Title: In For a Penny
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Harry Potter, Dudley Dursley, Severus Snape
Prompt: 003. Ends
Pairing: Suggested HP/SS
Word Count: 629
Rating: PG
Summary: Coffee, Vietnam, and graveyards. Harry and Dudley meet after the war is over.
Dudley recalls going to America for the summer hols with his parents. They had visited New York, to see the Statue of Liberty, and the Museum of Natural History, and he remembers how, walking down the grimy street, long-forgotten trash fluttering about him, a hand had suddenly reached out from a pile of rubbish sitting in front of an alleyway.
The hand had been old, varicose veins
Title: Dammerung
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Tom Riddle
Prompt: 001. Beginnings
Word Count: 416
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Wizards would ask themselves, What could prompt such an intelligent young man to do such terrible things? Years prior, muggle Jews mourned their dead and asked the same question.
From September of 1940 to May of 1941, the German Luftwaffe commenced what would become known throughout history as the Blitz: the systematic bombing of London, England for 73 consecutive nights. Over 43,000 civilians were killed.
The children huddle in and underneath their beds. Many of the older ones, teenagers
A Loser's Guide to Surviving High School
(One Emotional Breakdown at a Time)
Chapter One
Q: Why Are Sophomores More Like Old Jello Than Humans?
A: They Congeal.
The first day of sophomority is hell.
People talk about their first day of high school, how everything around them is new and big and frightening. It is nothing when compared to your second year, when all the things are familiar, but you still don't know where you stand with the people.
I am Heather-nolife-nolastname. I took German in my freshman year, and have since changed my name to Sebastian. I have people call me 'Sebby' for short, since it is a long name, and a male one,
I had a dream last night.
A White Cow and a Black Cow,
sitting in a field,
playing chess.
The White Cow, playing black,
places the Black Cow, playing white,
in check.
The White Cow, thinking it has won,
lows victoriously.
The Black Cow, in retaliation,
eats the remaining pieces.
Winner?
It is not ordinary angst that drives me to write,
nor is it the stress of schoolwork,
of family, of friends.
It is an unnamable thing, something as misty and selfish
as a cold morning, stealing away heat and thoughts
and all semblance of reason.
I write because I am compelled to.
I write because walls have more personality than people.
I write because that chair over there looks lonely.
I write because devastation is fun to watch.
I write because I loved his hands, but not him.
All these things
with no more worth than a falling star
crashing into the world
and setting it ablaze.
There was a hand,
a hand, a hand,
that, separate from its body,
crawled upon a rock and,
in a woeful mood,
inscribed its initials
in chalk:
five cloud-white protrusions,
knuckles, bulgy, sticking-out
like swollen cow's teeth in humid weather.
And this hand,
this hand, this hand,
wrote poetry like water falling,
like sun rising,
like leaves dying,
but, illegible, no one could read it
because, you know,
hands don't have brains.
Tolerate me
Why can\'t you just
Tolerate me?
I obviously disgust
But humor me if you
must tolerate me
Just for once
Be a friend
Not so distant
I just want to be
Just a little bit
closer
And get it all
off my chest
When you fed me
s h i t
to digest.
They said a kingdom would crumble
And all the silver knights would die
They\'d turn their backs on justice,
And fade away.
And every mountaintop turned to steel,
And every bird became a planet,
And all the deer lay down and died,
And turned to dust.
And it all was dust.
And the ocean\'s became a sun,
And the rocks,they burned to ash.
The earth became a deathtrap
Except for those who took their chance.
Like the butterfly,I lived again,
And like the dead king\'s throne
I stand tall and proud.
And I\'m not made of dust.
I\'ll never be dust.
I will remain.
Current Residence: Pennsylvania Favourite genre of music: J-rock, symphonic opera, regular opera Favourite photographer: None Favourite style of art: Surrealistic Operating System: Windows XP MP3 player of choice: ITunes Shell of choice: Decorated with the feathers of Bower Birds Wallpaper of choice: Somethingawful.com Skin of choice: Crispy. Favourite cartoon character: Zenigata, Alucard, Sephiroth, Count D Personal Quote: 'Let me do the spine thing to you, please!' '*noise gibberish*'
Favourite Visual Artist
Botticelli, Matsuri Akino
Favourite Movies
Phantom of the Opera, Donnie Darko, Delicatessen, Star Wars, RENT
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Nightwish, NIN, John Williams, soundtracks
Favourite Writers
Oscar Wilde
Favourite Games
Ocarina of Time, Majora's Mask, Morrowind, Castlevania
Favourite Gaming Platform
Xbox
Tools of the Trade
It puts the lotion in the basket.
Other Interests
Dorian Gray, Bubonic Plague, Phantom of the Opera, Darth Vader, unusual characters, the rum
As some may know, I have recently begun writing a Star Wars fanfic. http://ragdollsally4990.deviantart.com/ has recently drawn a lovely picture of one of the characters, a Kaminoan named Oia Sai.
I am happy to announce that the first chapter of this fanfic has now been posted at fanfiction.net!
Here is the link.
http://www.fanfiction.net/u/975069/
The fanfic is titled 'In Light of Hollow Sons'. It tells the story of Krenn Sunscriber and his fight to deny his heritage, and of Anakin Skywalker (formerly Darth Vader) and the life-altering loss of his son.
The New Republic, formed from the ashes of the Empire, is being threatened by radical
*Holds a large ceremony. With cake!*
Would you do me the honor of illustrating my comic? If you have the time or drive, of course.
...This sounds sorta like a marriage proposal. Should I offer a ring, too? <3
You must pass the along to five-billion friends or you will die.
Also: plz note- this message is totally unique and personal... Thanks again for the fav.