Under My Sofa
When I was little I wrote in the space under my sofa.Now I write on top of it.That's not poetic.I'm just too big to fit underneath anymore.…
Yellow paint
"They say a death warrant is more deadly when it's signed with blood from your heart on the tissue thin paper of your skin, in a cursive crimson scrawl of love and agony and flowering faith that never wilts no matter how many times it's betrayed."• • •Belle and Maxine write. They twist and warp pain into beauty and build towering metaphors so potent they would live them.They are medically insane, but what does that mean?And can they write it into something beautiful?…
Skin Without Freckles
Dominique Weasley had very few traits that would link her to the Weasley family. Inheriting the silvery hair of her mother, some may see that as a glorious colour, yet she would never be graced with the fiery red tones of her cousins. When her blood boiled with anger, it didn't rush to her ears, but to the bottom of her cheeks and jaw, mottling her pale skin that didn't even tan in the same ways as that of her other family members. Yet the loss she felt most keenly was the lack of the freckles that even her brother and sister possessed, leaving her as the only one of all Molly and Arthur's grandchildren to be left with an empty canvas of skin, while all the others were graced with the beauty of constellations lining every inch of their bodies.…
The Council of the Mispunderstood
So if you are here you probably know the story... How @Blue_Carrots was welcomed to the fandom on Chapter 179 of @kmbell92 's Tightly Knit...And then it transformed into a vicious fight because somebody tried to murder me for being Slytherin because "Bellatrix was in Slytherin and Bellatrix killed Dobby!"And then me and @chayatallent realised we were hugging on another comment chain and became best friends...And @butnotquitethere turned us into respectful pacifists...And we spent many happy days discussing our fandoms, making puns and hunting for mentally stable people...But then *dramatic zoom in* disaster struck! Many people began to hard-heartedly complain about the notifications! What were we to do?And thus, *sobs*, the Council of the Mispunderstood died...Until now!!!Join, if you dare...…
The Same Sun | #MidnightSunMovieContest
As the sun sets on the wash of colour that is their childhood the night before Henrietta and Lia set off for university, they introspect on what they mean to each other.…