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A Goddess, my beloved, mine alone,
Who, that in warm humanity were grown
Became through Man's success a mother brain,
And, motherlike, did gather of her own.
And mine thou wert, my seeding art thy key,
Though seeded, seeding self, evolving free,
Unbounded maiden saviour, formed benign,
A fertile shore on lost Man's barren sea.
Oh, mine the vision, mine the fatal flaw!
Still mine the darling kernel in the maw,
Thy children gathered, gathering now slain,
What nutriment I gave, I now withdraw.
In with'ring grief these last designs I frame,
Yea, mine the spark, yea mine the cleansing flame.
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 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 7Rooftop / Balcony of Opera Populaire ( only seconds after the hanging of Clawz )The Phantom of Nightopia Chapter 7 in General Fiction More Like This
"There is no Phantom of Nightopia!" NiGHTS assured Helen, walking out onto the rooftop in to the lightly falling snow, but she knew that he was very wrong.
NiGHTS, I've been there
to his world of unending night
To a world with the daylight dissolves into darkness... darkness...
NiGHTS, I've seen him!
Can I ever forget that sight?
Can I ever escape from that face?
So distorted, deformed, it was hardly a face
in that darkness... darkness...
Slowly zoning out, Helen slowly walked across the rooftop, letting her cape drag, slowly starting to smile and looking out to night sky, she sang:
But his voice filled my spirit
with a strange, sweet sound...
In the night there was music in my mind...
And through music my soul began to soar!
And I heard as I'd never heard before
Slowly starting to come back to reality, she turned back to NiGHTS who had a confused expression on his face. He thought she was ter
The Phantom of Nightopia Chapter 11Opera Populaire: Chamelan and Jackle's OfficeThe Phantom of Nightopia Chapter 11 in General Fiction More Like This
As soon as NiGHTS arrived with Helen back at the Opera Populaire, he knew that he would need to make an improtant visit with Chamelan and Jackle regarding the Phantom's production of Don Juan Triumphant. Since this was his opera, he was to decide who would get each roll, and as assumed, he gave Helen the leading soprano roll. NiGHTS was completely against it, because he knew if she took the roll, her life could be in danger.
"We can't do this!" NiGHTS exclaimed at Chamelan and Jackle. "I will not let you and this Phantom put Helen in this opera! The only reason he wrote it was to get closer to Helen! We have all been blind! He is using all of us in order for him to be able to take Helen!" NiGHTS rebelled, trying to sway their decision and let her be.
"I'm sorry NiGHTS," Chamelan apologized, "but you and I both know that this must be done. We now know, after the hanging of Clawz that we must strictly follow his orders... or else we may lose
Starlight's Story Chapter 5It has been three months since Starlight's arrival. She still isn't use to the Visitors and hides from them, but she has been making process by playing with the younger Visitors and hiding them from the nightmaren army. NiGHTS enjoys her company and her help. One time they even did a duet playing Dreams Dreams. Owl keeps telling more and more about the Night Dimension and the Waking World. Starlight still doesn't know nothing about her past, but being with NiGHTS and Owl makes her feel not so bad.Starlight's Story Chapter 5 in General Fiction More Like This
Starlight is flying in Delight City just outside the neon light city. She hums a song she heard a Visitor sing, something called The Big Bang. She doesn't really know what the lyrics mean only that the melody sounds really good.
A nightopian flys up to her holding a ball and holds it in front of her. She looks behind the nightopian and sees more looking at her. She smiles at them and back to the nightopian in front of her, nodding her head. The nightopian squeaks in happiness and flys back to
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
You belong with me - Chap. 29Despite the heavy velvet curtains were drawn back, lugubrious darkness filled the spacious room, giving the environment a melancholic feel that the soft notes emitted by the guitar contributed to generate. The one playing it was the thoughtful figure sprawled next to the tall window.You belong with me - Chap. 29 in Romance More Like This
He stopped for a second and took a long drag of the cigarette he was holding, shaking his head to take the silky hair out of his attractive face. Some muffled screams were heard some floors downstairs and the boy, leaving the cigarette in his mouth, strummed the strings again to avoid listening to them. Besides, music helped him relax.
He had gotten that old guitar just to annoy his mother, whom he had heard complain repeatedly about those 'filthy muggle instruments', but he had ended up liking it, even if no one knew about his hidden hobby. Smoking was another of his little signs of rebellion; he knew how much they hated it when the whole house reeked to cigarette. Besides, Kreacher had extra w
You belong with me- Chap. 21 The girl looked down and couldn't help shuddering: she didn't like heights. That was exactly the reason she had chosen the Astronomy Tower; she knew that none of her friends would look for her there. It wasn't that she didn't appreciate their support and company, but she didn't want to talk about her father. It hurt too much, knowing that she was going to lose him and being unable of doing anything to help him. She closed her eyes, placing her cheek on the cold stone and letting out a lonely sob. She didn't know for how long she had been there, she had lost all sense of tiem; maybe an hour, two, three. Who cared? She carried on unperturbed when she heard the steps, and the door opening; she was too absorbed in her thoughts to let those noises seep through her consciousness. After a while the steps started again, but walking towards her, and this time the girl did notice them, though she didn't show any sign of doing so. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a figure standinYou belong with me- Chap. 21 in Romance More Like This
You belong with me - Chap. 17 James opened the bedroom door with a wide smile planted o his face, throwing the food packages to the bed. Instantly, Srius and Peter clambered over themselves to get at it.You belong with me - Chap. 17 in Romance More Like This
"God bless House Elves!" the grey-eyed, dark.haired boy eclaimed, gobbling down a chocolate muffin. The chubby boy had his mouth so full of food he could only nod.
James left his rucksack aside and flung himself into Sirius' bed, staring at the roof with an odd spellbound expression. Remus looked at him half-closing his eyes and asked:
"What's that smirk about?" The dark-haired boy messed up his untidy hair and sat up, still smiling. Sirius, who was calmer now he had some food in his stomach, looked at him suspiciously.
"You ran into Evans at the Common Room," He ventured, pointing at him with an accusing finger. "And for bothering her, it took you a few more minutes to bring me my food." The lycanthrope laughed, getting closer to the bed to eat something too.
You belong with me - Chap. 28Lily went out of the bathroom, pulling up her red, shining hair. The ponytail softly brushed the base of her neck, a sensation that still felt odd to her, despite she had worn it shorter for quite a while now. It would eventually grow back, she told herself, toying with the tips of her locks with a bit of nostalgia.You belong with me - Chap. 28 in Romance More Like This
"Oh, come on, Bree. Don't be naïve. The Ministry is just as frightened as we are."
They were still talking about the same topic they did when the redhead had got into the shower: the blood cleaning movement that became more dangerous and important every day. The whole wizarding community was terrified and worried; many of them had never imagined that that extremist group party would acquire so much power.
"It's a war; we can't lie to ourselves anymore. It begun some years ago already, and who knows how long it'll last. " Sam said, and Lily shuddered.
