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Random First Lines:A little song-fic about Harry and the rest of the Wizarding World trying to put everything back together again after the Battle in 1998. I neither... » Read
If you guys like this let me know and I'll turn it into a longer piece. I was going to write a couple of sequels to this anyway but if people really like the writing style I'll do something bigger with it.
All for free of course :)
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If someone wants a follow up story pls comment. This is just a foretaste of my newest stuff.
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Frank has been a good father, and a dutiful husband if you don't count his guilty secret.
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My best friend has been in a very toxic relationship and I wrote this based on her p.o.v.
By The Lord Of Shadows Rises
It has been 200 years since the Lord of Shadows was sealed in a horrific battle with the Order of White Rose. Now the year is 1998, a boy with murdered parent's must gather allies to stop the once powerful Lord of Shadows from regaining his full power and breaking the seal. Learning from the...
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This poem, titled "Temporarily being called dad", is about my dad. He really doesn't understand my mental illnesses as well as he thinks he does and it hurts quite a lot at times.
Sometimes depression becomes all you are. It takes over every thought and every feeling. The pain just sort of becomes you. And then sometimes, you realize that the pain isn't you.
Do you ever have feelings for someone, and you still feel the pain long after they've left? That's the essence of this poem. That torturous feeling was the drive for this poem.