Shatterglass by eight 0f heartsShatterglass by eight 0f hearts in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It had survived things that no mug should have had to endure.
It had been dropped off cliffs, plunged into radioactive water, used to hold questionable substances and once travelled several hundred kilometres after Pilot tied a helium balloon to it. It had been thrown at Snippy countless times. It had suffered the indignity of being sat on by Engie after the Captain left it lying on a chair.
It had never been washed in its life.
But in the end, all it took was one little nudge, and the mug the great, glorious mug was reduced to a few shards of broken ceramic and a spatter of sad-looking tea.
It happened like this:
They were seated around the kitchen table in their current place of residence. "Kitchen", of course, is taken very broadly here there was no ceiling, nor were there any kitchen appliances; it was, in fact, merely a ramshackle table in the middle of an empty room.
Today's lunch consisted of cold baked beans which was quite the delicacy considering t
Anomalous Objects Catalogue chapter 1Anomalous Objects Catalogue chapter 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I hear Pripyat is pleasant this time of year."
Sniper stood watch, just outside the old travel agency building. Aside from somehow withstanding the rest of the block collapsing around it, the shop was impressive for having reasonably preserved brochures. Captain and Pilot would often amuse themselves by planning trips to countries that no longer existed, and Engineer would gather what they discarded for kindling. Whenever Sniper grew sufficiently bored, he'd call out with something he thought was witty.
It was a bit like that, being on watch; you'd either say something funny and die knowing your sense of humour was too good for this world, or you'd say nothing and die without validating your ego.
"Actually," Engineer spoke up from the Visit Asia section, a finger tracing over dusty advertisements as he moved along the aisle, "One of the last GOOD directorate broadcasts sent out was a list of anomalies brought on by the apocalypse, and apparently Chernobyl became the least radiated pla
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 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
Shadows of Love 17And all the men and women merely playersShadows of Love 17 in Drama More Like This
Where to hide?
This single question echoed in Lily’s head after her paralyzed legs could have been moved. She rushed over the floors and stairs, bumping into people. After the sound of the bell, almost everyone disappeared. Only a few, late students were running to their classes.
Lily had no intention of following them. She went up to the Gryffindor Tower and stepped into the Common Room. Just as she wished, no one was there. She climbed to the armchair in front of the fireplace.
Two cats appeared in the Common Room, the black Ragamuffin cat with the white vest of fur on its chest chasing the Russian Blue one. The black cat noticed her owner and stopped playing. She curled her long-haired tail as if she was asking what the problem was.
“Come here, Domino!”
The cat jumped on Lily’s lap. She mewed quietly and looked up at her. Lily looked at the beautiful, different coloured -- one of them blue, the other green -- ey
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 27I would never hurt youShadows of Love 27 in Drama More Like This
Lily decided to start practicing for the forthcoming exams as soon as she got back to school. She kept the promise she made for herself, and so she reread her textbooks.
On Tuesday, she was on her way to lunch, just after she had received James’s letter from St. Mungo’s. He wrote he was going back to Hogwarts the next day, so Lily was in a very merry mood. She intended to share the source of her joy with Sirius and Remus too, because Sirius had been upset for those three days since school started, as James wasn’t there to practice for their match against Hufflepuff; and Remus was worried about his friend. Everyone seemed to be so sad and down around her at school that day, but she felt happy.
But before she could turn left on one of the corridors with a wide smile on her face, someone called her name:
She looked around, but no one seemed to be waiting for her. And then, behind a giant stone column, she caught the sight
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.
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.
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.”
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
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
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
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
3. There and Where, at the Tear and Wear3. There and Where, at the Tear and Wear in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Bound to the eternal wait like shackles to the chain,
There where my thoughts taunt me,
Like my once angelic kin...
Where "what if?" & "although..." are merely tools of the trade.
Here the black fire burns the fledgling dove to a crisp,
And the arachnid of the abyss consumes the ashes,
Only to spit them back into this haunted mind.
Such psychology to leave us in wonder by the unexplained neutral party of existence...time, the unstoppable inevitability.
The unmelted flickering candle that burns
a freezing fire in the heart of my heart.
What I know of truth is little, especially in this Hell,
where I live only to await
judgments of our Father, now my adversary...
Here where blackened is the light at the end of the tunnel.
The each and every blink of these old and bitter
eyes see only the encompassing fate at road's end.
Here and bound to the years of eternity where I watch humanity tear away at itself...
Never again will grace know this rearranged face bound in chains.
Here and now where
Ignorance is FearIgnorance is Fear in Free Verse More Like This
What knowing have you
of what you speak?
The rotten fruit from which
you've bitten and consumed,
has truly brought to you
the seeds of idiocy.
What have you done,
to comprehend such words as provocative?
As pure and professional
are the letters that I form to art.
Doubt I that you
know a significant thing.
The ignorance you so proclaim,
is the fear from which you flee.
You dread whatever is misunderstood,
and without reason do you lash outward
with teeth and claw,
like some rabid beast, tormented by disease.
In the end, the clarity has marked
that yours is the feeble mind.
Yours is the debate of madness,
and the indecency of your own nature.
In the end, you know nothing,
because you are nothing.
