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21 Mar 2018






"...revenge never worries my heart, degredation never too deeply disgusts me. I live in calm, looking towards the end." - Charolette Bronte


 


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An Honest Love New! by Chelts-rhj

Rated: Mature Audiences • 0 Reviews
Summary:

I miss you, Alastor.      


Hollow New! by Chelts-rhj

Rated: Mature Audiences • 0 Reviews
Summary:

Tragedy strikes even the most optimistic and worthy.    


The Brothers Three New! by Chelts-rhj

Rated: Mature Audiences • 0 Reviews
Summary:

 Antioch, guilty of wrath, gluttony, and lust.

Cadmus, plagued by envy, sloth, and greed.

Ignotus, host to pride. 

And Death. The impartial judge of man.


To the Very End New! by Chelts-rhj

Rated: All Audiences • 0 Reviews
Summary:

George and Lee spend their golden days as most bad boys do; plotting away in a retirement home.


Jigsaw Memory New! by Chelts-rhj

Rated: All Audiences • 0 Reviews
Summary:

There’s a wrinkle in my brow that doesn’t seem to go away, instead it sags under the weight of ponderous reflections... for a moment I am a stranger in my own skin as I try and fit together the pieces of my jigsaw memory. 

 

 


Stand Tall New! by Chelts-rhj

Rated: All Audiences • 5 Reviews Feature
Summary:

Lovely banner by abhorsen. @ TDA

Alba Williamson is a cross-word loving Ravenclaw in her seventh year at Hogwarts. Pity is her nemisis, and pride is her guiding light. Determined to keep her head up through thick and thin, she struggles with the challenges of cerebral palsy. Though her best friend James helps as much as he can, things are sure to change with the Triwizard Tournament right around the corner.


Lucky Penny by Chelts-rhj

Rated: All Audiences • 1 Reviews starstarstarstarstar
Summary:

She fades. There's no other way to explain it. Most witches would disappeared with a crack, purpose moving them from one place to another, but not Penny. She is fog on a mirror, slowly fading until there is nothing left but a memory to prove she's ever existed at all. Oh and the ice cream. I stare at the little puddle of bright yellow; the only evidence it isn’t all in my head.

Beautiful banner by just.a.waterfall @ TDA