A.N.: Before you start wondering, "What the hell is wrong with this author," let me warn you that I had MAJOR writers block, no clue what to write, and thus decided to try a new cure: find a word in the dictionary and use the word to create a fic, and this word just happened to be incorporeal -- which, FYI, means that it doesn't have form or substance. Hence, this crappy piece. Very, very short. I hope you like it...

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This creature is incorporeal, yet she is so there. So real, so noticeable, so surely...existent. They say you must see to believe, yet this intangible thing is so impossible not to believe.

She is fate. Fate pulls me further, further, I am helpless against her unending grasp. Pulling me deeper and deeper into the web until I am stuck with no way out and Fate smiles in triumph.

She has sent me into slavery. Fate triumphs. Slavery to the cruel creature who shines her cruel facade over those who do not yet know and whose cruel nature is only shown to those who know. Fate's cruel grin spreads wider and I feel myself ready to kill her, to destroy her...yet she is incorporeal. I cannot. No control. She, Fate, is the only one who has control. I have lost, lost, lost, with no hope of winning...an eternal and unending loss.

Fate is a human and I am an ant. Fate can pick me up, crush me if she wishes, put me here or put me there. Total control.

I entered the ocean of life happily, thinking myself in control. Much like a little boy -- and I was a little boy then, after all --- I thought myself to have power of nature, over the ocean Fate. I could overcome, I knew what I was doing. This stupid little body of water was no stronger than I.

How stupid, how innocent, how naive. The tide was small at first. I let it carry me. 'Twas gentle to place myself under the care of this.

Then it swept me away, at first slowly and then faster, faster, faster, faster, faster...

Help help help I scream but no one comes and I am soon trapped forever in the web.

No escape...no escape. I have control over but one thing: not if I live now, but if I choose to die now.

I have but one thing that I can control...one thing and it is slipping, slipping, help me, it is slipping...life spins by fast and we have to take what we can, and I am about to lose the one thing that I can still take hold of.

That is why I die right now.

Their mournful faces pass over me but I do not mind because I am glad. I have finally defeated her, Fate. They mourn but I rejoice, for I have defeated the one who I thought I could not defeat, my enslaver: the incorporeal, intangible, cruel creature called Fate.

Fate and Luna must both proclaim it: "Remus Lupin has won over us."