20 years ago today Harry Potter received his letter to Hogwarts, and the world of literature was changed forever.
Sense then Potter fans have read 7 books seen 8 movies and 1 play. Like the little black dress Harry Potter has become both iconic and will never go out of style. I know I've talked your ear off multiple times before about Harry Potter, so for the 20th anniversary instead of a long and wordy essay on why I love Harry Potter (Click here if that's something you really want to read instead.) I've decided to answer a few Me Myself & I Harry Potter related questions instead.
1. Your favorite Harry Potter book
My favorite is definitely The Goblet Of Fire. I love that its a great change of pace in the series. I also loved how you got to get to know other wizarding schools.
2.Your favorite Harry Potter movie
I honestly cant decide between The Goblet Of Fire (yes I actually really loved the movie.) and The Half Blood Prince.
3. Your least favorite female character
With out a doubt it has to be Dolores Umbridge. I was honestly disappointed that she made it to threw the series.
4. Your least favorite male character
Here's where people get angry with me, but my least favorite character is Snape. I don't think all can be forgiven just because Harry's dad picked on him in school and the fact that he was in love with Harry's mom. He only "saved" Harry because he loved Lilly, but he also tortured him because he was Jame's son. All cant be forgiven just because of "Always."
5. If you were sorted what house would you be in?
I have been sorted a couple years ago my mom and I went to the Harry Potter exhibit in Seattle and we were lucky enough to be chosen to be sorted by the sorting hat. We were both sorted into Hufflepuff and for someone who is a big fan of loyalty I was very happy to be put into this house. I just have to work on the patients thing.
6. What would your favorite class be?
I think I would like either Transfigurations or Care of Magical Creatures.
7. Who is your favorite professor?
I actually had to stop and think about this one. I know I can definitely tell you who my least favorite is haha. My favorite teacher would probably have to be Lupin.
8. If you could bring one character back to life who would it be?
It definitely wouldn't be Cedric (15 blog points if you know why.) I would have to say I would either bring back Fred or Tonks.
9. If you could meet one member of the cast who would it be?
I gave this one a lot of thought as well. At first I was going to say James and Oli Phelps but then I changed my mind to Emma Watson. I would like to talk about books and general life stuff with her. She seems like the type of person who would give great advice.
10. If you could use one spell which would you chose?
Does apparition count as a spell?
11. Do you have any Harry Potter related tattoos?
No I don't. One of these days I plan to get a small snitch with the words "I open at the close." but for now I don't.
12. Have you been to The Wizarding World Of Harry Potter?
Sadly no I haven't but it is on my bucket list, as well as going to the Harry Potter studios in London.
13. Do you have a favorite Death Eater?
14. Who is your favorite Weasley?
Definitely Fred and George.
15. Who is your favorite male character?
16. Who is your favorite female character?
Tonks, not only is she a kick ass witch shes also a kick ass Hufflepuff.
17. A scene from the books you wish was in the movies
I would have liked to see the scene where Harry and Ron go down to the Hogwarts kitchen and see Dobby and Winky.
18. A scene from the films you wish was different
I wish they would have done more with the department of mysteries in the Order Of The Phoenix. All though I do know do to budget they couldn't.
19. If you got the chance to ask J K Rowling one question what would you ask?
*SPOILER! I know some of my friends haven't read he books yet.* I would question her about the horcrux in Harry. It has always sort of bothered me that she says basilisk venom can destroy a horcrux, but when Harry is bit down in the chamber of secrets the horcruxs living inside him doesn't die. What's up with that Jo?
20. Lastly chose a hollow
The invisibility cloak.
I hope you all enjoyed this post. If you would like to answer these questions yourself copy and past it into the comments below so I can see your answers too. Happy Potterversary everyone (cheesy yes but I don't care.)
