A Crafty Harry Potter Party

A Harry Potter Themed Party

What is better than all things Harry Potter? All things Harry Potter that are affordable! And I’m not talking about the “affordable” that will end up costing you $200 of online buying. My Harry Potter party consisted of cheap, hand-made crafts, dollar store finds, making do with what I already had available (or could borrow from friends and family), and ready to serve or simple recipes. Feel free to use all of this as inspiration for your next Halloween, birthday, or Harry Potter fan party!

Crafts:

1. Floating Candles

I did these slightly different than the source instructions but they still turned out great. I mixed some yellow paint into my white to give it an aged look. I also had thicker paint that would not drip like the original instructions. So instead, I painted a quick white coat, allowed to dry, then went back over with my yellow tinted paint. A thin layer of matte acrylic spray sealer can also help the paint stay on the hot glue “drips”.

Harry Potter Party Floating Candles Crafts
Floating Candles
2. Flying Keys

There are several ways to do these but in order to use the materials I had available to me, I had to wing it. Pun intended. I found simple skeleton key clip art designs and butterfly or fairy wing designs online and printed them on cardstock to create a template. I then used craft foam (black, tan, and grey) for the keys, cutting them out with a pen knife. For the wings, I used scrap plastic packaging sheets my husband brought home from work (tracing paper would also work) and traced the wing template with a fine point permanent marker, and attached them with hot glue. I used fishing line and clear push pins to secure them to the ceiling.

Harry Potter Party Crafts Flying Keys
Flying Keys
3. Ron’s Pet Rat, Scabbers

This one takes a little skill. I found a squeaky black rat at a local dollar store and painted him to look more like Scabbers. I even cut off his right index finger (according to the books)! If you would like to try this one, I suggest sealing it with matte acrylic sealer spray.

Harry Potter Party Crafts Scabbers Hand Painted Plastic Halloween Prop Rat
Ron’s Pet Rat, Scabbers
4. Platform 9 3/4 Brick Wall Entrance

There are many ways to do this craft, but again I needed to work with what I already had available. I used scrap white material and to get the different red bricks, I added a small amount of green paint to the red paint. For the sign I used some scrapbook paper and construction paper. All free hand, no templates.

Harry Potter Party Craft Platform 9 and 3 Quarters Doorway Entrance
Platform 9 3/4 Brick Wall Entrance
5. Follow the Spiders Wreath

This was a craft decoration from the previous Halloween, but, of coarse, it was a must. The wreath itself is a simple combination of a cheap twig wreath, fake spider webbing, plastic spiders, and trusty hot glue. The “Follow the Spiders” sign I made from dampening thick paper with paint-tinted water (coffee can also tint paper) and allowing it to dry curled. I then used hot glue to secure it to the web.

Harry Potter Party Crafts Follow the Spiders Wreath
Follow the Spiders (and feed Fang) Wreath
6. Hogwarts House Bookmarks

I created my bookmarks using Picmonkey after seeing some awesome bookmarks on Etsy. I used the house crests, the dominant personality traits of each house student, and other images I felt applied to each house (Harry’s glasses and scar for Gryffindor, Deathly Hallows symbol Luna’s father wore as a necklace -Luna was Ravenclaw, a potion bottle for Prefessor Snape, head of Slytherin house, and the Sorting Hat for Hufflepuff because I personally like the way he says “Hufflepuff” in the movie) to create personable bookmarks.

Harry Potter Bookmarks
Harry Potter Bookmarks
7. Broomstick Gift Bags

These were easy enough, even if I didn’t read the instructions. I know, I know, shame on me. But if you would like to, click here, these were my inspiration. As for the “broom handle”, I used the wands (mentioned below), and the gift bags included one Golden Snitch candy and a Thank You howler (both also mentioned below).

