Katherine Frances's Blog, page 37
July 20, 2018
creatingaquietmind:
“I was always hungry for love. Just once, I wanted to know what it was like to...
“I was always hungry for love. Just once, I wanted to know what it was like to get my fill of it – to be fed so much love I couldn’t take any more. Just once.”— Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood
July 19, 2018
philosophybits:
“A good book, he had concluded, leaves you wanting to reread the book. A great book...
“A good book, he had concluded, leaves you wanting to reread the book. A great book compels you to reread your own soul.”— Richard Flanagan, The Narrow Road to the Deep North (via quotespile)
theprinceoflilies:
I never stopped loving you,you fell out of love with me.The shorter my hair...
I never stopped loving you,
you fell out of love
with me.
The shorter my hair got
the broader my shoudlers
the space that swelled around me
seemed too much light
for you to handle
The truth my ears demanded
the mountains I could finally stand in
seemed
to scare you away
Yet I waited
I waited at the edge
I waited at the water
I delayed my sail
Day after day
waiting for you
to gather up your courage
and love yourself again.
July 18, 2018
aureliobooks:
TKC Character Intro [1/?] | Tag | WIP Page - Erys...
TKC Character Intro [1/?] | Tag | WIP Page - Erys K. Nuryanev
Doctor Erys Nuryanev was a mess of half-made plans, back alley fights, and raw scars. His fingers were never free of band-aids, his face was always sporting bruises, and his nose was crooked from how many times it had been broken. He was a painting on a slashed canvas, and he moved through the world like he had no fear of death.
At least, that was the consensus from the observers. He saw himself as someone to be overlooked, bloodstained lab coat or no, and he traversed the city with wild hair and ragged fingernails with no regard for his appearance or his well being.
A god of disaster, that’s what Nuryanev was. Broken glass. Boarded windows. Sharp edges. Nothing of consequence unless you touched it, or got involved in its reason for being there, or stumbled upon it if you were unlucky. He was an unfortunate but necessary part of the operation, and wanted or not, he would show up with his notes scrawled on his arms and his tie loose around his neck.
He was unknowable. He was imperfect. And he was about to die.
Kim Shimmers and the Veil of Death
A Harry Potter fanfic by me (and the 4th instalment in the Kim Shimmers series)
How could we ever hope to flicker on against a
darkness so complete, against an evil so prevailing?
This Harry Potter fan fiction (as long as all goes according to plan) will be posted at the beginning of every week. The pictures above are not mine, though I edited some.
Chapter 12
Luck Runs Out
As soon as Kim was able, she arranged a meeting with Dumbledore in his office. She had not yet told Harry anything, including that they were cousins, for fear that she would be going against Dumbledore’s wishes. If she told Harry that she was related to him, she would have to explain how she knew, which would require her to explain why she’d been researching his ancestry. She suspected it wouldn’t be long before Harry was told about all of this, all the secrets she and Dumbledore had kept from him that year. Once he knew the truth, telling him about their shared heritage would be easy, so she didn’t bother trying to come up with a way to tell him before then.
And then there was also the fact that Kim was uncertain she should tell him at all. What would he think of the news? What did she think? Part of her was still having a hard time believing it to be true, though she had seen the proof for herself. Perhaps Harry wouldn’t even believe her on just her word.
“Come in,” came Dumbledore’s voice from within his office. Kim opened the door and shut it behind her. Her fingers were trembling even though she’d come here for important conversations many times before. None of them quite felt like this.
Dumbledore stood still by the stairs, watching Kim as she moved to the center of his office by the chair, but didn’t say a word. He patiently waited for her to speak.
“I’ve done what you asked. I found the invisibility cloak, the one from the legends.”
“As I knew you would,” he said, smiling keenly. “Though this was impressively quick, even for a witch of your intelligence.”
“Well… it wasn’t nearly as hard as you would expect… Professor… Harry’s cloak is the cloak of invisibility. The one cut from Death’s cloak. He’s had it all along.”
At this, Dumbledore’s smile faltered and his brow furrowed slightly. “That’s… not possible.”
“Not just possible, it is. I’ve done all my homework, let me explain before you say it’s not true. First of all, I thought the same exact thing when I first had the idea… It started when I was getting- something for Harry,” she said, stumbling a bit on the words. She thought it would’ve been wiser to leave out that she had ventured into the boys dormitory in Gryffindor Tower, two things simultaneously that were forbidden. But, alas, it was too late now, and it had led her to completing the mission Dumbledore had issued her, so he couldn’t be too angry with her.
“Well, to be honest professor, I went into his dormitory to get it… Sorry, he was in the hospital wing and, anyway, I saw the cloak in his trunk and I was just curious, you know, not really thinking anything of it. I pulled it out and noticed some odd markings. They’re very faint, if you weren’t looking at it closely you wouldn’t see them at all. And then, even if you did see them, unless you laid it out on the floor so you could see the whole thing at once, you wouldn’t know what they were. Professor Dumbledore… his cloak has the symbol of the Deathly Hallows on it.” She paused, giving the importance of her words dramatic effect and letting them sink in.
“That is… I must say I’m displeased with myself for having missed something that… well, obvious. Right under my nose. But, unfortunately, I am merely an ordinary man that happens to be very good at appearing extraordinary,” he said, sounding rather tired as he lowered himself into his chair. “And so I am just as capable of human errors such as these as anyone else.
Writing a Well-Rounded Scene
mockingjaybrandybuck asked: “Hi Lizard, I also most enjoy dialogue and feel pretty comfortable writing it, however, I struggle with the text to fill out a dialogue heavy scene. What are some other ideas I can be thinking about when writing a dialogue heavy scene that is more well rounded?”
Good question. Sometimes while I’m writing and just so into the dialogue I forget I’m just writing the conversation and not actually writing the scene itself.