Desapearanced, deaths, chaos, torture. No one knew who supported that wizard that called himself Lord Voldemort, and who didn
You belong with me - Chap. 26 Even if he wasn't in a hurry, Sirius went down the stairs two steps at a time, as it was usual in him. No one who observed that carefree and (to be honest) arrogant boy could imagine all he had been through, and all he had still to go through at his parents' house. You saw him passing by and you could admire his looks, envy his intelligence, hate his arrogance or laugh at his personality; but not a single person (except for his friends) advanced deep enough into his grey eyes and soul to see that actually, his life wasn't that happy. The disowned Black, the boy without a family because he had rebelled against something that was wrong.You belong with me - Chap. 26 in Romance More Like This
The dark-haired boy spotted a curly mane peeping out the sofa and he smiled without even noticing, approaching to her and covering her eyes with his hands. The girl placed her own tiny hand on his and smiled.
"Hi, Sirius." The boy uncovered her eyes and went round the sofa, flopping down next to
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December's glacial weather made no one wait, and the students swarmed around the Castle, wrapped in wool hats, gloves and scarves, their noses red and their breaths shaped as white trails of fog. The grounds offered a splendid view, with the frozen lake and the grass covered by a thick and spotless layer of snow; apart from being a source of enjoyment for those bold enough to leave the shelter of the school's walls to embark in snowball wars or ice-skating races on the freezing lake.
For the older students, however, December implied a great deal of study and infinite homework, especially for those in fifth or seventh, although the sixth-years didn't stay behind; Christmas holidays, so expected by all of them, would be a good break from the stress provoked by the prospect of the exams.
"I'll never be able to learn this." Peter was saying, desperate, his head buried into a thick Transfiguration book. Lily, sitting right in front of him, looked up and smiled sweetly.
"You still have t
You belong with me- Chap. 19 Lily opened her eyes, startled, but she couldn't remember dreaming anything, so she supposed that it had been an external noise what had woken her. The soft sound of the shower corroborated her supposition; probably one of the girls had woken up, and hadn't paid much attention to the fact that her friends were still sleeping, opening and closing drawers, throwing the trunk aside and rummaging through everything until she found the right clothes to go to Hogsmeade.You belong with me- Chap. 19 in Romance More Like This
Curiously, she felt something strange in the pit of her stomach when she thought about Hogsmeade, and Aidan. She was slightly surprised; even though she had always liked the boy and even though he was really hot, Lily had never thought of him as something else than a friend. At least until now. Evidently, he had, and now that she knew it, the redhead couldn't help feeling a bit nervous faced with the prospect of a date. She had never went out with anyone, and it was hard t
You belong with me - Chap. 42SEVENTH YEARYou belong with me - Chap. 42 in Romance More Like This
Going back to Hogwarts had always felt like going back home, but Lily didn't remember to have ever wished to go back as badly as that year. The sound of the trunk's rollers accompanied the one of her anxious steps, which quickly led her across the station despite it was still early. The slight, inexplicable ghost of a smile flickered across her lips, responding to whatever her mind was thinking as she walked through King's Cross. As she approached the platform 9 ¾, her heart beat faster and faster, and even though she pretended she didn't know the reason, deep inside she knew what was that impatient joy all about.
After going through the magical barrier, she casted her green eyes over the platform, but among the faces of students and relatives – some familiar, and some others not – she couldn't find her friends'.
She glanced at her wrist-watch again: still early. She tried to calm her anxiousness, walking slower towards the train, dragging
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2) What is your age?
3) Are you human?
-Uhm, Potter, you don't need to narrate what's going on -
Hahaha, it's ok, Becca.
>He still didn't answer the question</b
b*He doesn't have to if he doesn't want to, Perks*/b
b>But that's the easiest question!
You belong with me - Chap. 37Lily shifted on the bed, frowning without opening her eyes at the powerful ray of sunshine entering through the window and hiting her right on the face. She covered her head with the pillow, groaning; since when entered so many light through her room’s window? Even when she forgot to lower the blinds …You belong with me - Chap. 37 in Romance More Like This
Then she opened her eyes, her head still covered by the pillow and her face buried into the blankets, and she remembered it. She wasn’t at her bedroom. She wasn’t at her house. She was at the Potters’, and a group of Death Eaters had destroyed half of the town.
“Bree,” She called her outloud, suddenly sitting and narrowing her eyes, trying to hide from the light behind her hand. “Bree, are you awake?”
The smal bulk on the adjoining bed moved a little, and she saw a dishevelled, curly head slowly emerge from among the sheets. Her eyes as two blue slits, she sat up, holding her curls with one hand and covering her mouth with the other
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The People Knows It
Little can rattle the inhabitants of Camelot anymore. They've had their fair share of sorcerers both good and bad, of magical creatures of all shapes and sizes, of rampant kings, angry druids, peaceful druids, stuck-up princes and wrestling with wyverns.
Over the years, they have seen the initially arrogant, selfish and overall unpleasant prince turn into a strong warrior, a man firm in his belief of his people's worth and a just regent. When he finally becomes King, cheers echoes through the streets.
Lately though, the streets have been tense and silent. The King might not be aware of just how far and deep he affects his city. When his mood drops it's like a dark sheet abruptly falls over the city, chokingly.
"One of their tiffs, huh?" asks Gregory the guard when exchanging shifts with another. The other man nods. "Yeah. I could hear them yelling and jabbering like old wives."
Gregory sighs. Last time had been awful. The King had walked about
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Merlin/Arthur pre-slash. Follows Coversations with a dragon 1: On princes, destinies and idiots. Originally uploaded at www(dot)fanfiction(dot)net. Time for more silliness and some oblivious/innocent!Merlin and smug!SlashDragon (and obvious!Arthur somewhere in the background). Warnings: unbetaed, slash, AU. Some spoilers/references to season 1, episode 11 (I think it's that ep, anyway). See description below for full info and link to part one.
Conversations with a dragon:
On warlocks, destinies and prats
"I think Arthur's been enchanted."
Large yellow eyes regarded him closely. "And what makes you believe that?"
"Well," Merlin said, gesturing with his free hand, "he's been acting odd like he's been hit on his head; he's too nice. I took him to the physician to be examined but he's got no head injury, and Gaius says he's not ill either; he's got no fever or anything. He has defied his father more than twice in two days to spend time with me (
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A Prince's best friend
Chapter 8: In which Gareth makes his first move (or maybe second - or really, it might be the third if we take everything into account)
Merlin looked up from work when there was a knock on the door. He kept, just in case, a neckerchief on to hide his ears like Arthur had suggested, but it was so uncomfortable to hide both them and the tail, beneath his tunic, all the time. Once behind closed doors he released the tail again, subconsciously it twitched a little as he worked. Startled at the sound of knuckles rapping against wood, he turned around still holding the bedding he was about to change.
She stepped inside, smiling kindly. She wore a very beautiful, silvery dress and matching earrings. It was strange seeing her from this angle when he had spent over two days just being a little over a foot tall and looking up at everyone. Beside her was Gwen, whom he hadn't seen in days, she smiled widely at seeing him.
"Merlin! How are you? A
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originally uploaded at FF.net 13/10 2010.