Harry Potter Party Crafts Broomstick Gift Bags
Broomstick Gift Bags
Harry Potter Party Crafts Broomstick Gift Bag Contents Wand Golden Snitch and Thank You Howler
Gift Bag: Wand, Golden Snitch, and Thank You Howler
8. Wands

There is NO WAY you can have a Harry Potter party without wands! And they really are easy to make. Yes, I did try to make some that looked similar to the ones from the movies and the Pottermore site, but I did not sell them. Click here for my inspirational instructions.

Harry Potter Party Crafts Wands
Wands
9. Thank You Howler 

Because I could not find a good “Ron’s Howler” how-to, I made my own template. I used red construction paper for the envelope and white printer paper for the letter, a small red ribbon for the “tongue”, a pair of zigzag pattern scissors to create the teeth effect, an ultra thin marker for the decorations, and hot glue to assemble the howlers. For the templates below, I created them using Fontspace Harry Potter fonts and Picmonkey. Note: My demensions were 3 inches by 6 inches, but you can make them larger.

Harry Potter Party Crafts Rons Howler Thank You Mischief Managed
Ron’s Howler Thank You Mischief Managed with Footprints
Harry Potter Party Crafts Thank You Mischief Managed Howler with Animagus Dog Footprints
Thank You Mischief Managed Howler with Animagus Dog Footprints
Harry Potter Party Crafts Thank You Mischief Managed Howler with Animagus Footprints
Thank You Mischief Managed Howler with Animagus Cat Footprints
Harry Potter Party Crafts Thank You Mischief Managed Howler with Footprints
Thank You Mischief Managed Howler with Footprints
Harry Potter Party Crafts Howler Envelope Template Front - Ron Weasleys Red Howler
Ron’s Howler Envelope Template (Front)
Harry Potter Party Crafts Howler Envelope Template Back - Rons Red Howler
Ron’s Howler Envelope Template (Back)

**You can print these or use them as inspiration and make them your own. Remember all content on this site is under copyright so please be courteous and give us a shout out.**

10. Golden Snitch Candy

The page I had gotten my inspiration from is no longer available so I will provide you with the template I created for my snitch wings. I used gold glitter scrapbook paper and hot glued the tips to the sides of Ferrero Rocher candies.

Golden Snitch Wing Template
Golden Snitch Wing Template
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Golden Snitches (Candy)

Foods and Snacks:

I wanted a snack for each house and these are the ones I used. I also wanted to incorporate some of the snacks from the movie. This was my party food list, feel free to use it or make up your own!

Huffle PuffsCheese puffs

Raven ClawsBugels

Slytherin SnakesSour or Plain gummy worms

Gryffin S’smores – Baked or classic S’mores

Chocolate frogs – Buy molds here

Golden Snitches – (See above)

Bertie Bott’sGimbles, Jelly Belly, or Bertie Bott’s

Butterbeer – Find the recipe here. *Note: I suggest caramel melts instead of the hard candies or caramel syrup. The hard candies did not dissolve well.

Felix Felicis – Butterscotch Schnapps – I hand painted over the label for effect. You could also print off a label using the background provided for the food labels and the fonts provided below.

Polyjuice Potion – Find the recipe here. We added gin but did not label it as anything special since it was staying in the freezer.

 

Griffin S'mores and Huffle Puffs
Griffin S’mores and Huffle Puffs
Raven Claws and Slytherin Snakes
Raven Claws and Slytherin Snakes
Chocolate Frogs
Chocolate Frogs
Felix Felicis Butterscotch Schnapps
Felix Felicis Butterscotch Schnapps
1. Food Labels

For the background I used a parchment background and the fonts were from Fontspace. The labels were created using Picmonkey.

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Harry Potter Themed Food Labels
Harry Potter Themed Food Labels
2. Food Label Stands

These were made with large paperclips and wire pliers. You can find the instructions here.

3. Potion Cauldron

We bought a cauldron from our local Big Lots and added dry ice for the smoke effect. You can find the instructions for that here.

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Polyjuice Potion
Get this party started!

