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Snape's Final Time With Lily"Eight minutes," muttered Snape to himself. "I only have eight minutes to see her."
He was back in Spinner's End, in the grey gloom of the house where he grew up, five blocks away from where Lily Evans lived. But tomorrow, she would be Lily Potter.
Snape burst out of his house, running down the familiar streets of his childhood. They had not spoken to each other since they were both fifteen, but childhood instinct guided him to where Lily would be tonight. It was where she thirstily drank his knowledge of wands and dementors and wanted to learn more about her magical abilities. It was where they had spent long summer days together, leaning against each other's shoulders in the cool emerald shade of the trees as they watched the sun glisten upon the sapphire river. It was where, at age thirteen, she confided that if she were ever to be married, she would want to stand here alone the night before her wedding, dressed in her wedding gown. His heart was no master of Occlumens; its thumping
As I was walking through the village, heading towards Ichiraku, I saw something shining in an alleyway. Being the curious boy I am, I quickly went over to it. When I was close enough, I could see it was some kind of clock. I wonder if someone dropped it? I thought to myself. I picked it up and noticed a strange card tied to it. The person who has found this magical clock has been given the opportunity to "Turn Back the Wheel of Time", but beware, for it is for only 8 minuets. No more and no less. The first thing that popped into my head was that this was some kind of trick. "Okay, what stupid kid left this out thinking I was going to fall for it? Konohamaru, is it you?" I yelled out, but the alleyway stayed silent and empty. I look back at the clock, feeling depressed thinking about the time I wish I could go back to. Suddenly, the clock shined brightly and I was blinded. I wouldn't see anything but white all around me. N
In Eight Minutes I Could...In Eight Minutes, I Could...
"Stupid Urahara.." Rukia muttered, "I wish for once I could go into that store without having to return something," she had had to go to that stupid man's stupid shop to return a stupid box of somafixers she bought and, luckily before taking them, discovered he had given her the wrong packege! Now she came home with a replacement box and a fully-charged phone, free of charge... "I'm just WAITING for this rip-off to break..." she muttered as she glared at the plastic bag in her hand, that man was honestly so suspecious sometimes... and he always did something sneaky behind her back...
"I'm home!" Rukia shouted as she walked in through the door and kicked her shoes off, "Ichigo? You here?!" "I'm in the shower!" she heard back, she sighed and nodded slowly, heading upstairs and walking into his bedroom, "That stupid merchant better not have done anything weird..." she muttered as she dumped the little bag out on the bed, being surprised to find that in with th
An Ever-fixed Mark
Eight minutes. He had eight minutes. He stared at the miraculous clock. One last chance to see her, her beautiful face. His heart pounded in time with his head: Hurry, hurry, hurry. One more turn, and he can turn back time, to apologize, to amend. One more turn, and he can---
She would be alive again.
--see her eyes, full and alive. The long-hidden dreams, steeped deeply within his soul, rose once more.
Severus brushed by the students, so preoccupied with this one thought that he forgot even to snarl. In the faint back of his mind, he realized that the Carrows were yelling at him. And then he was in front of the Gryffindor entrance. He stepped forward
--right into Minerva. "WHAT do you think you are doing?" she hissed," Out for fresh meat, aren't you, you slimy COWARD!"
The word rang in his mind, and his eyes finally noticed Minerva. Her hair was a wild mess, and her face screwed in anger. And Minerva's eyes burned a fiery light, just like her's. Seve
Rockman: Skimming Through Time"..." Quint knew that he shouldn't have held off looking in the attic. Good Light, the place was a mess. Sometimes, he wondered what Michelle, the old woman that had been the previous owner of the shop, had been up to beforehand. "Ugh. Time to clean." The dust in the attic caused the old robot to sneeze a few times as it clogged his filtration system.
"Most of this stuff is just pure junk, anyways." The green-clothed robot sighed, taking his hat off and smacking it a few times to clean it. This only caused more dust to lodge in his system, making him cough this time. "There's got to be something in this box worth selling - hm?" He squinted, wiping his glasses off on his jacket.
