This unfinished bit about The Search for Hogwarts:
Once upon a time in a land just over the Atlantic Ocean from the United States, the sun was just peeking over the horizon, as if checking to see if it was safe to rise. On a random streetcurb sat two girls. They looked somewhat out of place, and definitely lost. The blonde one was consulting a large map and muttering to herself while fiddling with her thick maroon and gold scarf while the dark (not black!) haired girl craned over her shoulder.
“Okay, so we were supposed to pass eight phone boxes and make a left on Princes Street. We did that,” the blonde mumbled, massaging her temple with one hand. “Let’s face it, Maggie, we’re lost.”
“We’re not lost, we’re right in front of a bookstore!” Maggie assured her lamenting companion.
“Which translates to our being lost.”
It was clear that the two had had this conversation before, and Maggie’s continued attempts to lift the blonde’s spirits had been so far unsuccessful.
“Look, Brianna, we can take a break from our search and go into the bookstore for a bit, and then you can keep freaking out,” Maggie bargained. Two opposing forces battled across Brianna’s features, the one side wanting to forge ahead and reach their goal the most efficient way possible, and the other side with a soft spot for bookstores of all kinds.
“Alright, let’s go.”
The two girls stood and crossed the cobbled street, attracting a number of odd looks due to Maggie’s skirt and tie and Brianna’s scarf, but neither of them took any notice.
Inside the shop were shelves upon shelves of books. Virtual mountains of books reaching the ceiling. At the very sight of them, two American jaws hit the dusty floor.
“Oliver, this isn’t working, no one’s coming.”
The complaining voice came from the mouth of a very well dressed gentleman
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The Death of Creativity from a class I took once and how upset I was that my classmates were uncreative...
I feel that creativity doesn’t exist in this realm. Creativity lies in the hallway with a pike rammed in it’s chest. The life juices already run out. Needles impale Creativity’s fingertips, pinning them to the ground. Eyes open, watching the door. It’s ears bleed. Flesh separated from its legs, feet reaching towards the door. Escape. The room within welcomed not Creativity. Spurned it. Here was where Creativity came to die.
Outside the doorway, Creativity twitched. Fettered to the thin wall, Creativity struggled against its bonds. Somehow clinging to life after a mechanical pencil was rammed down its throat, Creativity rasped.
“I live,” it said. “There’s Hope.”
But was there? While Creativity slumped against the wall, did Hope live on as well? In the corner of the classroom hung a dingy birdcage, the small snowy feathered Hope huddled toward the corner, its dark eyes peering between the bars.
And Creativity had flown out the window. Looking out the window and down at the ground, you could tell it wasn’t the impact that killed it. Creativity wore a blindfold, almost like blind Justice, an arrow buried in its chest. Its feet and hands were bound with barbed wire and mud from the ground smeared its garments. Hope’s dark brown eyes watched over Creativity’s unmoving form.
The horrid, hanging silence. Creativity lying gagged beneath the desk. It gazed out at the occupants of the classroom.
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The beginning of a film noir parody of a campus television show I was in during freshman year which I would paste here, but who knows who might be reading this...that and it's also unfinished.
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Soundtrack to the Movie of Your Life
So, here's how it works:
1. Open your library (iTunes, Winamp, Media Player, iPod, etc.).
2. Put it on shuffle.
3. Press play.
4. For every question, type the song that's playing.
5. When you go to a new question, press the next button.
6. Don't lie and try to pretend your cool...because none of us are
• Waking Up: Gimme a Chance -- Plain White T's
• First Day At School: 'Til Him -- The Producers
• Falling In Love: Big, Blonde, & Beautiful -- Hairspray
• Fight Song: Bet On It -- High School Musical 2
• Breaking Up: One Day I'll Fly Away -- Nicole Kidman (Moulin Rouge)
• Prom: Brown-Eyed Girl -- Van Morrison
• Life: Here Without You -- Three Doors Down
• Mental Breakdown: Singin' in the Rain -- Gene Kelly
• Driving: Thankful -- Jonny Lang
• Flashback: Amnesia -- Chumbawamba
• Wedding: Be Our Guest -- Beauty and the Beast
• Losing your virginity: Mischief Managed! -- John Williams (Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban)
• Birth Of Child: Jimmy -- Thoroughly Modern Millie
• Final Battle: When It All Falls Apart -- The Veronicas
• Death Scene: You Get Me -- Michelle Branch
• Funeral Song: What You Own -- RENT
• End Credits: Not Alone -- Darren Criss
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This from Baby Brianna, it's longer, but here's a snippet:
The whistle of the Hogwarts Express trilled and a small puff of smoke engulfed the waiting wizarding families. Lily Evans bid her Muggle parents and her little sister Petunia farewell outside the barrier between platforms 9 and 10.
“Good-bye,” Lily’s voice wavered with tears welling up in her eyes. Petunia shoved her older sister away as Lily attempted at giving her a hug, and rolled her eyes.
“Don’t get all emotional,” said Petunia.
Lily gave her parents one last hug and they started walking toward the family car. When they looked back to wave good-bye, Lily had already disappeared onto platform 9 ¾.
Once Lily had stepped onto the hidden platform, she caught sight of the Hogwarts Express. She wheeled her trolley away from the barrier and glanced around at the people standing on the platform. She was hoping to find her loud, outgoing best friend Vivian DeWilde. But she couldn’t find her blonde best friend; instead, someone else found her.
James Potter waved when Lily caught sight of him. Lily rolled her eyes and thought, Of course, the person I had least wanted to run into. I can hear it now, ‘Hey Evans!’ He’s in fifth year with me and yet he still acts so immature.
Once James had finally gotten to Lily, he waved again.
“Hey, Ev-Lily!” he said with a big grin on his face.
“Hello, Pot—I mean, James,” Lily replied. She sounded like she was tasting the word “James” as if she had never said it before. In her head she thought, I’m surprised he doesn’t have Remus, Sirius and Peter tagging along with him.
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This from quite a bit older Brianna, it's longer, but here's a bit:
The snow covered everything in a thick icing, reminiscent of gingerbread masterpieces of Christmases past. Streetlamps cast a warm glow on the little neighborhood where families sat in the warmth of their sitting rooms, snuggled up with mugs of hot chocolate.
With a small pop, two figures appeared out of seemingly nowhere on that quiet little street.
“Sirius, you git, you Apparated us into the middle of a snowdrift!” came the whispered rebuke from the shorter of the two figures who pulled her cloak closer around her and leapt out of said snowdrift.
The taller of the two calmly stepped out of the snowdrift, trembling with contained laughter. “It was a little difficult for me to concentrate with you at such close proximity, love.”
The young woman sent her midnight blue glare at Sirius Black, crossing her arms over her chest before turning her back on him.
“Vahn, love, it’s just snow,” Sirius pointed out, still fighting to control the laughter that threatened to burst from his throat at any second.
“You did it on purpose,” she growled under her breath, turning slowly around to face a Sirius who was significantly closer than he had been a full ten seconds ago.
“I did not,” he said solemnly, his grin the only part of his countenance that contradicted his statement. With a roll of her eyes, Vivian DeWilde allowed herself to smile and relaxed her posture, standing on her tiptoes only to peck Sirius on the lips before turning and heading off down the street. Sirius trotted the short distance to fall in to step with her, and by then her hand was in his and they were climbing up the steps of a little house and rapping on the door to gain admittance.
And oh, there's more...but I'll just stop there for now...
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