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 Melandru sat back and enjoyed the feeling of the slightest hint of a breeze blowing across the room, kissing her skin where it showed around the material of her dress.  A dress, which even she had to admit that there was not much of. “Are you going to play or fold?” A voice asked her.  The tone was husky and the eyes that glowed slightly in the deep twilight of the room were lustful. Melandru paused before opening her mouth.  She looked at her cards carefully.  She could win this hand and collect the money, but that wasn't all that she was playing for right now.  She primly folded her cards into a tiny, neat stack, and sighed

Clockwork Whispers Midnight's toll Chapter 1: The thunderous sound of something large and expensive hitting an unforgiving surface and shattering irreparably was very loud to my ears. “Damn!” A womans' vexed voice cried out in anger, “The ghost struck again!” She stated, “They better not take this out of my pay” the voice sounded very young as it whined. “Are you hurt?” an older voice asked quickly, sounding very annoyed. “I'm fine.” The younger voice replied in her whine. “Then don't talk like that in the halls Edith.” The older voice scolded, “Or you'll

The flower, a carnation, looked lovely sitting in the open space across from me at the table.  It didn't really fit the loud rock music, but in my opinion it enhanced the flowers beauty.   Carnations really never meant anything to me, a flower.  That was all.  But Anya likes them.  That's why I got one.  She told me they were more concise than a rose and tended to last longer and be hardier.  I liked them because she did, and my wallet could find no fault with them either. Sitting back into the not too comfortable seat I sucked down another mouthful of my thunder mug of Bud and listened to the music, trying my damnedest to not worry that I

 “No!” Draco yelled with a deep anger that added boom to his words, “I will not save that mudblooded bitch now that she has finally been put where she belon...”  The angered words were barely out of his mouth when the rant was stopped short, Draco's silver eyes dilated in pain and his mouth flapped slackly as he tried to breathe his body dropped boneless to the ground, beads of sweat stood out prominently on his skin as it's color started to turn ashen. “Recant the words,” Snape said with an outward calm, “or die.” The words came out calmly and there was not even the tiniest change to his outward appe

Snape stood in the middle of the empty potions class and reflected on the events of the past couple of hours, it had suddenly grown very quiet after the deafening roar of the battle, and as much as he hated to admit it, it was over, the boy of prophecy had failed, Harry had died at Voldemorts wand end, and that had taken the wind out of the sails of the Order of the Phoenix's sails, some had thought to  escape aperating out of hogwarts and into hiding, but so many of them had not, they had simply fallen when the boy had, and it had not taken much for the Death Eaters to round them up and put the prisoners into the dungeons previously the slyt

“Ms Granger,” McGonagall nodded her head to the first of the two people sitting across the large desk from her, “Mr. Malfoy.” she greeted the second with the same straight face no-nonsense tone, “first let me say, Welcome back to Hogwarts.” “Thank you Mrs. McGonagall,” Hermione replied politely shifting a bit in discomfort, she had arrived back at the school only a few minuets before and most of the students hadn't even arrived yet, she had been apparated from the train on her way to school for this meeting and was now sitting in the headmistress' quarters, and a headmistr

 With a final downward sweeping strike his golden sword that pulsed with purity cleaved through the tough scales at the base of the spine where the sinuous neck met the beautifully monstrous head, the scales parted neatly with an ear-splitting scream of live metal tearing and then the head toppled from the pedestal, it thumped to the ground, landing with a sickening crunch and cratoring the soft ground under it, burning itself in the swirling of dust. Hot gobs of blood spattered all around staining the ground a gore red but the searing drops that landed on the paladins armor ran like rivers until it rained off of him, not a touch stayed on

Flickering Flamers April 13 Kammy wrote at 4:45pm Kristan Davis is that you?  Its Kammy, if it's you send me a message back. April 13 Kristian wrote at  6:43pm Yeah, it's me Long time no see. April 13 Kammy wrote at 7:19pm Well, we still aren't seeing each other but it's a step in the right direction. What have you been up to?  Are you still using the Huskavana email? April 13 Kristian wrote at 7:27pm I've missed you, and no, I haven't used that email address in a couple of years, I'm using Kristian@yearsmaypass.com April 13 Kammy wrote at 7:45pm Years may pass?  Getting old and nostalgic are we?  Let me add you, this is