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Writen for the newest 15minuteficlets challenge. Writen from 3:35 - 3:50, Harry/Percy.

( With a Kiss and a Tear )

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Next one. Still Harry/Percy, as they'll all be unless something really hits me for another pairing. Written from 4:18-4:33

( I Gave My Soul and Loved in Misery )

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I'm on a roll! From 4:44-4:59. Harry/Percy in forever linked with Yeats in my mind when it comes to titling. I wonder why?

( Peace That Comes at Length )

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I have been in such a writing mood recently, it's incredible. I still have a short attention span unfortunately, I still keep jumping from fic to fic rather then focusing on one, but since last Thursday I've done more writing then I have all year.

It's amazing when I realize that in high school I was like this every day. I filled notebooks in hours, and never seemed to stop. True, most of it was crap looking back (*snorts* Looking back, like it was a long time ago rather then a year and a half ago or so), but there were some decent ideas and sometimes I consider going through and editing it into something worth posting. It seems a shame to let it all go to waste, especially since it's all still right there, waiting in a handfull or purple notebooks just waiting for their chance to be shown.

I forgot how wonderful it felt, having the words riverrun out of me and forming something that's new and uniquely mine and which'll hopefully bring a smile to other people's faces. Well, not forgot exactly. The love for it's still there, just like it's been since my earliest memories when I'd draw random squiggles on a page then tell my mom what they meant, or when I made my grandma a flipbook because I'd realized that squiggles != words, didn't know how to write yet, and just wanted to tell stories so badly that that seemed the only other choice until I could actually write. But I've been content to just scibble when the mood takes me recently, and haven't been filled with the same passion for it I used to have.

I know it's probably going to go away again sometime soon. Still, while it's lasting I keep staying up as long as I can and waking as early as I can to squeeze in every last moment of writing time I can.

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8:32-8:47. This one's really the result of me having Harry survive Voldemort's death in two of the past three snippets despite the fact that I not only don't think it'll happen, but I think I'll hate the ending of the last book if it does unless Voldemort's also still around, or at least hinted to be so.

( Come In and Leave the Play )

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9:00-9:15

( Let Them Have Their Day )

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10:34-10:49

( The Lot of Love is Chosen )

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Aww, this is the last one I needed to catch up on. From 10:53-11:08. *snorts* I actually took longer looking for a line to make into a title then I did writing the actually snippet.

( Softly Make a Rosy Peace )