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Saturday, November 24, 2012

Death Eater in Walmart

Okay, I feel like this piece is going to need some explaining. One of my assignments in my creative writing class was to put a character in a unique location and make them a complete fish out of water, and then creative a thought monologue describing five items the character would find. I chose to place a Death Eater (from Harry Potter) in Walmart. I think it's one of the most random and entertaining pieces I've written! Enjoy!


Walmart. Hmm, interesting name for a muggle store. I slowly walked inside while curiously looking around inspecting the unfamiliar territory. Muggles are so strange; their stores are so bright and…boring. Every product is lined up perfectly, matching and correlating to each other in a neat and organized fashion. Where’s the crazy moving stuffed animals? The floating candy? Being a muggle must suck. What a monotonous life without magic.
            As I stood near the front door inside, I scanned the area for trolleys to put my supplies. I couldn’t find anything except these strange large baskets labeled “carts” above their storage space. I guess this will have to do.
            I began to walk through the aisles, analyzing the different types of food they had to offer. They had a lot of similar foods to the wizarding world, which actually surprised me. Bread, cookies, eggs, the basics. It was disappointing that they didn’t have any pumpkin juice or gillywater, which is one necessity I was looking for in this odd supermarket, but I settled for simple orange juice anyway. At least they still had that.
            I moved over to the cleaning supplies, curious to see what kind of tools muggles used since they didn’t have magic to do their chores for them. It was a depressing and hopeless sight: dusters that required manual labor, these suction machines they called “vacuums” used to clean the dirt on the floor, and mops that didn’t create soap and water on their own. One product made me freeze and take a closer look. It was called “Oxiclean.” Apparently this powder-soap type substance removes stains from clothes “like magic!”
            “HAH!” I guffawed.
A woman curiously turned to look at me with a puzzled expression on her face, “Excuse me, but may I ask, what’s so funny?”
“Oh, um…” I stumbled for a second trying to think of a convincing story that could be understood by a muggle. “I’ve just…used this brand before, and it never worked as well as the label said.”
She looked at the tub of Oxiclean I pointed to through her spectacles, “Ah yes. That cleaning product is so overrated. Never fully gets my stains out.”
“I know, right?” I agreed as she walked away. As soon as she was out of sight I grabbed the bucket of “magic soap” and put it in my cart. I wanted to see this for myself.
As I sauntered down more walkways, I remembered my daughter Stella’s birthday was approaching. For some reason, buying a muggle toy from a muggle store seemed like an intriguing present for my little girl. I made my way through the clothes (which were absolutely appalling, might I say) and stopped in the toy section. The area filled with girl playthings made my stomach churn; everything was pink. I gingerly inched nearer to the toys and began to search for something Stella might enjoy. What do six-year-old muggle girls enjoy? Probably not the same as a witch, though Stella doesn’t really know how use magic right now, so she should be fine. I thought about the guys and if they saw me right now: a death eater, walking in a muggle store, searching for a birthday gift for his daughter, in an all pink doll-infested aisle way. How embarrassing.
I finally found a giant doll head used for brushing and doing hair. I could easily betwitch it to make it more interesting and colorful. Sneakily, I slowly reached for the box and put it in my cart. Hopefully no one noticed.
These three items seemed to fulfill my quota, so I began to make my way to the cash register. Halfway there, I noticed a spooky section near the home decorations. Above it there was a banner that said “Halloween.” Now this should be interesting.
The shelves were surprisingly filled with some of the standard decorations such as pumpkins, bats, and the like. Of course, they were boring decorations that didn’t convincingly move or do anything except maybe light up on their own or make robotic jerky motions and pathetic fake shrieks for two seconds. The most interesting part was the costumes. Apparently muggle children enjoyed dressing like muggle celebrities, fake characters from books, fairies, vampires…then I came across the most hilarious of them all: wizards. Most of them had tall pointy blue hats, thick beards, and long cloaks. They looked like a comical version of Professor Dumbledore. I had to take one of them home and show the guys, they would find this absolutely hysterical. Just for kicks, I went back to the cleaning section and grabbed a broom. This should really knock their socks off.
Muggles. Such simple, ignorant, entertaining people.


This feeling of uncertainty
aches within my chest,
pressing down on my
We should be okay,
he said we were fine.
You’re over thinking

Tears sting under my eyes.
Refusing to blink,
I press my lips tight
and wear a mask of
Confidence in what?
Is this really worth it

I focus on my book,
reading usually helps.
Not this time.
            I can’t.
            I freeze.

I collapse on my bed
Like a helpless animal.
My hands start
with what? fear? insecurity?
                        I don’t know.