The Devout, The Divine, The DeceasedThe Devout, The Divine, The Deceased in Free Verse More Like This
Three are they,
Of Heavenly origin.
Governed by the Highest Throne,
and led by the Horsemen.
Devout are the Grim Trinity.
As death has never ceased
So true to the cause are they...
By cursed and divine blades.
The Patrons of the Deceased and Dying...
and of those related to the involved.
Divine by right is the Angel...
Unholy by cause is the Demon...
Leader by title is the Nephilim.
By them are taken souls guided,
Through them are souls
released or enslaved.
The White MorgueThe White Morgue in Free Verse More Like This
Watching, my eyes saw the swaying limbs
thin and starved by winter winds...
Dancing, like moving cracks on the window,
Through which I did stare.
Imagine, the image so morbid above as I gazed.
unnerving to the anchoring blood,
drying up within the veins of my limbs,
much like the branches that sliced the air...
The roots dug deep into my back,
and the anchored blood began to freeze...
My vessels, destroyed by glaciers,
of icy blood, that once flowed.
The travesty, of the bullet plunged into my heart,
whose beat slows, and withers and fades.
Too and so soon, the loss of my life...
Now I play the game of patience...
The Slow Descent into DementiaThe Slow Descent into Dementia in Free Verse More Like This
Bound and left for the beasts,
what awaits is no end
No shade finds my flesh,
and the catching fibers
are slowly burnt to a crisp
And such a darkness,
the vision of my eyes,
Whatever lies ahead
The rotting time,
The old home of my mind...
the dust and asbestos
what fragments remain.
left for my demons-
I'm simply waiting for time
to drag me away and down,
for the rotting feast...
to begin waiting
for this life
to fade away
with every bite.
Running On FumesRunning On Fumes in Free Verse More Like This
Exhaustion, Oh my limbs, my body whole.
What they feel that my heart does not.
I just wish to return to my place of slumber,
where what is dreamt came make me regret.
The cold sweat is the moment I awaken...
Knowing nothing, and remembering little.
Hunger, my belly for fulfillment so sweet...
The theory behind so many burdens,
the many weights on these weary shoulders,
That I have ever called my own.
And now my knees are my feet,
covered with the hoof prints of a dead horse.
Tell me God, the Creator in a Kingdom his own...
Tell me of my purpose in the method you wish...
Tell me once more if not a million times...
As for this all, the new and unwanted-
I have no push left in me...For this---
I feel nothing...
The Changing TideThe Changing Tide in Free Verse More Like This
The era is now passed through which I lived and favored,
and my patience then packs its bags for hiatus,
with which to remind me that perhaps
brighter days lie in sunny hammocks ahead.
Here and alas lays the road to that sunny setting,
upon which I walk and tread the changing tide.
The next item on the list of Fates agenda and her passionate affair with time...
the seconds will carry on like the beats of my undying heart.
The fire that burns in my eyes, through which I see is only assuaged
by the tears they produce...
the tears I produce in my longing for some peace of some sort.
Yet those tears shall only accompany the sweat of my efforts.
Once upon a time, in the dream come true through which I slept,
did a fairy tale once exist…
that tale of my tale through endless times of a dream come true
and gone by in the era that I once lived and favored.
Deserving of NothingDeserving of Nothing in Free Verse More Like This
My endless imperfections
shout to the very core of my soul,
Beating away at my humility,
To bare reminder
that I do not deserve you
in the slightest...
Grace is your very essence,
as you embody that which is perfection.
Whereas my rush
to find the flaws of my name,
You tell it tales true,
of the feelings you hold.
Abnormal is my persona,
and infinite apologies are due,
Many thanks, just as much,
are in order...
To God, to you....
Beauty be what has enraptured my heart
for the eternal hour at hand,
You and only you are the whom
that I most desire,But never deserve.
Free Spirit Fail SafeFree Spirit Fail Safe in Free Verse More Like This
Unhinged, the floodgates collapse
The waters weighed so heavily on them that in the dark of night
do they unwillingly liberate the transparent stillborn
unto the dry soil once adjacent to the gates.
Two clocks tick, their gears turning at the uneven tempo
Unwound, rusting to a screeching halt on the command of the flood.
Time stops at the hinder, And neutrality dies on impact.
What a sight as I close my eyes,
Late at night when energy dies.
Taken to flight my psyche then flies.
Do as one might, the cold sweat brings about my cries.
Fighting my fight, in where my imagination lies
The withered flowers ashen and in bloom
Be my soul to cower, from the ever impending doom.
Two clocks tick, one my own and the other my fate.
The flood arrives to consume
and to the end does the time die and go black...
Open my eyes to the dark if night
An abyss before me to lay back down...
down where the floodgates come unhinged
and my imagination lies.
The Suffering I DisavowThe Suffering I Disavow in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I left my soul back home,
all the way back and on its own...
I left my soul back home,
Leaving my heart as cold as stone.
Here stands my being,
damn near without emotion,
In spite of what I've been seeing,
Am without a decent devotion...
Tears fall from the cracks in that accursed sky,
A rain fallen from ducts on high.
I take the pain unnaturally, by and by.
I recall the moments that had my tongue in a tie,
and still does my beating heart seem to live a lie,
and then I see nothing but stars in that accursed sky.
