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|Friday, October 1st, 2004|
Dream to Delirium.
Hi, I'm new - a Sandman fan, Delirium especially. So here's my little bit: Sandman writes to console the youngest of the Endless.
To My Youngest Sister.
I am troubled by writing to you, Delirium. Not only do I feel you to be unready for the news I am about to divulge, I also think there are betters ways by which you might learn it. But no other amoung us will help me pass this burden.
I am dead, Sister. And before you attempt to contradict me, see that: while dreams in the world of mortals do indeed continue, they no longer bear my marks; that they are touched by another. Look also to the space in which I could previously be found, you will feel a cold echoing emptiness, for I no longer reside there. I am as Capax became: do you remember him, Sister? He is as I am: he is no more.
Do not search for me, as you searched for our Brother Destruction. You cannot seek me out as we sought him. And do not think my death to be like that of our Sister Death, for she did not claim me as she does mortals. I am no more – I am more then dead. I am gone. And there is another on my throne.
I told you once that you entertained me, did I not? I retract that statement Sister; I re-phrase it. I am not merely entertained by you. I love you. And I always have, though in all the Millennia I have never told you. Perhaps that is the true purpose to this letter. Perhaps that is all you really ever need know. By the first circle I swear it, I always will. Dearest Delirium - So long as mortals dream – I will love you.
Farewell - remember what words are written here.
Feedback would be appreciated, thanks.
(I'm Sorry to people who have Macs, as the font wont show up. Try and >enjoy< anyway. ^_^ ♥) Current Mood: creative
|Friday, August 13th, 2004|
The following is a somewhat ascerbically toned letter from Arthur Weasley to his wife moments before his (self-inflicted) demise. I realize that he may seem TOTALLY OOC to those of you who read my humble little offering made here, but I thought (at the time of writing) that it would be really interesting to speculate as to what this seemingly mild-mannered man would have to say if, one day, he just finally snapped....
Un-beta'd, so any and all mistakes are mine...hope it gives you a bit of a sardonic giggle...
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing.( Arthur's/Letter/To/MollyCollapse )
Though I had originally intended for the above letter to be a one-shot (no pun intended), the idea to write a follow-up letter from Molly's POV was put into my head by several individuals who left comments on my own LJ. I hope that those of you who read it here may find Molly's letter to be a satisfactory response to Arthur's.( Molly's/Letter/To/ArthurCollapse )
Thanks Again--hope you enjoyed!
|Tuesday, October 28th, 2003|
reck yourself fool
after school, the handle on the driver side door of my car broke so i had to break into it well aftwards i was taking a left turn and i must had turned too sharp and i spun around b/c it's rainy here and i recked into a propain truck
too bad it didn't blow up huh!
all i left with was a bruse so i'm alright
i need a vacation from all the bullshit i do believe
sweet sweet dreams
~*luna*~ Current Mood: refreshed
|Tuesday, September 30th, 2003|
Hermione Granger to Draco Malfoy
I have become aware that I am destined to be dead, and done so by your wand. No studying, memorizing, or learning of spells could get me out of this. I know this is my fate, I saw it during Crystal ball gazing and Astronomy. Even during Charms I felt my fate when my wand broke in half and my Cheering charm worked backwards, causing everyone in the room to cry. In Transfiguration, my birch owl died, after I attempted to transfigure her into a pot of gold. She froze, and fell over stiff. Ron even poked it with his wand, and it did not move. Laster ont he day, I accused Pansy of poisoning my lunch and making a curse to make my hair fall out. But now I know it wasn't her, it was you
. Ron thinks i'm crazy for thinking this, but I have dreamed over and over again of you coming at me, or sometimes a snake, or you as a snake. You will stop at no end to see me dead. You fear me, as a muggle-born, just as I fear you as a pure-blood. rest assure, you may kill my yound 14 year old body, perhaps during potions class, perhaps during Quiddatch, but rest assure you will go down in the end, just all the supporters of Voldermont! Ron will avenge my death! I will come back as a ghost and haunt Slytherine forever!
I hate you,
(cursive writing of Hermione Granger's Signature) Current Mood: angry
|Friday, June 13th, 2003|
To Harry Potter
(This amuses me. Harry's gonna kill him, so Voldy sits down and writes a letter to him.)
I have had my war and lost. It is not you who have won, however. Perhaps the world has won. Perhaps no one.
My Death Eaters may be taken to Azkaban, now, and what you call suitable guards will watch over them day and night until their deaths. What will this accomplish? Will you have brought world peace, Harry Potter? Will anyone see what you have done?
There will be another Dark Lord following me, and although you will be remembered in legend, do you think that I will be forgotten? My spirit may linger and haunt you for years. Now you are a murderer - a murderer of a murderer, true, but you have killed and blood is on your hands. Will you be glad to imagine my followers rotting in death in your prison? Will that satisfy you? You and your friends and these people who you call your own saw this path for you, this path to kill me. I wonder what other paths might have been. You could have been in Slytherin, Harry Potter, and perhaps this would have turned out the same. Now that you know the truth about your parents, now that your mentors are gone and your school is gone, what will you do? Will you rebuild Hogwarts from the ashes, raising a new and better school? Will there be students who will come to your Hogwarts to learn on the foundation of what the Dark Lord destroyed?
Know only this, my killer. Know that there will be another. Know that peace is not upon you. You cannot live in peace. Know that there may always be a betrayer in your midst. Not all of my followers were known, and you are a fool if you think they are. Walk lightly, Harry Potter, because our fight will haunt you for years. It will never be over for you.
(signed with the Dark Mark scrawled in black blood) Current Mood: cold