Moody Stories

A young boy reminisces about the moments spent at the theatre with a girl and the memories they made there, as they both attend the premiere of the latest film by director Richard Hexley.

These are my poems. I don't expect many to read them- just hoping one person feels understood. These are the poems I write when I need to make sense of myself. There are no cliffhangers, just truths, soft, sharp, broken, rebuilding. If you see yourself in any of them, then you're exactly where you're meant to be. TW: themes of emotional pain, numbness, grief, and healing. Nothing graphic. I update whenever inspiration hits.

A girl from another world wakes on cold stone with someone else's heartbeat in her chest and a crown of cold metal on her brow. Her name-what she chooses now-is Lyra, and the impossible city of Archestryx already knows her as its new Vampire Lord. The Crimson Crown binds her to every vein of the city: she can feel its fear, its hunger... and her own. Archestryx has always been ruled by spectacle terror-random "examples" dragged to public slaughter, Blood Choirs turning executions into theatre, patrol captains selling prisoners to satisfy distant tithes. Lyra refuses. Instead of feeding, she claims a doomed courier as her witness, confronts an Elder at the Crimson Amphitheatre, and carves a new Edict into the city: no more random killings. With the cynical Steward Marcion, streetwise witness Jevar, assassin-turned-ally Kairn, and smuggler queen Sere, she builds donor clinics and the Ledger of Red Debts to aim vampire hunger at proven monsters rather than the helpless. But the outer Covenant will not tolerate experiments in mercy. Assassins, star-iron, and politics close in, and Lyra must decide how far she'll bend the Crown-before it breaks her, or the city she's trying to save.

I feel like the title is self-explanatory

Seventeen-year-old Catrice never wanted to spend her summer in the tiny town of Sweet Home, Oregon. Fresh off a breakup and stuck with a family that feels louder than life, she braces herself for two long months of chaos she doesn't want. But between endless cousins, late-night secrets, and the pull of someone she can't ignore, Catrice begins to realize this summer won't just pass her by. It might change her forever

Hello! So this book will contain the following professors: - McGonagall (Obviously) -Snape -Dumbledore -Moody ( In this AU, Barty didn't trap him in the chest) - Lupin -Umbridge ( Sadly ) -Filch ( Sadly 2.0 ) -Quirrel -(Sometimes) Lockhart I'm not going to add Trelawney, Sprout or Hagrid unless it is a request, Thanks! I will also permanently remove Flitwick from this, seeing as I really don't have motivation to do him.

***Featured by Wattpad*** Highest ranking #4 For a man used to ruling the British aristocracy, William Hamilton was contend being ruled by the young vixen who fell in his arms accidentally. For a woman used to being chased for her dowry and ridiculed for her lack of grace, Georgiana Malcolm has managed to stay positive through it all. When she falls for the man that ton calls "Angel" her confidence wavers, will she be enough to tie down a man like that. While the two of them try to see if their friendship could develop into something more, a sinister plot is being made to destroy them and everyone they love. Will their love survive the test of time?

A political marriage. A stolen queen. A prince who will burn kingdoms to get her back. Rheiston Ashbourne never believed in love-until the moment Saelah walked toward him in white. But when he's exiled and she is captured by the ruthless ruler of Lyranthia, the world learns what loyalty truly looks like. Because Rheiston may be the quiet prince of Aurathis... but for Saelah, he becomes a storm. A warrior. A legend. Together or apart, their choices will shape the fate of empires.

So it is basically a book of imagines with Gilbert, Jerry, Cole, Billy, Moody, Charlie... and any more that you want! (From Anne with an E) But instead of just doing a lot of little different stories that don't fit with each other, I am going to do only one story of your relationship/Journey with each boy, hope you understood lol. But if you want to see kind of how it works, check it out! Hope you like it! 🙃 I'll take suggestions and ideas from you!

In a world without the avatar, elemental balance hangs on by a thread. The fire nation's reach extends over the land like a plague, bringing forth a new order. Just as hope is lost, something in the smoke stirs, something ancient and unforgiving. from the ashes arises a being that is to bring balance back to the elements; not an avatar, but just as deadly. The spirits thrust her into this world with one mission. Destroy the disturbance.

"How do we define ourselves?" A short poetry about how common heartbreaks are felt and how we bear them in our hearts. Copyright © 2016 Aweary ~✧~ Started: 20/4/2016 Ended: -

"There is no one-not two, not three-To grab my ankles, stop the spree. I ran along derailing trains;I saw a man's invading pains. I stood where no one dared to pass-In that forgotten moldy class."

A collection of One-shots inspired by things that make us feel scared, insecure, or abnormal. Because we're just humans that need comfort. Requests encouraged, no matter how niche you think your insecurity is. ⚠️I don't know all the triggers that will happen in this book. I will warn beforehand, but keep in mind this book may be very triggering depending on the topics I get requested. ⚠️

Okay so I deleted a story called 'feels like I'm trapped' or whatever it was called because it was really bad. So I'm gonna make a new story now and hopefully it will be better!

"𝙴𝚑 𝚋𝚒𝚎𝚗 𝚓𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚞 à 𝚎𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚏𝚕𝚕𝚎." Jerry muttered under his breath but Y/n heard it as clear as day "What?" "French, sorry" "Well what does it mean ?" "It means i think you are breathtaking y/n l/n" I SUCK AT DESCRIPTIONS I PROMISE THE BOOK IS MUCH BETTER

Alastor Moody wasn't always paranoid. He wasn't always so gruff, and cold, and restrained. He used to be kind, and sweet, and had a profound love for adventure. He was a fun loving person, that was reckless and in need of order, and he found his balance with Natalie Taylor.

Everyone said he never cried. That he had nothing left to feel. But I saw it - just once. A single tear, behind the music room. No words. No witness but me. And I still don't know if that makes me lucky... or guilty. - a short story about silence, memory, and the moment someone breaks

† ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ † ❝ How many have you killed?❞ ❝ More than you care to know." ❞ † ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ †

a modern day au where anne shirley cuthbert and gilbert blythe fall in love, but are the last ones to know it.

For some reason "Painful Poems" would not let me share all my other poems with you guys, so this is the other half of the poem book. If you haven't read "Painful Poems" by me and you like these, check it out. Enjoy the painful stuff.