production 'Hannibal' when-
"Attention ladies and gentlemen!" an old owl shouted at everyone, interrupting their work. "I know there have been rumors of my retirement floating around, and now I am here today to tell you that these are all true."
"WOOHOO!" everyone shouted, happy they will no longer be working for him. Owl was fuming at everyone's reaction so started to sc
Starlight's Story Chapter 1'Where am I? Who am I?' The tiny little girl wonders, then a faint voice answers, 'Starlight' 'Starlight, that's my name isn't it?' The girl slowly opens her eyes, and covers her eyes from the light that blinds her. She slowly starts to get up and look around her. There are luscious green trees everywhere full of strange fruits, and bushes full of blue, purple, red, and yellow flowers. She looks up at the blue sky with few clouds drifting by. 'Where am I?' She then hears a water rushing and splashing and starts to walk to where the sound is coming from. As she gets closer, she starts to hear what sounds like laughter. She parts some bushes in front of her and she is surprised at what she sees.Starlight's Story Chapter 1 in General Fiction More Like This
A big river with crystal clear water and in the river strange creatures are playing in the water. They have cone shape heads and halos on top, big eyes, small hands, light purple wings, and pointy ears. They wear a light purple vest with orange sleeves and red cuffs and a whi
Request: SolluxXKarkatKnock. Knock. KnockRequest: SolluxXKarkat in Humor More Like This
"Yo Karkat you home?" Sollux called from outside of Karkat's home.
It was a boring day for Sollux and he thought he stop by Karkat's house. He was wearing his regular clothes with his three-D-glasses.
"I'm coming." Someone shouted on the other side.
The door open and Karkat pop his head out from behind. "Sollux nice to see you again. What brings you here?" Karkat open the door more and step outside.
Karkat was wearing his regular black jeans with his gray t-shirt with his sign on it.
Sollux shrugged, "Just got bored and thought I stop by."
"Well why don't you come in?" Karkat smiled and step aside to let Sollux in.
"Sure, why not." Sollux walked into the house and Karkat close the door behind him.
"I'll go make some coffee. Make yourself at home." Kartkat said before going into the kitchen.
Sollux pulled himself out a chair next to the table and sat down. Karkat house was pretty normal. A few nick-knacks and crime novels, but nothing out of the ordinary. Sol
The Phantom of Nightopia Chapter 6Opera Populaire that Night: Showtime for II MutoThe Phantom of Nightopia Chapter 6 in General Fiction More Like This
That night was opening night for the Opera Populaire's new production of II Muto, and everything was set up and ready for the show. Ignoring the 'Nightmaren Ghost's' threats, Jackle and Chamelan gave Clairs the lead role as Countess, Helen the silent role of the Page Boy, and they did not leave Box 5 open, so they were in for it!
Clairs stepped out on stage wearing a very puffy pink dress that made her hips look the size of a hippo. She was also wearing clown looking makeup, and a really tall white wig that was probably as tall as her body.
Helen walked alongside Clairs on stage wearing a long white maid's outfit, and her hair pulled back in a ponytail. Hidden underneath the maid's dress, was a white men's dress shirt, with light blue tights, and tall black boots. The outfit made Helen look like a man because in the Opera, a man (the pageboy) is secretly the Countess' lover, so in order for him to stay undercover, he disguised himself as
The Phantom of Nightopia Chapter 10Helen's Bedroom next morningThe Phantom of Nightopia Chapter 10 in General Fiction More Like This
The next morning, Helen woke up right as the sun rose over the horizon. She looked to her right, smiling to see her love, NiGHTS, still asleep in the chair next to her. Getting out of bed she went and put on a long, flowing black dress, with a long black cape to go over it. On the table next to her bed was a vase with 5 roses tied together in a black ribbon. Helen grabbed them from out of the vase and headed for the door, but then she saw NiGHTS again, and she couldn't resist. Helen quickly and quietly kissed NiGHTS's forehead without waking him up, and then left the room, headed for her carriage.
As she walked out of the Opera House's entrance, she saw her carriage driver standing around in the falling snow, looking for someone who needs to go somewhere. As Helen approached him he smiled, and bowed to her.
"Good morning Miss Cartwright! Where would you like to go?" he asked excitedly.
"Could you please take me to the cemetery?" Helen asked quiet, and somew
The Phantom of Nightopia Chapter 8Opera Populaire ( about a week after II Muto )The Phantom of Nightopia Chapter 8 in General Fiction More Like This
As the winter holidays passed, all of the cast members were gain time off until the annual Masquerade Ball that took place at the Opera Populaire every year on New Year's Eve to celebrate prosperous year, and prepare for the upcoming year. As tradition, everyone would sing and dance to the song "Masquerade" at the ball. Everybody had an assigned part to sing, because they had rehearsed this before the holidays, so were about to show the public what they learned. Anyone who was involved in the song/dance put their masks on as the maestro tapped his wooden stick on the podium, signaling the symphony to get ready. Suddenly people started to dance to the beginning music, and sing:
Paper faces on parade.
Hide your face, so the world will never find you!
Every face a different shade.
Look around -
mask behind you!
Flash of mauve.
Splash of puce.
Fool and king.
Ghoul and goose.
The Phantom of Nightopia Chapter 14Phantom's Trap DoorThe Phantom of Nightopia Chapter 14 in General Fiction More Like This
NiGHTS plummeted down for about 2 seconds until he splashed down into a pool of water. Just as he hit the water, he realized that he had fallen into a giant cage that quickly began to sink further and further underwater.
