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Little Ones No. 1 XXXXXXXXX   Once upon a time, there were two little boys who were brothers. The younger one, Mikey, was a very scared child, and he depended on his older brother Gerard to protect him. But their dad was very obsessive and did not want Mikey to hold Gerard higher than him. He believed that separating the boys would break that tie they had with each other. So he sent Gerard to go live with his grandmother Elena, whereas Mikey stayed at home.   Gerard was out of the fourth grade finally, it being his first school year away from his brother. He then asked when he could come home to see his family. Little Mikey and his mothe

Rating: there's a vbit of snogging! and a mention of streaking but who really gives a crap bout that ;p Warning: Well it's a MaleXmale relationship if you don't like it well don't bloody read it. Word: Coat Drarry Relationship: Acknowledgement that they like each other A boy with bright green eyes looked quickly from side to side, fearful he would be seen. Pulling the garment more closely around him, having determined he was alone in the hallway, and began to make his way slowly back to Gryffindor tower. Wishing he would have taken the invisibility cloak with him he continued quickly. This was a completely mental idea he couldn't believe

Prologue The metallic clink of the chains resounded in the dark, empty room. It was almost a melodic sound, so methodical in its steady clink...clink...clink! The occasional drip of water interrupted the metal's song and it echoed into the darkness, becoming swallowed up by it. A whimper permeated the otherwise serene silence and he smiled. "Like that?" It had been nothing more than a husky whisper, but it cut through the room like a razor. A whimper answered him, followed by a strangled gasp as he did it again. Fingers slipped on the plastic toy's surface, guiding the object further inside. It was forgivingly thin, but riddled with bumps

PLEASE read the authors comments first!!!!!! Chapter 6 Harry woke up stiff. He had a hard time falling asleep that night. Malfoy – Draco had talked with him most of the night. Harry knew that Draco’s father was a Death Eater and that Draco himself was to take his place beside him when he became of age. They talked of their abuse. Harry with his uncle and Draco with his father. Harry had gone to bed that night with a strange peace that he usually only felt around Severus. “C’mon Potter, if you want anything while it’s still warm you’ll want to get up now,” Malfoy called from behind his own curtained bed.

Past Scars- Ch. 5 Harry paced around in the boy’s dorm room trying to figure out what he was going to wear to surprise Snape. ‘It can’t be too sloppy, or too formal, he doesn’t even know I’m coming!’ he thought critically. He had been up for the past two hours and he still couldn’t decide what he was going to wear; he had at least gotten it down to two choices of attire. One was a pair of black form-fitting jeans and a green shirt that read ‘Beware the raging Wurbles!’ in bright yellow ink. Luna had gotten him the shirt over the summer when her father had opened a clothing store in Diagon Alley, a

Harry's P.O.V. Harry walked quickly down the halls of the school to one he knew very well: the hall that housed the room of requirement. Before he could even get close though, a voice called out from behind him. "Hey Harry! Cute tush!" Draco said loudly enough for Harry and anybody else nearby to hear. Thankfully they were alone. Harry whirled around; his longish brown hair swept to the side of his forehead, covering his scar; while his lean, muscular body tightened in preparation to fight. His dark green eyes betrayed no emotion, and his thin, pale pink lips were pressed together in anger. An uncontrolled blush spread lightly across his ch

Gun shots filling The air. Smoke covering up Your eyes. The Dictator of America - or as he likes to call himself, the president. His voice fills The nation. "We're all fine here. Our country is in safe hands. We are winning." Lies. All lies. Freedom slowly slipping From our grasp Each and everyday. Like grains of sand. Soon we will Fall like those Before us. Greece, Rome, Egypt. Why can't we Ever learn from History? France, Spain, Britain. Why do we Want to be Forgotten empires? Prussia, Holy Roman Empire, Ottoman Empire. Do we want To be destroyed By pointless wars? Germany, Imperial Japan, Soviet