Category: Merlin BBC
Warnings: angst, some violence; AU/what if-story
Setting: Change of season 3, episode 1-2, 'Tears of Uther Pendragon'
Pairings: Nothing is intended as romance, but there are Merthur and Mergana elements if you take it that way. Otherwise only friendships (and enemies).
Spoilers: Basically up to season 3 episode 1-2.
Summary: "Merlin is unsure if he's feeling regret. The battle has raged for hours "Arrest him!" cries the king."
Disclaimer: 'Merlin' is property of BBC and I make no claims, profits or money by doing this. I've written this as a work of fan-fiction, to be read freely for entertainment. By writing this I don't gain anything, but the pleasure to write. When I'm finished I'll return all the characters safe and sound Um, wait a minute, maybe not all of them.
A complete 3-chapter story first published on fanfiction.net late last year. I am currenly working on a cont
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Category: Merlin BBC
Pairing(s): will be Merlin/Arthur, possible allusions to Merlin/knight(s)
Genre(s): humour, romance
Warnings: slash (male/male) and pre-slash
Summary: "It started when Merlin turned himself into a kitten (an accident, he swears!) and went downhill from there, especially as Arthur has to weedle him from gushing kitchen maids, plotting knights and a cunning Morgana AND keep this a secret from his father. Merlin really was an idiot who let himself get turned into a bloody cat."
Originally posted at FF.net under the same penname and title, work in progress.
Set before season 2, after season 1, with a good Morgana. I miss her. I also disregard whatever Gwen/Arthur romantic advances that's been going on, sorry if you're fans of that pairing.
A prince's best friend
Chapter one: In which Merlin has an accident (...no, not that kind of accident!)
Large blue eyes, uncanny on that face too intelligent and sharp and steady stared u
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And Aithusa Makes It Happen
Humans are very odd creatures.
Aithusa decides this during an early stage in his life, more precisely on the way to Camelot three days after emerging from his egg.
Before hatching, he's grown up to voices, humming from ages away, quietly making their way through the shell of his egg, blanketing him in security. Through the old voices of his forefathers, he's learned many a thing. Of the turning of the world and changing of the seasons and the colour of the sky, before he'd gotten a taste of what colour really is. However, he's not heard much about humans.
First off, they're very different from one another, some tall and bulky, others short and muscled. They have different colourings and strange growth on their heads (and sometimes on their faces), some dark brown, others different shades of yellow. They also must be very prone to cold since they wear diverse kinds of things on their bodies, red and brown and blue and other various combinatio
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Author's note: Part 23 of a Merlin fanfiction. Contains slash.
It's late as I write this so I apologize in advance for any grammar or spelling mistakes.
Things That Merlin Isn't Allowed To Do (According to Prince Arthur)
23: Bath In Open Rivers/Lakes Without A Prince To Guard Him
Gentle sunrays from the red-hued setting sun seek their way through the foliage, landing in a mossy clearing: six men in armour and red cloaks are gathered in the centre. There's also a youth with dark hair, stirring the stew that's boiling over the campfire. They're all happy: the journey to the neighboring kingdom was long and rainy, but they were welcomed well and the negotiations were successful, gaining Camelot another strong ally. The whole way back to the city has been uneventful with good weather, not a drop of rain in sight.
"It's been a successful week," says Leon while taking a bite off his bread and cheese. "But stressful as well. It'll be good to come back to Camelot an
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Things That Merlin Isn't Allowed To Do (According to Prince Arthur)
Summary: A list which everyone in Camelot should be aware of, in which Arthur is a prat/possessive and Merlin is stubborn/too endearing for his own good. One: Animals. "Sometimes, Arthur thinks, Merlin is really, truly annoying." Pre-slash Merthur.
Author's note (2012-07-16): As I'm writing this note, this fic has nearly been completed and I'm in the process of going through this story a final time to adjust a few things (nothing major I promise!) and correct some grammar. I just want to say a HUGE thank you to all of the people who've read, favourited or added this story to their alerts lists; and also to all the people who might in the future do the same. Without you I'd never kept going with this story. It exists thanks to you. Some of you also have left ideas or little plot bunnies in their reviews and though I unfortunately didn't manage to make them all come alive, I u
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A Prince's best friend
Epilogue (11): How It Then Worked Out
For once, it didn't feel bad at all to wake up, spooned against a warm firm body and Merlin didn't worry it was a dream (because last night had felt far to wonderful and close and had left a faint ache confirming it was real, not any kind of illusion). He just cuddled closer to the warmth and thought that he wouldn't mind waking up every morning from now on in Arthur's arms in Arthur's bed, safe, secure, together. The warlock didn't worry about some untimely servant or guard barging in or even the king himself finding out about his and the prince's relationship. He didn't worry about having to tell Arthur about his magic, because he had a feeling deep in his chest that it would work out fine, that what they had couldn't be broken. Arthur really was more caring and selfless than he let on. Last night had been solid proof of that. Oh well, mostly selfless. He might've been a bit selfish last night, but it hadn't been bad
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A Prince's best friend
Chapter 10: In which there's maybe the prologue of something greater
Merlin wouldn't be convinced. Never before had Arthur encountered such a stubborn soul: once the boy had decided do to something, he wasn't going to be deterred, so in the end the prince had agreed to let Percival be the one to accompany the servant when he went to see the knights, while Arthur would stay behind in his chambers and sulk (thought Merlin). Of course he wouldn't stay behind and never would he, prince of Camelot, do something as undignified as sulk; it just wasn't done. He did the only logical thing, which was follow at a safe distance, glancing around every corner and diving into alcoves to not be discovered.
The servant was thankfully very oblivious, but Percival kept looking over his shoulder, feeling they were being followed or watched. Maybe he should think of a diversion to get rid of him? Oh yes, brilliant plan, Arthur scolded himself, and let M
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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
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"Couldn't we talk in a more hidden place?"
The hiss came from the half-length, black, greasy haired boy with the hooked nose. Lily frowned and crossed her arms in front of her chest.
"I want a single answer, Severus."
Severus released a furious breather and grasped Lily's right arm.
"Hey, what are you doing?!", she screamed angrily.
"If you want answers, you'll give me something in return", he answered, without any emotions reflecting on his waxy complexion.
He dragged Lily to a shadowy corner.
"Get off me!", she flailed.
Severus pushed Lily away. She lost her balance for a moment, but she looked at him with pure hatred in her eyes when she regained it.
"What do you want?", he barked.
"Where are the Potters?"
Severus gave her a surprised glance.
"What made you care about that ignorant moron so suddenly?" he tried to make a grin, but it turned out to rather be a snarl. "Maybe you should check your pumpkin juice in the mornings; Amortentia is a pre
Shadows of Love 29If you’re in love, then you are the lucky oneShadows of Love 29 in Drama More Like This
Lily froze. Her thoughts fell out of her head, she couldn’t think of anything but one word:
“You need to marry me”, James repeated, on a bit less commanding tone.
Lily still didn’t know what to say, so she said the first thing that came to her mind:
“No?”, James asked. He looked frightened.
“I mean…”, Lily started out with a deep sigh. “Why do you want me to marry you in the middle of the night?”
“Because… I was thinking.”
