Chapter 1: The Sorting Hat
A hush fell over my ears. Fabric covered everything down to my nose. Among all my anxieties, such as is there a drama club here? and has this hat ever been washed?, a voice spoke inside my head. "Alexandra, hm? Nice name."
I stiffened. Magic was weird.
"It is, isn't it?" chuckled the hat. It could read my thoughts? All of them?
"Temporarily, yes. It's the only way to sort you into houses properly, don't you think?"
Wow. Magical people took boarding school houses way too seriously. I wondered whether the hat could see my subconsious thoughts as well, or just the ones I was aware of. The hat ignored that thought,
Commission for: Jaxn-Grey
Zaden was enjoying an icecream when someone small and pink dashed by. It was so fast, he just had to look. Floppy ears, psychedelic green eyes, and a panicked look on its face. Just as the guy passed out of his sight, a group of reptilian creatures, like crocodiles on two feet, barreled by in the same direction.
Usually he’d have ignored them and finished his ice-cream, but something about the scared look on that face drew him in, like he was responsible for the stranger’s wellbeing now. Besides, trying to outrun someone as fast as that would be a fun challenge.
With a regretful look at his ice cream, h
A Lightning Strike Just Outside Chipotles by EmilytheStoryWeaver, literature
Literature
A Lightning Strike Just Outside Chipotles
Commission for: Shining-Scribe
“You said you loved Chipotles.”
“I do.” Raina, the angel smiles just a little. “It is so warm.” She holds the uneaten burrito reverently.
Tanya sighs. “You’re supposed to eat it.”
Raina blinks in surprise. “This too?” She looks around at the other tables. “But I thought...”
After a moment, she shrugs. Tanya snorts. “We haven’t been out to eat often enough, have we?”
To anyone else, Raina’s expression would look exactly the same, but Tanya notices a tinge of embarrassment around the edges. “It is simp
A Moment in Hogsmeade by EmilytheStoryWeaver, literature
Literature
A Moment in Hogsmeade
Commission for: Henuiitti
Icy January air nipped at her face and fingers. People surged forward in a constant stream, coming out in twos and threes. Indigo kept shifting her feet, making little snow-angels with her shoes. She listened absently to warm chatter that filled the air, making the snow look bright and the cold look almost cheerful. Her hair and shoulders were covered in snowflakes. After years of covertly staring at him, they were finally going out. Well, this was the first time, but still. Nothing felt more nervous or exciting in the world at this moment.
At last he emerged from the crowd, wearing a grin so tiny it looked alm
Commission for: n0ireclipse
Day 23.
Bodan doesn’t understand her at all. Even after three weeks, she’s completely unpredictable. One moment she’ll knock him on the head with her staff, and the next she’s trying to feed him ‘tiger niblets’. Of all the people he could have met after being exiled… well, he has to admit this is better than no one, but still. He couldn’t have asked for a weirder guide through these dark, starry deserts.
Her name is Sheridan. He knows nothing about her and everything about her. According to the squinty-eyed crazie herself, she’s a simple shepherd, leading any
Commission for: slowpoke09
(Hey look, it's my very first writing commission!)
WARNING: This scene contains major spoilers for a novel slowpoke09 is planning to write about their original character, Nasuki/Seika.
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Nasuki stood in front of him on the rooftop, trembling. “How dare you.”
The world faded away, drowned out by the sound of the boy. Even his words felt garbled, like she was hearing him underwater.
“Oh no, rainbow eyes to the rescue. You and your ‘magic crystal’ can just leave. Both of you. Here I am in the peace and quie
Death by Elder Wand by EmilytheStoryWeaver, literature
Literature
Death by Elder Wand
A bat-like figure with long, greasy hair and coal black eyes treaded towards the tree.
It was the same tree that, so many years ago, his enemies had lured him towards, seeking to murder, or else transform him. Now, more than seventeen years later, he came again, summoned by the face of evil itself. Again, death was a possibility. The sick, burning irony of it all was that this time, he was the one risking his life for Potter.
The mark on his arm seemed to make all the muscles in his body tense with each passing minute. Lord Voldemort was waiting.
The wand in his pocket seemed hollow, useless. He had attempted to retreat to the Headmaster's
Chapter 1: The Sorting Hat
A hush fell over my ears. Fabric covered everything down to my nose. Among all my anxieties, such as is there a drama club here? and has this hat ever been washed?, a voice spoke inside my head. "Alexandra, hm? Nice name."
I stiffened. Magic was weird.
"It is, isn't it?" chuckled the hat. It could read my thoughts? All of them?
"Temporarily, yes. It's the only way to sort you into houses properly, don't you think?"
