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 Posted: Sat Aug 28, 2010 11:07 am
just thought it would be nice to have a place to randomly share written stuff, maybe get critiques/feedback.
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Posted: Sat Aug 28, 2010 11:09 am
You know those nights when you just cannot fall asleep no matter how hard you try? No amount of pills, no number of imaginary sheep leaping fences, nothing will let you drift away? This was not one of those nights.I lie here in bed on the verge of sleep. My body and mind, weary with the events of another hectic day. I ponder all things past, and the shape of things to come. Shadows flit about the room as my eyelids droop. Faint lights transcribe parabolic arcs across my mind. I begin to drift off, slowly slipping, fading away.
Just as soon as I at last find sleep, I feel awake. Am I awake? Am I dreaming? All around me is an inky blackness. Off in the distance a light flickers. I begin to make me way towards it, slowly, cautiously, feeling about in the dark, lest I fall into a crevasse. Hours upon hours pass by till I lose track of time completely, but I seem to be making progress in this vast and unending dreamscape. Onwards I trudge until at last I can make out a figure standing in the light. Carefully I approach him.
"Lost, are we?" he asks me. He stands about 6 feet tall, hair slicked back, and nattily attired in a three piece suit. Nothing unusual about him other then his being the only thing here in this abyss. "Yes, I think I am," I reply. "Where I am?" He looks me up and down, and says "Yes." Puzzled I ask, "How does that anwer my question...?" He responds, "It doesn't, but I can. If you care to make a wager, a game of sorts." Frustrated that my subconscious would follow such an obvious cliche I say, "So I guess that makes you the devil? And I have to challenge you to a fiddle showdown? This should-" Here he cuts me off, "No fiddles, merely riddles. Excuse the rhyme."
The rhyme, pathetic as it was, has piqued my interest, so I ask, "A riddle you say? Well I am a fairly quick-witted fellow, so why not?" He smiles at this and agrees. "Wait," he says, "what do I get if you fail to correctly answer the riddle?" Figuring a little cliche can't hurt I say "My soul, of course." At this he smiles, and reaches a hand forward, to seal the deal. "Well let's hear this riddle then." He gazes at me and asks, "what does it mean?" Thinking perhaps I had missed something, I ask "What does what mean?"
"Game over," he says. "Wait! What do you mean game over? I haven't even answered yet!" Chuckling softly he replies, "You failed to provide the correct answer. You lose." "Oh come on! That's not fair, I wasn't giving an answer, I was asking something." Smirking he says, "I am the devil, bub. Since when do I play fair? Besides the answer was right there in front of you." "What do you mean? Where?" Still smirking he answers, "In the first word of every paragraph." "Words? Paragraphs? What are you talking about!?" Laughing he says, "Why, this story of course. The answer lies at the beginning of each paragraph." "What story? What are you-" Suddenly I feel my soul being ripped away, like sweaty skin from a vinyl seat, like a blister from a well worn foot, like dead skin from a days old wound. I begin to scream in agony, and as I black out I hear him say one more thing.
"Sucker."
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Posted: Sat Aug 28, 2010 11:12 am
This page before me, blank.
Pristine and untouched,
The tablet lies unchiseled.
The slate has not a mark,
Its unmarred surface lies waiting.
Thirsting, straining, needing
Something, anything, to change this.
A word, an image,
A meaningless scrawl.
It matters not what.
"But the slate is clean", you say.
"In mint condition. Untainted."
But what is a blank page really?
At heart it is but a vast desert,
A nearly boundless expanse
Filled to the brim with emptiness.
They say nature abhors a vacuum,
How much more then, does human nature
Abhor a vacuum of the soul?
We are meant to be.
We are meant to do.
We are meant to feel.
Even a deep gouge is better
Than this uniformly vacant page.
Even an expression of hatred
Brings something to this nothingness.
How much better then, is love
Here in this place we detest?
Yet as soon as we gain something,
Some scar, some mark, some meaning.
What do we immediately hope for?
For what do we suddenly long?
In place of our scars,
In place of our hearts,
In place of our souls,
We long once more for that blank slate.
That unmarked state, that condition
Which we gave anything to leave behind.