Those three words. I hate them.

THE three words.
            I love you.
            I can't say them.
My heart lurches and thrusts.
Warm tears flow down
my face like summer rain.

I am alone.
I will be alone.
I need to see him.
I need to know
                        for sure.
I pull myself together,
put on my mask
and jump in my car.

Maybe I’m wrong.
Maybe I’m off.
Maybe we’re still strong.

I knock on his door
and walk inside.
                         I’m not.


We both agree.
We’re done.

One With Serenity

Sunlight peeks through clouds
and dances on the tips
of blades,
green and rich as moss
in a swamp.

Vines softly touch
the stream, as if
yearning to be one
with the peaceful sea.

The constant rush of water
loosely hugs the gray rocks
while passing by,
continuing on to its journey
of greatness.

The peace is broken
like birds taking off in flight.
A rush of white rapids,
hurriedly bash and crash
against each other for freedom.
This freedom is serenity.

Peculiar insects scamper
across calm waters, under
floating crisp brown leaves.
A lizard scampers under a rock,
leaving its aqua tail exposed to
the sunlight.

As the breeze rustles the
tall pines and disturbs a
shrub's slumber,
I look up;
embracing the heat
on my flesh,
embracing the joy,
embracing nature's beauty.

My Top 5 Favorite Books

I was once told by my creative writing professor that the best thing a writer can do is read, read, READ! Reading helps you form ideas and possibly spark inspiration for your own stories, poems, songs, anything!

I've read quite a bit of books in my life, but there are some that stand out as my favorites. However, there's no way I can choose one specific favorite! So, in no particular order, here are five of my favorite books. If you haven't read them yet, you should definitely check them out!

1) Fahrenheit 451: This is probably my favorite classic that I was required to read in high school. My middle school teacher actually recommended that I read it way back when I was in seventh grade. It took until my junior year in high school to finally read it, and it was completely worth it. Bradbury's imagery is breathtaking, his symbolism is incredible, and his message he conveys in the story is definitely meaningful. Even if you don't pay attention to the message (which is difficult to do), the imagination and creativity used to create this alternative future overrun by technology is just incredible.

2) The Luxe Series: I'm a sucker for a turn of the century historical fiction story, and that's exactly what  this series is about. Manhatten's elite society is filled with secrets and scandal, and Godbersen delivers nothing less than a suspense filled tale shown in the eyes of five different characters. It's really neat to see the same story in these very different point of views. Each character is unique and filled with their own secrets, and you'll never understand the true story until the very end of the series. It was always very difficult to stop reading once I started!

3) Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: I love the entire series, but the final book was definitely my favorite. It exceeded all my expectations and then some. The way JK Rowling tied everything together, even things you probably completely forgot about, was incredible. These books have definitely changed my life, and helped inspire me to want to write. I'll always remember the day I picked up the first book. I borrowed it from a friend, but loved it so much I had to get my own copy. The movies will never do it proper justice, though they do a decent job. I encourage EVERYONE to read these books, because nothing can possibly compare to how amazing they truly are.

4) Catching Fire: This second book in The Hunger Games trilogy is by far my favorite. I found it the most intense and action packed, and probably most important in the series. I won't spoil anything, but at one point I literally stopped reading, closed the book in disbelief, and just sat there with a shocked expression on my face. It had the biggest and most unexpected twist (at least in my opinion), and definitely did not fail to disappoint. This series is definitely one of my favorites for its adventure, creativity, originality, and suspense. I read the first one in a day. You'll never want to put the books down!

5) Blue is for Nightmares: If you're into suspenseful mysteries with a twist of fantasy, this is definitely a book/series you should read. I feel like it's under appreciated and not as well known as it should be. The main character has these really disturbing and unnerving reoccurring dreams, but they're more than just dreams. Last time she had these types of dreams, they came true. This time, she's determined to stop them from coming true. Definitely a page turner, and thankfully there's three other books in the series! The first one is definitely my favorite.

Friday, November 23, 2012


My name's Sara, and I just decided to create this blog to keep me motivated to keep writing! Writing is one of my passions, and it would be an absolute dream to be published someday. However, that can't happen unless I keep writing!

My favorite kind of genre to write about is fantasy, suspense, and adventure. However, I do like to switch it up every once in a while to challenge myself as a writer.

My main goal for this blog is to exercise my writing ability, and to finally write a story I had been brainstorming about for a long time! I thank you ahead of time if you decide to subscribe or read anything I post :)

I will also be connecting this blog to Tumblr, so you can follow on there as well!