Wow. Magical people took boarding school houses way too seriously. I wondered whether the hat could see my subconsious thoughts as well, or just the ones I was aware of. The hat ignored that thought,
A Lightning Strike Just Outside Chipotles by EmilytheStoryWeaver, literature
Literature
A Lightning Strike Just Outside Chipotles
Commission for: Shining-Scribe
“You said you loved Chipotles.”
“I do.” Raina, the angel smiles just a little. “It is so warm.” She holds the uneaten burrito reverently.
Tanya sighs. “You’re supposed to eat it.”
Raina blinks in surprise. “This too?” She looks around at the other tables. “But I thought...”
After a moment, she shrugs. Tanya snorts. “We haven’t been out to eat often enough, have we?”
To anyone else, Raina’s expression would look exactly the same, but Tanya notices a tinge of embarrassment around the edges. “It is simp
A Moment in Hogsmeade by EmilytheStoryWeaver, literature
Literature
A Moment in Hogsmeade
Commission for: Henuiitti
Icy January air nipped at her face and fingers. People surged forward in a constant stream, coming out in twos and threes. Indigo kept shifting her feet, making little snow-angels with her shoes. She listened absently to warm chatter that filled the air, making the snow look bright and the cold look almost cheerful. Her hair and shoulders were covered in snowflakes. After years of covertly staring at him, they were finally going out. Well, this was the first time, but still. Nothing felt more nervous or exciting in the world at this moment.
At last he emerged from the crowd, wearing a grin so tiny it looked alm
Commission for: n0ireclipse
Day 23.
Bodan doesn’t understand her at all. Even after three weeks, she’s completely unpredictable. One moment she’ll knock him on the head with her staff, and the next she’s trying to feed him ‘tiger niblets’. Of all the people he could have met after being exiled… well, he has to admit this is better than no one, but still. He couldn’t have asked for a weirder guide through these dark, starry deserts.
Her name is Sheridan. He knows nothing about her and everything about her. According to the squinty-eyed crazie herself, she’s a simple shepherd, leading any
Commission for: slowpoke09
(Hey look, it's my very first writing commission!)
WARNING: This scene contains major spoilers for a novel slowpoke09 is planning to write about their original character, Nasuki/Seika.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Nasuki stood in front of him on the rooftop, trembling. “How dare you.”
The world faded away, drowned out by the sound of the boy. Even his words felt garbled, like she was hearing him underwater.
“Oh no, rainbow eyes to the rescue. You and your ‘magic crystal’ can just leave. Both of you. Here I am in the peace and quie
Death by Elder Wand by EmilytheStoryWeaver, literature
Literature
Death by Elder Wand
A bat-like figure with long, greasy hair and coal black eyes treaded towards the tree.
It was the same tree that, so many years ago, his enemies had lured him towards, seeking to murder, or else transform him. Now, more than seventeen years later, he came again, summoned by the face of evil itself. Again, death was a possibility. The sick, burning irony of it all was that this time, he was the one risking his life for Potter.
The mark on his arm seemed to make all the muscles in his body tense with each passing minute. Lord Voldemort was waiting.
The wand in his pocket seemed hollow, useless. He had attempted to retreat to the Headmaster's
let us run away
we can lie in the tall grass
talk about how we got
the scars on our knees,
and all the bittersweet memories
let’s be silhouettes against the sun
and after the light has gone
lay hands on skin and hands on hearts,
and hands pointed at the stars
let us warm our toes,
woven into cool soil
by flames flickering with laughter
as the sparks and the lights in your eyes
dance like fireflies all around.
Hey all, I'm ready to expand the content I bring to your lovely selves. The question is, what should I do? This website is so huge and unfamiliar, I thought I'd start by asking you what to start with.
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- Hold a free-commission raffle
- Post my thoughts on various characters from various fandoms
- Write a series of writing-advice articles/tutorials
- Write add-on stories and/or host other writing games
- Post weekly writing prompts
- Hold an illustrate-my-story contest
- Write flash fiction and/or poetry based on your artwork
- Post my photography
- Write a choose-
Priced commissions are now available, along with stories as long as 10,000 words! To celebrate this, I'll be more active on dA from now on. Shout out to everyone who requested a commission from me! I couldn't have gotten this far without you.
Hi, my pen name is Emily Weaver. I've been writing stories (and reading about writing, and helping others with their writing) for 8 years. When I first started on dA a couple months ago, I gave out free commissions. Now that I've tested it out, I'm happy to say that I want to continue! ^.^
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I know I'm here again very soon but I just wanted to say THANK YOU FOR THE WATCH, YOU'RE MY 50TH WATCHER :') Thanks for helping me achieve this milestone!! ♥