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*Riley* Joined: 30 November 2007 Posts: 1710 Location: Celebrating with good friends	Posted: Friday 1 August 2008 12 16 56 am    Post subject: Re: Plane Scare in topic:Plane Scare Fawkes? I saw that thing on the news, how scary. Apparently the oxygen masks didn't work either...
Q.Araignee Joined: 4 January 2006 Posts: 4379 Location: Sharing Pangalactic Gargleblasters with my Physics teacher and co.	Posted: Wednesday 12 March 2008 04 27 27 am in topic:dead I'm going to apologise in advance for this post, but I really need to write this all down somewhere- no one has to reply, this is purely intended as a cathartic exercise. Two years ago, just before my GCSE's, me great-gran died. She had been the most constant thing in my life, a huge part of it for as long as I can remember. She'd been ill but was recovering unusually well, so when the call came we were all completely unprepared. At that time, everyone in the family looked for someone to be strong- they needed a stoic image to lean on and to imitate, but no one stepped up. Seeing them all crumbling I took up the task- putting up a front of normality which I have been unable to relinquish since. I spent weeks listening and caring for my family, and starting my GCSE exams. I didn't do myself justice really, especially on my Latin exams, but I passed with an A*, 8A's, 2 B's and a C in the Latin. While everyone clawed back their everyday selves I found myself a bit isolated amongst them: they had had me to talk to, yet none had the composure to let me talk to them about what had happened, to let me truly grieve. So I tried to put my feelings aside and carry on into Sixth Form. Most of my friends left to go to college, but 3 remained who I could relax with- I didn't feel comfortable with the idea of burdening them with my problems, so I didn't. I helped them in any way possible, and asked nothing but company in return. The situation between my mum and step-dad degraded and so I inadvertantly became my mum's confidant- on top of hearing their arguments, I knew more about what was going on than I needed to know, and I found myself fretting over it at school or having vague nightmares. Xmas followed swiftly. I had exams in January, my first real A Level papers. A few days before they started, I found out my first Judo sensei's father had died. We had been close, for he had been a good friend of my step-dad for many years. Again, my exams were affected. As more time passed, the worse things got- just before my summer exams my Physics teacher noticed a crack in the mask I portrayed at school, but I didn't open up. He accepted that and said that 'You know where I am if you need anything.' Those exams were a mixture of good and bad, due to the constantly fluctuating situations at home and- more predominantly- the imbalances in my mental state. That summer had the added difficulty of me convincing my mum and step-dad that I wasn't a lazy good-for-nothing, and that while Biochemistry (my choice of uni subject for 3 years) wasn't for me Physics was. I wasn't popular at home for about a month. This school year started. I was now left with only one real friend, and to be honest he's not any good at noticing differences in emotions in other people. He means well, but can't always grasp them. Again, my Physics teacher noticed something wrong and asked me about it- I was uncomfortable and vague, so he soon stopped me and said I could use his lab as a place to escape from everything. To this day, it has been an amazing aid. The term continued, and I made became proper friends with a girl who had been subject to the same 'friends disappearing act'- we had known each other before, been in the same Chemistry class, and while we may not have been best friends we were pretty close. Xmas came again, complete with argument over dinner. And again, I was to be informed someone I knew had died- my newest good friend. I scrabbled through my first few exams as last year. But my Physics exam was where my facade was truly undone. The day before, my great-aunt had come round and made some off-hand comment that I didn't really notice. Monday came, I sat down, and opened my paper. I smiled at the question, and for some reason remembered what my great-aunt had said- 'You are so much like you're gran, more than the rest of us put together. If she couls see you know she would be so proud.' After that, I spent about 15 minutes crying silently and just staring at my paper. I shook myself out of it long enough to give the exam an go and to get out of that room asap- and to my Physics teacher's lab. I'd thought he was out all day, but he walked in on me weeping and listened while I basically told him a less coherent form of what I've written here. My emotions had finally broke free from their restraints and claimed me. It's taken a fair while to regain some stability. At the time, the situation at home still prevented me from showing my emotions fully to anyone there. And now, after weeks of struggling, we've reached another crux: my step-dad- the cause of so much strife, of so many of my darkest nightmares, yet the man who has helped raise me since I was 10 months old- has probably got a cancer in his mouth a cirrhosis of the liver. And my feelings about this are so confused and conflicting... I'm sorry- but I needed to put all this down somewhere my family won't see, and this seemed like the 'best' place if I can say it like that.