During the party we played the Harry Potter soundtrack station on Spotify for ambiance. We separated into teams — based on houses, of course — and played several rounds of Harry Potter Trivial Pursuit. There is so much more I could have done and if you have any ideas, send them our way. /*

**Remember to drink your potions responsibly!**

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A Pirate’s Life

A Pirate’s Life

Based on the Dungeons & Dragons character created by Leslie Holloway

Image credit: Ship at Sea

 

Dusk had fallen over the ocean about a day’s journey from the nearest port. Eevil steadied her equine legs behind the helm of her captain’s ship, Fool’s Gold, and kept her hands on the wheel.

“Captain, I don’t think this is a very good idea. This new crew…” Eevil’s voice trailed off. She would never openly defy her Captain’s orders. But that did not vanquish her love for him, and her desire to keep him safe.

“You have been given your orders,” Lord Cromwell said in a stern whisper. He was known to the crew as Captain Cut Throat and would not let his first mate tarnish the reputation that came along with the name. “I agree our last crew had become our family, may they rest in peace. This is our crew now, and we must make with what we have. This mark will set us all up for some time.” He patted her human shoulder and set off down to the deck to his assembled crew.

Night approached as Eevil came upon their mark. A royal cargo vessel transporting a king’s treasury. The ship was rumored to be minimally guarded with no passengers to make room for the vast amount of riches. It was a pirate’s ticket home, but Captain Cut Throat was no mangy, murderous pirate. He would take his share, a “tax”, and vanish. No killing, burning, raping, or any other acts of unnecessary violence. This was what drew Eevil to Cromwell and his crew as an escaped centaur slave, along with running from her capturers.

But when their loyal crew had been slaughtered during a hit gone sour, it was difficult to trust any new recruits. Finding pirates to fit Lord Cromwell’s terms were not easy, and she could feel a terrible change of the wind bringing her a message of horrible news.

“Lights out! No calls, no bells!” Captain Cut Throat called out as the lanterns of the cargo ship came into view.

She watched him and his selected mates set off in rowboats quick and quiet, like shadows on the waves. She could barely make out their figures as they climbed the side of the ship. Then a deafening silence washed over the sea. She heard Lord Cromwell start to call but his voice turned to a gurgle as a blade flashed over his throat. Her body went rigid and her hooves fought to keep her upright on the rocking deck.

It was a trap. It was a set up. Her mind whirred, trying to fit everything together. The loss of the old crew, the new recruits, the rumors of this too-good-to-be-true target. It had all been planned. They were out smarted by–

“BRUTES! MANGY, FILTHY PIRATES!” Eevil yelled and charged down the deck, jumping over the stairs to land on one particularly hideous pirate. Her scimitar shimmered in the moonlight as it slashed at anything that moved.

She felt a cool edge at her neck and a drip of warmth trickle down her skin, and she froze. “Easy girl. Ain’t none of us wanna lose a prized mare,” and she heard a moist clicking of a tongue over an incomplete set of teeth and a hand felt it’s way down her black coat on her hindquarters.

“Get away from me,” Eevil growled and kicked hard with her back hoof but caught only air.

The pirates laughed and jeered, and the echoes sounding across the waves from the other vessel reminded her of the grim events. The blade pressed harder against her smoky skin and she winced. “If you’s not gon’ play nice, than how’s ’bout a deal? We send you on your merry way,” some of the pirates attempted to gruff in protest, “and we takes da ship an every fing innit?” The pirates let out roars and cheers of conquest.

Eevil was defeated. For a moment, she thought of requesting death. After all she had nothing to live for. But if she lived, she could avenge her love, take back Fool’s Gold, and watch the lives of these thieves drip from the tip of her sword. The thought burned in her with determination. She walked slowly to a rowboat, head held high, her hooves clopping softly on the wooden deck. She folded her legs into the small boat while a pirate bound her hands. Several of the more muscular pirates struggled to lower her into the dark waters.

