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Hm. I wrote for once.

Mon, 17 Mar 2008 05:44:56 GMT

So there was a little short story contest thing and I decided to try it out... Harry Potter themed. Four paragraph maximum.
I actually liked what I wrote, especially for not having written fanfiction in a veryveryvery long time.
Anyway.
I really need to use this...

Title: Untitled
Rating: High Pg to Pg-13... I suck at ratings really.
Word count: 347
Character[s]: Remus and someone else
Warnings: Character Death
Disclaimer: I don't own it. I'm just borrowing, I swear!

The first thing he noticed once he got feeling back in his body was the odd taste in his mouth. It wasn’t the stale, slightly metallic, taste he normally flavored after transformations. No, it was very different than what he was used to. As he groggily tried to figure out what it was, the overwhelming taste of iron flooded his tongue and he was forced to vomit over the bloodied floor of the Shack.

The better part of his brain told him not to glance at the mess splattered around him. To roll over and wait for Pomfrey’s return to transfer him over to the Hospital Wing where the pain in his aching joints would be soothed. But his eyes caught a glimpse of blurred red, his vision not yet fully returned, and he ventured to wonder how damaged he really must be, if he were to be the source of so much blood that was now smeared on the walls. There was an object haphazardly set in the middle of one of the pools. Something he was sure he did not see while entering the Shack. Whatever it was, he destroyed it, he knew. Whatever was covered in black material… Eyes went wide and he looked down at the sick. That was… No… No, no, no, nono.

Weak legs scrambled to stand and knees gave way. He banged into the floor hard, knees and shins tearing even more from the wood, splinters catching in the skin. With a feeble cry, he was able to manage a crawl across the floor, panting, heart racing. The smell of whatever the object was had him choke down acid that was filling his mouth. It came back up the instant he saw the features still distinguishable on the face. Lips purple, parted as if frozen while receiving their last breath. A single eye staring glossily into nothing, its other torn from the skull. Hair was splayed wildly around the face. Oh, what a beautiful face it was… Now all stained with blood. Torn.

Remus crumpled beside Lily’s body and screamed.

Title: Untitled
Rating: PG. For slight language only.
Word count: 409
Character[s]: Lily
Warnings: Hinted Character Death
Disclaimer: I don't like lawyers. Not mine.

Such a chilly tunnel… Her hand lightly followed the side of the passageway. Dirt fell and coated the tips of her fingers and smeared in the creases on the pads. Wand held aloft, it emitted a soft glow on the area around her. This is where she saw them always sneaking to… What important destination did this tunnel lead to that would have them leave her alone for possibly two days at a time and not let her join? No matter. They were all in detention, unable to stop her from venturing to their secret hideaway.

It must’ve lead to Hogsmeade. She started walking the tunnel in that direction and she had yet to meet a turn so that must be the case. Ugh. Really, they should teach you a charm for freezing trees in seventh year. And they should definitely warn you that the tree would just deflect whatever you shot at it. How was she suppose to know that? Damn that Potter ( Yes. Potter. She will not be referring to him as James until the scratches on her arms heal completely ). If he just would tell her where they were going, she wouldn’t have to be sneaking around like this… Damn him and all the rest of his littl--

“Oof!” In her mental rant, she failed to notice the dead end of the tunnel and ran straight into it. Rubbing the spot where her wand had jabbed her in the stomach, she failed to see what would be so important about this place. It was just a silly dead end. She huffed angrily and made to go back when the light of her wand reflected off of something in the ceiling of the tunnel. She examined it closer in the dim light and realized it must be a trap door. So they’re sneaking into Hogsmeade this way, are they? She pushed up on the door once, twice, and poked her head through the opening when she managed to wrench the door loose. Well, this wasn’t familiar. Pushing on her arms, she pulled the rest of her body through the opening, able to now get a better look of this strange building. No, she had never entered this place, whatever it was. Maybe she had traveled further than Hogsmeade. But there’s no other town close by… Where was she…? And… What was that… sound?

Lily turned to look into the eyes of a werewolf and screamed.

Hurhurhur. Slit the throat.

Fri, 21 Dec 2007 10:55:25 GMT

I, just as every Tim Burton and/or Johnny Depp fan, have come back from the midnight showing of Sweeney Todd and have decided to put in my two cents on this very... original showing of the story for all to read.
[Or anyone that has that much time to kill.]

