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Post by Duddahs on Apr 1, 2011 9:39:18 GMT -6
"Ack, I hear ya you nasty rotten kids you! If I gets my hands on you, well the only thing that you will remember is wishing for it to end."
OK, here is the prompt.
I am leaving out the Five arbitrary words as well as they seem to often be throw away or change the content of the stories toward Non Magic.
Still, as Erin has suggested, let us keep the story to about 500 words (post prompt of course).
Good Luck and let us get back to having fun at our leisure.
Ps, I too will be writing to the prompt as well. I believe that anyone who wishes to write should have that right.... No pun intended.
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Post by rin68nyr on Apr 2, 2011 7:36:25 GMT -6
Excellent!
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Post by rin68nyr on Apr 2, 2011 19:28:19 GMT -6
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Post by Duddahs on Apr 12, 2011 12:32:24 GMT -6
"Ack, I hear ya you nasty rotten kids you! If I gets my hands on you, well the only thing that you will remember is wishing for it to end."
Argus Filch had been pushed to his limits this time. The anger boiled out of every pore in his greasy body. Mrs. Norriss who had just been held and was being pet was now promptly dropped to the floor. With a loud “MEOW” she took off into the halls of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
“Find them my love, find those nasty brats and I will be there in a moment.”
Mrs. Norriss stopped dead in her tracks and turned her head to look back at Filch. Her lantern like eyes reflecting the torch light cast by the few that remained lit this early in the morning.
“Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha! Ickle widdle kitty come to track down ole Peevesy does she?” came the cackling of the Poltergeist as he sat on an exposed rafter far above the stone hall floor.
Mrs. Norriss had found her prey it was not a student after-all.
She stood up upon her hind legs stretching as far as her body would allow. She hooked one of her claws into the ancient tapestry depicting a Shiny Knight sitting proudly upon a fat little pony… The poor pony’s legs bowing under the obvious weight of the Knight and his armor and shield.
"WWWWWHHHHHUUUUMMMPPPPPPPHHHHHHH!”
The Tapestry was suddenly bunched up at the base of the wall upon which it had hung for a hundred years tenfold. Mrs. Noriss having leapt out of the way of the falling object just in time to save herself.
“Ah hears ya, ma luv. Now yar gonna to get it ya filthy floating turd. Ah will have yas thrown out for good this time. I has tha goods ter gitcha out once an fer all!” Filch’s threat filled every inch of the 7 floor hallway and echoed far ahead of the loud slapping sound that his oversize shoes made against the cold flat stones of the hallway floor.
“Ooooohhhh scares the Peeves does the bald one. Scares Peeves nerves to the point that he has to relieve the pressure in this here water balloon!” Again, Peeves cackled with mock terror in his voice.
It was as if in slow motion that both Argus Filch and Mrs. Norriss were taken by surprise, staring at the ceiling and Peeves with thier mouths agape. The look of both surprise and terror written across their faces.
Every inch of terror was etched onto the pair. Their eyes reflecting the water balloon, some 3 meters across as it was just falling, falling, falling towards them. Without sound or warning the reflection grew larger upon the darkness of their eyes until it began to create a shadow which spread across their faces eclipsing the torch light.
The feeling of cold wetness enveloped Filch’s mind. The shiver and chill ran down his spine.
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Post by Duddahs on May 9, 2011 15:22:52 GMT -6
Even though Rallem is no longer here, I do hope that some of us could continue the writing.
Erin, you are so good and I really look forward to your critique that I hope you will post soon!
Miss Charlotte, I know time is slim these days, but even a few words here and a few there?
Fangsfan1, I have always so loved your Limericks that I am sure I would love to read what you have to write.
NZ, you are so prolific on the WB's Quidditch Board over the years, I would love to read some of your writings here
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