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Disappearing Act By Maddy ✒ The air was icy; the wind chilled my cheeks as I walked along the cobbled street way. All the shops were closed, and it was half-past nine. I was late, I was never late, but somehow this morning I had managed to misplace the semibreves that I had jotted down into the late hours of last evening. The garden was alive with lights; cigarette smoke billowed from the center of the garden like that of the smoke from a bonfire. Roses were decorated with tiny lights, and a pine tree that stood in the middle of the garde...
"Concerning Harry" PART 1: Voldemort was standing just inches away from him, even though he was far from him, Harry could feel the excruciating pain that was forming onto his head in the shape of a scar. Harry screamed, his glasses fell off and as he fell to the ground, he heard a crunch underneath his feet. Someone was shaking his shoulder not violently like Ron would wake him, as Harry grew aware of his surroundings, he opened his eyes, he was sitting upright, his head in his hands, sweat caked this back and it ran down his n...
"5..4..3..2..1, no, no that's not right, ok again, 5..4..3..2..1, was that right?" Davy Williams was an odd man, everyone in the small town of Fordwich U.K. Growing up had never been easy for Davy, being OCD, everything had to be just perfect, unfortunately, Davy's life was quite far from perfect. You see Davy had grown up in poverty, his clothe shad never fit, they had always hung from his thin, wiry frame, Davy's mother Mary, lived to drink, in fact, many say as the story was told that the drink was what had killed ...
AUTHOR'S NOTE:*!!This story contains racist situations and/or comment, please note that I as an author and as a human being respect all of these real people in real life, I would never say anything racist towards these actors and actresses, please enjoy the story but be advised that the character "Dacker" is a character that I created to add "spice" to the story, please do not take this seriously it is just a fanfic.*!!ENJOY!!!! Please send your feedback in the comments or whatever🙂💖👍Best, 🌙The Green Witch🌷STARRING: The SNL cast: Beck Bennet...
Penny and James were picking up red solo cups that were literally everywhere, James carried two trashbags while Penny carried a dustpan. She walked over to him. “Hey’ She said smiling towards him. “Thanks again for helping me, I don’t think I would have managed on my own!” James also smiled, he turned to Penny, his eyes meeting her dark amber-color ones. “Of course and besides I was tempted to throw a match at it before you asked anyway.” Penny laugh, James felt his cheeks grow slightly hot as he was blushing, h...
Submitted to Contest #85
"OH, MY LORD! TURN THAT CRAP DOWN ALREADY!" Jamie shouted against the wall, Old lady Pea's constant record playing drove him up the wall. " YOU YOUNGINS' HAVE NO IDEA WHAT "GOOD" MUSIC IS ANYMORE". Jamie instinctively ground his teeth, he waited for her to turn up the music. "1...2...3" nothing. "4....5.." nothing, he just needed to get to six, maybe she wouldn't turn it up even louder if he got to six. "s-s-sssssssss" Jamie wheezed, waiting. "RAMBLING ROSE" blared even louder through the apartment's thin walls. "For...
Submitted to Contest #84
I was exhausted from school finals and exams, my university had always pressured students with more assignments. I guessed it was a London tradition. I had only been in London for a year now and was already starting to tire from lectures. Suddenly, I stopped cold in my tracks, something felt different, the dewy mildew smell of the cobbled streets, that I had grown so accustomed to had vanished it had been replacing by a lovely scent, that made my mouth suddenly salivate. I could smell a beautiful floral scent, I walked down the corridor, my...
Submitted to Contest #80
Day 14: I felt it again. The earth shifted underneath my feet, the crooked sidewalks bordering the demolished street. I walked, feeling my feet touch the cold stone, I had lost my shoes and most of my clothes. Everyone had on the 14th day. We had known the storm was coming. Just had never brought it to reality, and yet where I stood, looking around at the bakery shops that once were filled with delighted people and delicious baked goods, the book stores stacked with beautiful literature were now empty. Books were scattered everywher...
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