Of course, there'll be spoilers but hey, you chose to read on.

First, I'd like to flip back a few pages and start from where we were sitting in the theater, waiting for the time to slip away and the previews to begin.
It was a very... long wait. The people, idiots, that run the projector upstairs decided to have some technical difficulties and had us wait three quarters, forty-five minutes, longer than they originally intended us to wait.

But that's not the big part.

Who has seen proposals in movie theaters before? I for one, have not seen one until this night.
Around 11:3-something in the Pm, a man stands from his seat and calls for attention. Of course, the theater is full of kids and all that so jokes are cracked and what-not.
"I... have an announcement to make everyone!"
'YOU'RE GAY?'
"Ha... No... No and--"
'You're not?!' And the man's friend storms off half the aisle.
"Actually... I would like to propose to my girlfriend tonight..."
And in comes the 'Aw's and the cheering. It was a good way to spend the hour. Poor bloke... Didn't know if she would really accept then or not. Not exactly a romantic place is it? Floor all sticky, foot and a half of room to move about on the aisle... But she did and it was surprisingly very cute indeed.

ANYWAY.
On goes another hour and the previews come on.
I'll just say that I very likely won't be seeing any of them when they come out in theaters.

First off, I'd like to tip my hat at all the Harry Potter references throughout the movie. Thank you, Mr. Tim Burton, for giving us Harry Potter nerds something to laugh about that others would just not simply understand. Honestly, the character crossovers were too great. Timothy Spall having to play Rickman's do-everything man once more is perfect.

The look to the movie. Oh. It's a Tim Burton film, of course it's going to be colourful and beautiful and gorgeous. It had that old-time film grain to it which fit wonderfully with the monster movie idea that Burton had. The costumes were fantastic and extravagantly detailed, just as they should be. And the backdrop for all of London? Dark and dank and wicked. It fit.
The acting, with such a cast at hand, is guaranteed to be great. Johnny and Alan's ability to fit their roles so well came into play here. Helena, she looked the part but her expressions were lacking. Yes, you could still sense what emotions she was feeling through her eyes and how she looked at things, but it was very subtle. The rest of her features stayed very much the same when going from between her dreamy fantasy world to concerned. There's something I have to say about Sacha Baron Cohen and that's... Heh. Wow. Being one of the few that hasn't seen Borat and therefore, don't have anything much to turn my opinion on him, I found him to perfectly fit the role of Pirelli. Little bastard of a fraud... Comic relief character for the win.
I must say little Ed Sanders has a career already starting for him here. The kid's amazing. Jayne Wisener was just so innocent and Jamie Campbell Bower probably already has a fanclub starting if it hasn't already. He's going to get somewhere in life, that's for sure.

I have to point out that, sadly, this was my first R rated movie for me to see in theaters when it's... legal I suppose, without someone older. Yeah. Ten months of being seventeen and I haven't seen an R rated film like that until now. With that in mind, I hadn't really had a taste of what's included in a movie to receive such a rating. My R rated movie viewings are lacking. I did have an idea though, of the amount of blood that would be on screen. I had seen the musical and I had seen behind the scenes specials, and I have read the descriptions. But still. Wow.
Bloodbloodbloodbloodbloodbloodblood.
And strangely, Todd's death was the least bloodiest of them all. xD
So I was prepared for the copious amounts of spurting blood all over the set [and the camera lens], and I was prepared to witness chopped up bodies going into a meat grinder. That was still disgusting by the way. I was not prepared though, as foolish as it was, to watch body after body falling on the hard stone, right on their heads, and having more blood and brains scatter the floor. Every time, I winced.

The only thing I truly have something negative about is how they transitioned into song during some scenes. 'By the Sea', for one, was choppy compared to others such as 'No Place Like London'. Though, it is a musical, and you're prone to have the characters just randomly burst out into song and I shouldn't be complaining about that. But it did bother me a bit.
Besides that, it was grand.

Maybe the next time I go see it later in the week, we won't be having 'technical difficulties'. I want free candy because of that...
:Fist shake:

Writer's Block: Warning: Too good to just let sit.