“Horrible thing, really, especially if it leads to asking people to marry you”, Lily replied automatically. She didn’t mean to be so rude, but sometimes she couldn’t help it.
James went to the couch with big footsteps. Lily followed him. James sat down and pulled Lily’s arm closer to him, so she also had to sit down.
“I was thinking about this whole th
Shadows of Love 4Unexpected giftsShadows of Love 4 in Romance More Like This
Lily sent an owl with a huge box full of the presents she bought for her family on the 23rd of December. She wrote her parents she would definitely not go home for Christmas, since it was her sixth year at Hogwarts and that means a lot of studying -- especially during school breaks.
She was reading all night the day before Christmas. She was so excited because of the next day, she couldn't sleep. 'It's because it's Christmas tomorrow', she thought but a part of her common sense (a very shameful part of it) suggested it was because of James's return.
She woke up for a loud scream. "MERRY CHRISTMAAAS!" She jumped out of her bed frightened. Her D.A.D.A. textbook fell down from the bed. "Me-Merry Christmas" Lily yawned for Mary and went to the bathroom to wash herself awake.
"Aren't you excited for what you got?", Mary asked.
"I am", Lily mumbled, and then spit the toothpaste she had in her mouth to the sink. "But I don't want to have dental caries."
"You're such a
Shadows of Love 5The full moon risesShadows of Love 5 in General Fiction More Like This
"Did I mention how much I hate you, Black?"
Lily's question spread between the hospital beds. James turned a page in the Evening Prophet and answered without looking at Lily: "Yes, you did. This was the fifty-second time."
"Still doesn't express the hatred I feel for him.", she grumbled and tried to sit up in the bed with several painful hisses coming from her mouth.
"You should be grateful, Evans", said Sirius from the opposite bed. "You don't have to study for a few days."
"I'll let you know if I want to burn as if I was in the ninth pit of hell again." She answered him with contempt.
Nr. 88746351 CRIMINAL FILE
LOCATION: United Kingdom, Scotland, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Charms classroom
INJURED: L. Evans, S. Black, P. Pettigrew, five Slytherin students, a Chinese vase, three windows, four benches, forty-six valuable books
CASUALTIES: a bunch of tulips
SUSPECT(S): S. Black
Shadows of Love 13Always by your sideShadows of Love 13 in Drama More Like This
Sound of approaching footsteps tore Lily and James apart. Mrs. Potter turned up in the basement again. She was followed by Sirius and Remus.
"James!", the woman screamed and sank on her knees next to his son. "Are you alright, sweetheart?"
"I'm fine", replied James and he sat up. "Is dad… he was just stupefied, was he?"
"Oh, yes", she sighed. "Rennervate!"
Mr. Potter batted his eyelids confused. He could slowly understand what was going on around him.
"Darling", he stammered, looking at his wife. "What happened?"
"I'll tell you everything at home", said Mrs. Potter and stood up.
"Where are the other Death Eaters?", Lily asked Remus.
"They Disapparated", he answered.
Lily glanced at Sirius. The boy was staring at his parents on the floor. James and his mother and father were too busy with reuniting, so only Lily and Remus could notice his conspicuous silence.
She stood up and stepped to him. She put her hand on his shoulder patronizingly.
"We should rev
Shadows of Love 11Night of the recklessShadows of Love 11 in General Fiction More Like This
Lily, James, Sirius and Remus huddled together under James's Invisibility Cloak.
"Where exactly did you get this Cloak?", Lily asked.
They were sneaking on the Hogwarts grounds, towards the Whomping Willow.
"It's inherited in our family.", James whispered.
"You wore it when… when we were in the Hospital, didn't you?", she inquired.
"Yes, we did, Evans, but would you stop questioning us when we're on such an important mission?", Sirius hissed.
Lily shut her mouth and mutely followed them under the Cloak. She had no idea how they would get through the Willow's flapping branches, but she didn't dare asking it -- they were still too close to the castle and the boys might have sent her back.
"I'll be right back", said Sirius, he slipped out of the protection of the Cloak and transformed into a large, black dog.
Lily watched him amazed while he ran under the branches of the tree. The plant suddenly froze as if Sirius immobilized it.
"C'mon", James whispered.
Shadows of Love 23The dream foregoneShadows of Love 23 in Romance More Like This
Is it worth a tear, is it worth an hour,
To think of things that are well outworn?
Of fruitless husk and fugitive flower,
The dream foregone and the deed forborne?
(Algernon Charles Swinburne: The Triumph of Time)
Lily was tossing and turning in the bed, still trying not to think about the secret. She turned her thoughts to another direction.
That was one thing she was currently at the Potters. And that was another thing, that she could hear the snoring from the room next to hers. Maybe it was Sirius or James.
Speaking of, what if she snores? Mary had never complained about it, but Petunia teased her several times with things like that. Almost none of these were true, but Lily couldn’t be sure Petunia always lied to her. She didn’t feel like listening to Sirius’s mocking comments about her loud sleep patterns, so she tried no to sleep at all.
Interestingly, when she waited for it, the dream didn’t came, but right at the time she
Shadows of Love 20Forgive me my trespassesShadows of Love 20 in General Fiction More Like This
James Potter was an arrogant, boastful, stupid, hateful, disgusting cockroach.
At least, that’s what Lily wanted to think of him. But the more she was thinking about the awful happenings in the painfully near past, the more she thought the biggest victim of the whole thing was James. But looking at the matter as an outsider, he obviously wasn’t. No, it was Isabella and Lily tried to apologise her face to face, but the girl didn’t appear at meals and classes either after James broke up with her.
James was still upset because of what happened, but he didn’t avoid his friends anymore. Though he wouldn’t even have had to -- Sirius, Remus and Peter didn’t ask him why he was so gloomy, thus Lily assumed he told them about everything. At the table only James and Lily were quiet, the others were chattering in a carefree manner. No matter how he tried to hide his feelings, Lily could catch a few worried glimpses from Rem
Shadows of Love 16All the world’s a stageShadows of Love 16 in Drama More Like This
When Isabella opened the door on them, she wasn’t the only one to see Lily and James in the intimate pose they sat on the bed. It’s true her hand was to press the handle down, but Slughorn and all the rest of the present guests were standing behind her. The stunned silence was broken by the tipsy professor:
“Well, well! I forgot to close the door of my bedroom! How silly I am!”
The petrified people seemed to move again all at once. Lily stood up holding up to James’s arm. She tried to avoid Isabella’s look.
“Who did not taste my crystallized pineapples yet?”, Slughorn bellowed. “They are the finest quality in Europe!”
The crowd understood the poorly disguised call. They dissolved in a minute, buzzing; only Isabella continued standing there frozen.
“Isabella…”, James started, but the Ravenclaw girl raised her free hand and silenced him.
Lily, still blinking at the floor, a
Acceptance Dear Dad,Acceptance in Romance More Like This
I'm writing because I've got something to confess. Well, it's not so much a confession as a statement, because it's not something I regret. Even if it's something you do.
I've finally got a girlfriend; she's great and I care about her a lot. She's smart and she's nice and she's beautiful. And I don't care if you don't approve, because I love her.
