The man I have chosen as my eccentric figure is my uncle. My uncle is very, very intelligent. He gained a double first (which have since been phased out) in Tudor History at Balliol College, Oxford, and has a doctorate in history.
He is thin, of average height and wears glasses - the stereotypical image of a professor. He mostly wears second-hand clothes that he has obtained from dead people (most of his friends are older than him, therefore they die quicker) and I believe he is moderately well off, not that he would ever tell anyone though. He still lives at home with my grandparents, under the claim that they 'need him'. As a child, h
The tall, imposing headmistress, who had introduced herself in a simpering voice as Mrs Belton, swaggered ahead of me, pointing out all the school's facilities.
"This is our art room, as you can see, it's well-stocked."
I moved to the door to take a look, before realising that Mrs Belton had already swept on, talking to the air, oblivious to the fact that no one was actually there. I ran to catch up with her long strides.
"Which class are we going to see now?" I asked.
"5B. They're currently having an English lesson."
The sound of scraping chairs greeted me as I entered the classroom. A group of around twenty eleven year-olds stood be
Heaven pushed the yellow/grey sludge around her plate.
"I can't eat this, I mean, is this even food?"
Crash smiled, "That's what the guy on the freeze-dried counter said."
"There's a freeze-dried counter?" Heaven asked incredulously.
"At the 'Grub for under a dollar' store there is"
Heaven stood up "Okay, I officially cannot eat this, you?" she held her hand out for his plate.
"Yep, me neither."
She dumped the dishes in the sink.
"Crash, I need to ask you something."
"What?"
"Um, It's about my father, he's, er, well he's in a mental hospital and recently he's got worse, and I want to see him. And, and I don't want to go alone." she
To whom it may concern,
It was October, I don't recall the date, when I killed Danvers Carew. I was advancing down a lane, close to midnight, when I saw him. I remember, I had that cane with me, the one the lawyer, Mr. Utterson had given Dr. Jekyll as a gift. It was a beautiful cane, heavy and made of tough, solid wood.
As Carew drew closer to me, I saw a flash of hatred dance across his eyes. It was a familiar expression for me, for I saw it often, on the faces of people. Everyone, young, old and otherwise, were disgusted by the mere sight of me and he was no exception. But he was polite sort of man, and bowed his head slightly to me
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. At all.
Chapter Two: Caught.
Two weeks had past and Hermione was back in the Death Eater Headquarters. She was taking a tray of tea and biscuits into a special meeting of Death Eaters. This was it, she could just feel. She would find something huge out tonight. She stopped in front of the door, and rapped sharply on it.
"I've got some food here, would you like me to bring it in?" she asked fervently hoping they would.
"Yes, bring it in and serve it to us." came the reply.
She turned the handle and came in. In the room were a small number of men, Rookwood, Avery, Crabbe, Goyle... and Draco Malfoy. Hermi
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry or any of his friends. Go figure.
First Chapter: Insomnia.
Harry Potter was dreaming, he did that alot these days. He dreamt of many things, but this was the most frequent, and most upsetting of them. In this one he was standing in an endless void, darkness as far as the eye could see. The only break in that darkness was a shock of red directly in front of him. It was a woman, her back to him, her long red hair tied back into a neat bun. Harry tried to walk forward but found he couldn't, as he did every time. He held his hand out, trying to reach out to her, but every time he did, she seemed to be further away.
"and it's a real vintage, so what do you think?"the man's greasy head turned towards the young woman before him.
"Well........." the womans backed up a couple of paces (his smell was quite over-powering)
"Yeah, i guess so"
"You won't find a better deal this side of the quadrant!"
"No, probably not..............ok i'll take it."
"You've made the right choice, little lady, right this way"
The man indicates for her to go over to the cash desk.
"i'll need your full name"
"Anara Strange"
"Strange?"
"Yeah"
"Strange name. haha, get it, get it, Strange???!!!!"
"Yeah i get it"
After what seemed like an age , the greasy man finished the
"Does not compute, please restate your inquiry"
"YES!"
Anara punched the air.
"Computer please get us the hell out of here"
"Passcode please"
"errrrrr"
Much rifling through papers ensues.
"Here we go, AS3X2995"
"Thankyou Captain"
Five days later, Anara arrives at the Ennerian Space Station.
"Look, all I want is some fuel" Anara sighs irritably
"Lady, i got ten kids at home, ten, how do you think it is for me, huh? Daddy can i have this, daddy can i have that, so i'm sorry i'm not giving it away and another thing..........."
"Okay, okay, fifty narans it is"
Anara wanders through the Market Place, everything you could ever want (an
"Do i have to do this?" Xzia head popped up from behind one of the maintenance stations
"Yes, you do"
"But it's all icky and oily" Xzia held her hands up to illustrate her point
"Well, too bad, if hadn't broken into the ship then............."
"Yeah, Yeah, broken record much?"
It had turned out that Xzia knew quite a bit about ships maintenance, pesuading her to do it though, was another matter.
"So, what's your deal, drifting around space on this clapped out old ship?" Xzia glanced slyly at Anara
"That's really none of your business"
"Oh come on, it's as boring as hell out here, i need abit of gossip!"
"Leave it"
The planet of the
Tagged by !randomfancy (https://www.deviantart.com/randomfancy), now I must reveal 20 random facts about myself.
1. The first thing I do when I get the TV guide is flick to next Saturday's listings. Like something will be on. :)
2. I have never been kissed.
3. I'm set in my ways, I'll eat the same thing for weeks before having a change.
4. My first crush was on Neil Buchanan (sic?) from Art Attack. UK readers will cringe at that. :P
5. I was born in Crawley.
6. Stargate is my One True Fandom. Like you didn't know. :)
7. I like banana and fudge muffins.
8. I am addicted to blogging. :)
9. I am doing well in English.
10. I love Christmas.
11. I'm running
{DESCRIBE YOUR}
[Wallet]: Black and Red Emily Strange purse that says 'change comes from within'
[Hairbrush]: Narrow and Black
[Jewelry worn daily]:Don't really wear jewellery alot, but the one's I wear most are a big silver locket, a chain with a tiny tiger on it and chain with a an egg that opens up and has a pekinese dog inside (not real, obviously) from China
[Coffee cup]:Don't drink coffee. I have a large beer mug for water, though
[Shoes]: Pink and black vans sneakers that are completely overed in mud
[Favorite pants]: my dark blue jeans, that i hemmed myself (they were too long)
[CD in stereo right now]: n/a
[piercings]: none
I'm almost up to 200 pageviews and i still don't know how to work who gets the 200th pageview! Is it listed somewhere? I'd defo draw a pic for whoever does get it xD
so, how are you doing? how is everything?
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But if we are the Body
Why aren't His arms reaching
Why aren't His hands healing
Why aren't His words teaching
And if we are the Body
Why aren't His feet going
Why is His love not showing them there is a way
Jesus paid much too high a price
For us to pick and choose who should come
And we are the Body of Christ
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