The meaning of the deaths in Harry Potter: James and Lily: To establish the storyline as well as to show orphans of war. Cedric Diggory: To show Voldemort's mercilessness. Sirius Black: To show Harry's lack of guidance/parental figures. Albus Dumbledore: To show the death of a great leader can't stop a war. Hedwig: To show… Continue reading Harry Potter Analysis: From Somewhere
It was evening and he had a whole night's task ahead of him. "I have nothing better to do, so I might as well get started," he said to himself. Grabbing a broom and a basket, he went on to pick up the trash the students left behind that afternoon. From one room to another,… Continue reading A Flash Fiction: Floors
FOURTH DRAFT For you. You once told me that guys need more smiles than girls do. I guess I see how it is, now. Well, for starters, guys are experts at hiding their true feelings. So whenever they are sad, they just tend to punch walls and stuff. I want to punch one right now.… Continue reading Excerpt.
Ivy stayed up all night looking at her screen. What to write? Please, God! Just give me one ounce of inspiration to help me write a story! Please! She kept pleading. She sat there in front of her computer, drink in one hand and the pen on the other; the screen monitor taunting her. It… Continue reading SEVEN CHAPTERS
I will tell you a story about the solitary man I met one night at the bar. Down to my third and last bottle of beer for the night, I proceeded to the exit when I saw him there in front of my car, standing and staring at the sky. I made my way to… Continue reading The Solitary Man
I didn’t know what to call our relationship and so I played along the lines, hoping that one day what started out as a game, would one day be real.
Thoughts after watching 500 Days of Summer
There were many who gathered All of them frightened. He played the instrument For all who gathered to hear And stop their trembling. But amidst the bombing And the 10,000 souls under - hiding Beneath the tunnel - 10,000 souls there were And yet one man walked onto the streets Admiring the viee Of stars.… Continue reading The Accordion Player
My name is Anna Diaz. I hate love stories. I don’t believe in destiny or fate. I am a realist. But I will tell you a story. A story of fate and destiny. A love story. I am not the protagonist of this story, nor was I present during the time of this story’s happening.… Continue reading NUMBERED CALLS
A friend does not judge. A friend understands.
Neville forgot. But what?
George made his way, as he always has, into the attic. He stood in front of the pensieve and leaned over. In a matter of seconds, he was transported to the very day he wanted to remember. And the day he wanted to forget. “How do you feel, Georgie?” whispered Mrs. Weasley. George’s fingers groped… Continue reading Their Wait