Harry Potter Ink Daydreaming

SPOILER ALERT for those who know nothing about the series, particularly books 6 and 7

As a mother myself, I resonated with Narcissa's desperation in this scene, and it was all the better for knowing what kind of person Snape would prove himself to be by the end of the series. An extremely compelling moment.

I loved the mental image of the bright blue eye appearing in the mirror shard...and then, DOBBY! The juxtaposition was both humorous and poignant (Rowling excels at doing this throughout the series, of course).

To be liked or disliked - a metrical field in which nothing grows

Analytics are a tricky thing. They tempt you to believe that your work - whether writing, comedic videos, visual art... - has a quantifiable value, measured in "views" or "likes and dislikes" or "follows." The iterations of these measurements are endless, and all egocentric.

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A mist lies low in the valley of my chest: A flimsy veil o'er pain – dark grey monolith That cannot be moved. The shifting of plates Leaves its mark on the earth. It cannot be reversed. But I still know this land. The shifting of plates Does not

An open letter to a person I hate(d)

I felt hate for you, and now all I feel is tired.

Episode 2

chapter 2 the foil The days passed with the monotonous, but pleasant, hum of repetitious manual labor, with products to show for it. Jilyan began to suspect that during her cushiony childhood, she had missed out. When she caught her reflection in the mirror pane in the anteroom of the

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To be liked or disliked - a metrical field in which nothing grows

Untitled poem

An open letter to a person I hate(d)

Episode 2