NiGHTS tried to find a way out of the cage before it lowered all the way into the water; drowning him, for he forgot his mask that turns him into a dolphin. Holding his breath, he stuck his head under the water looking around for something; anything that would stop the cage from lowering. Suddenly, something shiny caught his eye: a lever. Getting one last breath before the cage was engulfed completely in water; NiGHTS was able to guide himself through the water, swimming to the switch frantically.
With adenaline rushing through his veins, he grabbed the lever and pulled for dear life. NiGHTS started to run out of breath, causing himself to pull harder. He knew he only had about 5 seconds of life left, unless he could get the switch to move. NiGHTS p
The Phantom of Nightopia Chapter 3Helen's Dressing RoomThe Phantom of Nightopia Chapter 3 in General Fiction More Like This
"You did a wonderful job Helen my dear!" Madame Emily told Helen in her dressing room, surrounded by bushels of flowers after her amazing performance. "He is pleased with you." Emily informed her, handing her a red rose with a black silk ribbon tied onto its stem.
'He?' Helen thought to herself with a confused expression on her face. 'NiGHTS maybe? Hmm...' Just as Helen was about to ask Emily who gave her the rose, she left the room shutting the door behind her. Now being alone, Helen sat on the stool by her vanity pondering at the mysterious rose she was holding delicately. 'Who is he?' She wondered when suddenly, the door opened.
"Hello Helen." A handsome purple jester holding flowers said as smooth as silk.
Could it be? Is it really him? Helen turned to find her childhood sweetheart kneeling next to her holding a lovely bouquet of flowers. "NiGHTS!" she cried giving him a tight hug. "Those picnics in the attic..." she said, trailing off, and letting nostalgia t
Amy in WonderlandLet's tell a storyAmy in Wonderland in General Fiction More Like This
A fairy tale story much, much better that a story told long ago
A pink hedgehog opened her eyes.The hedgehog name was Amy Rose. She wore a red dress with pink and white frills. The dress had a ribbon in the front and back, the ribbons were both red with a heart in the middle. The hearts had a pink lace while the ribbons had a white lace around them. She had a white apron on with pink frills around it, over the red dress. She had a red hairband with red roses on both sides. Long white socks with pink lacing and little red bows on the top. Red doll shoes with pink roses on the tip of them. In her lap was a little blue chao with a red collar and a music note on it.
When my eyes opened, there was a yellow fox
It was running in such a hurry, I decided to follow it
The pink hedgehog followed the yellow fox, and the chao followed the pink hedgehog.
The fox was dress up in a white button shirt with a brown waistcoat, a yellow bow around his neck. Black trousers with two brig
Starlight's Story Chapter 3A thin line of light slides into Starlight's bedroom right in the gap of the window shutters. Starlight blinks her sleepy eyes when the light hits her in the eye. She tosses and turns in her bed not wanting to get up and end her dreams. But she slowly starts to get out of bed and place her feet on the cold wooden floor. She pulls the covers off and stands up, stretching her arms to the ceiling and gives a big yawn. She drops her arms back down to her sides and starts to remake the bed. She places her hand on her mouth and stiffens a yawn. She walks to the old wooden door and opens it. Walking down a flight of stairs she comes to another door that is nicer than the first door but has pale, chipped deep blue paint on it.Starlight's Story Chapter 3 in General Fiction More Like This
She turns the nob and walks into a white polished marble bathroom with a small mirror above a marble sink with sliver handles and a faucet. To the right is a stone marble bathtub with a silver shower faucet and handles with an ocean theme shower curtain. Right between th
DisturbedDisturbed are the childrenDisturbed in Free Verse More Like This
Of the future.
Enemies wont kill us but the
Sickness will be our demise.
Life will be destroyed
If not buy each other but by
Future sicknesses and diseases
Everyone will die, no survivors.
Many, many things to be destroyed
All to important to keep intact
The end will come fast and swift
Taken our lives will always be
Everyone is fighting and complaining
Ruining the little time we have left.
We all complain and fight about
How we are to live and work together.
Everyone will regret the time they spent on earth
Not knowing that they had so little time.
The time is near, its almost too late
Here will lay a broken world
Everyone will be gone or broken
Running from the killers of the world
Earth will become a dead planet soon.
If we don't stop fighting we will die
Stop the fighting or we will self-destruct.
New beginnings are what we need
Old memories will be placed behind.
The end of the world is coming near
Is there any hope for the future?
Many more people will
Forever and for moreIts written in the starsForever and for more in Free Verse More Like This
I will die by my own hands
I will fall from the earth
Into the sky and then space.
My tears run down my cheek
From the oceans in my eyes
Through the maze of blemishes
To the end of their world, upon my hand.
There is a poison in my veins
Its known well as my blood
I cant live without this poison
Yet I still release it without regret.
Forced upon the blade of resentment
Slicing the wrapping around my soul
Damaging what has already been damaged
Causing poison to flow outwards.
Stains appear upon once white sheets
Screams are heard in once quiet halls
Tears fall from once empty eyes
As my soul begins to escape the wrapping.
Who knew we could open so easily
This is the only way I open up to you
I open the wrapping paper from my soul
And watch it float away on the sea of crimson red.
What lays upon my blood covered lap
Is your heart, still beating, but only just
I don't know what to do with it
So I stare at it, watching it beat softly.
So softly, I cant help wonder
Hold my last breathI hold my last breathHold my last breath in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
For as long as I can.
I hold my last breath
So I can see how far you ran.
I keep my eyes open
So I don't slip into the darkness.
I keep my eyes open
So I can see you in your mess.