Such is our nature,
Such is our life.
Tabula Rasa.
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Posted: Sat Aug 28, 2010 11:17 am
I killed a man. Burned him alive. Even though I struck the match, it was distressing to watch him writhe and scream, as the flames licked up the pyre. It was not a pretty sight.
Now don't go jumping to conclusions, this wasn't murder. Yes he was tied down, and drenched in gasoline, but this was self defense. Honest.
This man was a right bloody git. I was not always of this opinion, but it has come to light that he has been sabotaging me for the better part of two and a half decades. At first glance he appeared to be harmless. While perhaps lacking in tact, and overly jocular at times, a trait further accentuated by his jowly face, and a belly that were he associated with a major holiday might be described as jelly-like, he appeared about as threatening as an overzealous dandelion. Soon, however, you will learn why he had to die.
Make no mistake, I did not relish this act, but it was, as I hope you will come to see, a necessity.
The man, henceforth known as The Git (yes, with capitals) nearly managed to ruin my life singlehandedly. As it stands, its course may have already been altered so far that no amount of corrective steering can bring it back from the dangerous precipice to which it hurtles dangerously close.
The Git has been in my life, I suspect, for many years now, although his presence was only recently made known to me. I imagine him following me around, stalking me much as a lion stalks a gazelle. I see him in my mind, creeping through bushes, standing in shadows, perhaps in the gray van that trundles by belching an astonishing amount of oily black smoke from its exhaust.
I know I sound crazy. You would too if The Git permeated every aspect of your life like the cloying stink of a long dead animal. 'You sound paranoid', you are probably thinking. No. Cautious, albeit it nearly too little and too late.
It's hard to say when things first started to go wrong. I think of a time, but is that truly where it began, or is it merely the first I noticed? Up to a point I attributed the bad things that happened to luck, to chance, a bad roll of the cosmic dice. But now, knowing of The Git, I have to wonder. Was any of it coincidence? Or was all that went wrong merely a result of his vile machinations?
It's hard to say. For starters, I know beyond all doubt that he was directly responsible for one of the worst periods of my life.
It was masterful really, his subtle manipulations, his aligning of all the key components. Were I not so deeply affected, I could almost admire his handiwork. A woman with a troubled past brought into my life. Check. Thoughts, brought forth in my mind unbidden, as if he were whispering them as I slept. Check. Most important of all, my falling completely, madly, foolishly, and naively in love, as The Git worked to keep me from receiving the counsel of friends. Check. Then finally, he had every piece in place, every step complete, save for one. With an ease not indicative of the destruction soon to be wrought, his nearly Goldbergian scheme reached its end.
My heart broken, I spiraled down into an abyss of self-loathing. Mired in depression and cynicism, I existed in a strange state. At times, nearly catatonic, at others feeling as though my nerves were exposed, as I slid down a sheet of sandpaper and bits of broken dreams.
This, while perhaps the single largest attack made against me, was but the tip of the proverbial iceberg. At every turn, I could feel The Git's presence, serving to besot my mind with doubts, to nearly ruin friendships, and far more things that I can bear to dredge up.
Suffice to say, The Git had done much to me, and for that, he had to die.
Killing him wasn't my first plan. The thought turned my stomach then, and even now I remain disquieted. I told myself I could just get away from him. I tried to be unpredictable, to change my habits, but always he was there. Every step of the way. I tried to persuade him to stop, to go away, and to leave me be. He just sat there, with the faintest hint of a smirk playing across his broad, homely face.
He finally spoke then, and said to me just two words. "Give up."
I approached him several times over the next few months, begging, pleading, hoping that he would relent. His answer was always the same. "Give up."
One night, as I sat at my desk, head rhythmically beating out a soft, mournful tattoo against the wall behind me, I came to the conclusion that had been staring me in the face for some time, but which I had dared not ponder. I had to kill The Git.
Could I murder a man in cold blood? Was I capable of such a task? These questions and more whirled around inside my head for the better part of a week, until finally I realized that it was not murder at all. He was harming me, and I was merely taking action to prevent this. With that thought in mind I set myself to this unpleasant task.