sweetnezzincali Joined: 27 January 2008 Posts: 27 Location: Roaming the halls of Hogwarts	Posted: Sunday 27 January 2008 06 38 00 pm    Post subject: April Showers [A Short Story] in topic:April Showers [A Short Story] Hi everyone! I absolutely love writing, it's definitely one of my passions, and it's what I want to do professionally after I graduate from college. Here is a short story I wrote in regards to a just-for-fun writing competition on another site. It's called "April Showers", and it's based on the song "In the Sun" by Joseph Arthur. I'd love if you'd listen to the song either before, during, or after you read my story, to get a different perspective on things. Anyways, here it is, and enjoy! [b][u]April Showers[/u] The cold drops sting against my bare cheeks as I trudge through the tunnel of my life. Raindrops like daggers, continuously piercing the skin, reminding me of all the hopelessness that surrounds. And as this black cloud hovers over me, I can only picture you, in the sun, and wonder what in the world went wrong. Everywhere I look, there you are. In songs, in stories, in the stars in the sky. I'm caught in between what is and what used to be, and there's no escape. Not with the rain pouring down upon me, the very essence of your tears within each droplet. And all I can do is just picture you, in the sun, wondering what went wrong. Oh, I so long for those days, me and you, in the sun. There was so much laughter, so much joy, so much...love. Love. It doesn't make any sense, how love can transform from something so beautiful and magnificent, something you never want to let go, and then just vanish in an instant, with one single mistake, one regret. Regret, oh yes, that turmoil that seems to rule over my life, or at least what's left of it. Without you, it's not much. I know, you may not believe me, but it's true. In fact, I wouldn't blame you for not believing a word I say. I deserve this hatred. I deserve this restlessness. I deserve to live in this unforgivable pain for the rest of my entire life. But you? You never deserved any. I keep hearing your voice reverberating throughout my insides. It's so soft, so sweet, like the glow in your eyes after the rush of a kiss, or the warmth of an embrace before our painful goodbyes. I never wanted to say goodbye. I never should have said goodbye. Now, I search every second, every breath of my life, for just one taste of the sun. But not just any sun. Our sun. I've lost track of time since the incident. Has it been weeks? Months? It seems more like years, with time dragging on like a bad movie. I just want to walk out, to get my money back. But even so, nothing can erase the memory, nothing can erase the nightmare. So why do I keep returning to this place, the place where I first knew of your existence, the place where your brilliant diamond eyes cut into my heart and carved your name, the place where that golden smile of yours tickled my skin, the place where the sun always reigned over our lives? Maybe it's just the fact that your perfume permeates the air, and it calms my soul. I slowly close my eyes, taking it all in, and still there you are, in the sun, as it always was, as it always was meant to be. And, if only for a moment, the rain pauses, no longer terrorizes my skin, but instead fades away into the abyss. Slowly I open my eyes and glance towards the heavens, and there it is, the sun, the same sun that brought us together, the same sun that tore us apart. I hear a rustling of leaves, and a twig snaps from behind. I turn around and can't believe my eyes. Was this a dream, like all the others? Or was it really you? I wasn't going to take my chances. But as I took a step forward, you swiftly spun around and began to run away, away from me, away from everything. But I can't let you escape. Not this time. “Elaine!” I scream at the top of my lungs, my voice hoarse and deep, but full of compassion, full of love. You freeze mid-stride, and slow to a stop. I can already tell that you're crying, and the tears begin to fall once again like rain, a river of sadness, a river of despair. It's when I realize I'm nothing more than the darkness in your life. “Elaine,” I whisper, as I approach your trembling body. My hand reaches out to you, and you cautiously face me, the mascara already running down from your eyes like streams filled with