I speak my last words to you
Tell you you're my only one.
I speak my last words to you
Tell you while it lasted, it was fun.
I give you my last kiss
I knew you would get it
I gave you my last kiss
Because there's enough poison on my lips
To kill us both.
My darknessMy darknessMy darkness in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It covers me
I need it to live
It needs me to survive
I depend on my darkness
To keep me alive.
Has a weakness
Its called your light
When I'm with you
My darkness retreats
And I don't know what to do.
When you leave me
It takes me over again
Like always my darkness
Comes back to cause me pain.
I want it to leave
Could I use your light
To make the darkness disappear?
Let me lay with you
So your heartbeat is all I can hear.
Will always be with me
But as long as I'm with you
It will stay hidden away
As long as you're here
As long as you stay…
Suicide doesnt payA few packets of PanadolSuicide doesnt pay in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And a bottle of rum.
Bottoms up, down they go
That just starts the fun.
A kitchen knife
A piece of paper and a pen.
Write down why, then cut deep
Death at her jetty at ten.
A tattered piece of rope
A children's swing at the park.
Tie a noose and you'll be right
Swinging lifeless and alone in the dark.
A loaded gun
With only one bullet.
Spin the barrel, hope for a bang
Get the trigger and pull it.
A tall building
With nothing but air below.
Step of the edge
And show the world death isn't slow.
A bath full of water
And the will to die.
Under you go, pass out
A lack of oxygen doesn't lie.
That's the 15th suicide this week
The doctor will say
When will these kids learn
Suicide isnt for play
Horses and HeartbeatsThe wild horses are running through your headHorses and Heartbeats in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Stirring up old dust and memories.
All these scars where you vanity has bled
Open up to reveal only locks without keys.
Collapsing under the weight of gravity
Barely being able to move without the pain.
Laying in the middle of the street for the whole world to see
Is your broken and shattered heart once again.
Your heartbeat has stopped as the world goes cold
The light in your eyes fades as you slip away.
As the angels float down you release all your hold
Your hold on everything, your night and day.
Real life isn't like the movies nor is it what we think
No one can save a life with superhuman powers.
You can save anyone's life as long as you don't blink
You can save the world if you pay no attention to the hours.
Eventually the light in your eyes will burn bright
As you are reborn into this world one last time.
Hopefully in this life you will be treated right
And scale all the mountains you have to climb.
No matter whatNo matter whatNo matter what in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
No matter what you do
My eyes will be glistening.
Every smile I smile
I give it to you
Every decision I make
Is what you have told me to do.
I promised you
No more self harm
But I couldn't stop it
Just look at my arm.
I'm sorry for everything
But not for that kiss
I love you dearly
And you I will always miss.
No matter what…
I'm here for you always
No matter what…
I'm always here…always
Struck down by metal and stoneStrike me down with stone and metalStruck down by metal and stone in Free Verse More Like This
Break me open, see what lays inside
Drink the water that flows from within
See how painful revenge can be.
Resenting the fear and hate of this world
Quickly I send the metal to do its work
Cutting the branches filled with water
Spilling this life all over the ground.
Burnt by the ashes to many times
Sold a fake many times more
This is why I give into the stone and metal
And become nothing but the trees breath.
Light headedLight headed, like a leaf on the windLight headed in Free Verse More Like This
Shaking and cold, like a dog left in the rain
They only warmth is sticky and crimson
And pours from the clouds in the sky.
I disappear like a tear from her face
Existing only in the words I write
The world knows me as a pen and paper
Not someone who knows pain or suffering.
Shattered glass lay upon the ground
Shattered like this heart I have broken
My hands are cut up and are bleeding
From trying to piece back together the heart.
Rose PetalShe lay down amongst the leaves,Rose Petal in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Naked and lonely.
She brushed her hands above her head,
her breasts held firm and supple.
She took a deep breath, and exhales.
A strand of her unlicked her lay across her collar bone.
The vermillion on her lips smears across one cheek,
matching the gashes across her wrist,
and a silent tear drags itself through the layers of kohl under her eye.
She is beautiful, broken, but beautiful at the same time.
A rose petal drops onto her ankle and settles, waiting.
The trees russle in the wind and the sound of footsteps can be heard.
A moments pause, a click, a bang,
a dead, naked girl lying in autumn leaves,
ChristinaI saw her in a dream.Christina in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
She was my dream.
My hope, my wish.
I wanted her more than anything in the world.
I held her in my arms.
Clutched her to my chest.
Watched her drift to sleep.
My baby girl,
KeepTo you I plead,Keep in Free Verse More Like This
My heart, my soul,
My life, my kin.
You take me now,
Restore my all.
Control the tide,
Break my fall.
Watch the stars,
Reflect the light.
Be the one,
Stay the night.
My MistakeMy mistake to forgive you,My Mistake in Free Verse More Like This
My mistake to believe you,
My mistake to contradict you,
My mistake to relieve you,
My mistake to befriend you,
My mistake to see you,
My mistake to understand,
Just my mistake.
NightTonight I will dream,Night in Free Verse More Like This
clouds fill my mind.
Press to the sides.
Capture a moment,
Between lust and desire.
forbidden and quiet.
No-one else sees,
What you dream at night.
Keep secrets and wishes,
With hope and fear.
Lie awake, contemplate.
Snatch some sleep, jerk awake.
Drip cold sweat, nightmare again.
Drift backl again, limbs fumble in passion,
Cluth your heart, Hope surrounds you.
Wake in the morning, images swim.
Inside your head, new thoughts begin.