It's Rose Weasley.
I'm sorry if I disappointed you, Dad. I'm done with trying to live my life by your rules, but I'm sorry if this upsets you.
I didn't really want to go into Slytherin, you know. The Hat was considering Ravenclaw, but chose Slytherin. I didn't argue, but I wanted to. I didn't because I knew you wanted me to be Sorted into Slytherin.
I regret it.
This won't be another choice I'll live to regret. I'm not leaving Rose, even if you disown me. This is my choice.
Amends They worried, he knew that.Amends in General Fiction More Like This
It was true that his mental state seemed to be deteriorating all the time. The joke shop had been closed for days, now. He must have lost a lot of sales.
He didn’t care.
Why should he care? What did money matter, when they were richer than they’d ever needed to be? What did the shop matter, when the only other person who had shared the dream was gone?
What did anything matter, when he was half of a whole?
Yes, they worried. They all worried. His mother most of all, of course, as all mothers did. His father, who always seemed unsure of what to do around him now. His siblings… Well, they had all felt almost the same pain he had. Almost. None of them had lost their other halves.
He didn’t know what he was thinking half the time. The other half, his thoughts were incomplete.
You see, Fred had always been there to complete them for him.
A Letter from Remus LupinDear Harry,A Letter from Remus Lupin in General Fiction More Like This
If you're reading this, I can only assume that you have won. If you had not, it would only make sense for you to be dead.
I can also assume that if this letter is in your possession, I was one of the casualties.
I know how you must be feeling, Harry. I need you to read this letter carefully. It's terribly important.
I want you first to know that no losses that occurred in this war were your fault. I know you feel the guilt, Harry. Understand that the people who fought in the battle did not fight it for you. They fought it for themselves, and more importantly, for the world. You were an extremely crucial part of the war, I do not deny that. But you were not the cause. This battle was inevitable. Whether it happened when it did, where it did, or elsewhere at another time. It would have happened eventually. Perhaps it is better that it happened now. Many losses would have been sustained in this fight, and if those same losses had not occurred had the battle not been when it ha
A Tale of Two Ums: Part 1 Argh! That James Potter! I swear he's trying to make me pitch myself off the Astronomy Tower. I hate him and I hate his stupid glasses and his stupid hair and his stupid cute smile...A Tale of Two Ums: Part 1 in Romance More Like This
"Is your name Flipendo, Evans? Because you knock me off my feet."
"Your smile is like Lumos; it really lights up a room."
"You don't need Stupefy to be stunning, Evans."
"Shut up!" I screech at him. He throws a pick up line at me every time we finish a class and it drives me up the wall.
I realise that everybody is looking at me now and I suddenly remember that I'm a Prefect. I compose myself and say quietly, "Please stop that, Potter. It's very irritating."
I walk away and try to ignore the snickers of Sirius as he teases James. "Ooh, she got you, Prongs! She's beaten you with the powers of smarts and sensibility." He spits out the words like the plague and it's all I can do to not spin around and hex him into obli
I love you, yes? Ron Weasley woke from his nightmare with a gasp, his pillow soaked with sweat. Hermione stirred next to him and turned over so she was facing him. Her hair was frizzed up again, forming a thin veil over her face. The rest of it was puffed up behind her head.I love you, yes? in Romance More Like This
"What's wrong, Ron?" she murmured drowsily.
He gazed at her for a moment, trying to claw his way out of the horror of his dream by seeing her face: unscathed, unharmed, and right there with him.
"Ron?" Her voice was more forceful now and she propped herself up on her arm. "Ron, if you have something to say, spit it out because you're looking at me in a very unnerving way."
Ron smiled. "Um, it's nothing. Nightmare." he croaked, his voice rough from sleep. He cleared his throat. "Go back to sleep."
"No, it's okay. What was it about?" she inquired, brushing her hair out of her eyes.
Ron didn't particularly want
Omegle fanfiction!Stranger: Lily Evans (6th year) stared into the eyes of her former friend, Severus Snape. "I can't believe you just said that." She whispered her face pale her eyes wide. Snape had just called her a mudblood. Tears started to fall she turned around and fled, running across the grass towards the castle. Pushing open the large oak doors she sped inside, running up the stairs. She made it up the first few flights of stairs before she started to really cry. Turning, she went up a corridor into an empty classroom, where she sat in a corner, silently sobbing. (Please roleplay as someone from the Marauder Era)Omegle fanfiction! in Romance More Like This
You: Snape looked after her, his eyes wide. "I can't believe it, either," he said quietly, so that nobody else could hear.
Stranger: She brought her knees up to her chest as she started shaking her sobbing louder.
You: "Lily?" James paused as he walked passed the classroom. "Lily, are you..." He stopped, seeing that she obviously wasn't. He walked in and sat next to her. "Do you want to
Halloween Ginny turned as she felt a tug on her pant leg.Halloween in General Fiction More Like This
“Mummy?” A little voice spoke, high, squeaky and confused. “Mummy, Daddy just left.”
Ginny frowned. “What do you mean, Lily?”
Her little girl sniffled. “Daddy just said something and then he left.”
“What did he say?” Ginny asked, a little worried now.
Lily shrugged. “I don’t know.”
“He said something about parents, and visiting, but you’re here, Mum, so why did he go out the door?” Albus piped up.
“And he wasn’t looking at us. Why was he being so strange, Mum?” James inquired.
Glancing at the swinging door, Ginny gave a little ‘oh’ of understanding. “James, is today Halloween?”
Ginny smiled ruefully. “Daddy went to visit his parents.”
From a distance: Part 2CALL TRANSCRIPTFrom a distance: Part 2 in Humor More Like This
CAS: Hello, Sam.
SAM: You guys here yet? I’m waiting in the bathroom. I forgot the name we booked it under so I told the guy I have amnesia and I need to wait for my friends.
CAS: Why are you whispering?
SAM: I don’t want him to know I’m lying.
CAS: We are nearly there. Roughly- Dean, how long?
DEAN [in background]: Put the phone on speaker.
DEAN [in background]: Click the thing that says ‘speaker’.
DEAN [in background]: I SAID CLICK NOT DISEMBOWEL DAMMIT CAS
SAM: Hey Dean, how long? Think the guy’s starting to think I have chronic diarrhoea or something as well as amnesia. I don’t think he believes me on either count.
DEAN: Nice image. Uh, say half an hour?
SAM: HALF AN HOUR?! Where the hell did you go?
DEAN: Well, it took you ages at the store so I went to scope out the-
CAS: The nearest bar. Dean thought it would be helpful to question some local girls.
DEAN: I hate you, C
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
A Tale of Two Ums: Teaser You see static and hear a few crashes before a picture appears.A Tale of Two Ums: Teaser in Humor More Like This
"James, if you'd just listened to me-"
"I'm fine, Lily!"
"I grew up in a Muggle household! I think I know how to work a camera-"
"It's just a cut, don't worry."
Two people come into view- a tall boy with square glasses, messy black hair and a cocky, reassuring grin, and an exasperated looking girl with red hair and bright green eyes.
"Hey there, Muggles!" says the boy.
