Writing Prompt

[This is one of the first Fanfic peices I have ever written, it is about the Mauraders Era, Remus Lupin, and Sirius Black, their friendship] [Remus has the nickname Moony and Sirius has the nickname prongs, They are about 15 in this] [ Please give honest feedback, I wrote this in 45 minutes, i didn’t think I just wrote, It is 1,080 words]

“When you look at the stars do you think of me?” Sirius as...

I can’t take this anymore

You pressure me as if it’s nothing for you

You do not see how your actions

Affect other people

With no regard for me

No regard for our friends

My friends

I was a kid once

Do you ever think about that?

Before you push me around

Think of the little girl you are hurting too

Would you still do that to her?

I bet you would, wouldn’t you?

The look on your face says it all

You...

“ I thought love was supposed to be something real! It wasn’t supposed to be some made up fairytale. Maybe I wasn’t meant for it but then again everyone around seems to not be fit for it too. Maybe they made it up. Maybe it was something we made up. But whatever happened it didn’t matter. I thought love was supposed to be this amazing thing we all look forward to. But in the end, it turned out to ...

“I am done. _Done_! I have given him everything, my words, my body, my heart! And all he has given me is a knife, punctured clean through my soul. It hurts, more than anything I’ve ever felt. It’s like ice, slowly creeping through your veins, freezing the very warmth of your blood. His silence, oh his _silence_! How it ruptures every strain of my heart! How I wish I could inflict this very pain up...

You need to work hard,

For those you love and yourself.

Huge obstacles make you tougher,

Over times make you stronger;

Choice is not going to come,

You have to fight for it.

Harder you work,

More choices you have;

In between the present and future,

Bumpy roads along the way…...

They do not understand how it is in my nature to consume. Humans, animals. Mortals! They are all alike. Passionless, uncreative being the lot of them! And yet they scream and scamper when I crawl from my watery tomb. I have been trapped for millennia, and it feels wonderful to stretch my wings and wrap my tentacles around prey. Their buildings and cars are mere playthings; a rough exoskeleton hidi...

It’s not very easy coming back from the dead.

Once the tears and jubilations have faded, you start to see the ways they’d started to move on. It’s not so simple to just reverse that.

Dane- I feel like he looks right through me. Like he thinks I really am dead; and maybe I’m just a ghost. Isadora talks about me in the past tense and jumps a little when I clear my throat. Sometimes I watch how she...

If I were Eleanor from “Eleanor and Park’’

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In a world that doesn't fit,

where the edges are sharp and the corners don't sit,

I am auburn and awkward, a misfitting piece,

in the jigsaw of high school, where comforts cease.

They say red is the color of passion and love,

but for me, it's the taunts from the grades above,

The ones blind to the fire that burns in my soul,

the dreams and desires t...

Art is only finsihed when the artist walks away

Love is the same

I met him in fall

When the leaves echoed melodies of movement

And children climbed trees far too tall for safety

When color was everywhere,

And I didn’t have to search for it.

I didn’t kiss him when I felt like it

Or when I wanted to

I kissed him when there was no other choice.

It was him, or the darkness

He acted as light to m...

I know what they expect. I know what they want me to do. A well-bred lady such as myself should find the choice to never let that woman darken my doorway ever again as easy as breathing.

But I can barely breathe as I think of turning her out, of turning her away. She’s the strongest woman I have ever known but my rejection of her would destroy her and send her to perdition.

No matter that ther...