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The new trailer for Pitch Perfect 3 is here! I for one can't be more excited for this movie. To be honest I was a bit worried at first that the story line would be something completely off the wall ridiculous, but its *so far.* lived up to everything I love about the movies. My only complaint *and unpopular opinion.* is that they seam to be focusing too much on Fat Amy in this one. Don't get me wrong I love her charterer, but it looks like they are trying a little to hard to milk the funny and love the fans have for her in this one. No matter what you all know I will be seeing the movie in December.
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Yesterday a group of friends and I went on a hike to Lewis Falls. It was a lot of fun, I took a extreme amount of pictures including a set of Paris In My Pocket pictures. This trip nearly was the end of PIMP as I had dropped the Eiffel Tower into some brush. Luckily it landed on a rock and only took a short couple minutes to find. I will be uploading the non Paris pictures in to the My Photos section some time this weekend, as well as posting them on Facebook. For now I hope you enjoy A Waterfall In Paris. *Links are all in blue.*
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Short story by me.
Nathaniel didn't like to call it revenge; Returning the favor sounded much nicer. The small kingdom of Chance never saw it coming. There had been neither rumors nor whispers of it in the neighboring kingdoms, nor, had there been anything like it before. The Sleeping Death is what they had learned to call the disease. It crept into their homes a clear blue mist filling the rooms, taking their last breath whilst they slept.
Hundreds upon thousands of people lay dead throughout the country, yet King Edwin was unconcerned. King Edwin liked to surround himself with psychics and mediums. His favorite was a psychic named Bastian. Bastian told the king "Since you are of royal blood, noting but a natural death would ever bestowed you." It was this remark that led the King to believe that his beloved castle was disease-proof. Upon this revelation, he developed the plan to invite a thousand of his closest friends and family to the castle for a grand supper.
That is partly how Nathaniel found himself sitting in a chair inside the grand ballroom at the biggest table he had ever seen in his life. The people who surrounded the table spoke, laughed and ate as though death wasn't just outside the door. "Christian," Queen Daisy called down to Nathaniel with a delighted smile upon her face. (Christian was the name if Nathaniel's twin brother.) Christian had befriended the Queen when she was just a child; he was her oldest friends and closest confidant. Christian was the other reason why he found himself inside at the supper.
A few days prior, Nathaniel had been on a hunting trip with his brother when it had happened. The Sleeping Death entered the kingdom that night-taking Nathaniel's wife Ella. His heart both broke and hardened that day, It broke over the death of Ella, but it hardened when he went to the King and asked him to help his kingdom. Because he was Christian's brother; the King agreed to talk to him. "This Sleeping Death you talk of has nothing to do with me, nor has it anything to do with my family. I see no reasoning in why I should help you." King Edwin said.
"Does not have anything to do with you? Your Royal Highness, your kingdom is dying beneath your feet! For each night that passes, more and more of the people your people are succumbing to death. How does this not concern you?" Nathaniel asked, hatred attaching itself to every word as it spilled from his mouth.
"I have nothing more to say to you but to ask you if you would deliver this invitation to your brother from my wife. She would very much like him to come to our supper this Friday. Tell him it would mean everything to her to have him here with us," King Edwin said taking a small rolled up piece of parchment from Bastian. As Nathaniel took the invitation, the King smiled, "Have a lovely night."
Upon returning home, Nathaniel told his brother the story of what had happened at the castle. He then presented his brother with the invitation from Queen Daisy. "I have yet to see why she loves him so. He is nothing but narcissistic and pompis. He should be helping what is left of his people, not celebrating the deaths of those who have been taken." Christian paused, looking from his brother to the invitation. "You will go in my stead," he said.
"Me?" Nathaniel asked a bit baffled at his brother's words. "I want nothing to do with this supper. For all I care about this supper is for King Edwin to choke upon his fancy food. It is what he deserves."
"Precisely, brother." Christian said with a mischievous smile upon his lips. "Would you like to hear my plan?" Nathaniel nodded slightly, not sure he truly wanted to hear this plan, but also not sure he truly didn't. "You shall go as me, whilst you are there, you shall present King Edwin with a bottle of my finest hand-made wine. (King Edwin has said before he can not resist a drop of my wine.) He will drink the whole bottle himself. However this wine will nit be like any other I have made for him before. For this wine will be laced with pokeberries: half a glass and he shall succumb to death. It is what he deserves for letting his people suffer whilst he sits around and dines with friends." Nathaniel was taken with the idea immediately.
