Posts tagged artificialimagination
Posts tagged artificialimagination
“I’m not Isis.” “You are. You simply do not realize it yet.”
Alex’s friend Paige accidentally brings Imhotep back from the dead. Oddly, Imhotep seems to know her…
An AU Mummy fanfiction set in modern times, in which an overdramatic teenage girl accidentally brings Imhotep back from the dead, and learns more about love, her past and ancient Egypt than she ever thought possible.
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“Alex O’Connell,” Ardeth Bey sighed as though he’d expected this. “What are you doing here?”
“I’m not Isis.” “You are. You simply do not realize it yet.”
Alex’s friend Paige accidentally brings Imhotep back from the dead. Oddly, Imhotep seems to know her…
An AU Mummy fanfiction set in modern times, in which an overdramatic teenage girl accidentally brings Imhotep back from the dead, and learns more about love, her past and ancient Egypt than she ever thought possible.
Alex stopped dead, shocked. He slowly turned his head back to face Imhotep.
She has heard a whisper.
The war has ended in the Wizarding world, but not inside of Ginevra Weasley. Grieving her lost brother and destroyed family, she has yet another thing haunting her – she hears Tom Riddle’s voice in her head. Is she going mad, or is he real? And if he is real…what, exactly, does he want from her?
A post-DH, dark Tom/Ginny fanfiction involving madness, manipulation and poetry.
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“Where’s Harry gone?” Ginny asked, making her way down the stairs. Harry had been spending most of his time at the Burrow, since he was no longer allowed with the Dursley’s and he didn’t want to spend time alone at Sirius’s old house.
“I’m not Isis.” “You are. You simply do not realize it yet.”
Alex’s friend Paige accidentally brings Imhotep back from the dead. Oddly, Imhotep seems to know her…
An AU Mummy fanfiction set in modern times, in which an overdramatic teenage girl accidentally brings Imhotep back from the dead, and learns more about death, love, her past and ancient Egypt than she ever thought possible.
The sound of a pair of soft footsteps echoed in the dark, empty passageways of Hamunaptra. The faint light of two half-dead flashlight bounced off of the ancient red stone walls, revealing a pathway of sand and loose stones, as well as skeletal remains of rats that had become trapped so far underground. Two muted voices conversed with one another, one a light, sweet voice of a teenage girl, and the other a deeper, more confident young masculine voice.
You know, some say that your favorite story is really your favorite dream…what you wish would happen to you.
Long ago, they had told each other their favorite stories. She wanted to be Cinderella…to wear glass slippers and marry Prince Charming. But he wasn’t Prince Charming. And he wasn’t looking for a princess…
Post-DH, dark Tom/Ginny oneshot with a shot of literature and mythology.
The elation and relief had faded, only to be replaced by grief. Fred – her brother – was dead. Her ex-teacher Remus Lupin and his wife, Tonks. Classmates and friends were all…gone. It was too much to deal with, all at once. She had to escape her pain, at least for a moment.
Erik could never honestly say he loved her.
She worked in a flower shop and wasn’t beautiful, though she was a little odd. Somehow, Erik still decided to marry her.
Leroux-based. A slightly more realistic version of Erik/Another woman.
It wasn’t that she was particularly beautiful, because she wasn’t. Her hair was the same dark brown as a million other women, and her eyes were a dark green…pretty, but not stunning. She did not have the flawless skin of a porcelain doll, with soft blushes and long, dark lashes and red lips as a certain other woman did.
“Christine was not murdered! She is not dead! She is alive, I tell you! Alive!”
Erik is accused of killing Christine Daae, but he insists that she is still alive.
A Leroux-based Phantom of the Opera oneshot.
“I’m afraid you’re going to have to leave it,” said the guard sternly. He tore the thick manuscript from the shaking man’s hands, and threw it to his partner. The shaking man watched as the whole bundle – entitled Don Juan Triumphant – was tossed into the flames contained in the fireplace. With a strangled cry, the man attempted to fling himself into the fire after it, but was quickly restrained, then tossed into a cold cell, the door slamming shut on him.
She has heard a whisper.
The war has ended in the Wizarding world, but not inside of Ginevra Weasley. Grieving her lost brother and destroyed family, she has yet another thing haunting her – she hears Tom Riddle’s voice in her head. Is she going mad, or is he real? And if he is real…what, exactly, does he want from her?
A post-DH, dark Tom/Ginny fanfiction involving madness, manipulation and poetry.
“So Ginny poured her soul out to me, and her soul happened to be exactly what I wanted…I grew stronger on a diet of her deepest fears, her darkest secrets. I grew powerful, far more powerful than little Miss Weasely. Powerful enough to start feeding Miss Weasely a few of my secrets, to start pouring a little of my soul back into her…”
- Tom Riddle, Chamber of Secrets
AFTER THE FINAL BATTLE
Nothing.
