As if smeared with ink, or perhaps something more sinister, the walls of the room were in an eternal night. A chair sat tossed in a corner, a table upturned beside it. A box of playing cards lay in the center, a coated in a thin layer of dust.
One could get lost in this room, as many had. There was a madness in the calm that it induced, for once one was in, the ruckus from the markets outside disappeared, and every feeble breath rang out like the beat of a drum.
No one had dared enter for years, but that was soon to be broken. All things were soon to be broken, if they weren’t already.
A door in the ro
Will smiled at Nico in a very Will-Solace sort of way with his messy blonde hair waving in the breeze. Nico, of course, didn’t smile back, but he felt did feel something he had hadn’t felt all that often: Safety. But, most importantly, wanted. Ever since Will had searched him out a few days after the final battle, he’d been spending a lot more time with Nico than Nico would normally want to spend with someone. But because Will was Will, and Nico secretly enjoyed all the time spent with him, not to mention attention of another human being, he went along with it. If Nico was being truthful with himself, he looked forward t
Up until recently, Percy Jackson was everything I wanted.
He was a hero. Strong. Brave. Powerful. And yet... somehow not absorbed in his fame like all the other demigod heroes I had met.
That's how I thought of him for years. A hero.
Even after Bianca...
He was everything to me. But I knew he could never love me back. He had Annabeth.
I had no one.
Life was bad enough, with that secret.
But when it was no longer a secret...
Things got a whole lot worse.
Jason had promised me he'd keep it a secret. His idea of a secret meant telling no one except Piper. Piper promised to tell no one. Which meant no one except Hazel. Who told Frank. Wh
Would You Treat Me The Same? (Poem) by kittykat532, literature
Literature
Would You Treat Me The Same? (Poem)
If I was gay, what would you say?
If I was a boy and not a girl would you even treat me the same?
So take a second to tell me, if I was changed by my look and not how I act would you even come to say hi?
If you were to change my weight, or perhaps my eyes what would you do if I knocked on your door?
Would you just slam it in my face without a word, or would you invite me inside?
So tell me great people what would you do if my looks were changed but now how I act?
If my hair was blonde and not brown would you think of me as dumb, or if my skin were to be brown would you even trust me?
So everyone tell me if I were changed by my look but now
Piper rubbed her eyes and looked at the ceiling of her cabin on the Argo II. What had happened? Why had she woken up on this July night? After a few moments, she remembered.
For the first time in months, she had had a dream which had been neither depressing nor scary. The demigod group she was part of had finally defeated Gaia, the final attack lead by her and Jason. In the end Jason had wrapped his arms around her, and she had kissed him. Well, at least she had tried to kiss him. Because at the very moment their lips touched, she had woken up.
She didn’t fall asleep again yet, scared of the bad dreams she’d have to endure. That
Always Lily Evans,
I will once again join you but in the heavens.
Always have I loved you,
I even defended your honour from Potter who beat me black and blue.
Always have I been full of despair,
Since you left me for a boy with raggedy hair.
Always have I watched you both,
Even though I think he is still an oaf.
Always Potter, I have been there,
I hope you have been treating her with care.
Always have I regretted the dark side of me,
But now, in death with you near, I am once again free. . .
And I will remain that way now. . .
Always.