A cool breeze kissed the small cut on her neck. Everything was about to change.

 

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Tipsy Scribbles: Painting a DM Screen

Painting a DM Screen

 

Justin and I are fans of our imagination, that is pretty obvious. We also like pushing it to the limit with Dungeons & Dragons and other role playing table top games. So far, all of our campaigns have only included ourselves. Yes, Justin would try to be the Dungeon – or game – master AND play a character at the same time. He hated it.

Now he has decided to trade in his player character to become multiple non-player characters, monsters, a world builder, and a chaos-causing puppet master. He will be a full on Dungeon Master (Game Master) and every DM needs a screen to hide their devious plans from his unsuspecting players. While he’s checking stats and creating monsters, I thought I would add something a little more pleasant to the side of the screen we get to see. A backdrop to set the stage for our adventurous band of misfits.

Now, this is nothing fancy. It is a sheet of scrap blue corrugated plastic that measures about one foot by four feet. Cardboard corrugated could be used but this is more sturdy. I would love to make a version with light wood sheets, but for now this will serve its purpose.

I used serval thin layers of white gesso to cover the glossy plastic and to hide some of the blue. My acrylic paint is on the cheap end since I don’t paint often, so acrylic craft paint would work with this.  I then looked up some inspiration photos to help with choosing a color scheme. After the paint dried, I applied a  thin coat of acrylic sealer to protect from wear and tear. *Artist Tip* Styrofoam egg cartons make great paint pallets as well as empty – and washed – prepackaged lunches, or other disposable divided trays. Then, place plastic wrap over the top and place in the refrigerator to keep the paint from drying out.

Tipsy Scribbles - A picture says a thousand words when wine loosens the tongue.
DM Screen
Tipsy Scribbles - A picture says a thousand words when wine loosens the tongue.
DM Screen Castle Silhouette

 

Here are some links to more artist tips for painting with acrylics:

 

 

“Imagination is the beginning of creation. You imagine what you desire, you will what you imagine and at last you create what you will.” — George Bernard Shaw

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Tipsy Scribbles: Simple Ink

Tipsy Scribbles

Simple Ink

 

Lately, in the midst of all my other projects and hobbies, I’ve looked into tarot card reading. Not only did the art draw me in–I am a sucker for card art–but it is a great tool for meditation. I allow myself to become over anxious and stressed over little things and I hoped this might help me focus on the positive.

These images were inspired by my tarot cards and their meanings. They are currently black and white, but I may try adding water color to them later. I would like to have a picture for each major arcana card, but I’ll start with these.

The Moon - Tipsy Scribbles - A picture says a thousand words when wine loosens the tongue.
The Moon
The Hermit - Tipsy Scribbles - A picture says a thousand words when wine loosens the tongue.
The Hermit
Mountains and Valleys - Tipsy Scribbles - A picture says a thousand words when wine loosens the tongue.
Mountains and Valleys
The Star - Tipsy Scribbles - A picture says a thousand words when wine loosens the tongue.
The Star

 

“Everyone wants to belong, or be a part of something bigger than themselves, but it’s important to follow your heart and be true to yourself in the process.” — Emily Giffin

 

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Once Bitten, Twice Die

**Content warning! Contains language and gore.**

 

Once Bitten, Twice Die -- A flash fiction by J.L. Holloway -- READ FREE

 

“What the fuck?” I felt the words echo through me, rather than hearing them aloud. I focused on my translucent fingers, then gazed down at the rest of my body. My legs were only a cloud of mist wafting above the ground.

I heard a soft moan come from behind me and turned to see me, or my body, shambling towards the nearest door. “You’ve got to be shitting me.” Bright red blood spirted and oozed from my mutilated shoulder, coating my left arm, but I — it — didn’t seem to notice.

“A zombie, really?” my ghostly voice whispered.  “And I guess that would make me a ghost. Wonderful.” I huffed and a wisp of milky haze floated in the air.

