OKAY I want you to tell me what you think. (A.) I love it! You are my king all mighty and I and your lowly servent. (B.)You should do this for a living. (C.)Yeah I like it alot. Show me more. (D.)It's good. (E.)I'll admit is ok but you need to work on it. (F.)No. (G.)No no no NO!! (H.)Get a life you bum! (Me: Sorry but I only live in my head.) (I). Other
FANFICTION:Marry Lotter A.K.A Harry Potter (That's what me and my family call it. (And people wonder where I get my weirdness from stare )) GENRE: Umm...Angst I think a little humor. RATED: T or PG-13 maybe a little more. DISCLAIMER: J. K. Rowling owns Harry Potter and his world. I make no profite off this. The plot is mine and Leafen and Alex and some other characters are mine(I'll post thier names up latter.)
My Precious Little Weapon
Past 1996/Dec./23 ~*~*~*~ Two small children huddled together at the entrance of an alleyway, both shivering violently as angel white fakes of snow drift slowly upon them. One child is female while the other smaller one is male. The girl hugged the younger one close to her person, desperately trying to protect him from the bitting cold. Her long fiery red hair cascaded over her small shoulder, it stood out sharply against hers' and the small raven haired child's pale skin. Around them people were rushing wildly about, either buying their last minute gifts or hurrying to a warm home as the golden sun slide behind the gray buildings. No matter they were doing, they all shared one thing, all, were ignoring the two tiny figures huddled against the dented dumpster. None care that the two will probably die from the cold or lack of food. All are too busy. All thinking that someone else will help the orphans as they briskly walk past. None knowing that no one is there to help them. But... A very large chunky man that is almost thicker than he is tall stomps aggressively by the children. He stops suddenly, looks at them for a second, before walking off angrily grumbling something about 'street rat' and 'extermination.' The young girl holds the boy tighter when hearing this. The smaller whimpers softly as he tries futilely to gain more heat from the olders' trembling body. Beside the large beefy man a tall stick-like woman held the hand of a large, blond haired, walking beach ball. Trailing slowly behind them a very small skinny boy of six years carried three large,brown bags, all too heavy for the scrawny boy to hold, but some how, he managed it. The older boy stopped in front of strays and set the bags down. The two children looked up to emerald green eyes and midnight locks of hair. The emerald eyes boy pulled off his over-sized jacket and draped it gently over the quaking shoulders of the two. The girl gave a small grateful smile and nodded her head in thanks. The older boy opened his mouth to say something, but was rudely interrupted. “Boy! Hurry it up!” The obese man called without looking over his fat shoulder. “Yes, Uncle Vernon.” The boy called back in a soft voice. He quickly picked back up the bags and hurried to catch up. Only once looking back to see the two younger children still curled within the jacket, easily fitting over the both of them. When the stick-like lady asked harshly what had happened to his jacket? He told her hesitantly that he had lost it. The thin woman then went off on a angry rant about all the wonderful things they had done for him. All the while the two children huddled comfortably under the large jacket.
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Kataren · Tue May 08, 2007 @ 11:38pm · 0 Comments |