I separated myself from the group for the night, my ears aching from the constant bickering of Sango and Miroku, that and all those damned 'Sit' commands were making my face sore. You say one thing. One thing! I was growing sick of it and needed some time alone, and by alone I meant I had been running for over three hours. I recognized the scent the moment I felt it, the intoxicating aroma of one of my greatest enemies, and also closest of relatives. Sesshoumaru, you'd been there a while and as I began jumping from branch to branch, hand on the Tessaiga's hilt just in case, I sensed that you were alone, and had been so the entire time. "I a

And though you're dead and gone believe me, Your memory will carry on. We'll carry on And in my heart I can't contain it The Black Parade pounded in my ears as I slipped inside the air conditioned room of the Albany Creek Library, home to hundreds of books. Shelves filled with love, horror and mystery loomed before my blue eyes. Taking a deep breath of the ink filled, dust covered objects with hard or soft covers; I trudged to the romance section and picked a random book off the middle of the shelving. And though you're broken and defeated, Your weary widow marches. On and on we carry through the fears Ooh oh ohhhh Disappointed faces

xXx ‘When I learned I was to be something of the guardian of the heirs to the Inu Youkai clan, I was honoured. I had constantly been told in my younger years that I would amount to nothing. I am, after all, just a flea demon. When the Great Dog daiyoukai of my childhood and early adulthood, Inu no Taishou’s father, entrusted me to take care of his children and his children’s children and his children’s children’s children and his…well…you get the idea. Anyway, when he assigned me with such an important life’s task, I was flattered and greatly motivated to do my best. I had figured that the old dog was

   Pete Wentz was in his room absentmindedly playing his bass, trying to keep his thoughts from wandering to the man with whom he was beginning to fall in love with-the very same man who was in the living room enjoying the party Patrick was throwing.  Pete was invited-of course he was, he LIVES there so why wouldn't he be?-but he opted out of going.  He blamed his shyness, which was a part of it-although a minimal part.  The main reason he decided to stay in his room for the duration of the party was because Pete knew HE would be there.  Ryan.   Pete and Ryan have been best friends for as long as Pete could remember; they knew each other so

The Boy Who Loved By Belle. A. Lestrange Prologue It was futile. Everything around him was smeared in the delusion that the world was now in safe capable hands. The sky overhead presented a starless sky. Only the moon shone down like a beacon on the four tables that faced the teachers' table, and they watched as he stood to speak. Like obedient soldiers, they heard the crack as he parted his lips to speak encouraging wisdom to them all. Wise words that would be taken to heart, even by the coldest of people who had their necks craned in attention. "Another year has gone" announced the dusty voice of Professor Dumbledore as his robes flap

     "A-are you homophobic?" I ask, dread and fear chilling me to the bone and making my face pale.     "Shit no!  That'd be rather hypocritical of me considering I'm flaming.  Besides, homophobia is gay." I smile as he talks and I put my stuff away in my bag, my previous concern put to rest.  I sling my bag over my shoulder and walk out the door.  As soon as I open the door and take the first step out and into the hall the bell rings.  Whereas most people go to lunch immediately after the bell rings, I go to my friend's class.  His teacher is a mega supreme bitch so his class always gets out late.  I'm used to it, so I take up my normal st

Chapter 1: Time Three years he had waited. Three agonizing years waiting for Kagome's embrace and lips. It was so...unfair. To wait so long, then have them in your arms, only for them to leave you agian. Inuyasha was cursed to be abandoned and alone forever. It made him depressed, and he was always so angry now. He was too angry to hang out with Miroku and Sango, too angry to pay attention to dangers near or in the village. If he did chance upon a demon or group fo bandits he didn't just dispell them from the area. He slaughtered them. The good in his heart left with Kagome. All that was left was anger. So Inuyasha spent most days sulkin

.: Bob :.     I took a step forward and Mikey dashes off.  I turn and look at Frank.  His face is pale and clammy.  In all honesty he looks about ready to faint.  "How long?" I ask him quietly.  He looks confused at this and tilts his head.  "How long has this been going on?" I clarify.     "I-I dunno...a-about four or f-five years?"  Frank's voice hitches at the end as he winces, realizing just how long the poor boy has been tormented.  "Longer...longer if you look at everybody else.  But it g-got worse when I turned a-against him." Out of the corner of my eye I can see Ray rub a hand over his face.     "How many times have you physica