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05/27/2020 07:14 PM 

Paper & Cup.

The birds were chirping outside, and the sun was shining through the kitchen of the Burrow on that particular day Pigwidgeon flew through the window with that morning’s Prophet.Molly stood over the sink, and as if on command - as if she knew Pigwidgeon was going to fly through the window at that very moment - the witch leaned to the side to allow him entrance.She was currently washing the remainder of the breakfast dishes when he returned home with the paper she’d sent for him to fetch.“Right on time.”Molly stepped away from the dishes, drawing her wand and waving it toward what remained unclean, and at that very moment, the rag began to - with the aid of her very handy dandy magic - wash the dishes all by itself.She relied so much on her magic when it came to keeping her house clean.There was always so much to do and such little time in one day to do it - she didn't know how muggles managed to keep their homes clean without the help of magic. If one thing was for certain, Molly Weasley knew with how big her family was, she could't do it without the help of her trusty wand and the power she wielded through it.Molly replaced her wand in the pocket of her robes and washed her hands with the cloth hanging on the cupboard doors beneath the sink.She reached in her pocket and pulled out what she owed Pigwidgeon whilst also giving him a bit of leftover cookie she’d baked the night before when Harry and Ginny first arrived for one of their regular visits.Pigwidgeon of course took the cookie, hooting in approval when he finished the treat Molly knew he loved.She held out her hand toward him and he nodded in approval, and she took it as her cue to pet his feathers. She smiled, and he hooted and ruffled himself up as if he was enjoying her touch very much.“Such a pretty bird.”Molly drew her hand back and reached for the Prophet. Not even moments after the paper was in her hand, Ginny came running into the kitchen.She took the paper before Molly could even take one glance at its headline.”Hi, Mum! Thanks for breakfast again! It was delicious. You know how much Harry and I love your cooking. I miss it dearly. Is this the morning Prophet?” Ginny paused and took a glance at the paper in her hand.Molly eyed her daughter suspiciously as Ginny was talking a mile a minute - something Molly knew Ginny always did when she was attempting to hide something by means of distraction.“Wicked! I was just hoping it would arrive. I’ve got something I’ve been dying to show Harry. Mind if I borrow it for a little while?”Ginny didn’t even allow Molly to answer, which infuriated the woman, and of course Molly did not allow her daughter to leave the kitchen.“Not so fast, Ginevra. I may be getting older, but I am your mother and I always know when you’re hiding something from me. I don’t appreciate it.”“Don’t be silly, Mum! I just wanted to show Harry something. . .” Ginny’s voice trailed off, and Molly knew her daughter knew she was up to no good and there was no use trying to play it off as nothing.Molly watched as Ginny sighed and rolled her eyes. She pursed her lips together as if she was contemplating what she wanted to say.Molly grew nervous.What in Merlin's name was so horrible in that morning’s paper that would give Ginny a need to hide it from her?“Ginevra!”“Fine!” Ginny stepped forward and handed Molly the paper. “-but don’t say I didn’t warn you.”Molly’s brows furrowed and she remained looking toward her daughter for several more moments - there was sadness and fear there.What could be so- - ?“Oh . . .” Molly’s eyes stared at the paper - they particularly stared upon her soon to be (or so she thought) daughter-in-law, Hermione Granger, walking along the streets with none other than Viktor Krum.“I didn’t know how to tell you.” Ginny finally answered.Molly’s head shot upward. She glared daggers toward her daughter. She didn’t know a time she’d ever been so angry toward Ginny before this moment. Her eyes actually began to fill with hot tears, but she didnt' allow them to fall."You knew about this? You knew about Hermione and Viktor? Does Ron know?""Of course I did, Mum! She's my best friend, but I-""Ginevra."Molly didn't want to hear excuses.She wanted to know the truth.Her dearest Ron was always so hard on himself, and she was quite sure all this would do was further dampen his already low self-esteem.Her arms crossed and she drew a bit defensive."Does Ronald know?""Why are you getting angry with me, Mum? I didn't do anything! I'm kind of in an awkward situation - if you haven't noticed!"