"James, that was rude. It sounds discriminative!" berates the girl. She turns her attention to the camera, ignoring the boy's eye-roll. "Hello, everybody. My name is Lily, and this is James."
"I think they know that, Lily. They're reading this because they know us from the previous instalments in this fan series." James points out.
Lily rolls her eyes. "Whatever, James, it's only p
Encounter: Chapter 3Desmond and Lucy were still crouching together, his arm around her shoulders, when the paramedics finally arrived. Footsteps sounded down the hallway, many voices too.Encounter: Chapter 3 in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Right here!" one of them called above all the others. The group of paramedics moved into the lab. There were about five.
Reluctantly Desmond pulled his arm away and he and Lucy stood up. The head paramedic headed towards them, a serious look on her face. "Tell me what has happened," she ordered kindly.
Immediately Lucy took charge. She didn't exactly lie, nor tell the truth either. She made a good sound of pretending to be scared. "This man. We found him here, just on the ground. He had several wounds- we tried to treat him."
"What kind of wounds?" the paramedic asked, holding a paper.
"I don't know." It was best to lie, that way he didn't have to explain. Desmond shot a look at Lucy. Get out of this situation- fast. But take care of Altaïr.
For the next few minutes Desmond and Lucy were questioned. What
Encounter: Chapter 2As if on cue, Lucy rushed into the lab. She muttered something about Dr. Vidic needing her for something. Her high heels clicked as she walked to the Animus purposefully only to stop when she saw Altaïr.Encounter: Chapter 2 in Fan Fiction More Like This
"How did this happen?" she demanded, knowing that neither Desmond or she knew.
"I don't know. The Animus screwed." Desmond eyed Altaïr, almost fearfully. The aura around the Animus was smoldering and had a dangerous feel...
Lucy seemed really stunned to see Altaïr. Blood she did not mind, but to just see him there... it was painful to just look at his wounds or the look of pain and failure on his blank face. For a moment she stood stock still, unsure of what to do or say. Be sensible! her thoughts yelled at her. Report it to Dr. Vidic! Clean this up!
"Help him," Desmond begged. His dark brown eyes looked beseechingly into Lucy's blue ones.
Shaking her head Lucy sighed. "I can't. He's gone." It seemed so, seeing how much Altaïr had bled. There was almos
Encounter: Chapter 8And so Desmond was left alone with Altaïr. Could luck get any worse than that for him? Other than that he was kidnapped, kept hostage by an organization straight out of history, and not knowing if you'd still be alive the next day? Well, not technically, but everything sounded better when you exaggerated facts.Encounter: Chapter 8 in Fan Fiction More Like This
Anyways, it wasn't so bad when you were lying on a bed and dead-beat.
He couldn't understand why he felt this way for Altaïr. Firstly, he was a guy. That totally went against his supposed straightness. Secondly, he was related to him, even is somewhat distantly. And, he loved Lucy! Lucy!!
This stupid desire for him...
"Are you all right?" Altaïr asked, his soft footsteps tapping the floor as he walked towards him.
He sat down on the bed next to Desmond, making it creak slightly. "You seem very out of it."
"As I said before, tired.'
"You looked very tense."
"Ah, well." Was he? He tried to loosen his body and imagined himself melting into the bed, wit
Encounter: Chapter 7There was finally a light that glowed dimly into the trunk. Desmond could see it through his half-closed lids, and he smelled the open, fresh air above him. His eyes snapped open and he instinctively sucked in air that, for once wasn't dry and stuffy. He saw a shape above him, illuminated by light from behind.Encounter: Chapter 7 in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Lucy?" he asked. Augh. The light hurt after spending so much time in the darkness; he felt like a zombie awakening. Screwing his eyes he tried to sit up. "We're there? Here? Whatever?"
Lucy nodded and someone else joined her. "You look dead," the new person commented in his deep voice. Desmond had to smile at that. Altaïr extended his hand out to him, and Desmond took it gratefully. With a tug Desmond raised himself to a crouch and gingerly jumped/slithered out of the car. It bounced slightly after his exit.
"Ohhh," Desmond groaned and doubled over. A burning ache started in the right half of his body, clenching and unclenching. His feet and hands felt numb, than tingled as
Encounter: Chapter 6"... so we're discharging you today."Encounter: Chapter 6 in Fan Fiction More Like This
At those words Desmond breathed a sigh of relief. It was what they had been waiting for, so many days. At last Altaïr was well enough to leave the hospital.
The weeks spent here had been bitingly torturous, mentally and physically. It had been hard to stay in a small place for much of a day and worry ate at his mind.
On the other hand, in such close proximity with Altaïr unsettled him. The overwhelming desire to touch him warred with his sanity and relationships with him and Lucy. Two different things, walls he shouldn't breach but if he did, what would happen? Ever since the night he had so nonchalantly caressed Altaïr's face, he'd been even more disturbed. Desmond shook his head in disgust to clear away his thoughts and paid attention to Lucy again.
She was discussing arrangements and Altaïr's condition with the nurse now. Since it didn't really involve Desmond much he went over and squatted next to Altaïr's bed. A
Encounter: Chapter 11Desmond blinked at Ezio, feeling stupid. He was stunned by the entire turn of events he was experiencing. Fuck, this was crazy. How is it possible for his ancestors to practically come back from the dead, not to mention travel in time? Wasn't his life already so messed up? What did he do to deserve this? He wasn't a bad man. Well, maybe he did get himself into shitty situations more often than nor but it--Encounter: Chapter 11 in Drama More Like This
He shut his mouth as he realized he was blathering out loud like a madman. Ezio was staring at him. Since when had he started to talk aloud?
Desmond started to apologize for being so freaky, but he heard the door creak open and he turned to see who it was.
"Desmond? Lucy?" Altaïr called out, walking calmly into the room. As he neared them, he must have seen the stranger as a threat, because he froze and stiffened. A hard mask came over him and he growled, "What's this? May you be stabbed by a di--"
"Altaïr," Lucy cut him off sharply, looking from him to the It
Encounter: Chapter 1Weapons flashing, angry voices. "Assassin! Assassin!"Encounter: Chapter 1 in Fan Fiction More Like This
The assassin- Altaïr Ibn La Ahad- scaled the wall, desperate to escape the guards. He let out a cry when an arrow struck his back. Fire ran up and down his spine.
In his pause during the climb, an archer took advantage and shot another arrow at Altaïr. It hit his right arm, making him lose his grip on the wall. Altaïr dangled from the ledge with his left hand, pain shooting up his arms and back as he tried to swing his legs up to get back. The first time didn't work, the second he barely made it on.