Zombie-Me slammed into the door, making no attempt to raise my arms or reach for the knob. “Well, that’s great. I’ve already forgotten how to use a door.”

I glided across the room to my useless body. “Like this, genius,” I said reaching for the doorknob and my fist slid through the metal. “I guess I’m the genius, huh?” I asked my body as it started pounding its weight against the door.

“That’s not going to work, it’s solid wood. This isn’t like the movies,” but then again there weren’t movies about ghosts following their dead bodies around either.

After several minutes of monotonous thudding, the doorframe began to splinter, then break loose and creak open. Zombie-Me went for one more thud and the door swung wide under the weight. My body fell face first onto the floor.

“This is embarrassing,” I mumbled and flew through the wall to the other side. An unsettling sound filled the room. If I had any skin, it would be covered in goosebumps.

The dark figures that huddled in the shadows appeared human; humans lacking life, soul, or anything resembling humanity. They were eating something. Bits of flesh dangled from their jaws, dark blood streaked their faces, and entrails squished between their boney fingers.

Zombie-Me was pulling itself along the floor toward whatever the other zombies were eating. “No! Don’t you dare eat that!” I groaned as my pleads went unheard.

“YOOHOO! Anybody home?” a deep and scruffy voice sounded from down the hall.

I glided through the door and saw a man with a handgun leveled on the door.

I reflexively ducked back into the room just as the zombie hoard moaned and groaned their way to the door frame. I noticed Zombie-Me trailing behind the pack, now with blood and guts stuck to my face.

Zombies pried their way into the hall, each vying to be the first to claim a new meal. The gun fired and the zombies’ heads vanished in a spray of bone and brains.

“Holy shit,” I breathed. I turned back to see Zombie-Me shuffling closer, clearly oblivious to the signs of danger right in front of it. “Stop! You idiot, you’re going to get your head blown off!”

In my panic, I flew down the hall to the man, hoping to scare him off or possess him. But this was not a random, zombie killing, gun enthusiast. This was my —

I looked back, my old body next in line to bite the bullet. Desperate, I dived into Zombie-Me’s body, and it froze.

“Ben, wait!” I screamed. The words gurgled out of Zombie-Me’s mouth.

Ben lowered the gun, but only slightly. “Nat? Oh, my God.” Ben’s knuckles whitened around the pistol’s grip. “Those bastards got you.” He swallowed hard. “I’m so sorry, Natalie.” Tears filled his eyes. “I tried. I swear I tried. I’m sorry.”

His hand trembling, Ben raised the gun. “I’m so sorry, baby.” He pulled the trigger and I watched my now motionless body fall to the floor in a bloody heap.

I watched Ben turn the gun as tears painted twisted trails down his dirt caked face.

The gun fired again and we were reunited.

 

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Tipsy Scribbles: Continuous Line – Fruits

Tipsy Scribbles

Hey everybody! I’m still here, just busy with odd and end projects. I guess you can say my creativity has exploded everywhere. I have knitting projects, art lessons, art projects, writing projects, sewing projects, and even some spiritual enlightenment going on. My plate is a little full. And by full, it’s overflowing and I’m still trying to find room to squeeze in more things.

But when my mother asked for more continuous line drawings for her office, I jumped right on it. I love these drawings. They are really good practice for sketching and are very quick to do. I am debating on adding color to these. Maybe a splash of water color. Nothing too strong. I want to keep the simplicity of the continuous line.

I think my favorite thing about these drawings is the simplicity of it, as well as the discipline that goes into the process. It’s like writing in cursive, except you cannot lift your pen while trying to write a paragraph. It’s a great way to get the creative juices flowing, and I suggest it for all artists, of any age or experience level.

