A bundle of short stories I wrote in class! (No ISF)

The lights flickered on the candle and started to burn, a second candle lit up, the fires kindled each other before the 2 candles on the tree became one. ~000~ The tree was on fire, the 2 halves of the tree were burning each other, the tree was in despair one side lost its candles and only 1 remained, the candles were connected and they faced the odds against thousands. With the life of millions resting upon their lives, what will these small friends make of it? (Nothing but the story plot and creation of the final cover belong to me. Everything else belongs to their rightful owners.)

Just a Dramione one-shot.

*Disclaimer: I have brought back a character called Revan from the Starwars history and used him as a character, please don't get confused. Also, this is an AU* ~000~ Ren screamed as he withered on the floor, huh watched from off the sidelines, terrified of the knights fate. When Snoke finally finished, Hux was call up and presented with a crown. It came with a price however, he would be reduced to a pawn.

A school life comedy narrated to make you laugh. No fancy description here. Also, The revenge of the memes.

It's all just a matter of perspective. Think About it. This is a story. A Philosophy Story. Short. The stories are short. But they teach in ways you can't imagine.

The last of the great. Let's go find it. Glass Stone Plasma Trees Rock Which would win?

~Please! Hermione! You have to understand! I'm different now! In a good way! Please just listen to me! I don't have much time! Remember, whenever you're lost, find 17-65, I promise you'll never be hurt and I intend to keep that promise to my last breath.~ The night was cold, a pale blonde haired boy walked along the pathway to a hill, he pulls out a smooth stick. A faint murmur of the words "Expecto Patronum" is heard by those who listen to the wind. From the tip of that stick burst forth a pack of wolves, they run across the hill and around the boy, illuminating one of his mercury grey eyes. He looks up noticing his spectator before the wolves retreat, plunging his surroundings into darkness. "I know you're here but please, just let me show you." --* DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS OR PICTURES UNLESS I SPECIFY WHAT I OWN IT IS NOT MINE (Only the plot is mine)So Far) This story is a remake of their seventh year at (return) Hogwarts (DRAMIONE) Also all the dead characters besides Dumbledore are still dead*

~For the FINAL BEST VERSION please read the last Chapter~ A fictional story based on real events. Based on Flight 9 of British Airways. *The oxygen masks deployed. I quickly grabbed the mask and shoved it over my mouth, inhaling deeply. I looked around me. The entire aircraft seemed to freeze in time, all the people still have horrified expressions on their faces.* *We quickly picked up the life vests and scrambled to get them on, we loosened our seat belts making sure we had an easy escape. As the pressure made it's way up the plane we ran upwards to the emergency doors, pushing it open and cannon-balling into the oil-covered ocean hugging our bags for dear life.*