The setup was fairly easy. I collected a large amount of small unusable pieces from the lumberyard, and filled my old dented gas can. I had found a fairly secluded clearing deep in the woods, where risk of being seen was minimal. Due to the amount of wood involved, building the fire itself was a lengthy undertaking, and as I lay the last piece on the sun was getting perilously close to the horizon. Hurriedly I sloshed half of the can over the tremendous pile of wood, and then called out his name.
He arrived quickly enough, seeming to materialize as he so often does these days. I implored of him again, "I am begging you. Please just leave me alone."
"Give up."
"Fine. Yes. I give up, ok. I GIVE UP! Are you happy now?!" As I asked this his smirk expanded into a sneer, a fierce look of pleasure shining in his eyes.
"On your knees, boy." he instructed me.
I did as I was told, dropping to my knees and staring dejectedly at the dirt.
"Now then," he started, before my sudden lunge took him at the knees. As he fell I knew I had but an instant, and my hand groped blindly for something, anything to use as a weapon. It would seem, that this night, chance or something stronger was on my side as my desperately seeking hand closed around a rock. I swung it around, putting all the pain, all the suffering, all the anguish I had withstood into the force of that blow. I caught him just above his ear, and he went limp.
I secured the ropes around his body, and laid it on the pyre, taking extra precaution and tying him thrice to the wood. As I doused him with the remaining gasoline, he roused, and let out a stream of profanity. He struggled against his bonds, which, as I had planned, did not yield. At this point, I saw the first glimmer of real fear alight in his eyes. He started to beg with me then, and as I stood there saying nothing he began to cry great sobbing tears, trickling down his fat cheeks, and disappearing into the dry earth below.
"It's over now." I said, and struck a match.
It started slowly, considering all the gasoline I had poured on it, but quickly the flames licked up the dry wood, spreading and igniting, as The Git bellowed fiercely all manner of insults and curses at me. As the first tendrils of flame began to singe his body his cries quickly became a sad, piteous mewling, as a dying animal might make.
The flames attacked him in earnest now, churning out clouds of rank black smoke. The smell of charred flesh filled the air so pungently I could taste it on my tongue. Stomach turning in protest, I stood resolute, watching him burn. I had to finish this. I had to know it was over. Hours passed, and still I watched, until all that was left was a smoldering stinking pile. Then and only then did I turn away, retching into the bushes. When at last my stomach quieted, at least somewhat, I turned back to the ashes. I saw there, at last, the end of my troubles. The Git was finished, and I could begin life anew, perhaps regaining some sense of normalcy. I gazed quietly, as the last thin wisps of smoke rose and drifted away. Then I said just two words, and turned away.
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Posted: Sat Aug 28, 2010 11:20 am
Consciousness forms as I am drawn together
Tumultuous frenzy, I'm tossed and whirled.
Round and about, helter skelter, seems I'll never
Escape this vortex, 'til without warning I am hurled.
Wind whips by, I feel myself stretching
Elongating as my body spreads thin
Nausea ensues, head spinning, stomach retching.
State of absolute freefall, but then
A violent impact, an abrupt halt.
Bits of me fly off and tumble away,
Through nothing I did, not at all my fault.
Now substance is missing, it has gone astray.
As sudden as my landing, I begin to slide
Racing downwards once more, gaining speed.
Reaching out, grasping for a way off this ride.
But nothing appears to grant me my need.
Then the slope gives way to empty space.
I find myself in free fall once again.
Falling quickly past a giant face,
Which then says, "Looks like rain."
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Posted: Sat Aug 28, 2010 8:50 pm
A Harry Potter fan story. This takes place in Marauders time.
The lights in the dormitory were off , the students in bed. Night time had fallen and the 1st year students in Gryffindor were fast asleep in their four poster beds. The only other first year boys in Gryffindor was Remus’s best friends. James Potter, Sirius Black, and Peter Pettigrew.
I hope they don’t ever find out why I am gone once a month…I cannot lose such great friends such as these people. They must never find out that I am a werewolf.
Remus was quiet as he slipped underneath the covers of his bed. He needed sleep, since tomorrow was the end of the year exams. The night before was a full moon, and Remus was just coming back from the hospital wing, feeling almost completely recovered. Before Remus could close his eyes, the lamp next to Sirius’s bed flickered on.