SeraphA dream,Seraph in Free Verse More Like This
Who knows, who cares.
Not you, not I.
Fate, destiny, karma.
Drawing us together,
making you mine, and I yours.
So tell me, where does this leave us?
I don't know, and neither do you.
We float, together, in a abyss of confusion.
Friends for life, friends of the heart.
This is how we are and will remain.
Even though you are my guardian angel,
I am yours.
I'll always love you,
PrisonerClaws around my neck, pulling, pulling.Prisoner in Free Verse More Like This
Dragging, dragging. Tearing me down.
Hold me, wrap me up.
Be me, no, I am me. You are the guard,
I, your prisioner.
You hold all of me, I have no choice now.
I have let go. Given my all.
Thank you, give me purpose.
Please, I thank you.
Let me thank you.
Accept my thank you.
No, don't apologise, you did nothing wrong.
Liar! I did everything wrong.
Its all my fault.
I am yours forever, and you hold a heart you never wanted.
Just BeBe who you are?Just Be in Free Verse More Like This
Its a question... or is it?
There's a question mark.
Did you think about it?
I bet you did. I bet you thought hard on it.
If you didn't, then you should.
Who are you?
You must answer that first, before you can...
Be who you are.
I am who I am, but who that is, you will never know.
Know yourself, I dare you.
Test yourself, I dare you.
I dare you to be who you are?
StuckI'm stuck,Stuck in Free Verse More Like This
Cold as ice,
Arms held tight,
Escape my grasp,
bleed to death.
Stuck in limbo,
There is no End.
Division of MeTear down the middle, divide us.Division of Me in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
It seperates us, makes us different from each other.
We are so different now, just because of a label.
Religion, race, sex, sexual orientation, everything.
We are supposed to be praised for individuality,
yet at ever turn we are asked to conform.
Why don't we just look the same, think the same, be the same.
Wouldn't it all be jut so much easier.
But would we be happier?
I know I wouldn't.
Divide me, make me different from you, from me, from everyone.
Even I am not the same as myself.
Can you understand that?
What do you think?
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 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 3The wind of deathShadows of Love 3 in Romance More Like This
Black dots were dancing before Lily's eyes while Remus grabbed her right arm and pulled her about between the rows. They weren't the only ones to run around like crazy; everyone panicked and shouted James's name. Lily and Remus arrived to the bottom of the pitch but only some confused Ravenclaw students were there. Apparently, they didn't notice the accident and landed after James was taken away from the grass. One of them was as white as a corpse and tears were streaming down his face. Lily watched the beefy boy who seemed to be a Beater -- judging from the bat in his shaking left hand. She was so befuddled she lost the ability to keep in mind what to do in this critical situation.
Remus continued on his way with Lily's hand in his grip.
"He's not dead. He's got bumped in the head with a Bludger. They took him to the Hospital Wing.", he said while rushing towards the castle.
If Lily had kept her wits, she would have been relieved. But on this level of shock sh
Shadows of Love 12Save your hideShadows of Love 12 in Drama More Like This
The woman turned to them so quickly that only a blurry shadow could be seen. The man wasn't so fast, but he also looked at the four teenagers.
"Sirius!", Mrs. Black shouted, pointing at them with her wand so that she could examine them.
"James", whispered the woman on the floor.
Lily almost forgot about him, though his shoulder touched hers and he was constantly trembling -- either with anger or cold.
"Release them!", James shouted and lunged abruptly to the Blacks.
Two wands were raised at the same time. One of them was Mrs. Black's and red light jumped out of it. The other wand was Lily's who cried frightened: "PROTEGO!"
The shield spanned in front of James and the Full Body-Bind Curse glanced off of it.
"DON'T YOU DARE HURTING MY SON!", Mrs. Potter screamed and with one single kick, she floored Mrs. Black.
In that moment, all hell broke loose. Mr. Black slapped Mrs. Potter in the face with his bare hand. The thwack was terrifying.
The sound that came fro
To have and to hold, part 3Before Lily could have noticed, she was standing in front of the small wizard who was sent from the Ministry to transact the ceremony. Lily didn’t see him, though; she could only concentrate on her groom’s kind, touched and loving face. They were talking without words, their eyes talked; they told how much they love each other. But then, James’s lips started moving and his calming voice got not only to Lily’s ears, but to her heart even if he was repeating what the wizard said. She knew the words spoken by thousands of wizards before them had meaning for James and her.To have and to hold, part 3 in Romance More Like This
“I, James Potter, take thee, Lily Evans, to be my lawful wedded Wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death us do part; and thereto I plight thee my troth.”
Lily thought her voice would be trembling when she would answer, but it was crystal clear, strong and full of emotions:
To have and to hold, part 5The party was over when the sun started rising. The whole tent was a mess, people were drunk and happy at the same time and slowly all of them left. Mrs. Potter and Mrs. Evans told Lily and James they would help them cleaning the garden after some hours of sleep and followed their husbands who were long in their bedrooms, fallen into deep, drunken dreams.To have and to hold, part 5 in Romance More Like This
Lily felt really sleepy, her feet hurt from dancing and she was a bit tipsy, too.
“I’ve never been so…”, she yawned, “…tired in my life.”
“Well then, I can’t let my better half to suffer”, said James.
“What do you…”, Lily started, but she couldn’t finish her sentence, because James took her up in his arms.
Lily held onto his neck, smiling at him as James stepped into the house and went to Lily’s bedroom. James laid his wife on the bed and he took off his shoes. Lily did the same as James took off his dress robes and put them on the backrest of
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.