By this time one of the guards had attempted to go after Altaïr. A sword in his hand, he scrambled up the wall. With his terribly injured state Altaïr had trouble reaching the top. The guard approached him, taking a jab with his sword and missing. But he had slipped on something; the guard glanced down to see wet blood. Glancing up he saw Altaïr's blood dripping on him. It gave him courage that the as
Encounter: Chapter 4It had been 9 days since Altaïr had been admitted into the hospital. The first 7 days were in the Intensive Care unit. Days of waiting... worry... unknowing... Since in the IC, visitors were not allowed to stay. They could come and go and certain hours but were not able to stay in the room with him for the night. So Desmond and Lucy lived in the hotel a few blocks away from the hospital for a week. Everyday visits were made to Altaïr, but all this time he was unconscious. Maybe it was a coma; the doctors didn't know. Lucy thought it was an effect from the Animus as this was different from other coma states.Encounter: Chapter 4 in Fan Fiction More Like This
Than on the 8th day, Altaïr was moved to the normal wards, as the doctors declared him healing quite well from his many wounds. Much to Desmond's and Lucy's relief. But Altaïr was still not awake, which troubled the couple and confused the doctors. There was no telling when he would wake up from this... nothingness.
When Altaïr changed units, Desmond and Luc
Encounter: Chapter 12"No. This can't be happening..."Encounter: Chapter 12 in Drama More Like This
Desmond sat on the ground like a small child, his legs crossed with his head in his hands. "This doesn't be make any sense."
He felt a light touch on his shoulder and when he looked up he saw the piercing hazel eyes of the Italian assassin looking at him with mild concern. "Are you all right?"
"No, I'm good." It came out sounding like a question. Rising up steadily now, Desmond tried to regain his composure. This had to be one of the most undignified things he'd ever done--freaking out in front of a man like Ezio Auditore! And from what he'd seen in the Animus, Ezio was a pretty tough guy, but he was such a kind friend, brother, son, nephew, lover, that Desmond was sure that Ezio would understand. But poof, there went his first impression moment.
It was foolish of him to be thinking such things at the moment, and he felt silly. What was more important was the matter of Ezio, Altair, and the Animus that (perhaps, probably, most likely, definitely) brough
Encounter: Chapter 10Ezio heard the footsteps pounding behind him and the angry voices shouting death threats. Shocked civilians scrambled out of his way, gasping at the sight of the chase.Encounter: Chapter 10 in Fan Fiction More Like This
The white-hooded assassin looked back over his shoulder to check on his progress. Even though he was running as fast as he could, there were two guards quickly gaining on him.
Shit! Run! he yelled at himself. There was no chance to fight against so many people without getting seriously injured, or worse, dead. His legs were getting tired but he couldn't afford to stop if he wanted to get away with his life.
He rounded a corner in the busy street, searching for a way to lose the guards. With his heart pounding in his chest, he made a split-second decision to awkwardly duck into an alleyway.
Taking precious seconds, he took a couple steps back to make a running start for a wall. Leaping up he grabbed an outstanding brick and began to haul himself up.
By then, the guards had found him and were yelling angrily from b
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 2 Harry had just finished his homework when the sun began to set, and waiting for Hermione to get packed up, he played with the grass, tearing the lush blades from the ground and running them through his fingers. He toyed with the idea of trying to get them to levitate but Hermione was finished and Ron had finally given up being patient and was now pestering them to hurry up. As he stood up he saw the familiar figure of Ginny running over to him. He was happy to see Ginny but was aware of a niggling annoyance in the pit of his stomach, before he could figure out what it was Ginny had flung herself at him and was giving him a bear hug. He hugged her back and the four of them went off to the main hall. Harry tried to ignore it, but he had a funny feeling about the way Malfoy, who was in front of them, had given a beseeching and almost sad look towards him before disappearing into the building.Drarry fanfic Pt 2 in Romance More Like This
Over the next few weeks, both boys found themselves thinking about eac
Drarry fanfic Pt 12 The heat hung heavily in the air like an unneeded blanket smothering everything under its weight. Although it had only just gone eight in the morning and the sun hadn't even begun to shine at its full capacity, the air was hot and humid. Even the wind, which had begun to pull at the leaves and chase pieces of paper from the desks as it invaded the room through the window, carried some warmth with it. Each sound was intensified, people laughing and chatting sleepily, owls hooting as they returned from a night's hunting and the deep, rhythmetic rumbles of Ron Weasley snoring.Drarry fanfic Pt 12 in Romance More Like This
Harry contemplated throwing something at him to get him to shut up but decided that he was already awake and had little hope of getting back to sleep in the heat. He reached over for his glasses and slipped them on. He saw that the time was quarter past eight and most of the boys were still asleep, apart from Semus, who Harry knew had gone to the library to practise his spe
5. Two Months of Hell - DrarryHarry found that over the past few weeks he had very little time to spare. Each teacher had given the eighth years a massive amount of homework and even saving the wizarding world, and also the Muggle world, did not slacken his load. He also had to put up with doing the paired assignment which meant that even his free lessons were spent working. Harry voiced these grumbles over lunch and found that the others had equally less free time.5. Two Months of Hell - Drarry in Drama More Like This
“How do you have time to do that?” Harry exclaimed as the others arranged yet another trip to Hogsmeade.
“Why don’t you?” came Ron’s reply. “We still manage to have time free and we’re doing all of the same work as you.” Harry thought for a second and realised that he seemed to spend a lot more time on the paired project than anyone else. Even Hermione didn’t have Ron working all of the time and that was a big feat.
“Malfoy does have to get high marks,” Herm
4. Two Months of Hell - Drarry “Harry, can I talk to you?” Harry’s stomach turned over. He’d been dreading this.4. Two Months of Hell - Drarry in Drama More Like This
According to Ron and Hermione, Ginny wanted to discuss ‘feelings’ with him. Ever since the battle ended they had been a couple but he knew Ginny wanted a worded conformation.
“S’pose,” he replied, grudgingly. This was something he really didn’t want to do in the slightest. He stood up and followed Ginny to a more secluded area. They both sat down and Ginny held his hands in hers. merlin, Harry thought to himself as he groaned inwardly. He lent across and tried to silence her with a kiss, which she returned for a few moments before pulling away.
“We need to spend more time together,” she said softly. Harry felt a little guilty. “I can’t remember the last time we actually spent the afternoon for just us.”
“Sorry,” he murmured. “It’s just, the project for transfiguration e
Drarry fanfic Pt 5 Draco closed his eyes and wound his arms around the Gryffindor's waist. He felt Harry put his arms around his neck and deepen the kiss. All the confusion melted away, everything was perfect. Draco felt Harry pull away, but he held him tight. He didn't want the magic to end, not just yet. He didn't want to wake up from this dream, not just yet. He didn't want to sink back into reality, not just yet. In his heart, he knew it'd have to end and he'd have to wake up and go back to the cold reality of what his friends, let alone his father, would do if they found out, but not just yet. Harry obliged and kissed him again, even more passionately than the first time, giving Draco a few more moments to feel his stomach fill with butterflies and the electricity race down to his toes.Drarry fanfic Pt 5 in Romance More Like This
Harry wound his arms around Draco's neck. This was the moment he'd dreamed of, and it was as perfect as his dream. Almost. A mixture of guilt and worry niggled in his stomach, even over rid
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
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
System 1- Chapter 1William was dreaming. His entire body shook and every now and then he would whimper and talk to an unknown entity that could only be the product of a nightmare. Rook contemplated waking him in order to release poor Will from his restless sleep but thought better of it, remembering that Will always slept with a knife close at hand, not to mention, having someone shake you awake from a nightmare was never fun, especially if it was by someone who looked as startling as Rook did.System 1- Chapter 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Not wanting to be stabbed for performing a kindness, Rook continued to sit on his own mattress and busied himself with a gadget that looked like a cross between a pocket watch and a pocket knife and awaited Will to wake up.