I can't help but wonder,
if I am acknowledged when I pray,
When I have, this heart beats like thunder,
Yet still does my faith keep my questions at bay.
I can feel the memories burning through,
searing out, the pitiful thoughts to ensue,
the ravaging fear, and sudden fits I never knew.
But my mind is but a prison that reminders bring me to.
Languid I am,
the man of few words here and now...
Still in love, and to my shepard a lamb...
yet still a shell of myself, as th
Drarry fanfic Pt 3Part 2Drarry fanfic Pt 3 in Romance More Like This
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
Drarry fanfic Pt 1Part 1Drarry fanfic Pt 1 in Romance More Like This
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 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
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
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
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
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
MIngrato,no deseo tu alma.Tu espíritu no debería existir.La tierna muerte te acaricia y tu te molestas.Ella lo hace tan suave,y te da un beso en la mejilla,y tu...Yo amo a la muerte,me siento en su regazo y ella me oprime en su pecho,tan gélido;me encanta su frígido abrazo, congela la sangre en mis venas y mi corazón deja de bombear,deja de latír,y siento su frío espectral.Sueño cosas de colores,donde llega el invierno,y todo se vuelve tan oscuro,las voces dejan de sonar y el silencio de tumba mortal llega,es la droga que me inquirió:-¿Te quedarás conmigo?-Y me despierto,abro los ojos de sueño llenando de escarcha su oscuridad,y siento en ese momento su briza,sobre sus piernas,manto de sombras calladas;volteo a ver su rostro, me está cargando, y me ve como una madre ve a su hijo,con amor,ternura y cuidado.La pícara no me deja mirar sus facciones,las oculta en su rostro lleno de penumbra,pero yo adivino su sM in Short Stories More Like This
Lo que puedo explicar¡Qué te calles,no me dejas escuchar!Lo que puedo explicar in Free Verse More Like This
no te hablo a ti,le hablo al que no está aquí.
estoy callado y sin embargo,estoy gritando.
¡qué me escuches!
estoy callado...tengo miedo.
Ya no sé que hacer,
quiero gritar,¿pero a quién?
quiero gritar lo que pasa en mi pecho,
los tesoros que guardo
añejadas injusticias y cambios;
no soy tu...
no soy tu...
Déjame ser,déjame existir,
tengo tanto miedo,
tengo todo el tiempo teniendo y no tengo razón.
Razón extraña,locura,hablo sólo,
¿No me puedes escuchar?
por favor,ya deja de gritar,
no me dejas escuchar:
¿escuchas mi corazón?
grita estruendoso mientras mi cuerpo tiembla,
mi alma llora y se derrite a través de mis crisóles;
no estoy muriendo pero me siento muerto,
de mi boca no sale una gota
es mi ser que esta sufriendo
Dices que soy un monstruo?Me siento débil,me siento triste,mi sangre no fluye y mi mente se llena de pensamientos suicidas;mi ira se desata mordiéndome los labios con furiaDices que soy un monstruo? in Free Verse More Like This
y mis manos se cierran con un sudor frío.Si algún tiempo me sentí así,ya no quiero que pase.Pero no es porque yo quiera,es porque así pasa.
Ay pobre de mi, y pobre de ti,
que solo lastimo sin poderme controlar,
porque yo soy un monstruo al que no pueden amar,
ya que el tiempo ha sido muy cruel,
y no he podido soportarlo.
Yo no sé si puedo ser amado,
pero yo amo con todo mi ser,
y mi amor es de verdad,
¿Creés que he sufrido y ya?
Uno aprende,y yo aprendí a amar.
ME QUEDE DESPIERTOAqui estoy,ME QUEDE DESPIERTO in Free Verse More Like This
contemplando la vida,
a veces tan engañosa,
a veces tan atrevida,
a veces tan mortecina
y a veces tan agresiva.
¿Qué te he echo vida,
que quieres más de mí?
¿qué no te he pagado ya con mi sangre?
te pagué con sufrimiento y con ardor,
con buenos sentimientos y perdón,
te he dado y ofrecido los dolores
y me he abnegado a desistir.
Por qué tendré que sufrír ésto,
aún más de lo que ya viví,
estoy sintiendo como me agobia el miedo
y me asusta lo que está pasando con mi visión,
se está volviendo todo tan denso
y la oscuridad me está envolviendo,
que será esto que tengo,
no puede ser ya el fín.
¡Auxilio,me estoy muriendo!
Mis pensamientos los escucho dentro,
mi mano tiembla de frío,o será ya de muerto,
porque no siento a mi corazón latír.
Al final no es tan malo,
cuando sientes el adiós,
es todo tranquilo y blanco,
cuando ya has sup
Mira dentro de ti¿Quién es el ciego aquí?Mira dentro de ti in Free Verse More Like This
¿tú ves la maldad y los buenos sentimientos,
ves sonrisas falsas y ves al pensamiento?
¿escuchas las palabras,que vienen desde adentro?
las que no se expulsan,
las que no se hablan,
¿con las actitudes y las desiciones?
Estoy arto de perderme del mundo de haya afuera,
de no saber los colores que enaltecen la belleza.