“Hey Remus, about time you came back from visiting your ill mother.” Sirius said with sarcasm in his voice.
Remus shuddered as he noticed that Sirius didn’t believe his story. “Yeah, she seems to have gotten better, so I didn’t have to stay there for a long time.” Remus said convincingly.
James and Peter got out of bed and sat themselves at the end of Remus’s bed, Sirius sitting in a chair next to Remus’s bed.
James was the first one to speak. “Remus, why do you lie to us, your friends? Why don’t you tell us why you really left?” James pleaded.
“I told you, I had to visit my mother who had fallen ill.” Remus replied, feeling nervous. Had they found out the truth?
“Remus that is a lie and you know it. We know why you are always gone, every month.” Sirius said, his voice soft and quiet.
“Y-you do?” Remus asked, shaking slightly.
James answered, “We do know. You seem to be always gone once a month. And when we looked at the days you have been gone, we noticed that you are always gone on a full moon.”
James paused and Sirius picked up where James stopped speaking. “Then we started to read about creatures related to the full moon and their characteristics. We found some interesting things out about werewolves.” Sirius’s voice was still calm.
There was a moments silence as Remus thought about what he heard. After a minute, Remus spoke, his voice shaky. “Wh-what did you find out?” Remus stuttered, not wanting to hear the answer that he knew was coming.
“We know that you are a werewolf, Remus.” Sirius whispered, his eyes full of sympathy.
Remus threw the covers off him and stood up, facing the three of them. When he spoke, there was anger in his tone, a tone that the others had never heard before from Remus. “And so what if I am? If you don’t want to be my friends, then fine. I don’t care!” At this, Remus headed for the door, flinging it open and going to the common room. In truth, he did care if they stopped being friends. But he knew that they would never want to be friends with him. It has happened before. Before he went to Hogwarts, he made a friend. After two years of their friendship, Remus admitted to his so called friend on what he was. Their friendship ended immediately.
He heard people coming into the common room. Sirius, James, and Peter caught up with him. Remus made a run for the portrait hole, not wanting to face them. Before he could get near the door to get out, he was stopped, as Sirius and James held his arms, pulling him back. “Remus, wait, we need to talk to you.” James panted, as he held Remus back. Peter stood in front of the door, blocking it encase Remus escaped the other two’s grip.
Remus relaxed a little, allowing James and Sirius to guide him back upstairs to their dormitory. They softly pushed Remus back down on his bed. As Remus sat there, he could feel tears quietly finding their way down his cheeks.
“Remus, we would never stop being your friends, just because you are a werewolf.” Sirius said, sitting down next to him, rubbing his back.
James sat down on the other side of Remus, taking a handkerchief and whipping away his tears. Peter sat on the ground in front of Remus.
“Remus, do you really think that we care that you are a werewolf? It doesn’t change the person you are, the person we know.” Peter said.
After a minute when Remus felt a bit better, he spoke. “Do you really mean that? Are you still interested in being a werewolf’s friend?” Remus asked, uncertain.
“We aren’t interested in being a werewolf’s friend. But we are interested in being Remus Lupin’s friends. But only on one condition.” Sirius responded.
“What is that one condition?” Remus asked, shaking slightly, nervous.
“Never keep a secret like this from us again.” Sirius pleaded.
Remus smiled. “I promise I won’t keep secrets again…” Remus paused before speaking again. “Thanks you three. For being there for me. I am sorry I didn’t tell you guys this.”
“It’s alright, we understand why you didn’t tell us. But did you seriously think we wouldn’t be your friends if we knew what you were?” James asked.
“I did actually think that. It has happened to me before.” Remus said, blushing. How could he have thought that these great friends would abandon him if they knew? He should have known that they wouldn’t have left him.
“Well then, shame on them. They lost a good friend.” Peter said, James and Sirius nodding their agreement.
((I don't like the character Peter, but I had to add in a few lines for him to make it seem more fair. Lol.))
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Posted: Sat Aug 28, 2010 8:51 pm
((Continuation of the story above.))
Remus had finally fallen asleep. The other three went to sleep as soon as they saw that Remus was asleep.