(Present day.) "Yes, Daisy?" Christian (Nathaniel) replied, smiling at the Queen.
"How is your poor brother doing? I hear through the whispers maids that Ella has been taken by the Sleeping Death." Queen Daisy said.
"He is devastated, Mum. Ella was the love of his life. He will find another like her I fear." Christian (Nathaniel) explained with much sorrow. Pain shown in the Queen's eyes.
"There will be no more talk of death. WE are here to celebrate great friends, great family and great health!" King Edwin Roared from the head of the table.
"To health!" the res of the table repeated raising their glasses as well. He raised his glass full of Christian's fine wine to his lips and began to drink. King Edwin brought his free had to his throat, the room fell silent as he started to choke violently. Fear filled eyes locked with Nathaniel's as he slumped forward to his death.
Queen Daisy rose to her feet and rushed to her husbands side. "Edwin! Edwin!" she scrame shaking the King.
"Hes gone my Queen." Bastian said wrapping his arms around her. Bastian looked down the table to Nathaniel.
Nathaniel slowly rose to his feet. Wine glass in his hand. "Long live the King." He said a cruel smile upon his lip he turned and slowly walked out of the castle. Once at the castle gates he stopped to take one last look at the castle. Just in time to see the Sleeping Death slowly creeping under the castle doors.
I have had a few people ask me recently when I will be posting The Train To Paris photo series. The series itself isn't 100% finished, but I have decided to open up the page and let you see what I have been working on so far. I promise there is more to come so please be patient.
For those of you who are new or just don't really know the Paris In My Pocket section is split up into 3 separate parts. At the top of the website you will see Paris In My Pocket, if you hover your cursor over the title 2 drop down sections will pop up. The Storybook Series and The Train To Paris Series, you can click on either of those and see the pictures I took just for those series. However you can also click on Paris In My Pocket and be taken to a bunch of other Paris In My Pocket pictures I have taken over the years.
I also wanted to take some time and get a little sappy with you guys. I wanted to thank all of you for all the love and support I get with this photo series. I honestly didn't think it would last this long. I have tons of ideas for more photos coming soon. If you ever have any ideas you think would look great or places *realistically* you would like to see me take Paris pictures leave a message in the comments. I am always up for taking suggestions. Just remember if you suggestion isn't picked its not that I didn't like it, it just means the picture for whatever reason didn't work out or couldn't be done.
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A short story by me.
Ever since Connor could remember, the people in town held a secret: The secret of the thousands of missing people and The Keeper of the Woods who took them. He had heard the story of the first one taken more times than he could count.
In the early 1900’s, the Highland family lived in small house on the edge of Larkin Woods. A widower named Charlotte and her two children (Emmett age fourteen and Julian age nine.) One warm Saturday morning mid-summer, Emmett took his younger brother into the woods to teach him how to hunt. By nightfall, the boys had yet to return home. Worried, Charlotte decided to look for them; grabbing her shawl and a lantern, she set off into the woods to find her children.
Charlotte wandered around for hours calling their names, Soon, the softness of woods was filled with the sounds of crying all around her. Frightened, Charlotte took off running towards home. Before she could get to the edge of the woods, she tripped over a stump, the lantern flying from her grasp landing mere feet in front of her. Suddenly, the crying stopped. In the faint light of the fallen lantern, she rose to her feet. Turning, Charlotte realized what she had tripped over wasn’t a stump at all; it was her youngest son Julian.
Charlotte ran to his side, all the color was gone from his young face, leaving him as white as a cloud. As she lifted her son into her arms, she could hear him say, “Finders keepers, finders keepers, no more light of day. Finders keepers, finders keepers, forever in the woods you will stay.” Julian was never able to tell his mother what happened that day in the woods, and Emmett was never seen again.
