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Taken

She rocks her chair to a lullaby,
Dreams of fairies in the candlelight.

She believes in magic, in changelings,
The children stolen by the winds,

Replaced by the withered, the sick,
The dead and dying of infancy.

A chill blows through the window,
Suffocates the flickering light,

Smothers the spark in her heart.
Now she knows, she is alone.

Barren fingers chill her body,
As darkness pervades her womb.

She wanders, arms empty, eyes alight,
Cradling a ghostly heartbeat to her breast,

Clutching at the last, the lingering,
The barest memory of a life barely lived.

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Returning

She picks up the words,
Fragments, reminders
Of a life once lived.

Her fingers itch, a memory
Springing to the tips
As a story takes shape.

She places them in rhythm,
Drumming out a clumsy cadence
As she tries to make them fit.

The words scatter and tumble
As she tries what comes best.
She tries to regain what’s lost

And discover herself again.

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Comprendre

Easier said. The words come quick,
Automatic advice from frustration.

He listens, head bowed. Again.
She needs his help, a crutch

To help her walk a worn-down way.
He has nothing, though, nothing

Left to give, words he won’t believe
In, come morning. He doesn’t accept

Her unabashed tears. She knows. She tries,
Her choked words meaning more,

More than he could ever know,
More than he may understand…

Softly spoken, this plea, this wish,
Her cry to the one who might be

A saviour or villain. She hopes, then,
That if he may never comprehend…

That you will.

Title: Alliances
Characters: Lupin and Fudge
Word Count: 100
Rating: G
Challenge: #133 - Random Character Assignment
Author's Notes: my first piece of fanfic in over a year. eesh, I'm rusty.

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It had been hard enough to get to sleep. The cave was quiet, but for Remus, the silence was louder than anything he’d ever had to experience. Every little sound was magnified, so when he heard the sharp bang, he was instantly wide awake and ready.

I’m sure that was someone apparating, but…

Apparition only meant one thing, though: a wizard was in their midst.

Creeping forward, Remus peered into the darkness beyond the mouth of the cave. He could see Greyback, talking with a man in a lime green bowler hat. Remus instinctively stiffened.

Fudge? That means…oh no!

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... I don't even know. original fic, not too good I'm afraid and... yeah. I think there's a lot in my head. that's the kind of crap that comes out when I'm really stressed about something.

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thanks to pandoraculpa, I have actually written something today. O.O

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With the word being ( thisCollapse ), how could I resist?

Title: Untitled
Rating: G
Fandom: Harry Potter
SHIP: Remus/Tonks

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eh, finally, something I don't feel is complete crap, even if it's... oh well, whatever. at least I'm writing again.

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... it's ironic that at one of the more stable and happy moments of my life, I end up writing about graveyards. oi. just something I've spewed out after, like, a month of not being able to write. weird. and no idea why I've titled it as such, but in my head it seems to fit.

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And... it's not done. WOE. But it's in parts, actually, and the first part is done, so at least I'll post that one. beware the sucketh.

Title: This Crumbling World (Pt 1)
Rating: G
SHIPs: Gee, this is a REMUS/TONKS ficathon...
Other Main Characters: Molly Weasley
A/N: For chesnutella, who requested: I'd love to see a HBP timeline version of Remus and Tonk's rocky relationship from the point of view of Molly Weasley. I'm working on the next few pieces (I have time now, since the mid-sem break's coming up) but needed to post this before the final deadline. watch out for the rest, hopefully coming soon. Much thanks goes to my loffly beta, pandoraculpa who is mahvellous and should be given enough cookies and Elliott Smith to last a lifetime. Seriously, thank her for making it not suck as badly as it would have. and now...

on to the fic!

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argh. whatever. apparently one RL person likes it, which is a relief, but it's not completely edited. this is version two... neatened up the stanzas to make them regular, rewrote some of the second one etc etc. It will change, probably.

so, comments are more than welcome on this one. sheesh, I never thought I'd reach a level where I'd be writing on request, but it is a bit heartening to actually be asked to write a certain thing. even if I almost beat myself up doing it. and I still don't like it >.<


No Other Way-

Her eyes are midnight resignation,
Her face is hollow despair.
Her body curves, concave under her rags,
Wasted arms shaking as they reach out
To take the rich hand of destruction.

Is there no other way?

Palm to greedy palm, blistered skin on metal.
Her childhood bleeds under the dim streetlight.
Dull coins clink and clatter on concrete,
Scattered, the soundtrack to a body’s barter,
Her soul silenced by the need to survive.

Is there no other way?

There is no dignity, but she has no choice.
She must. She must put aside her pride,
Lower her eyes to hide her naked shame.
She chokes on the ghost of a dead dream,
And sells off her innocence to buy bread.

‘There is no other way.’

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Well. uhm. I wrote this a little while ago, and meant to give it to the lovely Andrea on her birthday on the 16th of July. short version: I had no internet, and when I did I felt like crap, so... I'm only posting this now. Happy belated birthday, my lovely Dea, and I know this does not do any sort of justice to expressing what you mean to me, but... yeah. Please accept it as a token of how much I value our friendship.

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Title: Denial
Rating: PG
SHIPs: Regulus/Lily (unrequited), brief mention of early Lily/James
Summary:He denied anything beyond vague curiosity to know what she might do if he ever tried to confront her. He denied everything, like the good little pureblood he was, because that was what he was supposed to do.
Notes: Originally written as a short ficlet for ronniekinns's prompt and now expanded.

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Inspired by a certain picture of Rufus Wainwright in a library/study kind of setting... banner coming soon.

Title: Once Upon A Time
Rating: PG-13
SHIPs: Regulus/Bellatrix
Summary: Regulus loved reading fairy tales as a child. But the books tell a different kind of story now.

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My god, I've not written poetry in ages, huh.

Title: epiphany
Genre: original poetry


epiphany-

she breathes in
the midnight realisation.
eureka! an answer!

in the mess of magazines
and slippered socks,

she finds the final step,
somewhere between here
and the aftermath.

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bleargh. can't seem to write. Oh well, at least I got something for this. haven't done a fifteen minute ficlet in forever.

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... I began doing a small self-set exercise on metaphors, and this fic came out. creepy, and yeah. scary.

Title: The Flowers in Your Garden
Rating: PG
Characters: Remus Lupin, mentions of various other characters, implicit and explicit.
Summary: '... the stains of your toils in the garden can be easily washed away. A quick charm, a little water and soap, and everything is as good as new. It’s harder to get rid of the marks on your soul, though.'

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