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
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
Frost's sister It’s cold… the ice is cracking… and I’m scared…Frost's sister in General Fiction More Like This
I look up, he’s trying to smile, but for once, it doesn’t help.
“It’s okay,” he says. “It’s okay. Don’t look down. Just look at me.”
“Jack,” I hear myself saying. “I’m scared.”
“I know, I know,” he assures me. “But… you’re gonna be alright. You’re not gonna fall in. Uh… We’re gonna have a little fun, instead!”
“No, we’re not!” I know I’m getting hysterical but I can’t help it, and my voice is getting high pitched and panicky and I’m breathing hard and I feel like I don’t even have a body, I’m just a voice and a pair of hyperventilating lungs.
“Would I trick you?” he asks, smiling.
“Yes!” I cry, a
A Tale of Two Ums: Part 2 "Hey, Potter!"A Tale of Two Ums: Part 2 in Romance More Like This
I groan. Not him! Not during Quidditch practice! "What do you want?"
The boy grins at me and motions for me to fly down. "Can't talk to you when you're all the way up there, can I?"
"Did you ever think that might be strategic?" I mutter. I fly down anyway. "What do you want, Black? I'm busy. We've got a match on soon."
Sirius holds up his hands with an expression of mock surprise and defensiveness. "That's no way to talk to your best friend. You'd have thought I was old Regulus."
"Regulus is younger than you."
"Doesn't act like that." Sirius stuffs his hands in his pockets and looks at me cockily. "Don't you want to know what I came for?"
"To annoy me?" I suggest. I actually do, but I can't look like I do or he'll torture me.
Sirius grins at me mysteriously and I want to punch him, but he won't tell me if I piss him off. "Come on, you know you want to know," he
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
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
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 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
Home With YouHome With You in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Your voice is a feather light caress
Running sweet shivers up my spine
You cause me no need to have to guess
For I know you will forever be mine
Like the soft smell of a wood-burning log
You make me comfortable before long
From my heart, you've lifted the fog
And when I'm with you, nothing is wrong.
Much like the first warm spring rain
A relief from the cold is your laugh
Just like the moon before its wane
You are a guiding light unto my path.
And yet so much more I could write of
And that's how I know that I am in love.
Love KillsLove Kills in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A shadowed figure in a dark window,
Holding the cold metal of a sniper rifle in hand,
Staring purposefully at the enemy's house,
The intent was hard to misunderstand.
The reason was pretty simple,
A mistake he would never live to regret.
To her, he was a constant pain,
A reminder of what she needs to forget.
Her gaze intensified,
As she glared into the night.
He made his final mistake;
He turned on the bedroom light.
His dark shape in his bright window,
Formed an appealing target.
The bullet flew faster than cupid's arrow,
And to the ground fell his silhouette.
A slight smiled played upon her lips,
As she quickly departed,
That's what he deserved,
For leaving her broken hearted.
Not Over YouNot Over You in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
How happy we used to be
But you caused me so much pain
When I realized it was all a feign
I made up my mind to flee
So now, I am "free"
But my tears still fall like rain
Because by your side I want to remain
And I'm acting like you did this to me
Don't look at me or my heart will bleed
Don't touch me or I will cry
Don't mistake my gazes as need
Don't look sad when I sigh
My words please heed
And never kiss me or I'll die.
Lost PlaceLost Place in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My hiding spot has been found out
So now I might have to do without
Beyond a shadow of any doubt
It may no longer be secure
The mask has come off my face
Showing my one true disgrace
My dignity gone without a trace
And leaving me so damn unsure
So now my problem has begun
That they know I'm the Lost One
My careful plans come undone
And everything falls apart
Being spotted in a place like this
Where my manners are quite amiss
And I wanted no one to know it exists
My presence on deviant art.
Why did they find my spot?
Though one can hope that they forgot.
But more than likely they have not
So I'm sustained on a hope.
But there's no hope; my secret's out
So they all now know what I'm about
And I have no way to make a new route
So how am I going to cope?
Not Worth ItNot Worth It in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I though you two together would belong
But I'm beginning to see I have it wrong
Because you can both barely get along
And there is no way that will ever work.
At every single little slight
One of you starts a fight
Neither one is ever right
And never will be.
Don't you play with the other's heart
You had best spend some time apart
You ask my advice, this I will impart
Sometimes it is better to move on.
I tell you Bolden and Petite
Your relationship you can't repeat
So you should accept Love's defeat
Because it can never be what it was.
Frosted StoneFrosted Stone in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
In the deafening silence
Of an empty home
I sit in my residence
The last of the dying light
Comes through the shade
Another lonely night
But there's no reason to be afraid
Just afraid of the dreams
Afraid of what they bring
Awake with a scream
With no one to cling (to)
But its only sad when I wake
Without anyone by my side
But its better than heartbreak
Save love for the misty eyed
Beyond caring that I'm lost
Apathy puts me on my own
See my heart covered in frost
And made out of stone
Do I Dare?Do I Dare? in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Would you catch me if I fall?
Would you wipe away my tears?
Would you answer if I call?
Would you banish all my fears?
Can I count on you to be there?
Or will this just turn out the same?
Do you really mean that you care?
I'm sick of this stupid game.
Do I dare trust you once more?
Should I let my heart open to pain?
You've fooled more twice before
Anymore, is it really worth the gain?
These foolish acts I am so sick of
Where you manipulate my love.
CheckmateCheckmate in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A single star shines in a darkened sky
Watching as time below it does fly
But its not participating, just standing by.