The next morning, Remus woke up before the others and went to the great hall to have breakfast. When Sirius and James finally joined him at the table, Remus had just finished eating and left as soon as they sat down to eat, trying to avoid them. He knew that they were still friends, it just felt awkward to be near them, knowing that they knew what he was.
"I think that he feels uneasy about us knowing his secret." James said, a frown on his face as Remus got up and left.
"We should do something to help him feel better. Hey, you remember on how the chapter about the werewolves said that werewolves are only harmful to humans?" Sirius asked, continuing as James nodded. "Well, what if we weren't humans?"
"What are you getting at, Sirius?" James asked confused.
"Just think about it! What if we could transform into something else? Like an animal." Sirius suggested, the idea coming to him.
"You mean become animagus's?" James asked, getting what Sirius was hinting at.
"Exactly. If anyone could do it, we could. Come on, lets go to the library and see what we can find out about animagi." Sirius said, getting up and stuffing a piece of toast into his mouth.
James did the same and together they left for the library. When they entered the library, they found out where Remus had disappeared to. He was at a table near a window, his head bent over a book. Sirius went down an aisle of books and found what he was looking for. A book for animagi. He and James went to sit at the same table as Remus and started reading through the book, taking notes.
Remus's curiosity got the best of him, and finally he had to ask. "What are you two up to?" Remus asked suspiciously.
"We had an idea after you left from breakfast." Sirius answered simply.
"What kind of an idea?" Remus asked, getting up and looking at the cover of the book. "Wait a moment...animagi? Don't tell me you two are going to attempt to become animagus!"
"That is exactly what we are trying to do." James replied.
"Wait, you can't do that! It's illegal!" Remus exclaimed softly, since Madam Pince was near.
"Yes we can, and we will. This way we can keep you company on the full moons." Sirius said, his eyes gazing over the pages in the book.
Remus sat down, not knowing what to do. Them doing this for him sounded like a good idea. But if they got caught, they could go to Azkaban or get expelled.
"Remus, we would do anything for you to make you happy about your transformations, even if we got caught, it would be worth it." James said, seeing Remus's sad look.
Remus smiled, looking down at the ground. "Just be careful...Thanks." He said, feeling happy for the first time in a long time.
Sirius looked up at Remus. "Don't worry, we have it under control. If we find out that this will be too hard for us to do, we won't do it. Sound good?"
Remus looked up at Sirius, smiling. "Sounds great to me actually. Just be sure to hurry up in here, first lesson is going to start in three minutes." Remus said, getting up, swinging his bag on his shoulder and leaving to go to transfiguration.
James looked at the time, "I didn't realize that class was going to start so soon. Lets go." James said, putting the book in his bag and heading off to transfiguration.
There, James and Sirius met up with Remus and Peter. Quickly, James explained to Peter in his ear what they were going to do for Remus, thinking it best to include Peter in on this project.
Mrs. McGonagall opened the classroom door for class to start just as James finished explaining it to Peter.
The four of them spent the whole lesson in the back of the room, discussing the difficulties of becoming animagus's. Remus mostly sat there the whole time, being quiet. Occasionally speaking when he felt something needed to be said. Class ended in no time, and for the first time, Remus didn't even bother taking notes. He didn't even pay attention to the lesson.
"Mr. Lupin, please come here for a minute." Professor McGonagall called out to Remus from her desk.
As the rest of the class filed out of the classroom, Remus went up to McGonagall's desk and waited for her to speak. Sirius, James, and Peter stayed at the table they were at to wait for Remus.
"You three go ahead, I need to talk to Remus privately." Professor McGonagall told them. The three of them looked at each other and shrugged, leaving the classroom. "See you in the hallway, Remus." Sirius called behind his back.
Once the door had closed, McGonagall spoke. "I thought that you would have stayed in the hospital wing longer. Are you okay to be going to your classes?" She asked.
"Yeah, I feel fine. I just don't want to miss lessons since exams are coming up. But why did my friends have to leave for you to ask me this?" Remus asked, smiling to himself.
"Well because I didn't think you would want to try and come up with an excuse on why you were in the hospital wing in the first place." McGonagall replied, her voice soft.