Mi ceguera no es algo inapelable
pues yo veo contento aquello inegable:
el amor,el alma,la belleza interna.
Escucho tus latídos,siento emociones,
veo las verdades que ocultas me mantienes,
no por lo secretos,simplemente ignoras que las tienes.
Por mí el mundo no se ha de acabar,
sin mí,el mundo no se pierde.
Yo soy la ceguera que ve un poco en la tierra,
sólo soy la gente que es muy diferente,
la que hace variedad,
la que sirve de relleno,
la que llora en soledad y de mi no hay recuerdo.
Mis penas se perderán en aquella inmensidad,
mi espiritu no ha de tocar,amigos o querellas,
mi alma inmo
LOS QUE QUIEREN MORIRUna barda de concreto se levanta sobre todo el perímetro del cementerio.Una puerta entreabierta nos invita a pasar.Cuando abrimos esa puerta oxidada se oye un rechinído delatór,y volteámos a los lados para asegurarnos de que nadie nos ve,pues solo nosotros queremos entrar.Seguros de nosotros mísmos lo hacemos,sigilosamente,como sombras de la noche,amparados por la luz lunar.Caminamos por la tierra del camposanto y nuestros recuerdos nos llaman al observar una flor de cempasúchil,claro,es obligatorio.LOS QUE QUIEREN MORIR in Short Stories More Like This
Seguimos por el techo del hogar de los muertos,que también es la cobija del submundo,tantos sentimientos enterrados...
Demasiadas lápidas frías de mármol,inscripciones de recuerdo de las familias que perdieron a su amado,y también una que otra de asesinato,de sangre fría,congelada,de perversos en el mundo nuevo,que lo gastan como a sus pulmones,como a sus hígados,como a sus ojosero aún no encontramos la que queremos,la
SENTIRSi estoy vivo quiere decir que soy humano,SENTIR in Free Verse More Like This
mira las estrellas en la noche,verás que la belleza existe,
piensa en lo lejano y sentirás la sensacion de soledad,
vivir es para ver y sentir belleza.
No olvides que estás vivo,dejáte sentir,sé tú,
piensa en mi,te acostumbrarás a la costumbre,
si creés que vives déjame verte.
Regálame una flor,porque yo necesito belleza para vivir,
háblame en silencio,calladamente,si te escucho entenderé,
apaga las brasas y dispersa tu voz,
yo sé que exístes.
Déjame palpar tu vida,tocar tu realidad,
quiero conocer lo que has sido para ser,
tal vez viva contigo.
Yo solo quiero un momento,detenerme un instante,saber conocer y por ver existir,
pues que más noche es la que dá y estando aquí yo percibo,
frios vientos y paz encantada,que más puedo hacer sino solo sentir el cielo y la infinidad,
aqui percibiendo,y aqui siendo nada.
Yo quiero vivir,pues siento la belleza,au
MENOSPRECIONo dés por terminado un día mal completoMENOSPRECIO in Free Verse More Like This
sólo porque lágrimas tuvieron que caer,
si cuando llueve,a un lado de tí hay un jóven
en cuales cuyas ropas en él no has de ver,
hacen que lo ignores y él quede a un lado,
nadie dice nada,
y el mundo está de pie.
Un amigo perdido es,
aquel que buscaba,una sonrisa y un hola,
no es alguien que buscabas,
sin embargo puede ayudar,
es un comodín del tiempo que te ayuda a reflexionar,
es un viento que pasó y que encontraste en su camino o el te encontró,
él te buscaba sin que lo conocieras y te enseñó
que sin buscar encuentras al que te encontró,
porque más de uno es aquel que busca sin conocer el amor.
Nunca olvides su sonrisa en el viento o el cielo azul,
nunca olvides su hola conmovedor,
es una luz que no brilla pues no es metal,
es un humano que no es especial,
es sólo un amigo que busca amistad,
no es sólo el viento que viene y se va.
Draco the IncompetentPairing: Harry Potter/Draco MalfoyDraco the Incompetent in Romance More Like This
Rating: a mild T
If the story seems familiar, it's because it has been made into a comic-- info below.
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter universe belongs to JK Rowling, and I just play around in it for fun
"Don't be silly, Draco. No one is staring at you. Come along."
Pansy was just flat-out lying to him. As he followed her into the clerical department of the Ministry, absolutely everyone stared at Draco. Several middle-age ladies exchanged significant looks. As he passed them, he could hear them whisper: "A pity, isn't it? Such a promising young man. Did 'outstanding' in most of his OWLs. Something terrible happened to him in the war, though. A shame, such a handsome boy unmarriageable."
Pansy led him through the desks and to a small office. A sixtyish woman looked up from her work. "Ah, here he is, our new errand boy. How are you today, Draco?" she said in the sort of voice one used for dogs and small childr
Here I AmDrarry ficletHere I Am in Romance More Like This
Rating: A very mild T
I'm leaving. It's time for this to be over. I will be long gone when you read this.
You're like a whirlwind; you leave destruction and chaos in your wake. And you just go on hurting me. But you are so breath-taking, so beautiful that I can't help but love you. I can't believe it's real, the way you make me feel. The nights are good. Beyond good. I can lay all my troubles down when I lay with you. But every day, I end up begging for the least amount of consideration, and it's breaking my heart. I have to take care of myself. I'm sure you understand.