nothingness. I reach to wipe away your tears, but you flinch, and take a step back. Finally, after all this time, after all these passing days of waiting, wondering, you speak. “Blake,” your voice creaks, as beautiful as ever, but more morbid than I ever could have imagined. “I...I can't.” “But Elaine, I-” I protest, but your words cut into mine, a knife to my heart and soul. “You what, Blake? What? Don't you think you've already ruined my life enough?” “Look, I'm sorry!” “Sorry just won't cut it this time.” You begin to walk away, but I just can't let you go so quickly, not now, not ever. As I grab your hand to pull your tiny frame towards me, you reach to slap my face with more sting than anyone could imagine, but I pull you in closer, wrap my arms around you, and our lips touch with such intensity that the sun seems to burn down upon us like a lightning bolt igniting a blaze. Eventually, you pull away. I can see that glow erupting from your eyes, that same glow that used to smile at me every time we touched, yet this time it's enveloped by sadness, confusion, darkness, pain. “I...I love you, Elaine.” You pause, speechless and immersed in thought. But I know what's coming before you even begin to open your mouth. “Blake, it's done. I have to go.” “Elaine, wait. Please, wait. I just want to know why.” “But you do know why.” And I do. The memories float back to me from that one night, the night I found out you were pregnant, with my child. I could have done so much more. But I walked away from the sun. I walked away from my life. I was scared. I was young. But excuse after excuse could never forgive any of the pain I dealt to your beautiful soul that night. And I realize that it could never be taken back. No matter how hard I try, things will always be the same. Finally, I let you leave and watch as you're whisked down the street into the crowd. But I have to know. “Elaine, just tell me one thing before you go.” She turns, and looks back over her shoulder, waiting for my response. “What's it's name...the baby's? “David. His name is David.” A smile creeps across my face, and suddenly you're gone, gone forever. But still I whisper into the air, hoping it will carry across the world to wherever you are, “May God's love be with you, always, as is mine.” And as the rain returns, it's no longer piercing, but comforting, a mask covering the hole in my heart. I turn and walk in the opposite direction, not caring about my destination, simply walking for the sake of walking. And that was the end, the end of us, but more importantly, the end of me. That was the day, the day I walked into the blinding light, there to stay forevermore.[/b]
Scellanis Joined: 11 September 2002 Posts: 6192 Location: Pretending to be a sea slug with 'go faster' stripes...	Posted: Monday 29 October 2007 01 55 54 pm in topic:Halloween I went to a party on saturday as a 1920's fairy, green 20's flapper dress my mum made for me with silver glittery 20's style shoes and black glittery fairy wings with a peacock feather mask and all the associated accessories like black gloves and pink pearl beads.
Q.Araignee Joined: 4 January 2006 Posts: 4379 Location: Sharing Pangalactic Gargleblasters with my Physics teacher and co.	Posted: Friday 2 February 2007 06 27 13 am in topic:The Heir of Slytherin Professor Slughorn had, of course, shown his delight with Tom's potion- whose class persona accepted the admiration graciously- but he was anxious to be away. He had Transfiguration next, and wished to provide a perfect example of a school Prefect to Dumbledore- if he was going to complete his task, he needed to hold the irritatingly observant teacher at bay for as long as possible. When he reached the classroom, he found the last class still leaving- as Artus Potter passed, he offered a courteous nod from one Prefect to another. But he knew the Gryffindor had ideas about Lucia, ideas which he did not like and was determined to stop. Just as this thought formulated, Lucia came up the stairs. She passed Artus, they shared a polite greeting, and she came to stand next to him in line. Tom looked towards her, and gave her his brilliantly charming smile. As she blushed- a reaction Tom relished- a delicate smile slipped through her mask of coolness. It was with great pride that he turned into the classroom where the tired form of Dumbledore stood waiting.
