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Untitled, One.

A reply I wrote to someone a while back. Maybe I story will pop up here. But cheers, guys, I'm back.

No one has to know.

He touched his finger tip to her lips, whispering softly. No one needs to know.

Lupin's Night.

In honour of Remus. Lupin. :D

Happiness is Temporary.

I find myself thinking about this. Constantly.

Morning, Sissy.

She woke up on the couch with a start, her head spinning. Bloody hangover, she thought, rubbing her head. She set her chin down on a pillow, eyes half open to see the many empty bottles of beer and other alcohol spread across the floor. A sigh escaped her lips, as she turned into her pill..

A Lighter Night.

She woke up on the couch with a start, her head spinning. Bloody hangover, she thought, rubbing her head. She set her chin down on a pillow, eyes half open to see the many bottles of beer and other alcohol spread across the floor. A sigh escaped her lips, as she turned into her pillow again, r..

Mirrored Eyes.

Absolute definition of blowing up a balloon.

Just a short.

Just something that's been in my mind for a while. I highly doubt I'll extend this into something. This is kinda where we left off in RP.

Prongs.

Chapter... FOUR, i'd say? I think so.

Once Upon a Time.

Another different write; I like this dark style. MWAHAHAHA. And no, I was not brainwashed by Voldemort to write all this dark poetry.

Regrets.

Yeah, I know. Different than what I usually write. I like it though. Make's meh proud.

Snuffles.

PART TWO, of Chapter 2.

Padfoot.

Part one of two. (Because i didn't finish the second part of the chapter yet)

Another piece.

Of advice.

I want you.

I want you. To know that I really care. I want you. To knowthat angerchanges me into a completely different person.I want you. To tell me. &nbs..

Past.

The past cannot be fixed, therefore I shall hope the future will not carry on the mistakes.

I don't like you.

Ramblings... ramblings... ramblings of thought.

Eagleson.

First. Fanfic. Chapter. Sorry... i can't seem to be able to write in 3rd person. x) Ahahaa. An informal fanfiction. <3

The Marauders.

YES! So, this is a fanfic. *squeee!* Of what happens during the Marauder age, following the young Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs. And, a special character by the name of Eliza Eagleson.

Ch. 1,

So far.

Morton.

Erm... Yeah.

Running in Smoke.

Another concrete poem.

One day.

Late - night thoughts. It's 1:14 am... i know i should be asleep.

A Wonderful Year.

"Dear Sovanny, One of the most difficult tasks of being a teacher of exceptional students is trying to hide who are your favorites. When I have students like you and Mckai that task becomes virtually impossible. When I think about what an amazingly gifted person you are, and the incredibly sens..

Please.

Writing this, tears stream down my face. Someone has just pushed the Reality Button.

When the World Ends.

The Thought of the Week.

Word of Reality.

Thought of the Week. Concerning Mr. Andrada, my history teacher.

None the less...

Dark. I read this now and I think of the Middle Ages. After about a couple weeks after I wrote this I think it as DARK.

Preface of Morton.

So, I started Morton again. (YAY!) This is what I have after starting over again. :P

A word of advice.

My thought of the moment. Hope it makes you smile.

Diary of a Middle Schooler.

Enjoy my school day.

Cambodia.

This is a sort of spur of the moment write.

Slumbering Wonders.

Yeah, I actually had a dream like this. It was quite recent too. :)

The Economy Poem.

What does a day of boredom, the economy, and the mind of a 12 year old accomplish?

The Optimistic Me.

Writing an Acrostic Poem was an assignment in class. We had to use the word that describes us the most, mine being OPTIMISTIC; the rest just came to me naturally sitting on my bed doing my homework.