Connor came bursting through his best friend Morgan’s bedroom door. “Do you ever knock?” Morgan asked looking up from the YouTube video he had been watching on his laptop.
“Didn’t think I ever had to. I mean I practically live here anyway, so what's the point?” Connor replied as he flopped down on Morgan’s bed. “I came up with the perfect end of summer plan.” A smile slowly spread across his face. Morgan had been best friends with Connor since they were both five-years-old, over the year,Morgan learned that good things rarely followed that smile.”No, no whatever it is no.” Morgan said.
“Oh come on, Morgan, just hear me out on this one. It’s something we have been talking about doing for years,” Connor said excitement dripping from his every word. Morgan just sat there waiting for Connor’s dramatic pause to end. “We, you and me, the fantastic duo.”
“No one calls us that,” Morgan interrupted.
“Well, they should, and they definitely will after we spend the night in Larkin Woods and find The Keeper.” Connor was practically bouncing with excitement. Morgan hit play on his laptop, the sound of video he had been watching now filled the room. Connor rolled off the bed, walked over and shut Morgan’s laptop. “Hear me out on this.”
Morgan sighed leaning back in his chair. “Fine.” he said. “You have 5 minutes, go.”
The smile returned to Connor’s face. “It’s the last thing on the list of things we want to do before our senior year. We can tell our parents were going camping in Baker Park for the weekend. Larkin Woods is about a mile away from there. We camp there during the night then during the day we go to the woods and look for The Keeper,” he said.
“That’s just an old story that people made up years ago to keep the kids out of the woods,” Morgan replied. “Besides, nobody has gone missing.”
“Taken,” Connor corrected him.
“Gone missing,” Morgan repeated, “In months. It’s just stories, Con, nothings out there.”
The smile on Connor’s face fell. “Why do you always have to pop my bubble? So no one has been taken in months?” Morgan opened his mouth, “Taken!” Connor said annoyed. Morgan shut his mouth, “That many people don’t just disappear without a trace. You can’t just lose that many people. They were taken by The Keeper. You know that, and I know that, and as for that little no one has gone missing for months theory.” Connor reached into his back pocket and pulled out a folded up piece of paper unfolded it, then slid it across the desk to Morgan. He started skimming the paper. “Cydney Baker age nineteen went missing 3 days ago along with her also nineteen-year-old boy friend Jackson Harris. They were last seen hiking around Larkin Woods. Say The Keeper isn’t real; Say it’s just some story from way back when, but these are real people Morgan. Flesh and blood, and fingers crossed, still breathing people. Now, if we don’t find The Keeper maybe we can find them and bring them back home to their families. Are you really going to say no to that?”
Morgan had to admit Connor had a point.He did like the idea of going out and finding these teens and bringing them home, not for the sake of being a hero, he liked helping people just for the sake of helping them. It gave him the best sort of feeling. Connor knew this about him. He knew that this news article would be the one thing, the proverbial straw that breaks the camel’s back one could say in getting him to say the four words Connor had been wanting to hear since he burst through Morgan's door that day. “When do we leave?”
Connor had been packed since the night before, he burst in on Morgan; he had not only already found Morgan’s sleeping bag and two person tent, but he had convinced both sets of parents some best friend mini vacation time was the perfect way to end the summer. The trip out to Baker’s Park was one they had taken a thousand times. Connor was convinced he could drive all the way there with his eyes closed. Not that Morgan would ever let him try.
“Hey Con,” Morgan called out as he walked towards their shared campsite. “Where have you been? No human takes that long to pee. You’re going to be taking the whole site down by yourself now,” Connor complained. That’s when he noticed that Morgan hadn’t returned back to camp alone. He had two people with him. The guy looked as if he couldn’t be more than sixteen, while the girl looked more their own age. “Who’s this?” he asked. A cheeky smile appeared on Morgan’s face. “This is Hazel and her cousin Kyle. Hazel is Cydney’s younger sister. They’re here to look for her. I suggested they come along with us. The bigger the group, the harder it will be to get lost.”