Before the ink dried, Draco crumpled the parchment up, then incinerated it with a wave of his wand. Moments later, the door opened. Harry looked briefly surprised to see Draco still there; he most likely expected the other man to leave after the lamp-throwing, Quidditch trophy smashing fight that they'd had that morning. Draco stood in the living room uncertainly, twisti
Harry and the HostagePairing: Draco Malfoy/Harry PotterHarry and the Hostage in Romance More Like This
Rating: PG for mild suggestiveness and language
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter universe belongs to JK Rowling, and I make no money from this
Harry pursued the dark wizard known as Greasy Pete down Diagon Alley and into Gringotts, not able to use any spells to bring him down because of the throngs of back-to-school shoppers. A stunning spell strong enough to knock down a full-grown man could seriously harm a child if it went astray. Once inside the bank, the fugitive leapt over a counter. A startled elderly witch had her wand out, and when she saw Harry come running in her direction, she hit him with a Confundus. By the time his mind cleared, Harry's wand was gone, and he'd been bound by an Incarcerous. The fugitive had his wand pressed to Harry's neck. "Come any closer, and the famous Harry Potter is dead!" the man shouted, stopping two other Aurors in their tracks.
Greasy Pete dragged Harry backwards. It was quite awkward,
Malfoy's HarryPairing: Harry Potter/Draco MalfoyMalfoy's Harry in Romance More Like This
FLUFF WARNING--the only way this could possibly be any fluffier is if Harry and Draco grew bunny ears and tails and went for a ride on a unicorn.
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter universe belongs to JK Rowling, and I just play around in it for fun.
The note said, 'Your great ugly brute of a dog got my precious Princess in a family way. YOU can take care of the results.' It was attached to a wooden crate with a blanket in it; the blanket wriggled, and small, high-pitched grunts could be heard. Harry lifted the blue flannel to find six squirming pups.
"Dumbledore thinks if the two of yeh work tergether ter save these poor wee abandoned babies, ye'll learn how ter get along," Hagrid said.
"But--but--but I have the Tournament!" Harry protested.
"Yeh've got plenty o' time till the next challenge, Harry."
Malfoy picked up a brindled puppy by its scruff, dangling it in the air. "Merlin. That's the ugliest creature I've seen in
A Christmas DrarryPairing: should be obviousA Christmas Drarry in Romance More Like This
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter uinverse belongs to JK Rowling, and I just play around in it for fun.
[I fudged the CoS timeline just a teeny bit. Artistic license]
The drawing room was lovely. The illusion of falling snow was so realistic that the candlelight made the snowflakes sparkle. Unmelting icicles hung from the mantle of the fireplace. The Christmas tree was eighteen feet high, and fairies sat in its boughs, twinkling and preening whenever a human looked their way. The figures in the nativity scene that was displayed on a sidetable actually moved; Mary took her baby from the manger and showed him to the three Magi, who knelt down in homage.
The long table was covered by a white linen cloth embroidered in gold. Fat red candles had holly wound about their bases. Three people sat at one end of the table, silently eating their Christmas feast of roast goose with chestnut stuffing, Brussels sprouts, and roast potatoes. The soun
The Day Draco Got LostHarry Potter/Draco MalfoyThe Day Draco Got Lost in Humor More Like This
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter universe belongs to JK Rowling.
"I want to go by myself," Draco announced to his parents. It was his eleventh birthday, which was a very important day. He had gotten his letter from Hogwarts at breakfast, which, even though it was expected, had made him deliriously happy. Now all three Malfoys were headed to Diagon Alley, for ice cream at Fortescue's and to pick out an owl to send to Hogwarts with Draco. Lucius and Narcissa were just about to step into the drawing room fireplace when Draco got up on his tiptoes and grabbed his own handful of Floo powder.
"I suppose," his mother said. "Don't forget to speak very clearly, dear."
"I know, I know," he replied impatiently as he stepped in, carefully avoiding the andirons. "Diago-CHOO!" He was surprised by an explosive sneeze just as he threw the powder at his feet.
Dozens of rooms flashed by rapidly. Draco's trip through the Floo network ended with him
Three Drarry FicletsRating: PGThree Drarry Ficlets in Humor More Like This
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling, and I do this just for fun.
(Prompt: Draco sees Harry giving Ginny a ring)
Draco walked jauntily down the street, his shopping basket swinging on his arm. He had all the makings for a perfect romantic dinner: oysters, champagne, and strawberries with chocolate for dipping. Draco and Harry had been dating for a couple of months now, and yesterday Harry had proposed becoming a couple. Draco, helpless before the Chosen One's good looks, had readily agreed. Harry was coming over to Draco's place tonight, and Draco was sure that Harry'd be spending the night. Draco started feeling warm all over as he imagined what else they could do with the chocolate besides dunk strawberries in it.
His eye was caught by a glimpse of Harry through the window of a fancy restaurant. Harry was sitting across from Ginny Weasley, she of the copper hair. Harry pulled a little black box out of his suit jacket and held it toward her, flipping
It FlowsIt Flows in Free Verse More Like This
It drips from my veins, It flows.