Looking down on everyone else's cares
But never being one of theirs
Seeing their emotions, but never in them shares
Too far away to take part
Far too timid to try to start
Thus it remains set apart
Like when in a check without a move
Not a chance to get out of the groove
And no way to make one's game improve.
When one's surrounding pieces will fall
One's king simply cannot stand tall
And he will accept his resting pall.
A king loses his crown
A star falls down
Without making a sound
Apply HereApply Here in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Is it too much to want to be
Someone's full time honey
Why is it such an issue to hold my hand?
I swear that it won't make him less a man.
He claims to care, but has yet to prove
'cause when we're together, away he will move.
I can only take so much of this
Hence I'm putting up this notice:
Full time boyfriend, apply here
But please only if you are sincere.
Requirements are rather slim
It's easy to be better than him
Feel free to stop by on your way
Just fill out an application today!
ShouldersShoulders in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'm going to tell you
This straight and plain (because)
My patience you strain
He and I are through.
Him, I will no longer pursue
Because that has been in vain
I'd have to be quite insane
To not bid him adieu.
That relationship is over
I've had all I can take
I'm going to refuse his demur
If it he would make
Yet my heart for him does still stir
But I still think that this isn't a mistake.
XgreenerXgreyXshe rises abrubtlyXgreenerXgreyX in Free Verse More Like This
she looks all around
she is sitting alone without him
she is in the grey time
the streets are empty
its her place.. she knows
i dont know this place she cries
no use in denying
her cuts are gone
yet her heart isnt beating
i am dead... i died... baby please help me
sadly... she looks for another choice
a horrible feeling
its creeping within her
where am i she cries desperatly
its sad, yes she knows
she cries for the one she loves
no tears are falling
the grey time is here
her place to learn
the saying haunts her
..."always greener on the other side..."
her pale face turns flushed
she digs deep to find it
he feels her pull
"be happy for what you have...."
the words in her hear
she feels him grasping her
open your eyes your dreaming
only a dream?
he whispers to her "i love you always.. no need to look"
i love you too
the grass isnt greener... in the grey
The Wrath of Manthe wrath of manThe Wrath of Man in Free Verse More Like This
heavier than lightning on my heart
it sends sparks flying
the vision of the true hell
the wrath of human beings
a crysis within its self
judgemental eyes scanning the un holy
un holy eyes wondering why
only one true judge has the power
it shouldnt rest in our hands
we all are unworthy
so why does man judge another
the sliced wrists are considered lower than another
they cut because they hurt
your wrath kills them
i bleed inside my ghostly flech
the wrath of man
hell presented by humans
bloody templesim alone in my "home"bloody temples in Free Verse More Like This
just my bloody beat wrists and me...
im alone withing myself
only my hand can i feel
everyone else is moving
i take one single step
my foot becomes crushed painfully..
a burden in my path
they all think im happy
they think i have it all
the only thing i have is nothing and a razor
nothings such as
cuts heartache numbness
my life is saturated with hate
i hate myself
they hate me hating
i could take it all away
be happy with my king
ill hold the single shot
up to my temple
blow my fears away
the blood with be bad
my poor bloodle temple
but with it
my sorrows will be gone
in just one fearfull life ending second
Faith Lines, For FaithPoise.Faith Lines, For Faith in Free Verse More Like This
Let black and white ring
The silhouettes echo vibrantly down my hall
My stance becomes weary as I fall to the words
As I crush to the memories
Condolences to all ye who breathe upon my pity
… Today is the day you will cease!
Dry in your dank, shallow hearts.
The melodic rhythm still pulses to your name
I shall never decipher your back to visualize my salty tears
Horizons beauty with promises
Take care, my hand and vibe into my trembling digits.
Escape me to a kingdom of mellow smiles
ESCAPE ME TO ANOTHER staff!
My flesh flushes in your smile; enlightening you gleam, you gleam.
A newborn infant becoming of insecurities.
A heart in you is what I chance.
Ill waltz with my newfound today; ill conquer
Scars of intern become the strong of you; a new horizon awaits for you.
Love will break us all
Yet, being broken for you…. Positive on every diamond in the heavens.
My faith lies on your trust.
Pulse forward; revive from hate that holds you back.
Brokenshes silently cryingBroken in Free Verse More Like This
dripping through her veins
he heart is dying dryly
the depressed notes of harmony
are her only comforts
asking for peace of mind
like asking for a miracle in hell
the screaming in her eardrums
tunes out the inside pain
just enough time to give her soul a break
she longs to be gone
but lacks the guts to pull the trigger
shes living in her tears
drowning in her shallow breathes
the sickness creeps in so fast
she locks thr world out
cuts the blue
and bleeds the red
cirlces of pain under her eyes
shes so tired
its cold and lonely
even in a sea of smiles
she stands out
shes the hurt
cutting doesnt solve anything
yet hurting from the cuts
solves the pain in her mind
she is broken
Mutual Feelingsi want someone to loveMutual Feelings in Free Verse More Like This
an art filled mind to think like me
he wont mind lacing his strong fingers
with my pencil smudged hands
i want him to love me
to love what i do
to seduce me slowly
to make sweet love to me
he will fill the empty spot
he will make me happy and whole
i want him to hold me
to whisper sweet nothings
in my ear
encourage my personality
tell me im beautifull
to have a strong heart
look at me with deep eyes
to lay with me
and look at the stars
wishing that i was his for forever
to talk about anything
i want to trust him
i want to say "i love you"
and mean it
a love so strong
i want him to want more
i know he is out there
hoping and wating
he thinks like me
he wants someone to love
Painim falling againPain in Free Verse More Like This
my feet are slipping
my body is melting
into bloody nothingness
almost like my heart
cut one to many times
my comfort is me
which is nothing
my thoughts are detailed
while i sit in a boring daze
i want to know Him more
i long to be happy
just to feel something
more than cuts
than bad thoughts, memories, heartache
i love him
he loves himself
he is so blind
maybe im blind
i like being hurt
old cuts burn on my arm
the pain is closing in
this is my life- pain
Sleeping In My Sunk In Windowdeceive me and leave me standing in my beingSleeping In My Sunk In Window in Free Verse More Like This
rot deep inside of my soul
this is the moment...
