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October 13, 2015
I Saw It
Write about walking into the wrong room and seeing something you weren’t supposed to see. A portal to the Underworld? A sabotaging plan? A group of magical creatures? Dogs playing poker?
4 word prompt
Wool. Scarf. Shard. Frame. Use these four words as a spark for a story.
Don’t forget to tag us if this inspires you to write and share something!
haberdashing:
ofshxeld:
MY FAVOURITE trope is the
“leave all your weapons”*takes out far more...
MY FAVOURITE trope is the
“leave all your weapons”
*takes out far more weapons than expected (or logically able to carry)*
and then
“i said ALL of them”
*takes out a dozen more weapons from increasingly improbable locations*
I need fresh eyes on this.
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!
October 12, 2015
treehauslove:
Abandoned Victorian Tree House. A two-story...
Abandoned Victorian Tree House. A two-story replica of a Victorian-style home which also goes by the name of ‘Honky Ranch’. Located in South East Florida, USA.
October 11, 2015
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 and I’ll add them!)
This Harry Potter fanfic will be posted, if all goes well, every weekend.
Summary:
In the sequel to “Kim Shimmers and the Screech Owl,” Kim returns to Hogwarts, but the excitement to see her friends comes mixed with a feeling of foreboding unease. Her suspicious feelings of the school year are confirmed when Harry’s name is pulled to compete in the Triwizard tournament. Kim focuses her studies on improving her gift at Divination to help Harry with his daunting tasks, but it becomes more than she can withstand when her visions become darker and more vivid.
And with the stress of helping Harry on her shoulders, the last thing Kim wants to concern herself with are boys and dances, but with the Yule Ball near at hand and her friends finding dates, Kim can’t help but want for someone to ask her. She can’t help wondering if friends could be more than friends…Chapter 1
Quidditch World Cup
“I don’t understand what’s so wrong about regular mail,” Kim’s mother reasoned. Mrs. Shimmer’s was being genuine, she really didn’t know, and Kim didn’t know how to begin explaining to a muggle the many reasons why she couldn’t use regular mail to talk to her friends. She also couldn’t use her owl, Strix, because she was just too tiny to make it across the Atlantic Ocean.
Kim sighed heavily, draping her arm over the back of the kitchen chair she sat in as she turned to face her mother. “Because, Mom. For one thing, it’s expensive and impractical.”
“Okay, but you can’t use your owl so—”
“For another thing, I don’t know Fred and George’s address. I don’t even know how I would find that out. And I have no idea if the mail man would even know where to go. I mean, do they have a mailbox? Probably not!”
“If you don’t know their address, how does the owl know where to take it?” her mother asked after a short pause.
“Magic,” Kim said, with ample attitude. “Honestly woman, that’s the part about owl mail that surprises you. It’s an owl, delivering mail, they can’t read an address anyway, what good would it do them?”
She chuckled a bit at this miniature rant, turning back to the bulky manila computer that sat on her desk to clack away on the keys. Kim, in turn, went back to her breakfast. As much as she’d given her mother lip about the obvious reasons why muggle mail was out of the question for contacting Fred and George, she was sorry about the truth to it. She wished she had a way to send them mail but she had told them before they left for summer holiday that they would have to send her mail first, with their family owl Errol. They had expressed some concern about whether or not the elderly bird would survive such a journey, but then had assured her it would be fine. But, as of yet, no such letter had arrived, and the summer was already more than halfway over now that it was mid-August. Kim wondered if maybe the bird had died on its way to her…
Unfortunately, she found it more likely the twins had gone back on their word to her to write over the summer. They weren’t very good at keeping in touch, as Kim was starting to learn. She was trying not to take this personally, but she was having a hard time. She probably would have spent much longer dwelling on these thoughts, pushing her last bits of egg around her plate, had Retta not come through the side door and tromped into the kitchen.
Strix flew out of her cage which was handing, open of course, over the kitchen sink and by the cracked window. She made a fast and spirited loop around Retta’s head before darting back to Kim and landing on her head, as if she knew that Retta’s appearance meant it was time to go.
Retta had crouched inwardly a bit at the bird’s forward dash, bringing her hands up around her face and furrowing her brow. “That bird, Kim,” she said.
“What?” Kim asked lightly, Strix still plopped directly on her head. Her claws scratched a bit, but they didn’t really hurt.
Retta just laughed as she relaxed, taking in the sight of Kim as she stood, jostling Strix and making her relocate to her shoulder.
“Where are you two off to?” Mrs. Shimmer’s asked.
“Just a walk. We’ll be back soon probably,” Kim answered, following Retta toward the side door. It was miserably hot outside, and while Kim’s house wasn’t much nicer, it was at least shaded. For this reason, she hadn’t been entirely enthused about the idea of a walk, but Retta had insisted, as always. What Kim really wanted was to go somewhere with AC, like Retta’s house, but Retta didn’t want that. In fact, she pretty much always wanted to be anywhere that wasn’t her house…
“So, what happened?” Kim asked, because Retta wasn’t talking yet, which made Kim think her parents or her sister had done something upsetting. That would also explain her insistence on a walk.
Retta shrugged and heaved a sigh. “Normal shit. Mom keeps forgetting to take me school shopping, even though I’ve asked 100 times. And Eliza hid more drugs in my room. Found them this morning.”