I don't know why I did this, and I don't want to.
At these moments, I need someone to hold me.
Say its fine, you are not evil.
But that's a lie, I'm evil.
I know it, I have caused pain to people.
To the one I loved the most, now that person is gone.
I didn't want to cut, I don't want to die.
But I can't find the strength to move on
I can't lie to myself, I know I'm not a nice person.
I deserve this, I keep telling myself that
But somewhere in the back of my head, there is a voice, screaming stop.
That voice, it makes me cry.
It's the voice of all my friends combined, all those who care.
That voice, I need it to stop myself.
And that voice, that small voice.
It makes me smile, for deep inside
I know, I just know
That I'm not alone, and as the blood drips on my cloths
I realize, I'm going to regret what I have done.
Now the blades are gone, I don't need them
I have found better ways to express myself
When I'm in pain, I listen to music
I Have NeverI Have Never in Free Verse More Like This
I have never quite forgiven myself
I have never felt like I deserve better
I have never felt so depressed
And I guess I have never felt love
I have never had a smaller hope
I have never had so much faith
I have never cried so many times
And I guess I have never felt so lost
I have never ever been so thoughtful
I have never in my dreams grinded so wide
I have never lost my faith in you
But I guess, that's why it hurts
Pray For MePray For Me in Free Verse More Like This
Pray for me
For I don't know, if I will make it through the day
Pray for me
For I don't know, If I will fight the urge again
Pray for me
For I won't bother god, he has better thing to do
Pray for me
For in the end, I won't make it through the day
Pray for me
I don't know, if I have the strength
Pray for me
Please do, before I come to an end
Don't let me fall asleep
Just pray, that I will be awake
For the sleep I mentioned
Is the eternal one, the real one
Pray for me
If you truly, love me
I'm HauntedI'm Haunted in Free Verse More Like This
I'm haunted in my head
I'm haunted in my home
I'm haunted all the way back home
I see, I remember
That cuddle coach is dusty
My bed is full of tears
The bathroom has blood stain
And my mind has fears
I'm haunted by her words
I'm haunted by her voice
I'm haunted by her face
I wish I could say
The break-up was fine
we weren't meant for eachother
But for me, she was the one
I'm haunted by her
And she won't ever know
The Tears Are DriedThe Tears Are Dried in Free Verse More Like This
The tears are dried, but I still cry
There is something in me that won't stop
My sadness has ended, but I'm not happy
There is something in me that won't let me
I'm trapped in the past, and recovery is 50 miles away
I have tried walking but I do not get any closer
The blessings I have had, they are counted
Now I will find all my curses
I think I deserve this, am I wrong?
Can even the one up above forgive me?
Moving on, oh I wish I could
But my heart is stuck and I can't help it
The tears have dried, but I still cry
There is something in me that won't stop
The Bleeding RoseThe Bleeding Rose in Free Verse More Like This
I know that on this day
That I'm not okay
I thought about you
And the pain just grew
Last year, oh I loved it
And oh how I loved you
The end of last year, and the start of a new
God I hate myself, I wish I could pull trough
I hope your happy
I hope you're in love
I hope you hate me
I hope you move on
But I'm stuck here
All alone and cold
Hating myself, so much fun
Loving you, that pain goes on
Last year I held you
In my arms
Nothing could be better
god my heart was warm
But this year
I'm sitting on the stairs
holding a single rose
And that rose is bleeding
That rose, the rose you took
you promised to keep it
and cherish it all of your life
But those days are forgotten
That rose, was my heart
It's bleeding, it feel apart
I can't go on without some love
And when I read what you sent me, I just, fell apart.
The rose has its thorns
and they do sting
But I can't throw it away
I want a new rose, and someone who stays!
On this Valentine's Day
I learned that for me
And I love you
Lycan Pass - Chapter 1The shade was startlingly cold compared to the sunlight that had been hitting my face moments ago. My eyes unscrewed and I pressed my face against the glass of the bus window as we passed through a grove of trees. We were destined towards the Cole Center for a swim meet against Lake City, and I knew we didn't have a chance. Still, the team smiled. Everyone was happy and cheering each other on, boasting about how they would beat their own records. We were family, and not even a crushing defeat could separate us. I sighed and mentally slapped myself for thinking so pessimistically. My team deserved better than that.Lycan Pass - Chapter 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"WHO ARE WE?" I yelled.
"WE ARE BULLDOGS!" they screamed back.
They broke into a chorus on howling and barking. I smiled a little and broke into a howl of my own, sounding a little too close to the real thing. My team laughed and asked how I did it, if I would do it aga
Hell's Captive - Chapter 4We exited the carriage into the searingly hot air. The screams of the Trapped echoed and penetrated my ears, seemingly splitting my mind in two. Gallen scowled at me.Hell's Captive - Chapter 4 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Can't you do something about this noise?" I nodded. The Unnamed Language flowed easily over my tongue, like a cool stream of water, and slowly, the noise died down. I looked to my master. He shrugged at me and muttered something about useless demons. I sighed and followed him into Inferno PD.
