On-The-Sidelines

When, after at least fifteen minutes of walking, we finally reached the room that is meant for me, I feel  exhausted.  I quickly thank Marianna, who says that she will be back for clothes with me in a couple of minutes. When she's gone I look at the room. The walls are made from plain stone, what I already expected. The whole floor is covered in rugs, luckily, it makes my feet nice and warm. The room is simple, it is not too small, not too big, it has a table, two chairs and a bed. And I must say, the bed looks really comfortable at this point.  I get in the bed and crawl up under the blankets, and within a couple of seconds I doze off. Afte

"Please sit down," the voice of Dr. Morrigan says softly. Hesitatingly I place myself on the dark brown, leather sofa, not really sure of what to expect from all of this. It was my parents' idea to send me to Dr. Morrigan. Ever since my sleeping problems started three months ago and I mentioned I heard voices in my closet, my parents figured I was probably going mental.  So that is basically the story of how I end up on this dark brown, leather sofa. Not by own choice. "So, Lemon, I just want to make sure you know this is a safe space. You can tell me anything. And of course, everything you tell me will stay between us." I nod slightly. I ca

"You think it's funny, Potter?" Draco Malfoy's voice sneered across the room. Harry shook his head, desperately trying not to laugh. They were stuck in this room for only several hours now, and already Draco Malfoy had gone completely crazy it seemed. He tried every spell to get the door to open, but it was deadlocked. Draco's last attempt was trying to smash the door open, not even with magic anymore, but just by throwing chairs to the door. "I guess we just have to accept the fact that we're stuck here Malfoy, at least until someone comes and finds us. And believe me, I find being stuck here with you, just as delightful as you." Harry repl

"On a bridge across the Severn on a Saturday  night, Suzy meets the man of her dreams" "I love him," She thought, and right away she shook the thought out of her head again. She didn't know the guy, she had never seen him before, nor would she ever see him again. He was just a stranger, passing her by while she was crossing the bridge. But yet, there was something in his eyes that just couldn't let her go. She had only looked into his eyes for less than a moment, but the dark mysterious blue of his eyes had caught her. She was lost. The only thing she wanted to do at this point was turn around, chase him and never let him go again. "Are yo

If you marry me, Would you bury me, Would you carry me, To the end. "Will you marry me?" He whispered softly in her ear. His hand pulled a ring out of his pocket. His other hand held hers. "Gerard, I don't know what to say," She stuttered, overwhelmed with emotions. His blue eyes stared into her green eyes. "Just say yes," He whispered, "Promise to love me 'til death do us part" And he shoved the ring around her finger. A tear softly rolled down her cheek when she replied, "Yes," "I'm so excited!" She said to her mother when she tried on her wedding dress for the sixth time that day. She couldn't believe she was really getting ma

Langzaam open ik mijn ogen als ik mijn wekker af hoor gaan. Meteen verschijnt er een grote glimlach op mijn gezicht als ik me bedenkt dat ik vandaag moet werken. Ik hou namelijk heel veel van mijn werk. Voornamelijk omdat ik met Jannie dan de nieuwste roddels kan doornemen. Ik sla de dekens van me af en stap uit bed. Bij mijn kast aangekomen kies ik alvast mijn kleding voor vandaag uit. Vandaag wordt het denk ik een blauwe polo met een lichtbruine linnen broek. Met die kleding onder mijn arm loop ik naar de badkamer. Ik leg mijn kleding aan de kant en zet mijn Geri Halliwell cd op. Wat slim van mij om op de badkamer een cd speler neer te ze