It didn’t take the group long to get things ready for their first day of searching. “Can I just ask one thing?” Kyle, who had been relevantly quiet until now. (Connor assumed it was because he didn’t actually want to be here. The kid was jumpier than a Turkey on Thanksgiving.) “Shoot,” Connor replied. “What do we do if we get separated?” You could see the fear in his eyes. Everyone in the group could tell being taken was something he was afraid, something that would actually happen to them. “Glad you asked dude.” Morgan said digging into his backpack. He pulled out a set of walkie-talkies. Connor couldn’t help but laugh as he pulled out another set of walkie-talkies. The appearance of the two sets of walkie-talkies seemed to put Kyle at ease a bit.
“Here’s the plan,” Connor began surveying the small group. "We set the walkie’s to frequency 2, they can go up to four miles before you lose anyone. Keep your walkie close to you at all times. Morgan is going to be the keeper of the map.” Kyle glared at him. If just the word keeper was going to get a reaction from him Connor knew he was going to have some extra fun this weekend. “If you see or hear anything report speak up. We only have about six hours of sunlight left so we should head out now.”
The whole trip was exciting and straight out of the movies. Just thinking of maybe finding the legendary Keeper gave him a strange rush of adrenaline.There was a strange sort of calm to Larkin Woods. However as he looked around, Connor realized there were no animals around. No sign of deer, birds, not even a random chipmunk.The thought of this should have concerned him, but it just made the excitement build. “Not really what I expected,” Hazel said.
“What exactly were you expecting?” Kyle asked.
“I thought it would be darker, scarier in a way kind of horror film, esk. This is more bright lights and Disney.”
“That’s what The Keeper wants you to think,” Kyle mumbled.
They continued through the woods in almost complete silence t for the next half-hour. Connor wandered off for a pee break, that's when he heard it the first time; the sound of breathing. It was so close at first, he had thought one of the others had followed him. Looking around, he saw nobody. Connor shook his head removing the thought of breathing from his mind, There was nothing in the story of The Keeper about breathing. He was just getting too caught up in the whole situation they were all in. Shrugging it off, he went back to the group.
“Is it just me, or does anyone else have the feeling that we are constantly being watched?” Hazel asked looking around the area they had stopped in. “For the last few minutes, I keep thinking something is watching me. Not just behind me but in front of me and on both sides all at once.” The rest of the group were all looking at her blank looks on their faces. “I’m not crazy.’
“It’s The Keeper.” Morgan said. “The story; we have all been fed these stories about missing people and the thing in the woods. It’s a natural defense for our bodies to be scared right now. There’s no such thing as The Keeper.”
“Kyle, buddy, you okay?” Hazel asked her cousin. Kyle hadn’t talked since they had entered the woods. He was always looking blankly around like he was waiting for something bad to happen.
“Memories,” he said.
“Come again?” Connor asked confusion written all over his face.
“The people who make it out, the ones who get away from The Keeper, they have no memory of any of it. What happened to them where the people they were with went. They don’t even know if The Keeper is a guy or a girl. They could be anyone, anywhere, at any time,” Kyle replied barely over a whisper.
“Okay then. I think it’s time to get Kyle moving. Having him in one spot for long isn’t a good idea. He's too scared. If we don’t find Cydney and Jackson by tonight, Kyle can stay behind at camp while we all go out and look.” Morgan suggested.
“No!” Kyle frantically yelled. “I want to be here. I want to look. I have to.” He were staring at Hazel as if she were about to lash out at him for Morgan’s suggestion. Hazel. Connor noticed had a controlling yet calming in her eyes. It was almost like she was talking to Kyle without words.
“Okay, then it’s settled; Kyle stays. Lets just get moving before the run out of daylight,” Hazel said the look in her eyes replaced with a happier one.
