At the behest of Amelia de Mimsy Porpington (yes that was a Harry Potter reference), I was told to put my latest prompt writing on here. So here I go!
Prompt: Write about an injury.
This was it. I was dead.
By the looks on everyone's faces, I knew.
The pain was excruciating -- it was an intense searing the likes of which I had never before experienced, and I knew I never would again.
The wound was deep. My enemy had sliced me clean through.
Cold. Mechanical.
Deliberate.
Agonizing screams erupt from my throat and fell deaf on my ears. I drifted in slow motion towards the ground, seemingly defying gravity.
I was floating, my body now in two pieces.
I landed almost poetically on the ground, my eyes fixed upward. I saw the glint of steel and felt the cold, snipping voice whisper in my ear.
"I'm sorry, my friend," he hissed, grinning. "Scissors cuts paper."
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I'll admit, I had way more fun writing that than I should have. ;D
Oh, and speaking of Harry Potter from earlier, Shellie and I went back on Pottermore last week after two years of inactivity to read the newest JK Rowling story (awesomeness), but we decided to create new accounts. So we both re-took the Sorting Hat quiz.
Both of us were in Hufflepuff originally (shocker there), so we were curious to see what would happen.
Two years later, I am a Ravenclaw (ka-KAW!) and Shellie is. . .
. . . A Slytherin.
I knew that chick was evil.
Prompt: Write about an injury.
This was it. I was dead.
By the looks on everyone's faces, I knew.
The pain was excruciating -- it was an intense searing the likes of which I had never before experienced, and I knew I never would again.
The wound was deep. My enemy had sliced me clean through.
Cold. Mechanical.
Deliberate.
Agonizing screams erupt from my throat and fell deaf on my ears. I drifted in slow motion towards the ground, seemingly defying gravity.
I was floating, my body now in two pieces.
I landed almost poetically on the ground, my eyes fixed upward. I saw the glint of steel and felt the cold, snipping voice whisper in my ear.
"I'm sorry, my friend," he hissed, grinning. "Scissors cuts paper."
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I'll admit, I had way more fun writing that than I should have. ;D
Oh, and speaking of Harry Potter from earlier, Shellie and I went back on Pottermore last week after two years of inactivity to read the newest JK Rowling story (awesomeness), but we decided to create new accounts. So we both re-took the Sorting Hat quiz.
Both of us were in Hufflepuff originally (shocker there), so we were curious to see what would happen.
Two years later, I am a Ravenclaw (ka-KAW!) and Shellie is. . .
. . . A Slytherin.
I knew that chick was evil.