Three Apples Continuous Line Drawing -Tipsy Scribbles - A picture says a thousand words when wine loosens the tongue.
Three Apples
Sunny Pineapple Continuous Line Drawing - Tipsy Scribbles - A picture says a thousand words when wine loosens the tongue.
Sunny Pineapple

“With the new day comes new strength and new thoughts.” — Eleanor Roosevelt

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Random Writing Prompts: August 2017

Random Writing Prompts

This week’s writing prompts are brought to you by Leslie. Share your stories and artwork with us!

Random Writing Prompts-Aug17-Her anger dissolved into calm. For the first time in her life, she tasted the sweetness of serenity.
Her anger dissolved into calm. For the first time in her life, she tasted the sweetness of serenity.
Random Writing Prompts- Aug17-Who knew such a small change could inspire a radiating confidence.
Who knew such a small change could inspire a radiating confidence.
Random Writing Prompts-Aug17-Witchcraft was something of myth and fairy tales but here it was, undeniably real.
Witchcraft was something of myth and fairy tales but here it was, undeniably real.

 

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World’s Greatest Chef

World's Greatest Chef - A Flash Fiction by J.L. Holloway -- READ FREE!
Photo by Hisu lee on Unsplash

 

“It’s the hottest night of her cooking career, folks. And we are on the edge of our seats!” the enthusiastic host shouts and the crowd cheers.

“You’re absolutely right, Tony. She needs to tame the flames or she is going to get burned. Let’s take a look at her competition.”

“Alright, Karen, it looks like Michael is confident in the kitchen. He hasn’t wasted any time with his preparations.”

“And Katherine seems to be going for speed to beat the heat of her competitors. I can’t even tell what she’s doing!” Karen, the bubbly blonde host, laughs in disbelief.

This is it, this is your last chance to give the judges the best cake they have ever eaten, the chef tells herself.

The oven timer dings and all three chefs look up.

“That must be our champion’s cakes! They are always perfect in every way, Karen.” Tony leaned forward to get a better look as the chef took the pan out.

Oh no! No no no! They’re not done!

“It looks like you spoke too soon, Tony. Our chef’s cakes are still gooey in the center. She’s going to put them back in — wait — Katherine just stole the oven! Can you believe it?!”

“Oh my gosh, folks. I don’t know if I can handle this!” Tony cried and brought his hands to his face and peeked through his fingers.

“ONE MINUTE REMAINING,” a deep voice over the speaker announced to the chefs and the crowd gasped.

“Our champion is going to need a miracle if she wants to pull this off,” said Karen.

Okay, the middle isn’t done. What to do? What to do? the chef thought as she paced the kitchen. I got it!

“Don’t look now, Tony, but I think our chef has a plan. It looks as if she’s… scooping out the gooey cake batter!” Karen said, shocked.

Tony looked with a grin, “It’s like she’s cutting the crusts off and… keeping them?”

“THIRTY SECONDS REMAINING.”

Fruit, fruit, I need fruit. And jam. Where’s the jam?

“Would you look at that, I think she is making a fruit filled cake!”

“Honestly, Karen, I don’t care what it is, I want to eat it!” Tony laughed.

The audience began counting down from ten, “NINE, EIGHT, SEVEN,”

Come on, come on! the chef stacked, stirred and poured as sweat beaded on her brow.

“THREE, TWO, ONE!”

The buzzer sounded as the clock clicked to zero. The three chefs stood back to look at their finished products.

“Who will be our winner?” Karen turned to Tony. “Weeks of challenges have led us to this moment. The judges will now decide who will be the next World’s Greatest Chef!”

A woman in a sparkly red dress took plates of each dessert to the judges’ table. One judge was the guy that drove around and ate at different restaurants for a living. The lady was a singer. The last judge was just some old British guy that was really mean and didn’t like anything.

“The judges are sampling the desserts and writing in their answers. Who will be the World’s Greatest Chef?” Karen asked into the camera as Tony bit his nails.

The lady in the sparkly red dress took the judges answers to the hosts, Tony and Karen. “The votes are in people!” Tony screamed as he took the envelopes. “And the winner of this year’s title World’s Greatest Chef goes to–”

“Bonnie, it’s time to come in.”