As they were walking, they tapered off from each other a bit, occasionally calling out for the missing teens. “Jackson! Jackson can you hear us?” Connor yelled. “Shhh,” came a voice he didn’t recognize. “Jackson?” Connor questioned the air. “Shhh!” came the voice again. This time Connor could have sworn the voice came from behind him. He spun around expecting to find someone standing there, only to be met by a tree. That’s when he saw it, or at least he thought he saw it. Eyes: human eyes as blue as the sky on the tree as if it were alive, Connor blinked and the eyes were gone. He ran to Morgan’s side. “The trees.” he panted. “The trees are alive, not plant type alive, but they have eyes! They can talk! One of them just told me to shh!”
“Not you too, this isn’t Narnia. This is Larkin Woods. The trees here can’t talk, and there is no way they have eyes. You must have caught a glimpse of a bird or something,” Morgan said.
“Wake up and think logically for a minute. When was the last time you saw any animal in these woods?” Connor asked. “Because there aren’t any. Don’t you think there’s something majorly not right with that?”
“I am thinking logically. I seem to be the only person who is right now, Everyone else seems to be going insane,” Morgan argued back.
“Who’s going insane?” Hazel asked swinging her walkie-talkie back and forth by the antenna.
“You all are. I don’t know how many times I have to tell you, there is no such thing as The Keeper. People come in here and get lost, then are never seen again,” Morgan told her. Hazel’s face went blank, a tiny bit of anger shown in her eyes. “That is my sister out there, she is the smartest person I have ever know. Cydney has been a hiker all her life there is no way in hell she just got lost in the woods. Now, you have a choice stick with us and help us look for her or...”
“Hey guys?” Connor spoke over the end of Hazel’s sentence. Hazel and Morgan both looked at him as though they were ready to smack him for interrupting their argument. “Where’s Kyle?” Hazel spun around fear replacing her previous hate filled eyes. "That girl's emotions change faster than the hands on a clock." Connor noted. “He was just standing right here, I told him I was going to talk to you. He said he was going to stand right here,” Hazel said frantically.
Just then, the woods were filled with the high-pitched screams. The screams were coming from every direction. “Kyle! Kyle! Can you hear me?” Morgan yelled as loud as he could into the walkie-talkie. “Kyle! Where are you?” The screaming was getting louder Hazel,Connor, and Morgan all fell to the ground hands over their ears in attempt to keep out the screams. The ground started to shake. Morgan looked up and let out a yell of his own. All of the trees had eyes they were looking straight at him. The screams some how were coming from the trees. He tried to stand up, however as he began to move, two hands came from the shaking ground wrapping their dirt covered fingers around his ankles.
To his right, he could vaguely hear Connor calling his name. Connor reached out grabbing Morgan’s leg to try and pull him free from the hands. Larkin Woods went black, the screaming and shaking stopped, Connor could hardly see Morgan but continued to pull. As he pulled Morgan free, daylight shone upon them again. Morgan toppled forward causing Connor to fall backward onto the ground where Hazel had been mere moments before. “Hazel! Hazel where did you go?’ He scream into the walkie-talkie.
“Finders keepers, finders keepers, no more light of day. Finders keepers, finders keepers, forever in the woods you will stay.” A voice came from the walkie-talkie. Connor threw his walkie-talkie to the ground. He stared at the walkie-talkie as it were going to lash out and bite him. “Non-believers are never leavers,” the voice said.
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Morgan asked, fear evident in every word.
“Are you serious? You are going to sit there and tell me you don’t know what that means?” Connor spat back. “Ever since we have stepped foot into this damn place, you have done nothing but say The Keeper isn’t real! The Keeper is obviously pissed off, and he’s going to keep us now!”
“My fault, my fault? You’re the one who dragged me here!” Morgan spat back.
“The Keeper said non-believers, Morgan; you said, 'The Keeper wasn’t real', and then, all hell broke lose. That’s all on you!” Conner yelled.
A rustling sound came from the trees behind them. Both boys shot up and huddled together. “Connor’s right, you, know,” Kyle said as he stepped out of the shadows of the trees. “I tried to tell you to be scared, I tried telling you that you needed to be worried!” He hissed at the boys in front of him. “Neither of you listened to me! You treated this like a game and kept telling me not to believe. But now you will see, You will see why you should be scared and why you should have just stayed home!”