"Oh that. They know that I am a werewolf, ma'am." Remus stated innocently.
"They know? But you aren't supposed to tell anyone this, Remus." McGonagall said concerned.
"I didn't tell them. They figured it out on their own and they just told me last night that they knew." Remus said with a shrug.
"They figured it out on their own?" McGonagall asked, surprised.
"Yeah, they did professor. May I leave now?" Remus asked, wanting to get a good table in potions.
"Sure. Just make sure that your friends don't tell anyone." McGonagall said, worried.
"They won't. Bye professor." Remus said, leaving the classroom and walking to his friends, who were leaning up against the wall next to the classroom door.
"Why did the professor want to talk to you?" James asked, curious.
"She was just wondering why I wasn't in the hospital wing, since I usually stay there longer." Remus thought no more about it and walked on to his next class, potions, with Professor Slughorn.
The day went by fairly quick. Before Remus realized it, the day was over. He sat himself in front of the fire in an armchair, getting started on his homework, which was considerably longer than usual, since exams were near and he had missed a couple of days from his transformation on the full moon. Sirius and James finished their homework first. Peter still had quit a bit to do and Remus was nearly done. James pulled out the animagi book, taking more notes. After an hour or two, James closed the book, a satisfied smile on his face. "I just got through the whole book, and I think I have enough information for us to start the process to become animagi."
Sirius beamed. "Great! So how long do you think it would take for the process to be done?"
"I would say that we would be able to get it done by the end of our fourth year. I know it seems like a long time, but it will be worth it." James said with a slight frown from the thought on how long it would take.
"Well, that is not too bad." Sirius said, thinking about it while looking over James notes.
"So, are you three sure that you want to go through with this?" Remus asked uncertain.
"Of course we are sure!" James replied.
Night time had fallen a long time ago and all of the other Gryffindor's were already in bed. The only ones left in the common room was Sirius, James, Peter, and Remus.
The portrait hole opened, and to the surprise of the four of them, professor Dumbledore came in.
"Ah, I thought that you four would still be up." The headmaster said as he took a seat next to James on the couch. "I wanted to talk to you three." Dumbledore said, indicating his head to Peter, Sirius, and James. "I heard from professor McGonagall that you three now know that Remus is a werewolf, correct?"
Sirius nodded, lost for words.
Dumbledore continued speaking. "I just ask that you three keep this a secret and do not mention this to anyone. It would be extremely bad if this information got out."
"Professor, we would never tell anyone this. Remus is our friend and we would do nothing to harm him." James replied.
"I am glad to hear that. I am also glad to know that you three will continue to be friends with Remus." Dumbledore said, clearly happy. "Well then, I guess that there is no more reason for me to be here. Good night." And with that, Dumbledore got up and walked out of the portrait hole and was gone.
"Well, that was interesting..." Peter said, laughing softly.
"Come on, lets go to bed." Remus said, noticeably bursting with happiness.
First year at Hogwarts went by quick. The train departed from Hogsmade station. Remus sat in a compartment with his fellow three friends. The ride to Kings Cross station was exceptionally quiet. The train came to a stop and there were noises as everyone excitedly got off the train to enjoy summer.
"Hey, we have to make a promise." James said as they got off the train. "Lets make sure to write to each other during the summer." James said, putting his hand out for the others to put their own hands on. They all put their hands on top of James and lifted their hands into the air.
"Bye, I got to go. My parents are over there waiting for me." Remus said with a last wave to them. He hurried off and entered the barrier back into the muggle world with his parents. The other three gradually separated as well. First year done, another six awaiting them.
Sirius's own mother had not come to pick him up from Kings Cross station. He rolled his eyes, a bit annoyed and walked out of the barrier. When he entered the streets of London, he went down a deserted street and flung out his right arm. A second later and with a loud bang, the big, three storied, purple bus appeared. Sirius got on and was relieved when the bus finally stopped in front of Grimmuld Place number 12. Sirius got off the bus and dragged his suitcase up the steps, entering the house he didn't like so much. He unpacked his stuff in his room and went to the kitchen to eat. There at the table was his mother. A woman that Sirius neither liked nor disliked. She was just there in his life, but until this day, he never thought that he could hate her...