this is the moment...
this is our moment!
take it or leave it.
i know your shoulders are my spill canvas's
im leaving red stains from the stiched x's
-that bud and bloom with the hatefull side VIEW stares
-my eyes are glazed with the scenic VIEW
-out of my rear VIEW
-out of my rear VIEW...
a picture tessled and twisted
with underlying hope and negative happily ever afters
the textured sky twists and hovers over me
i wear these clouds as my crown
my most depriving enemy lies in my bloody cuticles
this is tommorow
tell me that were bulemic
tell me that were bulemic
EXPLAIN THE BULEMIA!
you're a bitch, my sweet, sweet heart
blades of green have turned to silver slice devices
my own loneliness has become the only occupant of my home
my permanent paced earthquake of a house
take me back to the days of looking up and falling down
your weapons slid from my healing process's enemies
as we q
The End Of Our Innocenceyou lied when you promisedThe End Of Our Innocence in Free Verse More Like This
face the facts were now dead and dry
your appologies cant mend the tears this times
your tears wont cure my pain in the dark
your forevers and always are scratched
unplayable on my recod machine
cold showers wont pull the trigger and take away our pain
no not this time
we are past fallen and your episodes are reocurring
reocurring lies glissade from your lips
this is not unfamiliar to your reflection
you have my notes playing emo and melancholy
if only you wouldve kept your word
i would not be pestilent
you would not be begging
your pittifull in your regrets
you overlooked me, dropped your promises and ran
we are now dull
it hurts me to leave you isolated in your sorrows
yet if i stay, its my being in vain
you have already killed me
lets not make that negative
well, more than it already is
you ovechose me by her and you were used
i know it hurtsd to realize your regrets
just take a cold showers
pretend its all straight
im no longer a figment of you
you have b
Blue Heart Blackinto darkness her feet leadBlue Heart Black in Free Verse More Like This
along to road to happiness
is where she longs to be
her mind is too twisted
no one can see
her heart is beating
her lungs are breathing
yet she is still dying
she might as well be pronounced dead
out of her misery
surrounded by bodies
but trapped by darkend glances
puts on her headphones
to tune the pain out
she loves the song - she cries the words
sitting on the cold floor
tears up to her neck
she begs for the to fall faster
her seatbelt is always left off
she hopes for a calamity
she draws the sharpness
pulls it into life
slicing into her innocence
the blood falls for the last time
into death her feet led.....
Crazy LoveThey said that it was Breaking NewsCrazy Love in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A triumph scientific;
Not one minute did they lose
The message was specific...
'Neath camera's glare the man announced
In an excited wheeze,
"Our studies show this thing called LOVE
Is akin to a mental disease!"
Perplexed and stunned, the crowd was still,
No reaction did they show,
Till one man shouted, "Tell us please
A thing we don't already know!"
"Mushy poems on Valentine's Day,
Rings that swallow half our pay,
Not happy till your wife you've made 'er,
A screaming brat comes nine months later..."
"D'you think we'd go through all that pain
If LOVE were something that was sane?"
The DungeonIts behind the coffee...The Dungeon in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
That sits on a shelf-
Ive been there in person
Ive seen it myself!
They just walk around it
Like nobody cares,
Ignoring those dark and mysterious stairs
To the dungeon.
And so, while I linger here
Sipping my tea,
I cant help but ponder
What reason thered be
For a sweet, small cafe
So pleasant and charming
To have as its centerpiece,
Dark and alarming,
A portal that leads
To a dungeon!
I suppose itd come in handy if
A patron thought his bill to stiff,
Or a cheapskate who leaves
A tip too small,
Or screaming children
And thats not all-
Ill bet thats even where they choose
To toss those who enter
Without shirt or shoes,
And clumsy kids who spill their milk
They lock them and all
Their detestable ilk
In the dungeon!
All you artists of open mic-
Choose only the pieces
You think folks will like.
Carefully consider your hits and your misses
Cause here they dont both
Winter GlowBlackness borders shrunken days;Winter Glow in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The weakened, chastened sunshine rays
Appear resigned to lose the fight
Against the dark, encroaching night...
Quick! Strike a flame! Let's help the sun
Hold back the darkness! Everyone-
Raise up a candle, light a spark!
We won't surrender to the dark...
We'll BE the light- just watch us glow;
Illuminating smiles show
Where Kindness, Love, and Laughter dance
The Dark and Cold don't stand a chance!
The FlingIn case of emergency,The Fling in Free Verse More Like This
Now youve done it.
Youve turned on the Siren.
One finger beckons
Red nail glistens.
Come here, my dear,
And face the consequences.
A SkylightWhat do you call a skylightA Skylight in Free Verse More Like This
Sleep is hard work.
Read my dreams,
and youll know...