“Kyle.” Morgan started.
“My names not Kyle!”
“Then what is your name?’
“It’s Emmett Highland.”
“That’s not possible. Emmett went missing over a hundred years ago. He’s dead,” Connor said. His hands were starting to shake. He didn’t know what he could believe anymore.
“The Keeper doesn’t kill you. The Keeper keeps you forever. It’s more of a collection than a grave. I, the first one, am the special one,” Emmett said. His words sent chills down Connor and Morgan’s spines. Connor was visibly shaking now. Morgan was petrified with fear. “Do you want to know what The Keeper does with her collection?” Emmett asked.
“Her collection?” Connor stuttered out.
“Yes, Connor, The Keeper is a girl,” Hazel said coming out from behind the same tree as Emmett had just been. “Surprise!” she said in a high pitched, sarcastic, girly squeal. Hazel strut forward toward Connor and Morgan, an almost animalistic smile on her face. “Don’t be scared pet.” She reached out and stroked Connor’s hair. He slapped her hand away. “You really don’t have to worry about anything Connor. Morgan on the other hand,” Morgan was frozen in place; his fight or flight instinct was all he could think of. “I should really congratulate the two of you. You technically did find Cydney and Jackson.” She pointed to a set of trees to the left of where Morgan was standing. “You see boys the poem does say forever in the woods you will stay. I really take this place to heart.”
“What about Emmett? Why isn’t he part of the woods?” Morgan asked fear dripping from his every word.
“I was lonely, I needed a pet. So, I chose Emmett. Connor will make an excellent pet and the perfect playmate for my Emmett. You on the other hand annoy me. In fact, you tend to bore me to tears. I've been meaning to add a pond to this place for centuries now. I think one in the shape an eye would be a perfect tourist spot.” Hazel sent an icy glare towards Morgan. Hundreds of hands came through the ground wrapping themselves around Morgan pulling him through the soil. Morgan could feel an icy cold liquid all around him. In the distance, he could hear Connor screaming, he could see a blurry version of Connor trying to get to him but he couldn't move. He was sinking deeper and deeper words and sounds now became nothing. Eventually Morgan was gone.
“Morgan! Morgan Andrew Peters, get your ass up!” Connor yelled as he jumped onto Morgan’s bed. Morgan shot up in bed gasping for air. He looked frantically looked around the room. No trees, no Hazel no Kyle/Emmett, just old movie posters and his spaz of a best friend. “I’m not going camping with you,” Morgan rasped out.
“How did you know I was going to ask you to go camping with me?” Connor asked cocking, his head to one side like a puppy.
No it's not another Harry Potter reference, Connor and Morgan are back for another short story. I really have grown a liking to these two characters and have a possible book idea with them in mind. In their latest story "The Keeper" Connor and Morgan go searching for a girl believing to be taken by the legendary Keeper who lives in their local woods.
This story was actually an assignment for my English class this quarter. The assignment was to write a narrative essay based on a painting by Salvador Dali. The painting then becomes the whole story, your people,place,and plot all happen around what is in the painting you chose. I for one really liked this assignment. It was really hard to settle on just one painting but once I saw his painting simply titled "Eye" I was eminently inspired.
*Scroll down for a sneak peak of "The Keeper".*
Finders keepers, finders keepers, no more light of day. Finders keepers, finders keepers, forever in the woods you will stay.
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Before we talk about the new series I wanted to announce that I am currently looking into getting Paris In My Pocket officially trademarked. I have given it a lot of thought, yesterday I decided the time was now or never. I really enjoy doing this series and I would love to keep it my own. If any of you know someone or have legally trademarked anything yourself please contact me I have a few questions. Please don't just google it then contact me saying "I read somewhere once..." I'm taking this very serious and would like to get this done very soon.
