{Suicide Squad Story} ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I started a joke which started the whole world crying But I didn't see that the joke was on me oh no I started to cry which started the whole world laughing Oh If I'd only seen that the joke was on me. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Extended résumé inside

This is the writing material of a fifth grader...you have been WARNED! Do not laugh at me if the story is cliche, I know it is that is why it's DISCONTINUED but anyways,,,read at your own risk...YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The worst kind of pain is when you smile to stop the tears from falling. ~*~ Being born in a pure blood family with the best parents in the world makes life so much easier, or so Amelia Ross thought. The most popular girl in Hogwarts, the most promising witch of the age and of course, the Slytherin quiddich captain and legendary Chaser... Life seemed perfect at sight as if she were sailing on the happiness boat... During her 5th year, Amelia is convinced to make everything even better but when the truth lies in front of her, how can she deny it? And when she finds herself dangerously attracted to Draco Malfoy, a boy in which she is afraid to trust, Amelia's life becomes a broken puzzle. When reality strikes, she finds herself trapped in a web of lies and truth. Betrayals are made and friendships are tested. .. and maybe the only one that can save her is herself...

"Only in the agony of parting do we look into the depths of love." -George Eliot ~*~ Elanor is beyond heartbroken. Her sister Celebrían is pretty much gone forever and so is she, torn and lost in rage and despair. Soon to depart to the Undying Lands to seek serenity, Celebrían is desperate to make Elanor see the other side of things. On her last day in Arda, Celebrían is determined to make her sister smile again and takes her ice skating. And maybe with just a little love, she can make Elanor see...the beauty of goodbyes. ~*~ Submitted to #JAN2k17 in the Fanfiction Contests. No part of this story may be copied, translated or used without my permission.

The Law is hard, but it is the Law. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A warlock and a Shadowhunter. Such origins were prohibited and always will be. They say the Angel's blood denies Lilith's, that the process would kill you. They were wrong. Ever since the horrifying betrayal of her brother Valentine, Thalia Morgenstern is on the run from the Clave and Valentine's Circle. Finding refuge with Jocelyn, Thalia keeps a low profile and an anonymous identity. It seems as if the whole world is looking for her, she promised herself that she would never ever be a Nephilim again, no matter what is to come. All until a shocking discovery changes it all. Finally exposed, Thalia has no other choice but to ally herself with those she envies and head for an Institute : the Institute of Florida. Falling for a certain Shadowhunter , meeting old friends once more and recognizing her old life once again, Thalia comes face to face with her greatest enemy. Fear itself. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Thank you for choosing to read Chasing Shadows, It is a Mortal Instruments /Shadowhunters Fanfiction set in the period of City of Bones and Ashes but it won't be following throughout Clary's part of the story. All credits to the book by the lovely Cassandra Clare (though the cast and some of the scenes are taken from the movie and the show). Love you all, Nadia

"First comes the blessing of all that you've dreamed But then comes the curses of diamonds and rings Only at first did it have its appeal But now you can't tell the false from the real Who can you trust? When everything you touch turns to gold..." ~~~~~~~~~ Elanor is lost. Not lost as in missing but lost in her own battles and in her own thoughts. Desperately trying to live up to her mother Galadriel's expectations, the young elleth is still struggling to become what her sister Celebrían would have been. Although Elanor is known to be one of the fairest elves of Middle Earth, inside is just another soul seeking for revenge from the creatures that twisted her sister's soul. With her mother keeping dark secrets regarding a ring from her, an elf lord stealing swords from her and a mysterious new curse that will somehow haunt her for eternity, her life could not have been worse. Until she was invited to a council and met an old friend that would change her life and become more than just a friend...forever

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"Your ledger is dripping, it's GUSHING red, and you think trusting a man no more virtuous than yourself will change anything from your nightmares? This is the basest sentimentality. This is a child at prayer... PATHETIC! You lie and kill in the service of liars and killers. You pretend to change side, to have your own code. Something that makes up for the horrors. But they are a part of you, and they will never go away!" "Shut up!", I shouted at him, frantically slamming my fist against the glass in such force that a large crack formed on the once smooth and bulletproof compartment, tears streaming dangerously flooding my eyes. I had just cracked an unbreakable glass... The god of mischief looked up into my eyes and I swear I saw a small smirk of approval curling around his lips. ~*~ We burn ourselves from ashes And rise like the phoenix In the smouldering lashes. We discover a diamond in the dust, Like a needle in a haystack- Everything we touch turns to rust. We thirst for love But find only a mirage Some hearts are a desert you can die wandering above.

❝I have already set myself on fire, grown the sun inside my body, burnt every bridge I built. But our love is still as cold as ice.❞ Her music was the beating of drums on the fields of war, her mantle wrought from the foundations of the earth. The stars shone down on the victory of her battles, the glory of death and unsung heroes, his bountiful hunts and the slaughter of martyrs. They met on the eve of bloodshed, the taste of ruin and folly upon their tongues. [Plot belongs to the fabulous @yukimurakira]