Wed, 28 Nov 2007 05:52:53 GMT

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Warning:
Contents include copious amounts of criticism, sarcastic remarks, various outbursts of foul language, and highly flammable material. Have product sit in front of pages of fanfiction at all times. Do not put in high temperatures. Due to the explicit nature, parental discretion is advised.

Fri, 12 Oct 2007 21:44:46 GMT

So I had read a tip on writing that suggested, besides the obvious:
rewrite,
rewrite,
rewrite,
to just start on whatever topic you can think of and no matter how stupid you may think it is, to just continue
to just keep going until you cannot anymore
not that you can't think of anything more to write
but that you're physically unable to write anymore
that your hand is just too sore
and then in however many pages of what may seem like complete nonsense, you can find material you're able to use
material that is genius.

And so, one day, I had an urge.

A rant from my mind that’s directing my hand
Don’t think about it

I feel like writing.
I feel as if I should let
Out my mind and all it’s thoughts
Onto the page in the form of the English language and black ink.
I feel like letting my hand take control
And just wandering off into space, wherever it
May want to go.

I don’t feel like scratching out my mistakes
And starting over. I want to write until my hand becomes
Cramped and my handwriting becomes illegible. I don’t want
To stay in the lines, in the confinement of two printed bars
That keep everything straight and tidy. I want to burst forth and
Break the barriers, to wander off the ivory page and scribble on my hand
I want to curve my words around circles, I want everything to be read
Backwards. I wand someone to have to learn the code of a secret
Message I insert for no one else to read but me. I want to challenge the
Scholars and teach the new how to look at the different angles of the world.
I wand to rack my brain for any inspiration that might be hiding, shake anything loose
That has tried to hold onto its hiding place and won’t let go. I want to write that
Award winning novel, that famous sonnet. I wand to be given hours upon hours to fill up a journal
Of the most trivial nonsense. I hope to be able to jot down information into the margins,
To copy a recipe that was cooked out on the Food Network for all to see. I want to experiment
With different tastes and see people’s reactions. I want to write drama, mystery, adventure, and fantasy.
From self-help to accounting to how-to’s to travel. From philosophy to erotica to brochures to beyond. I want to
Know your opinions to how I explain, how I create the image that forms into your head. To know exactly
Every thread in the sofa and how it feels when one lays across it. I want people to cry for one’s death,
To smile at happy memories, to curl up in fear but unable to tear wide eyes away from the page as the
Horror unfolds. I want to be able to give all of that and more.

I want to yell at my mind when it refuses to let me have my memories back. I want to bash
It with a club when my subconscious dreams of fantasy wash away with the blaring alarm that
Wakes me every morning and push it away when the nightmare continues to haunt me. I don’t
Want my subconscious to keep control of what I remember and what I don’t. I want to type IN BIG
LETTERS to make myself noticeable and stand out. I don’t want to be normal. I don’t want routine.
I want everything to be random and spontaneous! I want to be surprised with the day and let it play
Out before me without giving it command. I want everything to be at peace but I must torture my characters
My characters cannot be happy, they cannot be in comfort. Something must cause conflict with every moment of
Their lives and I must feel sorry for them. I must feel sorry for fictional characters of my own
Creation or those of others. I must feel connected to them somehow in some way that allows me to
Vent feelings that I want to feel but don’t. To bring minor emotions to unfathomable sizes. Give
Frustration about life for someone just because I can’t find my pen. They must be intelligent.
They must be able to say suoicodilaipxecitsiligarfilacrepus without getting tongue tied.
They must seek logic but never find it, to always question it. They must be different.
They must be me. Me in another body only seen in our imagination where it changes
From person to person and only my mind is seeing them correctly. It is my character,
Only I know. I force them through situations that are unrealistic, it’s
Fiction so that’s how it must stay. I use them to leave the real world, to
Find a world so unlike this one that I become depressed when the
Story ends and I have to go back to read it again. My favored
Worlds are different, they belong to a world of fantasy
And I am able to visit them whenever I please, to
Surround myself in the world of daydream with
Only an unfocused stare and a face of
Relaxed concentration. I visit it every
Day and at random moments of odd
Hours. It procrastinates things that
Need to be done but still I
Go. And the worlds
Welcome me with
Open arms.
END

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I discovered a new way to write out pages to be type and have one written page actually equal more than one typed page
as long as it was written exactly how it was typed.
From corner to diagonally across corner.

