Pensive Stories

Just a short dive into the state of my mind. Read critiques are welcome.

Something I realized just when I was about to suffer from FOMO due to social media...

This is just a random poem about the million nights I've spent looking out my window. These boundless nights have brought strange and distant thoughts to me that have now taken shelter in my mind.

Theories have been told, so have myths. Some believe in faith some believe in risk. These are some thoughts on some conspiracy theories. Thoughts I'm pretty sure no one has thought of.

The title says it all :)

A collection of poems written by me 🙋‍♀️.

It's been 5 years after the war. Harry and Ron are Aurors and Hermione has worked her way up the Ministry ladder and is now the head of Muggle department. Ron and Hermione went out for six months after Voldemort's defeat, but decided that they weren't going to work out. For years Hermione has felt that she is missing something, that something, or someone, was missing. What happens when Hermione stumbles upon a pensive? A pensive that seems to be hers?

2021, a complicated year for many. For me too. Sharing my thoughts written at that hard time. Written in English and in French

(Oneshot) And why? Was it as simple as saying: I WAS HERE, proving that you had been here, done something to affect the world's spinning, even if you were now long gone? Draco decided he wanted to leave something behind other than lies and rumours. He wanted to leave something for people to remember him by, not to remember his father or the war. He wanted to leave a legacy. Just a random drarry oneshot enjoy x

Anglais/français - ce qui me passe par la tête

Happy read;)

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The manifesto of dreams , against the suffering that life brings , find the balance by all means to sew all that belongs to the seems ***A book of poems , and late night free writings***

you hear about murderers and serial killers all the time but chances are, you've never seen one in person. you might even go as far as to think you've never been in the same subway station as one. but you'd be wrong. dead wrong. especially if you lived in Lowell Greene's neighborhood where one may listen to you breathe at night...

Pensive /ˈpɛnsɪv/ adjective engaged in, involving, or reflecting deep or serious thought.

All poetry isn't slow.

Do something, see something, think something, have something happen... and write about it. What comes up?