05/27/2020 06:30 PM 

Insomnia Poetry

Tonight i can write the saddest linesTonight I can write the saddest lines.Write, for example, 'The night is shatteredand the blue stars shiver in the distance.'The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.Tonight I can write the saddest lines.I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.Through nights like this one I held her in my armsI kissed her again and again under the endless sky.She loved me sometimes, and I loved her too.How could one not have loved her great still eyes.Tonight I can write the saddest lines.To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.What does it matter that my love could not keep her.The night is shattered and she is not with me.This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.My sight searches for her as though to go to her.My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.The same night whitening the same trees.We, of that time, are no longer the same.I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her.My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.Another's. She will be another's. Like my kisses before.Her voice. Her bright body. Her infinite eyes.I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her. Love is so short, forgetting is so long.Because through nights like this one I held her in my armsmy soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.Though this be the last pain that she makes me sufferand these the last verses that I write for Pablo Neruda


05/27/2020 06:24 PM 

(06/01/2000) Mini Drabble

  How do I honor the friends I made throughout all these years? Derek knew he had to do something, anything to show some sort of respect during the ceremony. The city of Albuquerque wanted to honor the lives that were lost during the Camp Red River Massacre as a way to bring the community together. Heidi was going to speak on behalf of everyone, what was he going to do? His acoustic guitar was nestled in the corner of his room, a bit of dust collecting it from being abandoned for weeks. How was he ever going to play again? It reminded him of band practices, back when everything was n o r m a l. Normal teens worrying about their future, so they play to get their minds away. It’s not f***ing fair. Jack had a bright future ahead of him. Full scholarship to the University of New Mexico, he wanted to be a biological engineer, travel around Europe after he graduated, marry and have kids. Instead, Mr. and Mrs. Sellers buried their only child at the age of eighteen. What was left for them? How could they move on with their lives after this? What would Jack do? Jack would play, Derek knew this. He always said music was the only way to really cure a broken heart. Only one song came to mind, the one he encouraged him to learn before all of this happened. His favorite song. It was meant to be a filler in between songs, it would allow for him to be front and center with just his guitar. The song took on a different meaning for him now, he knew after this he would never be able to listen to it the same.   - - - “I just want to take a moment and how lucky I am to have known these amazing people. The last few years have been filled with nothing but wonderful memories, ones that I will cherish now for the rest of my life. I’m not great with speeches, I would ramble for hours if I tried to give one. Instead I wanted to perform a song that my friend Jack loved…” Tears in Heaven by Eric Clapton. The song he wrote for his young son’s untimely death. It only seemed fitting that it would be used for a time like this. Tears were in Derek’s eyes as he sung the chorus but he wouldn’t dare let one of them fall. He couldn’t show weakness now, that’s not what they would have wanted. Only time would tell how he was going to move on from this. The only thing he knew was he wanted to live a long, fulfilling life… it’s what they would have wanted.  Would you know my name, if I saw you in heaven?Would it be the same, if I saw you in heaven?I must be strong, and carry on.'Cause I know I don't belong, here in heaven….'Cause I know I don't belong Here in heaven  

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05/27/2020 06:02 PM 

Star Wars Ichigo

Biographical information on Ichigo Kurosaki (Hollow)Homeworld: MandaloreBorn: 14 ABYPhysical DescriptionSpecies: HumanGender: MaleHeight: 5'11.5"Mass: 145lbsHair color: OrangeEye color: BrownSkin color: Light tanChronological and political informationClan(s) MandaloriansAffiliation(s) Unknown / SecretOccupation: Bounty HunterShip: The Black Sun (A black version of the Razor Crest) 


05/27/2020 01:33 PM 

A Hybrid's Powers

POWERS:Enhanced StrengthEnhanced SpeedEnhanced Heightened SensesEnhanced AgilityEnhanced StaminaEnhanced EnduranceSiren's Voice (power to lure men and women)Siren's Scream (super sonic scream which can wound or kill others depending on the pitch)Pyrokenesis (power to create, control and manipulate fire)Telekenesis (power to move objects with the mind)TeleportationABILITIES:Highly IntelligentExtreme BeautyMMA ExpertHand to Hand Combat MasterWeaponry ExpertComplusion (ability to change, alter or erase memories)Defensive/Offensive Driver

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