thriller
Avoiding Water. Content Warning.
The river beneath us is quiet and rolling. Looking out onto the vast, shimmering waters, my instincts beg me to crouch down. For I have an odd impulse to throw my precious belongings into the peaceful water below. I am on a bridge with Seth, my fiance, who chuckles at me. He knows what I'm thinking.
By Jennifer L Osborneabout a year ago in Fiction
Half-Blood Royalty | Severus Snapes' Daughter & Harry Potter's Younger Sister
This story, although associated with Harry Potter (I don't own the story or characters whatsoever - this is strictly just a fanfiction. I originally got this idea through the idea of "shifting" and decided to write out scenes in book form on Wattpad.), will not play a part with the canon universe of the books or movies. This story is indeed a fanfiction where Lily and Severus had a friendship/relationship that wasn't severed due to that day at Hogwarts when Severus called Lily a mudblood (in this "universe", although The Marauders and Severus still don't get along whatsoever, that moment never occured - it's my fanfiction, it's how I made this story made sense). Another thing about this fanfiction/non-canon storyline is that all children of deatheaters automatically get the "dark mark" at the age of fifteen. No matter what. I know it's not exactly how it went down in the books, but I just felt like it'd be the perfect way for Voldemort to keep growing his army... because obviously why would the villain rely on getting people to join him when he can simply use a little trick of his wand and automatically get the children of his followers to immediately be a part of his alliance. Plus, this theory fits so well to why he always had the same families in his pocket and I kind of don't hate this "headcanon/theory" at all.
By 'Lissa Stufflestreetabout a year ago in Fiction
{The 1 experience of (dinner) in "haunted place" with family }
**The Haunted Dinner: A Family's Night to Remember** It was a crisp autumn evening when our family gathered at the old Victorian mansion on the outskirts of town. The house, once the grand estate of a wealthy merchant, had been abandoned for decades, its windows boarded up, and its garden overgrown. The place was notorious for its haunted reputation, with locals whispering about strange noises, flickering lights, and ghostly apparitions. Despite the rumors, my aunt insisted we spend a night there for a family reunion dinner. She claimed it would be an unforgettable experience, one that would bring us all closer together.
By Karl Nicken about a year ago in Fiction
The Search For Andromeda
Chapter One: Echoes of a Forgotten Galaxy In the year 2457, Earth had become a husk of its former self—a planet of metal and glass, suffocated by the relentless advance of technology. The sky was perpetually overcast with the smog of progress, and the oceans were nothing more than lifeless, acidic puddles. The stars, once a source of wonder, had become forgotten relics of a distant past.
By Emmanuel Oyewaleabout a year ago in Fiction
Falling for Him
The sun had fallen behind the clouds now; leaving a gorgeous red-orange color in its place as it slowly disappeared out of sight. The ocean waves were crashing for miles ahead, growing bigger as the wind slowly picked up the closer we were heading towards nightfall. My father had told us of the storm that was supposed to brew up by nightfall, but Jeremy insisted that tonight just had to be the night we both took a late-night boat ride through the ocean. Something 'bout how he wasn't sure when we'd ever find an opportunity as perfect as tonight. All my best friends told me over and over that I should get myself prepared and pampered in preparation for this boat trip... a small part of me was hoping they had a good hunch. It has been about three years... a good hunch is as good as any.
By 'Lissa Stufflestreetabout a year ago in Fiction
Harnessing the Power of the Inner Voice
The constant hum of chatter is one of the significant challenges we face as a species. Research indicates that we spend between one-third and one-half of our waking hours not living in the present. During these periods, we’re often talking to ourselves, using our inner voice to reflect silently on our lives. This inner voice, while generally a beneficial tool, has a darker side. When we turn inward to solve our problems, we sometimes get trapped in cycles of rumination, worry, and catastrophic thinking. This phenomenon transforms a powerful tool into a curse, impeding our ability to find solutions.
By cathynli namuliabout a year ago in Fiction
