The X-blade Express 4The X-blade Express 4 by cmsully
Well. Heavyn had said that what was to come would be a doozy, but Riku could admit to himself that he hadn’t quite expected this.
“There can be no Christmas without the Polar Express arriving on time!” As Chris’ rant got louder the closer he came to the front of the train, Riku blinked with disbelief at the obstacle that prevented the train from moving forward. “Am I the only one who understands that?!?” the rant continued.
“Heavyn?” he thought, as the particular reindeer he was staring at glanced over towards him.
“When, exactly, are you and Chris getting up here, again?”
Amusement filled her voice as she answered, “In three… two… one…”
“Caribou crossing?!?” Chris’ voice carried disbelief, however from the Keyblade Master’s quick glance towards the conductor as his head poked out of the side window Riku suspected it
The Western Daughter 4“I SWEAR TO MERLIN, JAMES, I’LL WILL CASTRATE YOU FOR THIS THRICE-DAMNED AGONY!”The Western Daughter 4 by cmsully
The man for whom that curse was screamed at winced as he waited anxiously in the waiting room just outside of the maternity ward. Unlike from what he had heard of Muggle hospitals, St. Mungo’s somewhat ancient policies dictated that males were to wait outside of the birthing room unless they were Healers… which, from the increasingly colorful curses that were being heard, might’ve been a good thing for poor James Potter.
While Remus clasped his shoulder in a show of honest brotherly support, Sirius merely laughed at James’ expression.
“Merlin, Prongs, your face is hilarious!” he finally managed to breath out in between chortles.
As James glowered at his best friend, the other expectant father in the room looked over at the three Marauders. “You do realize that when the time comes for you to be in our place that we
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Today, writers are scorned because of those too unversed to know.
Disdained, because of those too ignorant to believe.
Despised, because of the realists who are too afraid to dream.
Misunderstood, because others are too unsure to try.
But we, as writers, know them to be wrong.
A writer is a person who dreams.
A writer is a person who wishes.
A writer is a person who escapes.
A writer is a person who lives.
A writer is a person who is not afraid.
A writer is a person who strives.
A person who expresses.
A person who believes.
A person who understands.
A person who knows.
I am a writer.
I dream of a world where anything is possible.
I wish for a world where war is just a myth.
I escape into a world where I can predict the future.
I live in a world of joy and mystery.
I am not afraid of the world I create.
I strive in the world where others give up.
I express myself in ways others dare not try.
I believe in things others are too afraid to trust.
I understand things others cannot, in a way that others cannot.
I know, in ways that others deny.
I am a writer.
Fanfiction is what literature might look like if it were reinvented from scratch after a nuclear apocalypse by a band of brilliant pop-culture junkies trapped in a sealed bunker. They don't do it for money. That's not what it's about. The writers write it and put it up online just for the satisfaction. They're fans, but they're not silent, couchbound consumers of media. The culture talks to them, and they talk back to the culture in its own language.
—Lev Grossman, TIME, July 18, 2011
Each journey gives rise to chance encounters, and each encounter brings forth a farewell.
When a farewell leads to a journey, the worlds open their hearts.
Those chosen by the light, or ensnared by the darkness. Friends who share the same bonds, though their paths may differ.
When you doubt the path trod thus far, when the hand you held is lost to you, gaze anew at the heart that once was…
For all the answers are within.
A long dream.
A sad farewell, hanging in the air in that “world between”.
What is reality? What is illusion? The path chosen by the young boy leads to his memories.
When caught in the stream of the days and nights going past, gaze anew at your steps…
For there all confusion will end.
The Future Story
Will the day come when this battle, born of confusion, will end?
It is different things to different people.
Can the reality be that which is hidden?
The reason is mere existence. Still, memories can be believed.
Be not afraid. Entrust your body to the soothing waves of your memories. By and by, your fleeting rest will be over…
And everything will begin.