"None of Your Business""None of your business!""None of Your Business" in General Fiction More Like This
There. He said it. How many cheerfully insincere 'Good morning, how are you?'s could one man stand without resorting to an honest answer every once in a while? He wryly noted the blue smocked cashier exchanging a startled and slightly amused glance with the young mother who stood next in queue. As if this well-fed, middle-aged, 'big box' store drone actually cared how he was. He frowned to himself as the sound track of bland store music, punctuated with the 'blloop' of scanners duly reading bar codes, poured into the vacuum created by his breech of social etiquette. As if. Time was when storekeepers in this town more often than not knew how their customers were without asking, and if they did chance to ask, it would be by name. That was before all those 'flatlanders' from down south moved up and built fancy, expensive houses on the mountainsides, bringing 'progress' and 'big
UpgradeOne day we said, "We just can't wait,Upgrade in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
We mustn't miss a beat
We'll change our Windows 98
To one less obsolete
I unplugged the tower from its wire maze
For an upgrade I did ask
The man said, "Three to five business days
It'll take to finish the task."
Computerless. At first it seems
An inconvenience small,
Then came the barely stifled screams-
Oh, no! Computer withdrawal!
No E-mail! Our palms did sweat
No solitaire! No internet!
Indeed, our longing got so bad
We even missed the pop-up ads!
Day after day our gaze would land
(We couldn't help ourselves)
Upon the bare computer stand
It's empty, lifeless shelves.
Three to five days long were past
When finally, it came at last
A joyful message on the phone
Hurray! Our baby's coming home!
So share with us our boundless joy!
We welcome home our favorite toy,
And hope with desperate hope and tears
That we won't need an upgrade for many years!
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93 Million Miles
To Dance for my Delight
In the Morning Mist...
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Electric candlelight within-
The convenience is high,
And there's certainly less
Of a seedy, pulpy, pumpkin mess...
And drawing the face,
And deciding the smile-
Blunt teeth or jagged?
(This takes a while)
Avoiding a slip
Giggles and laughs
Make it hard to grip.
Find the candle it needs
Then roasting the seeds...
Did I say I prefer the ceramic one?
The truth is... a real pumpkin's much more fun!
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My feet led me in from the cold and chill
And no time did it take
Before I was nestled with coffee
And warmth from the oven
And scent of fresh bread...
"Just this one time won't ruin my diet."
"After all, there's really nothin'
That compares to a fresh baked
So... I've got to be good
For the rest of the day
Say "no" to temptation that comes my way...
'Cause the Bakery indulgence
(so sinfully sweet)
Has used up my daily
allowance for treats!
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"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
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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
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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
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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
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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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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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Jareth walked contentedly down a side street in the Goblin City. Darkness surrounded him as he moseyed along, smiling at the few goblins out at this hour; an action that thoroughly confused the goblins and sent them scurrying for cover. The actions of their king were most peculiar of late. It was almost as if he was dare they think it, happy. However little did they know, the King was not happy. He was ecstatic, euphoric, exultant, walking on cloud nine. There were so many ways to describe how happy he was, but in all reality, none of it mattered. The only thing that mattered was that she'd said 'yes'.
The Goblin King didn't notice the way his subjects scampered fearfully away. In fact, he didn't really notice much except for the way the stars seemed to shine a little bit brighter. He hummed to himself and let his feet lead the way down the cobblestone path. A small cloaked figure went unnoticed in an alleyway until it stepped out and addressed the
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It was December the twenty first and Sarah sat in the bay window in the salon of her family's Victorian home. In the twelve days Jareth had been gone, there had been a monster of a blizzard, leaving some homes without electricity for several hours until emergency crews had righted the situation. Now though, it snowed lightly. Large bits of white fluff drifted lazily from the gray overcast sky to add to the already giant piles of snow. Sarah rolled her eyes; Mother Nature was taking the "white Christmas" thing just a bit too far.
She glanced at the clock; it was six o' seven and dinner would be served at six thirty. Jareth was late again. Maybe the goblins needed another firm talking to? Or perhaps he'd been found out by the fae who're watching him? Sarah slumped against the cool windowpane, her breath fogging the immediate vicinity. This was worse than Thanksgiving. The waiting seemed so much more intense and interminable. Of course that could
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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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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 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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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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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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"I brought you something," Zevran announced as he strode out of Denerim's market square.
Alessar looked at the other elf curiously, wondering what he'd found this time. The man was almost as bad as a real, feathered crow, Alessar thought with amusement. He was constantly finding little trinkets or such things and showing them, or outright giving them, to his lover. Sometimes he bought them, if they caught his eye in a marketplace; most times they were things found in the course of exploration. Either way, the Antivan seemed to enjoy surprising him with these small gifts every so often.
The Warden tried not to let his expectations rise as Zevran made his way over to where he waited for the rest of the group, but it was hard not to look forward to one of the Antivan's presents. Even the smallest were usually worth a smile or a laugh.
"I had wondered if I'd ever see this in Ferelden," Zevran said con
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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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It was still almost impossible to believe. Had they really, truly, found the Urn of Sacred Ashes, the last earthly remains of the Prophet Andraste?
Alessar brushed his hand over his belt pouch again, knowing that nestled inside, wrapped a tiny envelope of oilcloth, was a pinch of those ashes. They had seen a High Dragon, they had been questioned by the shades of Andraste's contemporaries... they had somehow fought phantom copies of themselves, and they had even walked through fire. All of that to finally come to Andraste's final resting place. For a short time, their worldly concerns had seemed almost trivial in comparison.
He certainly wasn't the most religious person, but it was the Chantry, and their rules and laws and history, that he had little love for. Like many elves, he had a sense of reverence for Andraste herself, for what she had done and the message she had tried
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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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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