Rory Pridinham Joined: 1 May 2003 Posts: 506 Location: *Looks around* .... good question....	Posted: Wednesday 21 June 2006 11 27 45 am in topic:Travelling the World Ooooh! Me loves this new posty! Some of you may have already seen my interest in traveling by my post in "Interests and Hobbies." If not . . . I hate anywhere tropical, like the Bahamas or whatever - how boring, sitting on a beach doing nothing all day. I'd rather go back to the "motherland," and find out all its history and quirks. Really I'd love to do a full tour of Europe, but I'll have to break it up throughout my lifetime. I've never left the province of Ontario, but when I do I'd like to travel to: Northern and Southern Ireland See my mom's birthplace in Belfast, tour the castles and ruins, find a few pubs and share a Guinness with the locals, etc. England and Scotland See my aunt in Kirkoddy, see all the lochs and beautiful landscapes in Scotland (hmmmm . . . maybe bring my paints), London = shopping!, again, all the historical buildings and ruins and gravesites and churches and whathaveyou, including the tower of london and the Wax Museum in london, plus any old libraries of old english texts I can find Netherlands Mostly Joure and Amsterdam, the former my dad's birthplace. Gotta pick up some clogs as souveniers! See the tulips and historical places (must find tour guide who speaky ze Eenglish) Germany BEER! Well, besides that, the castles of Germany. Plus there's this area there where these villagers carved things in the shape of bears, like hat stands, etc. I have to research it a bit more . . . Maybe experience Oktoberfest, and anything else that interests me. France Ahhh . . . Paris! The Louvre and shopping and just the whole atmosphere of France that I've heard so much about. Have a coffee at a little cafe and chatter with the locals in broken Frenglish. Italy Super duper historical - the Colosseum and the Parthenon and Venice with it's gondolas and pretty masks for the festivals (again, another souvenir I must obtain). All those ruins and history and the CHURCHES! The vatican , and Tuscany and . . . and . . . there's just too much! Greece Pompeii (hope this is in greece, I haven't researched it in it's entirety), and more historical ruins and such, and the cheese and the wine and more interesting tours Hong Kong Shopping - entirely. I won't eat their food, I don't care how much it would add to the experience. Raw fish and live mini octopus are not in my food vocabulary (although I will try rice - white rice, that is) Probably just a day or two here. Australia G'day mate! I'd love to see all the wildlife and go scubadiving in the reef - once I learn how to scubadive. See the nightlife and visit the Sydney Opera house. New Zealand How could I not visit the beautiful country of New Zealand? Since I've watched the LOTR, I MUST see this ethereal landscape that they filmed it in. I'd love to take a horse ride through the fresh open country air! Mmmm . . . country air. Belgium Just for the hell of it- find some chocolate and other historical - based stuff. Egypt Purely for the pyramids, then I'm outta that war-torn area of the world Prague There's this little shop near prague (and all its churches, historical buildings . . . .you get the picture) that sells these hot apple turnovers for cheap. Must find hot apple turnovers . . . United States Everything . . . I don't care how long it takes me. New York, San Fran, Hershey Pennsylvania, California - you name it. Not only for the night life but to meet other people and find cute little antique stores where I can spend money on quality antiques (I swear, the Americans stole all the good antiques - no offense to Yanks out there, its true. No nice antiques up here in Canada, I tell you) See all the castles of America - Vanderbilt mansion for one. I know it's unrealistic but I'd love to have a house like that! Well, that's all I can think of. Phew! What a long post - sorry guys. Congrats to those who actually read it . . . I hope I don't have any typos. This journey will probably take the rest of my life to fulfil. . . but who cares? That's why we travel . . to experience new and old things and to learn from the past and present. Thanks Snow for making this thread - I'm sure it's gonna be popular, and it'll be interesting to see where people want to go.
Snow_Crystal Joined: 18 July 2005 Posts: 1180 Location: Flying around eagerly waiting for Midnight...	Posted: Wednesday 14 June 2006 08 50 03 am in topic:Tom Riddle casting speculation for HBP U know I never thought of that. Surely they're going to have to do some magic with make-up here and I can't believe they won't be able to use different actors. Perhaps they could have different actors of different ages with a plastic- face-mask (Mrs Doubtfire style) on that makes them all have the same facial features. From an artistic flair view, that would be something special!
HogwartsHQ Joined: 1 August 2005 Posts: 1462 Location: Michigan Magic School of Wizardy	Posted: Sunday 9 April 2006 02 43 04 pm in topic:madame malkin's robes for all occasions (fitters needed) ow, and do you have gloves to go with that? And hood mask to go with the clothes?