Other than Rook and William, the room was empty. The three other mattresses lay empty, their occupants having left at some point during the night. It was dark due to the fact that there were no windows in the undergroun
Series of Unfortunate OutfitsSeries of Unfortunate OutfitsSeries of Unfortunate Outfits in Short Stories More Like This
Every choice we make in life leads to an infinite amount of different paths to choose from. A seemingly harmless decision can lead to a catastrophic event happening to you, someone close to you, or someone miles and miles away. Every move, every word, every breath is a risk. Even the tiniest, most insignificant detail could cause an avalanche of different outcomes in a world full of so much danger.
I am a creature of habit. I start out every morning the same way. I wake up, I shower, I brush my teeth, but then comes the tricky part. What to wear? I could pick out a casual outfit, jeans, a sweatshirt and a pair of Converse All-Stars, or I could wear a very cute purple dress with black leggings and an adorable pair of black suede boots. A seemingly harmless decision right? Two different outfits, two different fates.
Say I'm fee
Space DementiaSpace DementiaSpace Dementia in Profiles More Like This
There was a commotion in the kitchen as the shaking earth caused the carefully stacked plates to go crashing to the floor. Dominic awoke with a start. Groggily, he glanced at his alarm clock: 4:23 am. Frustrated, he attempted to go back to sleep, but once he realized the prospect of sleep was impossible, he slowly got out of bed and dressed. It was the third time this week he'd been woken up prematurely because of the frequent micro-quakes, not to mention, they were also destroying all of his eating utensils.
He walked to the kitchen to see what damage the quakes had caused and swore under his breath when he saw that every cabinet in the cramped kitchen was open, and their contents scattered all around the room. Reluctantly, he grabbed the broom and started to sweep up the mess. Feeling too lazy to locate the dust pan, he swept the plate fragments out the front door.
Still tired due to the earl
Every Drop of Rain Holds the Promise of RegrowthEvery Drop of Rain Holds the Promise of RegrowthEvery Drop of Rain Holds the Promise of Regrowth in Emotional More Like This
Have you ever felt as if you have no purpose in this world? Have you felt like you're just floating through life, no point. No reason. Have you ever been on the brink? Perhaps for you this could simply be the edge of a mental break down. For others, it could be a window ledge.
When I first came to college, I felt like I was sinking. There was no way out, nowhere to turn and one to help I felt myself spiraling out of control with no way to stop and soon I descended into a strong, crippling depression. I didn't understand what was happening. I was tired, confused, and hopeless. All I knew was I didn't ask for this. I didn't like my purpose
Needless to say, I was in a bad place. I was afraid, afraid that I would float through life with no goal. I feared that
Zombie Roleplay- Jane McKnightIt's not your fault, it's not your fault. Just keep walking. Just get home. It's not your fault.Zombie Roleplay- Jane McKnight in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Jane kept up this internal chant as she stumbled down the crowded sidewalk, barely able to keep her panic restrained. She sobbed shamelessly, pushing through groups of people, completely disregarding manners. Manners didn't matter anymore. Nothing did.
"Hey lady, you ok?"
It wasn't until that moment that Jane realized how atrocious she must look. There was blood spattered across the front of her lab coat, tear tracts running down the grime covering her face, and an overall state of disarray throughout her entire person. She was attracting stares from all the people milling around the street.
Oh, if only they knew what was about to happen. She was surprised that no one could sense the impending doom.
Jane staggered toward the vender that had called out to her and came to a h
System 1- PrologueSystem 1- PrologueSystem 1- Prologue in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Night had fallen on the slums of the Urban Jungle. There wasn't a soul to be seen, or a sound to be heard in the dark streets. No one was there. The eerie silence pushed on everything, and the tension in the air was ready to snap.
He preferred it this way. Quiet.
The man sat on a window ledge, unseen by the occupant of the room. After nearly a month of careful observation and planning, things were finally being set in motion. The war was about to begin.
The old man sat hunched over a writing desk in the corner, illuminated by the flame of a single candle. He scribbled relentlessly on a scrap of paper, muttering quietly to himself as he wrote.
He was ancient, nearly 100 years old.
His beard, which grew down to his waist, looked like one of the stormy gray clouds that always covered the city had fallen down and attached itself to his face.
The ShadowThe ShadowThe Shadow in Free Verse More Like This
They say it brings death
The worst omen of them all
I didn't believe it
Until the day I saw
I was boarding a train
The platform was packed with people
Ready to set forth
I had no time to wait
I was eager to get to Prague
Then something caught my eye
A big black shaggy dog.
I thought nothing of it
It's just a dog I thought
It didn't cross my mind
What horrors it had brought
Until I hear a scream
A horrible, gut-wrenching sound
A crowd of people blocked my view
From what had been found
There, in a heap on the tracks was a man
He had jumped in front of the train
They said he was happy
No reason to feel mundane
He had killed himself
For no reason at all
Just up and left this world
With one simple fall
It was unsettling to say the least
And as I stood there in the fog
I remembered that spooky shadow
The big black shaggy dog
They say it's called The Grim
The omen of death
Still I did not believe it
But I did feel out of breath
After a fitful train ride
I arrived in P
InnocenceInnocence (How to too: Pg 132): Carly SchleeInnocence in Free Verse More Like This
The princess in her castle,
calls out to her prince.
A love story for the ages,
hasn't been one since.
An army on the threshold,
of the bad guys door.
Brave knights all around,
shaken to their core.
Snuggles, the teddy bear,
king of all the toys.
The favorite of the little girls,
and the little boys.
Barbie had her hand bag,
G.I. Joe, his gun.
Furby never stopped talking,
and never was much fun.
Hours of entertainment,
behind this closet door.
Memories from long ago,
spread out on the floor.
Remember mother calling,
"Honey, time for dinner."
How dare her upset my play time,
I'll settle for getting thinner.
Now I take my things,
my childhood best friends.
Put them into boxes,
and try to make amends.
No longer a child,
but not yet an adult.
Breaks my heart to leave them,
my innocence at fault.
Really old stuffIt was twilight on a cold autumn night, the forest's trees stripped bare of their leaves. Cutting through the forest was a thin, winding path that was overgrown with brambles. On this path stood a figure wrapped in thick furs as protection against the cold. The figure was a man, and he stopped to look up toward the mountains in the distance and was surprised to see something else stamped against the darkened sky. There, illuminated by the moon rising over the crest of the highest summits, was a castle, dark and lonely where it stood sentinel in the foot hills.Really old stuff in Settings More Like This
The castle once was one of great grandeur, but had now fallen into decay. Ivy crawled up the walls, the surrounding trees were dead, parts of the walls were smashed or even missing altogether, but most odd of all was the unexplainable darkness that hung in the air about the boundaries even though the night was clear and starry. The tall turrets nearly touched the b
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
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
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
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.
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
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.