"Just so you are aware, Sirius, I am not picking you up at the station. You are a disgrace to the whole Black family." She said with a sneer.
"A disgrace? How am I a disgrace to a family that has already disgraced itself?" Sirius questioned, irritated.
"You did not get into Slytherin. And worse, you got into Gryffindor. The Black family are proud and are strong. We have not been disgraced until you came along." She said, loathing in her voice. She turned away from Sirius and ignored him.
"Oh yeah, because Slytherin is so great." Sirius said, sarcastically. "It is you and this whole family that is messed up. You and the rest of this family that I hate, is nothing but scum." Sirius said, annoyed with his mother. He turned around to leave, but before he could take a step, he fell to the ground in pain. He wiggled and squirmed on the floor, painfully.
"How dare you speak to me like that! You will go back up to your room, now, and stay up there until I say you can come out." Sirius's mother said, her voice at a yelling point.
Sirius quickly got up and ran to his room. He slammed the door shut behind him and fell on his bed, the effect of the curciatos curse still taking a toll on his body.
Two days had passed before Sirius's mother finally let him out of his room. Sirius was still in shock from the curse his mother had put on him. On top of that, he hadn't ate anything while he was in his room. When he walked into the kitchen, he quietly took out a loaf of bread, but before he could take a piece of it, it was snatched out of his hand.
"Just because you are allowed out of your room, doesn't mean that you are allowed to eat." She said, placing the loaf of bread back into the cupboard. Sirius dared not argue, afraid that he would get punished. He walked out of the kitchen and back to his room. Before he could reach his bedroom, the door he was passing opened.
"I am going to make mom proud when I get into Slytherin." Regulus said from his bedroom door. Sirius ignored his annoying little brother and went into his room.
Another night had passed and Sirius couldn't take it any longer. He was starving, still not allowed to eat.
The next night, Sirius made a decision. Packing all of his stuff in his suitcase, he sneaked out of the house while everyone was asleep. Again, he entered the Night-bus. The bus was nearly empty, so it didn't take long for the bus to stop in front of the house Sirius intended to go to. Sirius got off, feeling really sick from not eating and on top of it going onto the Night-bus. It was now 11:22pm. Sirius wondered if he should wait to knock on the door till morning, when the people inside would be awake. But his stomach screamed with pain. Sirius took a deep breath and knocked on the door. The house was dark and all lights were off. At the sound of Sirius's knock, a soft light flickered on. Sirius held his breath as the door opened.
"Hello young one. May I help you with something?" A man asked him.
"Uh-yeah. Is this the Potter's household?" He asked, nervous.
"Yes, it is. May I ask who you are?" The guy asked kindly.
"I am Sirius Black, sir. I am a friend's of James from school." Sirius replied.
"Ah! So you are the Sirius that James has been talking about! Please, come in." The man said, stepping aside to let Sirius in.
Sirius walked in and followed Mr. Potter into the living room. "I am sorry to wake you up this late, sir." Sirius apologized.
"It's fine. And there is no need to call me sir." Mr. Potter said, smiling.
There were foot steps sounding from the stairs. "Hey dad, who is it that came here this late?" James asked in a tired voice as he entered the room.
Once he spotted Sirius, he seemed to have been fully awake. "Sirius! What are you doing here?" James asked, surprised, running up to him to give him a quick hug.
Sirius spent a good ten minutes explaining why he was here and what had happened at home. "...And I was wondering if I could stay here for awhile." Sirius finished.
James and his father sat in silence and listened to the whole story, both of them seemed to have been crying in the inside. "Sirius, you are welcomed to stay here as long as you want." Mr. Potter replied.
"Oh thank you!" Sirius said, a smile appearing on his face.
"No problem. You can stay in James room while you are here." Mr. Potter said.
"Come on!" James said excitedly, grabbing Sirius's suitcase and dragging it out into the hallway and up the stairs into his bedroom.
Sirius followed along with Mr. Potter, who summoned up another bed for Sirius in James room and left to go back to bed.
"Are you hungry?" James asked, concerned.
