Katherine Frances's Blog, page 288
November 8, 2015
"I think hell is something you carry around with you. Not somewhere you go."
- Neil Gaiman (via purplebuddhaproject)
Writer’s Library
I just made a new page which can be found on the home page of my blog by clicking writer’s library. Basically, I organized all the tags I use into pages so if you guys are looking for something specific (like writing references, advice, setting inspiration, prompts and more) you can easily get to it all in one place.
Kim Shimmers and the Diviner’s Curse
A Harry Potter Fanfic by me (and sequel to Kim Shimmers and the Screech Owl)
(Art not mine, couldn’t find credits. Let me know if you know them!)
This Harry Potter fanfic will be posted, if all goes well, every weekend.
Chapter 6
Odd but Lovely
The end of October was nearing, which meant so was the Triwizard Tournament. With the twin’s letter sent and nothing they could do for their business but wait, all their attention was turned to the age limitation, and how to get past it.
“It’s going to have to be a bloody good potion or spell, whatever you do, if you’re going to fool Dumbledore,” Kim said to them both as they sat in a circle outside.
“Look at you, sayin’ English things like bloody,” Fred said, giving her shoulder a nudge. Kim blushed remembering what her mother had said about her sounding English. She hadn’t done it on purpose, it’d just slipped out. She fiddled with some grass as Strix fluttered about and landed on the end of Kim’s shoe.
“Since when were you going along with all this, anyway?” George asked.
“I don’t care what you guys try to do, as long as you promise me one thing,” she said, warningly, looking between them. Strix hopped and flapped her small wings, landing on George’s leg beside Kim’s foot. George looked down at the small bird and gave her stomach a little pet with his knuckle.
“What’s that?” Fred asked.
“You two can try all you will to get into the tournament, and I’ll even help you, as long as you promise not to drag your brother and Harry into it.”
“Why not?” George asked, more curious and accusatory.
“They’re not any more ready for it than I am. Harry’s a good wizard, and maybe he could handle it… maybe, but it’s just not fair to go up against other wizards that have been practicing magic for twice as long.”
“Fine, have it your way,” Fred agreed with a shrug.
“We probably weren’t going to share the glory with our brother anyway,” George joked. Srix hopped and flapped again, this time landing on Fred’s leg, facing away from him to look up at Kim. He leaned back a bit, as if to distance himself from his own leg and the bird. Strix’s head slowly turned, and then continued turning until it was completely backwards and pointed up at Fred. His look of mild concern grew more uncomfortable.
“Kim, get this bird off me,” he said, not looking away from Strix. “It’s lookin at me like I’m lunch.”
Kim chuckled at the ridiculous idea, since Strix was only half a foot tall, and Fred had to be over six feet tall by now.
“Hey guys,” came Harry’s voice through Kim’s laughter. She looked up and saw him standing behind George. She almost said ‘speak of the devil’ but she wasn’t sure they would understand it. Was that an American colloquialism?
Kim didn’t really have the chance to say anything, though, because just then Strix’s head snapped forward from her staring contest with Fred and swiveled toward Harry. She leapt from Fred’s knee, making him wince with pain from her claws.
“Oh, not again,” Kim muttered, scrambling to get to her feet. By now this was practically a boring routine, and were it not for the face that she felt terrible for Strix’s irregular attacks on Harry, she’d probably just allow them to happen.
Harry made a sound of vague frustration, and then forfeit. “Just have at it already!” he groaned, offering out his hand. Strix landed on it and took a forceful nip that made Harry wince. The bird then immediately dove off his hand and swooped back to land on Kim’s shoulder. Kim just sighed and let her arms hit her legs.
“I’m sorry Harry,” she said halfheartedly. She didn’t know at what point the apology became insult to injury.
“’S okay,” he said, but he sounded a bit annoyed, looking at the drop of blood sliding down the back of his hand before wiping it off on his trousers. “Wish I knew what I did to make her hate me.”
“I do to,” Kim said with an effortful laugh. “But to be honest, she did it the first time she met you, remember? So who knows… She’s just a pain sometimes. You’re not the only one though.”
“Really?” he asked. She wasn’t surprised that this was news to Harry. Until this summer when she bit Mrs. Baker, Kim had never had Strix try to bight anyone but him.
“She did it to one other person this summer.”
“Should really get a replacement for that one,” Fred said as he stood, to witch Kim gave a small gasp and looked at him, shocked. She moved her hands to cover Strix’s ears theatrically.
"I need a person who can make me laugh on the mornings I don’t want to wake up."
- saintly-sinner (via wnq-writers)
November 7, 2015
Is his nose okay?
In one sentence is the spark of a story. Ignite.
Mission: Write a story, a description, a poem, a metaphor, a commentary, or a memory about this sentence. Write something about this sentence.
Be sure to tag writeworld in your block!
November 6, 2015
Oh mah gaud
For a brief, and yet forever period of time, I lost my flashdrive. My flashdrive which is the sole container of my latest… 50k++ words? I almost started crying tbh. Glad thats over.
Im going to back my shit up now, bye.
apromptadaykeepsthecriticsaway:
Write a piece in which an immortal attempts to adapt to the latest...
apromptadaykeepsthecriticsaway:
Write a piece in which an immortal attempts to adapt to the latest decade