He supposed he shouldn't have been surprised to see it in a fortune-telling shop of all things, but it still startled him. "A pocketwatch? I thought these things were ancient." Quint picked the watch up, studying it a few times. It was fairly old-fashioned, with a stopper on the top to set the time. W
Time StopperI had woken up in the dead of night, lying on one of the many lab tables in Dr. Wily's lab, as though a flash of something had flickered through my mind like a precious flash of time. Time that I would never get back again. I remember the dream I had woken up from; it's the same dream I've had for years, ever since my defeat at the hands of Mega Man. I'm staring down the barrel of the Mega Buster, my eyes pinned, my body locked in place as though the Time Stopper were stopping me instead, pleading for my life. Mercy comes in the form of a plasma shot, a gentle blow compared to the blades that the boy in blue used to rip me limb from limb.
I sat up slowly, glancing around the room. There was no one there, even though I swore it felt like someone had just been here. Everything looked the same as it always did. That was, except for a small clock that rested next to me. It was a blue rimmed clock with a
AmberPower, absolute power.
Have perceived the extent of my potential, have defeated many a foe, and have far surpassed my inferior brethren. Yet, I feel nothing. Atop a throne of fire and rusted metal, the remnants of my home, I stand. Perplexed.
Is this what I was meant to accomplish?
Is this my... purpose?When all is said and done, in accomplishing everything, I have accomplished nothing. In my perfection, I am missing something, but what? Has it any meaning? My powers, my intellect, my birth?
I...The day of my awakening was not the day I came into being. What it not merely a dream? A figment of my imagination? No, there must be something more to this.
Of course, it's coming back to me!
The day of by birth, my true birth.
Something...Shifting through the broken steel, I searched, hoping that what was able to put me into existence could also put back what I had lost. For days on end I continued, frustrated that the mind of one who has conque
Last WishThe sun...? But I thought the sky was so cloudy... Thought a young boy, clad in winter clothing.
An endless expanse of blue stretched across the heavens, with not a single puff in it. Flowers dotted the fields that lay ahead of him. It all seemed like a dream to him... and yet, he felt cold. It was a chill from within his body, and despite the scarf he wore, the boots, the leggings, the shirt, everything on him, he was bitten by ice. Hopefully, the temperate environment would defrost him. The boy soon diverted his direction to the rusted pocket watch that he discovered in the snow earlier. The hour's hand was set at noon, while the minute's hand was a few spaces above the two mark. Altogether it read eight minutes. But what caught this child's sapphire eyes was the seconds' hand- it was ticking backward. A flaw?
"Hey, Chocobo, did you like the Greens?" rang a girl's voice.
"Kweh!" came the response.
Raffaello froze in his tracks. "Why... it sounds familiar..." As he stepped forw
Yes, I love cartoonsHe stared blankly at that mysterious tool of unfathomable power. The chance to turn back time... at the same time, a great opportunity and a potential threat. "One-time only", the instructions said, which made him feel quite relieved, as there wasn't going to be any sequel to what he was about to do, and was now more than ever sure of wanting to do: a travel to the past.
But what about his current life and friends? The brief, next-to-runic paragraph written in old, no longer used Gothic characters only specified how to turn the clock to get the wanted date in the past. There was no indication regarding what would have been of him after that. He'd have gone back to that one time for eight minutes, maybe, providing it was no prank; and then? Was there any guarantee he'd have come back to the present after that?
Not in the least. It was all a challenge, all about risk and the power of curiosity to overcome human fear. He took a deep breath, exhaled, then placed his skinny fingers on the e
on old sanzu - absolutely true fictionlast fall i stole my friend down by the tama river. we sang. we danced. we skipped dead fish like rocks and watched them get swallowed by the undertow. we got sick off of bad chinese food and went skinny-dipping and then a week later she drowned herself.
her uncle was a yakuza, i think, but he really just wanted to be al pacino or something. anyway, she loved him a lot. maybe that’s why she went down the way she went down; cement shoes. not real cement, but it was the same idea. she had two cloth bags with yellow-painted cinderblocks inside, and they were tied to her ankles like the prisoners’ chains from o brother where art thou.
in my mind’s eye i can see her, limping dreadfully close to the edge of the current, her left hand gripping at her breasts through a loose t-shirt. kneeling by the wastelands, elbows in the gravel, crawling forward out into the water. angry like a dermis under wool, all teeth and salt and sand. sleepy, submissive, sublimated.
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