Creative Writing session

O tipa de pe FB, membra a comunitatii de HP fan fiction writers a organizat un prim „curs”, la care online am participat doar eu, si ne-a dat si tema pentru acasa (lol, de cand n-am mai avut asa ceva XD)
Tipa uraste songficurile, asa ca ne-a avertizat de la inceput sa luam cateva cuvinte sau maxim un vers intreg dintr-un cantec pe care ni l-a dat ea, si pornind de la ele sa facem mici drabbles. Eu cred ca e un exercitiu bun pentru NaNo si au iesit idei de aici ;))

Nu am sa spun ce cantec era. E posibil sa va prindeti imediat, pentru ca am ales 5 versuri din el – cele mai interesante, and it might sound familiar ;))
Dupa Trifecta, chestia asta a picat la fix. Si las si comentariul cu care am trimis tema, pentru ca in prima noastra convorbire, Ivana a accentuat rolul culorilor si temelor in scris – asa ca m-am bagat si eu un pic pe felie, sa ii arat ca am invatat ceva de la ea.

„It was a very interesting assignment. I’ve participated in the Trifecta Challenge a few times, but I like what I came out with here more. I have marked the drabbles that are original and the ones that are fan fiction works. I tried to use colors in the last one as an extra motif, and I tried for dark themes, because somehow the lyrics, taken separately, have managed to point me to „that way”. My characters just took the story out of my hands and I can’t be more grateful for it XD”

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1. I’m limited (original)

I am afraid to look inside my self, because I know I am limited. And that is ugly, and by Gods, I wish you will never see it. I never knew it, not until I began to long for your eyes, and for your soft locks of hair burning in the weak September sun. And now I am doing my best to run away from myself, run to you, because I believe you have what it takes to make me cross that limit. But will you still look at me when you see the ugly truth? Will you accept to give more, and lose more of yourself, for this damned soul prostating itself before you?

2. (Like) a stream that meets a boulder (fan fiction)

Potter is at it again, Draco observes with a wistful expression. Day by day and even far into the night, Harry Potter trains for the final task of the Triwizard Tournament. Granger and the Weasel follow him everywhere, of course, and while Granger is somewhat useful, looking for all the right books, the Weasel is not even a decent sparring partner. Draco is everything Potter ever needed, but Potter will never see it. Potter wrote Draco off a long time ago.
Draco might be a stream that meets a boulder and looks for escape routes around it, but Potter is a stream that breaks down all boulders in its path, be it Voldemort, a Potions test, or…Draco’s only heart.

3. Halfway through the wood (fan fiction)

It starts with a tiny, little crack. He doesn’t even notice it. Why doesn’t he notice? it wonders, as more and more magic in forced through it and through her. The tiny crack wails and the wails crack more. The magic is strong, but the mind is not. Surely, he should know what he is doing, he, the unworthy one! But he does not; he keeps slashing, and tearing, and blasting the shields of the old fortress. And the knight in Golden armor is waiting for him, leading the army of children who fight for the bright future the adults have already given up on.
The tiny crack is walfway through the wood when the wizard realizes he has lost.
It is the wizard’s time to wail. His green light will wait no more.

4. (Like a) handprint on my heart (original)

How dare you? he asks the woman sitting with her back strainght in a chair, in front of him, arms folded gracefully in her lap, a cup of chamomille tea on a small table in front of her. How can you still stare at me like that, after everything you have done to me? You smile like you don’t know the torment you put me through, the nights I have stayed awake, clinging to a caress, a whisper, a whisp of your perfume. You smile like you don’t know that your long, red nails have reached so deep that I can literally see your handprint on my heart!
And yet you stand there and tell me, with a secretive smile on your face, that our little love story is done. That I shall see you no more. That I have lost you to a rival I can never compete with.
…that you have less than one month left to live.
You are evil, woman. You are heartless.

5. I have been changed for good (fan fiction, M/M slash)

Hello, Harry. Do you remember me? It must be awful, staying in that sickly white bed all day long, waiting for some nurse to come administer your medication and bestow colorful words of kindness upon that white canvass that makes your world now. It should be awful for me to stay here, by your side, and watch you frown in confusion every time you see me.
It is, and at the same time, it is not.

It is, because I love you. I should have told you this before you admitted your feelings, and before that despicable curse hit you. That girl with fiery hair that reminds you so much of your deceased mother, was she really your friend? Would a friend curse you with forgetfulness, with the inability to remember me and our love? No matter, her equally fiery blood has been spilt on your white walls a long time ago.

It is not, because I still see you. You still smile at this ugly, snakelike face, like you’ve seen an old friend. And your hand is as warm now as it was the first time I managed to steal a kiss. And I still can steal a kiss, every day. Even falling asleep next to your love and waking up next to a stranger is something that you will never deny me.

Look at the great Lord Voldemort, leaving the Ministry and the World behind, succumbing to curious green eyes and goofy, gryffindorish grins! Look at Lord Voldemort, leaving behind his crowns, his lockets and his diaries! Look at all his rewritten future and say that I haven’t been changed! I have been changed for good, haven’t I? Shouldn’t this scare me more? What an odd concept: Lord Voldemort, scared of himself. If only you could hear me now, my sleeping Harry.

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