Author: Elliot
Title: Touch
Rating: R, for when the mood strikes me to make it interesting
Disclaimer: do you really think I own these characters? Anyone unfamiliar is either mine or something you've forgotten
Warning: Content may be considered stupid and sarcastic; viewers who have an opinion that objects that should not read the following.
I've not read book five, and I've enjoyed the fan fictions on books one through four, so, lets not spoil anything and just pretend book five still isn't out yet, shall we? Good.
This is not my first fan fiction; however, my other stories were taken off along with my pen name due to some moronic people who cannot accept stupid mindless stories made solely for my amusement.
I will not give you my pen name in case you didn't like my other stories (if you read them, of course), and think the rest will be the same. This way I can get more people to read and hopefully review, and to be unfair to the readers. But you know what? I don't really care.
-Elliot, bringing you tidings of sarcasm to every which where
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Chapter one: Alone
December 3, 2002 Celebrity's log
I have everything.
I'm rich, I'm famous, and I'm a world-fucking-wide super hero for the wizarding world. Hell, even for the muggle world.
I had an enemy, whom I defeated. He was the evil and I was the good, and as it all does, good conquers.
I'm gorgeous, I have women and men who want to get into my pants.
I have friends who would die for me, and they know I would do the same.
People love me.
I have everything. And still it's not enough.. everything just isn't enough. God, I sound so unbelievably selfish.
I'm alone, there's no one there who makes me feel anything, someone who always gives me a jolt whenever I touch them. I want to touch someone, I want to know that someone loves me, someone needs me. I want to know that someone can't live without me, without my kiss, without my breath.
I want to feel something other than alone.
I hate loneliness; I hate that feeling that no one's there. For me loneliness is having someone lying in the bed next to me, and knowing it's not perfect. Feeling nothing in a kiss, having sex and it only be sex for sex, not a longing for someone you need, you crave, you love, perhaps.
Maybe there's nothing out there for me, maybe I've had my go at life and I've been forbidden a happy future.
Maybe.
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I figured I'd be lazy and do a prologue in the form of a journal entry. And if you can't figure out that it was Harry writing the entry because I didn't write the name, well, then, you're a moron.
There should be more very soon. Chances are I'll get bored.
Title: Touch
Rating: R, for when the mood strikes me to make it interesting
Disclaimer: do you really think I own these characters? Anyone unfamiliar is either mine or something you've forgotten
Warning: Content may be considered stupid and sarcastic; viewers who have an opinion that objects that should not read the following.
I've not read book five, and I've enjoyed the fan fictions on books one through four, so, lets not spoil anything and just pretend book five still isn't out yet, shall we? Good.
This is not my first fan fiction; however, my other stories were taken off along with my pen name due to some moronic people who cannot accept stupid mindless stories made solely for my amusement.
I will not give you my pen name in case you didn't like my other stories (if you read them, of course), and think the rest will be the same. This way I can get more people to read and hopefully review, and to be unfair to the readers. But you know what? I don't really care.
-Elliot, bringing you tidings of sarcasm to every which where
********
Chapter one: Alone
December 3, 2002 Celebrity's log
I have everything.
I'm rich, I'm famous, and I'm a world-fucking-wide super hero for the wizarding world. Hell, even for the muggle world.
I had an enemy, whom I defeated. He was the evil and I was the good, and as it all does, good conquers.
I'm gorgeous, I have women and men who want to get into my pants.
I have friends who would die for me, and they know I would do the same.
People love me.
I have everything. And still it's not enough.. everything just isn't enough. God, I sound so unbelievably selfish.
I'm alone, there's no one there who makes me feel anything, someone who always gives me a jolt whenever I touch them. I want to touch someone, I want to know that someone loves me, someone needs me. I want to know that someone can't live without me, without my kiss, without my breath.
I want to feel something other than alone.
I hate loneliness; I hate that feeling that no one's there. For me loneliness is having someone lying in the bed next to me, and knowing it's not perfect. Feeling nothing in a kiss, having sex and it only be sex for sex, not a longing for someone you need, you crave, you love, perhaps.
Maybe there's nothing out there for me, maybe I've had my go at life and I've been forbidden a happy future.
Maybe.
********
I figured I'd be lazy and do a prologue in the form of a journal entry. And if you can't figure out that it was Harry writing the entry because I didn't write the name, well, then, you're a moron.
There should be more very soon. Chances are I'll get bored.