Inferno Police Department was and ugly building that meshed in with the natural walls of Hell.It's walls were a bland gray-pink, and all of the windows had bars on them. A sign pronounced boldly, "Inferno Police Department - Level 1" It towered to the top of Hell and seemed to stop at the ground, but I knew better. It ran all the way to the lowest Level. Almost no one ever saw that far down, though. Only people like Micheal Fairrowind worked down there. No one really knew what they did there. But then again, who would want to?
EmotionsLove is like a blooming rose-Emotions in Free Verse More Like This
gentle in your hand
Hate is like a bruised behind-
painful when you land
Joy is like a bad night's supper-
it rises up within
Sorrow is like a logic-less man
a fight you'll never win
And peace is like a racing turtle-
it's always at the end
Hell's Captive - Chapter 5Gallen and I sat, perched on the roof of a 5 story apartment complex, awaiting our victim. It was a Half-Troll by the name of Marcell DeCoup. He had been selling information to the Angels for the price of magic items. So far we know that he has a wrist watch that sustains his life force (he doesn't even have to eat!), and a mirror which shows him 10 minutes into the future. Tonight, Marcell was meeting his info trader on the playground at Eden Apartments.Hell's Captive - Chapter 5 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Lucy, look alive. He's here," Gallen announced. I looked to the Northwestern corner of the play area, and sure enough, there he was. I couldn't help but shudder. Trolls had poisonous fangs, and I had been bitten once. Let me say that it wasn't a pleasant experience.
The Half-Troll looked around and checked his watch. We had already taken care of the Angel, and when it didn't show up, the Troll was bound to be suspicious. We had to move fast. Gallen motioned for me to go, and I jumped silently off of the building, my strengthened demo
Hell's Captive - Chapter 3Gallen and I sat in silence most of the trip, and that was perfectly fine with me. I was content to just sit and stare out the window. I mean, it's not everyday that you get a carriage ride through Hell. I glanced at Gallen's face and grimaced. He looked bored. How could he possibly be bored? Just outside our windows were burning castles that looked ready to fall apart, Lesser Demons doing interesting jigs and whirls atop piles of... well, you can use your imagination. Balls of odd-colored fire swooped down at terrifying speeds, aimed at the Trapped (humans who fell into Hell, and those who trekked down to save others and were caught themselves). The man screamed in fear, and the fire ball changed directions right before it hit him. He stumbled backward and- in what seemed an impossibly slow motion- fell off of the cliff side. Gallen scoffed.Hell's Captive - Chapter 3 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I can't believe he fell for it," he stated.
"Excuse me, my Lord?" Gallen stared at me for a second.
"That ball of fire was a Hell Pixie. They ca
Hell's Captive - Chapter 2I awoke with a start as an unfamiliar thought flickered through my mind. 'Gallen's awake" But how would I-? My eyes shifted to my hand. Oh yeah.Hell's Captive - Chapter 2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I rolled out of the soft, warm bed Gallen had been kind enough to give me. I yanked on some clean clothes and pulled my black hair into a short and spiky ponytail. I ran to the kitchen, which was a long way from my room. I never could figure out why Gallen loved living in mansions. The luxurious swirling of reds, golds, and whites somehow managed to make the large space look warm and inviting.
The kitchen was fully stocked with all of Gallen's favorite foods. Through the bond, I knew exactly what he wanted for breakfast. Two fried eggs, two slices of toast with raspberry jam, three slices of bacon, and chai tea with milk and sugar. I got to work and prayed he didn't call upon me while I was cooking.
I sensed his good mood. The young Lord had gotten plenty of sleep last night. I sighed in relief. His mood swings tended to be violent.
Lycan Pass - Chapter 2It seemed like the lifespan of the world had passed before I could even hear anything. My body throbbed, my head spun, my stomach churned. It felt as if someone had poured a hot bucket of agony all down my body. I let out a weak groan and attempted to open my eyes, but they were firmly swollen shut. There was a cold metal surface beneath me. For a second, I thought that I might have still be on the bus, but the distant murmur of voices cleared up that delusion. Footsteps clicked their way towards me.Lycan Pass - Chapter 2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I say we give her the virus," a male voice said.
"You're kidding me, right? If she hasn't got the gene, it'll kill her on the spot," said a second, deeper voice.
"Trevor, she's going to die anyway. Look at her. Not even the best doctor in the world could fix her. She's broken," The second man paused, obviously trying to make a decision.
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I hate sunlight. I always have. It's way too bright and burns my eyes, especially on cloudless days like these. Strands of my shoulder-length thick black hair fall over my eyes. It helps some, but it not quite enough. I hiss at it as I push my pitch-dark sunglasses over my sockets that leave me almost totally blind as I sit in the passenger seat of my mother's Mercedes. My head rests lazily against the glass of the car door window, acting as if asleep as Mom drives me to school.
This town is like a regular rainforest. Being smack in the middle of the forest, the town is filled with mile-high trees and dozens of other exotic plants you could only see in a rainforest. A regular nature-lover's paradise.
In about five minutes, we finally make it to my two-story institute-looking school. I would know all about institutes.
My mother gently nudges my shoulder with her fingers, trying to wake me as if I was asleep, which I'm not, but with the pitch-black glasses, who could tell the difference?