Think of this as a look inside how I think, unplugged and unedited.

RAH ICONS [ 4rlzthstiem ]

Tue, 02 Oct 2007 04:03:14 GMT

S'not many so don't get your pants in a bundle.
I still need to get use to all of this... Call it a test.
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[x 10] Pirates of the Caribbean : Dead Man's Chest
[x 3] Jack Davenport

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RAH ICONS

Thu, 27 Sep 2007 01:59:30 GMT

Yeah, don't jump up and down all excited like because I have no graphics to show you... three or four that actually see this.
But-- after I'm finished with this stupid paper thing about having an epiphany-- I want to make icons.
Icons out the wazoo.
I've been highly tempted to enter myself into one of those 100 icon challenges but I haven't been able to bring up enough... inspiration to pull 100 icons out of my ass in so many weeks. Yes, I know that none of these want the icons all at the same time, nor do they have a very very short deadline, it's a mental thing.
BUT
I need ideas for icons. Characters, objects, themes, images if needed, something to get this inspiration train going so I can... Practice making something better than that thing up there. -Prods top corner-
I'm going to say I'm more... qualified for capturing the beauty of an image for an icon instead of thinking of something fitting for text.
Oh, let's just all say it together, that last sentence was a load of BS.
Anyway. Plea for inspiration. I want it to come home as soon as possible.
-Tapes up Missing poster-

Lookit! Dollies!

Fri, 24 Aug 2007 04:41:14 GMT

I was so bored, I swear I'm not drinking anything...
I had no other place I could post this the way I wanted to.
Part was inspired by the wonderful

rainbowserenity

and her AkuRoku comics.
The other part from those on the Pirates of the Caribbean thread on Gaia. ilu. :'D
:Shot:
Let's get on with it then...

Jack: -Cricri- My prec`ous swordie. Aw`l eaten up by the evil Saint Bernard pup. Will will ne`er be able to mend you.
`ow will I ev`r be able to defeat tha` meanie Davy now?

James: -Forced into the picture ; Grumblegrumble- You're allowed to borrow mine if you wish, Sparrow.
Jack: . . . Truly?
James: Just take the sword, will you?
Jack: -Squee!- Thank you, Jamesiekins!

Jack: Bit small but it'll do! -Hopeless-

Jack: See? A perfe`t fit!

Jack: HAHA DAVEH JONES! PHEAR MEH AND MAH SWORD!
Jones: . . . WTF n00b.
Jack: ... Wha`? D:

Jones: -Pulls out own sword- Harharar.
Jack: ... Oh fuck.

Jack: -Pulls out pistol-
Jones: You really think you can kill me-ah with ah pistol?

Jack: I can kill yer hat.
Jones: ... Curse you.
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xD Don't even bother directing me to some asylum.
I know the way.

Finally.

Thu, 26 Jul 2007 07:03:59 GMT

So... After an extra long time of not actually using this for something... I've decided to actually toss my thoughts into the bubbling cauldron of... bubbliness.
...
...
...
I got nothing.

Honestly, my mind's a complete blank and there's nothing going through it.

Maybe I should actually go to bed on time for once. -___-
It's not like I don't want to go to bed but... The internet is too addicting. So much... stuff. I like stuff. Random stuff that you'll never care about again but at that precise moment you're reading about it or looking at it, it's the most important thing right then and there. I get a lot of that kind of stuff.

I need to get out more.

Yes. you really do.

Shut up. xP

Fri, 16 Feb 2007 06:27:00 GMT

Mm
Must we have an introduction entry?

Yes, Fannie, we must.

:Sigh:
Yes, all right.
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This is us.
Fannie.
Hello.

Hi.

This will most likely be the longest entry in our Lj's life since once we learn the wonders of

Linking!

And all other tricks, hopefully, this place becomes a bit more organized.

It's not like it's overly crowded now anyway.

There are two sides of us... Me...

The physical being.

The muse.

The muse stays up late.

The being is too exhausted to operate correctly.

It's a very... difficult relationship.

Although we somehow continue living along just fine.

It's how Fannie is.
Complex // Exhausted // Inspired // Cramped

Creative // On-Going // Stumbler // Flirt

Sure, make fun of us as you wish.

But you can't bring me down that way.

Only fight harder.

Hello.