![]() Author has written 1 story for Harry Potter. Uh, Hey! I'm new to this sight at the moment, but I have a lot on Quizilla, under the name XxMischiefxManagedxX, if you want to check it out, I will eventually get stuff out on here, maybe I'll have a scout around and see if I can find out anything that people seem to like to read on here ;) Name: Ellie Age: 15, though I have been mistaken for about three years younger Likes: Music (anything, 'cept Rap or... Chav?), reading, writing, holidays, sleeping, running, swimming, baseball, ice hockey, my friends, the rain and the snow Dislikes: Most of the people in my school year, arrogance, being told what to do, the sun, enclosed spaces. Favourite Bands/Artists: Favourite Films: Favourite Books: Favourite Quotes: "Guess what? Everyone hates me. But you can't deny: we were bad ass!" "Oh, the sound of rolling dice to me is music in the air, 'cause I'm a gambling Boogie Man, although I don't play fair. It's much more fun, I must confess, with lives on the line. Not mine, of course, but yours, old boy, now, that'll be just fine." Billie Joe Armstrong: "Alright, well, thanks for coming. We've been playing for three and a half hours, now we'd like just a minute of your time to say something about the environment." "I vill now destroy de snickuhs bahrs!" "You…are…a…fridge…with…wings. We’re…freaking…ballet…dancers." "I meant what I said and I said what I meant, an elephants faithful 100%" "In my world, everyone's a pony, and they all eat rainbows, and poop butterflies!!" And in that line now was a whiskered old man, with a linen cap and a crooked nose, who waited in a place called the Stardust Band Shell to share his part of the secret of heaven: that each affects the other and the other affects the next, and the world is full of stories, but the stories are all one. "Katherine." "How to commit the perfect murder was an old game in heaven. I always chose the icicle: the weapon melts away." "There's no need to call me sir Professor." Dear God, make me a bird. So I could fly far. Far, far away from here. "Wanna know how I got these scars? My father was... a drinker. And a fiend. And one night, he goes off crazier than usual. Mommy gets the kitchen knife to defend herself. He doesn't like that. Not-one-bit. So - me watching - he takes the knife to her, laughing while he does it! Turns to me, and he says, "Why so serious, son?" Comes at me with the knife... "Why so serious?" He sticks the blade in my mouth... "Lets put a smile on that face!" And... Why so serious?" "Beans are evil… Bad, bad beans." "Alright, you either die the hero, or live long enough to see yourself become the villian." "Don't talk to me." "We did it, we bashed them, wee Potter's the one, and Voldy's gone mouldy, so now let's have fun!" "For instance, this new idea that You-Know-Who can kill with a single glance from his eyes eyes. That's a Basilisk, listeners. One simple test, check whether the thing that's glaring at you has got legs. If it has, it's safe to look into it's eyes, although if it really is You-Know-Who, that's likely to be the last thing you ever do." John closed his eyes and frowned with concentration. I expected now-I-lay-me-down-to-sleep, or maybe a garbled version of the Lord's prayer, but I got neither; I had never heard what he came out with before, and have never heard it again, not that either the sentiments or expressions were particularly unusual. Holding his hands up in front of his closed eyes, John Coffey said; "Baby Jesus, meek and mild, pray for me, an orphan child. Be my strength, be my friend, be with me until the end. Amen." He opened his eyes, started to get up, then looked at me closely. "You remind me of the Babe." "My given name is Benjamin Buford Blue, but people call me Bubba. Just like one of them ol' redneck boys. Can you believe that?" You haven't got a letter on yours," George observed. "I suppose she thinks you don't forget your name. But we're not stupid - we know we're called Gred and Forge." "Don't, Ginny, we'll send you loads of owls." "Don't mistake the fact we haven't set you on fire in your sleep, for trust." |
Torn Apart