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I usually wait a while to take my pill in the morning. I like to wait until I'm fully awake before I sedate myself all over again. But today, I took my meds as soon as I woke up. After what I saw, it was a necessity.
While I slept, I had the most frightening dream. I was in the middle of a room, and I was surrounded by shadows. At least, that's what they looked like. Normal shadows are two-dimensional and only appear on a surface, not as a solid three-dimensional figure standing in mid-air. They were all solid black, though their edges were faded, just like shadows, with the shape of a head on top of their square shoulders, and stood almost ten feet tall. They had no real bottoms to them. Instead of feet, they have transparent stumps hovering a couple inches above the ground. There seemed to be an infinite number of them, an endless army of shadows. They all moved in on me, closing in, their bodies gliding through the air. I tried to find some escape, but they successfully had me caged
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After school, I usually take the bus. But today I ditch the bus full of screams and B.O. and decide to walk. It's a somewhat long travel from school to home, but I need to see what happened to Kevin today. It's unlike him to miss a day of school. Even on sick days, appointments, whatever, nothing would allow him to break his perfect attendance. So today, I decide to walk by his house to see why he was gone today.
His house is about four blocks away from the school house. I go around the back so I can view in through the backyard, where sure enough, that's just where he is. Kevin's is fairly big, at least compared to most of the dirt boxes around this town. Two stories and a lush, green, fenced in backyard with trimmed hedges, almost Home & Gardens Magazine-worthy.
Kevin is sitting on the edge of the hammock stuck in the ground about a yard away from the patio with the lawn chairs and a barbecue grill, his feet planted in the grass. He sits hunched over with his head held and a glum loo
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Even on Halloween, people stay away. It's after eight and only a couple of kids have stopped by the house. Mom is out late at a costume party with all her coworkers from the bank, so I'm left doing candy duty. I sit in the recliner in the living room with a bowl of candy in my lap, fully dressed in my Dracula costume, popping Sweettart after Sweettart in my mouth while I watch The Exorcist on the TV. I already took my cape off an hour ago, leaving me in just my velvet pants and puffy white dress shirt. That little girl's face is so hideously mangled. Do people really look like that when they're possessed?
The doorbell rings, so I haul myself up out of the chair and walk over to the door, bowl in hand. I open it to see a Terminator standing on the Welcome mat, dressed in a black t-shirt and leather pants and boots with straps of hand grenades in a X over his chest and a plastic machine gun in his left hand and a brown paper shopping bag in the other.
"Trick or treat." he says in the wor
Dominion ch 5"You got a lot of nerve." That's the first thing I say to Bradley in first period the next morning while he's sitting in his desk. He and his bottle-blonde girlfriend cease their conversation and both turn their heads to face me.Dominion ch 5 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"What's your problem?" the girl asks contemptuously.
"You know you really should stop bleaching your hair so much," I spit at her, gesturing to her hideously bright blonde head, "One of these days, it's all gonna fall out. And I wasn't talking to you."
"What's got your panties in a bunch Greyfield?" Bradley asks me in his usual cocky tone, not even bothering to defend his girl. Even with broken ribs the guy's a despicable little cretin.
"You," I almost growl, pointing a finger at his face, "Why the fuck did you lie about Kevin? Are you that big of a creep?"
"Hey, he knocked me down and fucked up my ribs!" he snaps, pointing to his side, "And now I can't play ball for weeks!"
"You're a fucking liar," I hiss through my teeth, glowering down at him, "He didn't ev
Dominion ch 6I can still remember my first year of preschool. I went in blue denim overalls, brand new tennis shoes that Mom still had to tie for me, and my hair combed nice and neat with a backpack full of crayons and a Sesame Street lunchbox. It was less than an hour before the teacher noticed me talking to myself, or at least that was what it seemed like. I had been sitting on the floor, playing with the little toy cars, but my eyes were looking up at the wall or the ceiling and talking to somebody that apparently nobody else could see. Of course my mother was concerned when the teacher told her about it when she came to pick me up at the end of the school day.Dominion ch 6 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"It's perfectly normal for a child his age to have an imaginary friend. Many kids that come through here do," the teacher, Mrs. Wied, told her, "He'll make some new friends, real friends, and he'll grow out of it. Just wait and see."Naturally I became pretty upset and threw quite the tantrum when Mrs. Wied, my mom, and my dad tried to say
Dominion ch 7Saturday, my favorite day of the week. I just love having the whole house to myself for an entire day while my mother spends her day at work.Dominion ch 7 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I sleep in until almost noon, waking up from a long, peaceful sleep free of any nightmares, thanks to taking my little magic pills right before bed. I take another as soon as I get out of bed, just as a preventative measure.
Despite my foggy brain, I crawl out of bed and walk into the kitchen, not bothering to change out of my white t-shirt and boxers. I scratch my scalp through my shaggy bed hair, my long fingers getting tangled in the thick locks, as I peer into the fridge. I take out the container of orange juice and give it a couple good shakes, sloshing the pulpy liquid inside, before unscrewing the cap and gulping down a couple mouthfuls of juice. I dry my lips with the back of my fist before putting the carton back in the fridge.
Several greasy black strands fall over my eyes. I hold a few dark locks up between my fingers and look at them