Now onto my new P.I.M.P *shout out to my sister Shelly for the acronym* photo series. Near where I live there are 2 sets of old tracks going threw town. Yesterday while the weather was actually nice I wen't down one of the sets and took a few pictures for my new series "The Train To Paris". As soon as the weather clears up again and I have enough free time I'm going to walk down the second set of tracks for a bunch more pictures.
It has been a really long time sense I have sat down and wrote an actual update post. Better late then never I guess. For those of you who don't already know *and I'm sure most of you already do.* I am currently in the middle of my Spring quarter of college. I have been doing one online class and two on campus classes.
I am also currently working on a new photography project for my mom that I'm pretty excited about as well. This year as her Mother's Day present we are going to be doing a smoke bomb photoshoot.
This photoshoot is something I have really wanted to try for a long time now. My mom has also been wanting to get her photo taken so when I pitched her the idea we just ran with it. The date fr the shoot hasn't been set yet and we are still working out what she will wear, were on the hunt for the perfect dress. We do however have a place and the colors of the smoke already picked out. I will keep you all up to date and maybe even do a behind the scenes blog post.
Speaking of photos, I have a bunch of Paris In My Pocket pictures that I am going to upload very very soon. I also have a new Paris series in the works. I just need the great weather and the time to get it done. I have a really good feeling about his series I think you will all really like it.
Short stories have been shelved for the time being. I have had the worst writers block lately. I sit down with an idea and cant seem to find the right words. I think I need a day just to sit and chill and write whatever comes to mind, just to see of I can break threw the block.
As well as doing things on this page I am happy to say I am also working on a website for a friend of mine. He is going to start selling his art online and asked me if I was able to help out with the website. When that is officially up and running I will definitely share it on here so you can all go and check out his amazing art.
I'm going to have to stop here.... If I continue I will be late for class. Keep an eye out for new stuff soon.
XO That One Girl
30 song answers about me that I bet you didn't know.
1. A song you like with a color in the title
Welcome To The Black Parade - My Chemical Romance
2. A song you like with a number in the title
3. A song that reminds you of summertime
Cake By The Ocean - DNCE
4. A song that reminds you of someone you would rather forget
Thank You-Simple Plan
5. A song that needs to be played loud
Shout Out To My Ex -Little Mix
6. A song that makes you want to dance
Burn - Ellie Goulding
7. A song to drive to
We Own It - 2 Chainz & Wiz Khalifa
8. A song that makes you happy
Clouds - One Direction
9. A song that makes you sad
God's Will - Martina McBride
10. A song from your preteen years
MMMBob - Hanson
11. One of your favorite 80’s songs
Like A Prayer - Madonna
12. A song that you would loved to be played at your wedding
Penguin - Christina Perri
13. A song that was covered by another artist
I Walk The Line - Halsey
14. One of your favorite classical songs
Lily's Theme - Alexandre Desplat
15. A duet song you would sing at Karaoke
Bonnie And Clyde - Jay-Z & Beyonce
16. A song from the year that you were born
Didn't I (Blow Your Mind) - New Kids On The Block
17. A song that makes you think about life
Just Hold On - Steve Aoki & Louis Tomlinson
18. A song that has meaning to you
Numb- Linkin Park
19. A favorite song with a name in the title
Nina - Ed Sheeran
20. A song that moves you forward
See You Again - Wiz Khalifa feat. Chartlie Puth
21. A song you think everyone should listen to
Slow Hands - Niall Horan
22. A song about drugs/alcohol
Happy Little Pill - Troye Sivan
23. A song by a band you wish were still together
Just A Girl - No Doubt
24. A song by an artist no longer living
Heroes - David Bowie
25. A song that makes you want to fall in love
Breathe - Faith Hill
26. A song that breaks your heart
Concrete Angel - Martina McBride
27. A song by an artist with a voice that you love
Sign Of The Times - Harry Styles
28. A song you remember from your childhood
Turn Back Time - Cher
29. A song that reminds you of yourself
A Little Too Much - Shawn Mendes
30. A song you just listened to
Thinking Out Loud - Ed Sheeran