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“A new sound answered my scream. Shrill and far away, it seemed familiar and completely foreign. I listened, ears straining over the roar and crackle of the fire and the distant groan of metal. It repeated, closer. A bird. Not just a bird. It was no robin or sparrow crying out for me. It was a bird of prey.  (…)  The bird cried out, its lovely song nearly in my ear.”

SO MAJESTIC!

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We are currently in the NaNoWri-Month.

I am not a writer.

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Sometimes when I sit by myself on my bed, lost in my own thoughts, I play through various scenarios and conversations in my head.  This is not unusual by any stretch of the imagination, by the way, apparently this is something everyone does more or less regularly. It is quite similar to dreaming, which is probably why it is most commonly known as “daydreaming”.  Anywhoozle, these scenarios that run through my brain are most often “what if” situations played out or explored.  “What if I had said yes instead of no?” “What if I knew this person and had to explain my life to them?” “What if I got transported back in time?”  These are but a few examples.

What annoys me is that I can do this for a really long time, basically playing out half a movie in my head, and I never write it down.  I don’t think I`ve ever written one of these down.  Earlier today I realized that I am basically writing bad novels in my head without writing them down.

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We are currently in the NaNoWri-Month.

Let’s try to write something.

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To be continued…

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SPOILERS under the cut for season 1 and 2 of  We’re Alive.

You should totally listen to it before getting spoiled by my theory, yo.

No, seriously, it’s really good.  Go listen to it right now.

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Ok, here goes..

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This post contains several references to the Harry Potter universe, because I needed to vent my pained feelings to somebody who would know what I meant when I use the Cruciatus curse to describe a particular kind of pain. 

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I was at the dentist’s some 12 hours ago, and fixed three more molars* (whole bottom jaw has now been tortured through), and now only have two more appointments to go before I am hopefully out of that office for YEARS to come (unlike previous years, with all the breaking and cracking of molars**).  The local anesthetic*** lasts for about 5-6 hours, and I started to feel tiny twinges of pain in the middle molar (of those fixed) around that time. “Oh no”, I think to myself, as I have already gone through more than a month of not being able to chew properly with the left side of my mouth because of similar pains in the opposite molar, “Good thing I`m going back there tomorrow anyway”.  After a few hours of small twinges now and then, there’s a slight pause. “It’s over!” I hope. And then the mother of all pains shoots through my tooth, and it is like being hit with the Cruciatus curse for a millisecond before being almost immediately let go again.  And as you stand there, trying to catch your breath, someone hits you again, and even though you were merely hit by the curse for a millisecond, you can feel the ghost of the pain shooting through your whole body, immobilizing you before turning you into a quivering mess, anxiously waiting for the next twinge.  Sometimes a few minutes pass inbetween, sometimes almost an hour. Maybe you start to forget. And then it hits you again; A short burst each time, but it’s enough to drive you mad.

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*  Including a couple of baby teeth, as I have 2 of those instead of proper teeth because my body is stupid.
**  Seriously, I was breaking whole teeth once a week for a while!
***  Not mentioned: My crippling needle phobia and how I have bravely (and less bravely) defied it more times during the past three months than the Potters defied Voldemort.

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PS:  My dentist is new (to me) and he is infinitely better than my many other ones, even though he always insists on sticking a needle in me.  At least he does a proper job, even IF my nerves end up being effed up in the process. ;_;
PPS:  I am going back tomorrow to fix yet another tooth, and HOPEFULLY I can get something done. But if it is anything like the left side, it cannot be fixed. I`d rather lose my whole tooth than go on for days (or MORE??) with this.
PPPS:  I am not writing this to get pity, it was quite therapeutic to just get it out in writing.  I just really needed someone to understand what I mean when I describe a tooth ache by using the Cruciatus curse.

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“I always worried someone would notice me, and then when no one did, I felt lonely.”

― Curtis Sittenfeld

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“A picture says a thousand words. Write them.”

aka  I WROTE A THING!

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After one miserable swing, she put her rather pathetic-looking ax immediately back down again and turned around to address her not-so-silent follower.

”You know, you could actually help me with this?”

There wasn’t exactly an answer, but the great lump waiting in the background blew out a small gust of air in what sounded suspiciously like a huff of laughter.

“Some friend you are.”

She heaved her ax again, and hit the giant trunk once more. This was going to take possibly forever, and she was so not looking forwards to however many hours of work it would take her to fell this great-grandfather of a tree. How old was this forest, anyway? She’d tried asking the creature a couple of times, but getting an answer out of that one was a lost cause on most days. She guessed she would have to settle with counting the rings of the tree-trunk or something equally tedious.

“Couldn’t you at least do something other than just sitting there doing nothing?”

No answer. No movement, either. If the creature had closed its eyes at that moment, it would be almost impossible to discern it from the surrounding nature. Said eyes might have shifted a bit, giving the tiniest indication that at least the light was on inside – pun not intended. She had absolutely no idea why the creature’s eyes did that glowing thing in the hours around dusk and dawn, and of course she could never get a straight answer out of that one, whatever it was. Now that she thought about it, it dawned on her that it was already getting fairly late in the evening. There was no chance whatsoever of her even reaching halfway into the trunk before full night would be upon them, never mind actually felling the whole tree. And why had she felt the need to overpower such an old entity all by herself? As she scratched her neck in thought, the light continued to withdraw from their surroundings. Ah, that was why: Shelter; Desperate times, and all that. There weren’t really any other trees of useful size growing in these parts, even if one happened to count the tiny apple tree holding on with its rather impressive roots to the great lump with the now fading eyes, who was not being the greatest of help at the moment.

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2013 Reading Challenge

2013 Reading Challenge
VatuBarok has
read 17 books toward her goal of 70 books.
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