"Yeah, I am. But I'll just wait till morning. Right now, I am tired." Sirius said, getting under the covers on the newly summoned bed. His head hit the pillow and he was asleep as soon as it made contact with the pillow. James smiled, amused, and got into bed as well.
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Posted: Fri Sep 03, 2010 2:32 am
I am FAR from a religious person, but this sprouted from my pen one day. I'm considering taking out the second to last verse. The Word of GodGod came to me the other day, To teach me what I had to learn , About love, respect, and understanding , And everything of His concern . He told me to love everyone, For they are all of His creations, And judge not lest ye be judged, This is how to find salvation. Always lend a helping hand, Be someone to be counted on, Try never to say an angry word, This is what Jesus would have done. Always remember the Golden Rule, For everyone has feelings too, Think of how you might feel, If they were doing it to you. Feeling I had learned my share, God went back home and let me be, And it did not take very long, To see the hate surrounding me. Loud words being said everywhere, Yelling sounds of Loath and Hate, Nothing that would be accepted, At the steps of the Pearly Gates. Yet still these hateful words continue, And being said in God's name, It is wrong for them to do so, Taking the Lords name in such vain. Haven't they heard of His word, Of peace and love and kindness too, But me being only one person, What could I possibly do. Knowing God is watching me, Trusting me to spread his word, I say the things He has taught me, But still I remain unheard. I suppose it won't really matter, If they don't heed what I have said. Though they think they're following God, They'll find out the truth in the end. God isn't the one who talks of hate, He speaks of forgiveness and good will. Hate, killing, discrimination, Is Someone else's playing field. I know I'm going to heaven, Though I'm not about to brag about it, I'm much too humble a person to do, Something so arrogant as that. All I know is what I've been told, Live your life in love and that is that, And when it's time to be moving on, God will roll out the welcome mat. --------------------- This was inspired by the story Goodnight Moon... the first verse kind of came with me spouting off nonsense.. it sounded good enough so I wrote it down.. the rest appeared later. LunaGoodnight Luna Way up in the sky If I had wings To you I'd fly But since I don't I'll say goodbye Goodnight Luna Way up in the sky I'll dream of you Luna And your beautiful face Your silvery image It holds such grace And in my heart You have a place You wonderful Luna With your beautiful face Enchanting Luna What mystery you hold As you shine throughout the night Bright and bold Looking down upon me with secrets untold Charming Luna And mysteries you hold Oh Luna, dear Luna You've come to take me Take me to your home To let me see Part of you forever Together we'll be I love you dear Luna And you love me --------------------- The rest of my stuff is pretty much angsty/whiny teen stuff I wrote when I was uh, well an angsty/whiny teen XD http://allpoetry.com/SpaceDazeeIf you really wanna look *shrugs*
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Posted: Fri Sep 03, 2010 4:21 am
Bored and cant sleep, its 4:02 and i have been awake for hours on end. so i decided to write something not knowing what... ill just type down on this reply and see how it turns out
As i drift on lifes winds
The sails that carry me filled
All i have to live with, be my sins.
Yet i turn my back and look up
This life is one i want to change
Yet i can not seem to do so
Though in my mind i seem deranged
I still look up and try my best
There are few things i want from this
These few things i work towards
Yet i sin again, just to get that bliss.
The bliss which nothing else can give
All of those whom i care for
Invisible tears running down there cheek
I just want to walk out that door
Yet the handle seems stuck
All those i hurt feel woe
Yet they forgive me one more time
I see this generosity and glow
I wont and cant let them down
I force myself out of that door
I brake down the walls of my life
My sheath of sadness falls to the floor
The real me starts to show with time
Some times people just need that chance
That one last chance to save them self
And in the end i made my stance
And improved on what i came from
The sin now washed away
The hurt never dissipates
The pain goes numb but always stay
Yet those whom i once hurt dont seem to mind
I lift my head and let the pain roll off
like water off a leaf
Because if i let the weight build up
i will just fail and hurt once again
And so i live without regret
For the harm that i have caused
Because in the end i tried my best
And that was all i could
And in the end, my best was more then enough.
*edit, i finished this at 4:21... not half bad for a insomniac teenager with clinical depression who has not slept in 48 hours. but what can i say, life is good if you find something worth living for.
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