“But Mom, they were going to say who won on The World’s Greatest Chef show,” Bonnie explained, sitting in the grass surrounded by mud pies.

“What if the world’s greatest chef washed up and helped me with dinner?”

“Really?” Bonnie jumped up and ran to the house.

“Whoa, miss chef, you need to clean up first.” Bonnie’s mother walked over to the water hose and let Bonnie spray the mud off of her toys, hands and feet.

“I’m going to be the greatest chef in the world!” Bonnie shouted and her mother picked her up and carried her inside.

“You most certainly are.”

 

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Random Writing Prompts: July 2017

Random Writing Prompts

Elements

This week’s writing prompts are inspired by our most recent viewing habits. We have completed all of The Last Airbender and are currently on season three of The Legend of Korra. Below, you will find a writing prompt for each of the four elements the Avatar is capable of bending!

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As for the writings, the first three chapters of the Brix & Gregor novel are now typed into Scrivener! Maybe I can finish that thing one of these days. I wrote a story in the form of a poem for last weeks Flash Fiction. Is that something you would like to see more of or should I stick to the more standard prose? Let us know what you like and want more of! And don’t forget to share your stories and artwork with us!

Random Writing Prompts-Jul2017-The ground rumbled beneath the city, like a starving creature ready to feast.
The ground rumbled beneath the city, like a starving creature ready to feast.
Random Writing Prompts-Jul2017-Crackling sparks unveiled the mysteries lurking within the dense forest.
Crackling sparks unveiled the mysteries lurking within the dense forest.
Random Writing Prompts-Jul2017-Debris swirled around her as she lifted into the eye of the storm.
Debris swirled around her as she lifted into the eye of the storm.
Random Writing Prompts-July2017-The foaming waves bashed against the fugitive’s vessel.
The foaming waves bashed against the fugitive’s vessel.

 

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Forgotten

 

Forgotten - Flash Fiction Poem

Original Photo by Gab Pili on Unsplash

Forgotten

 

She wiped the sweat from her brow.

The unforgiving midday heat

made the days all seem the same now

while she hid from the people on the street.

 

The shadows of the alley

did nothing to conceal the grime.

She knew not to dally

for her presence was considered a crime.

 

The life of a Forgotten,

even one so young.

The streets were hard and rotten

for the Forgotten on the bottom rung.

 

Flashing lights of blue

announced a returning threat.

The child’s dread grew.

There was but one place to hide, with regret.

 

The plastic bags clung to her skin.

The pungent stench

stole her grin,

but she did not dare to flinch.

 

“Hey, kid,” called a voice.

“They’re gone, man.

Rejoice!”

A bedraggled man leaned against a garbage can.

 

“Once I’m grown,” she said.

The man cocked his head, “What’s that?”

“My mom.” She looked away. “She’s dead.”

He removed his too large hat.

 

“So sorry, child.

Such an unkind world.”

It was forced, but he smiled.

His coat flapped as he twirled.

 

“Hey, wait!”

She cried out.

“There’s no time to hesitate!”

He led her through a most confusing route.

 

After years of isolation,

she clung to the hope of kindness.

The man disappeared into an old gas station.

She followed with utter blindness.

 

She continued, ignoring the rust and dust.

Surely misbegotten,

but if there were any she could trust

she hoped it was another Forgotten.

 

At the back, she found a flight of stairs.

Soft voices and a dim light below,

she found a large room with beds and chairs.

She was welcomed by a trio.

 

“Come here, little one,

and have a seat,”

the old woman begun.

“We haven’t much, but you’re out of the heat.”

 

Cautiously, she sat upon a bed.

Out popped a small dog from beneath.

She patted its head.

It smiled, even showing teeth.

 

The dog was as soft as cotton.

“What is this place?”

The woman smiled. “A home for the Forgotten.”

And there was such kindness on her face.

 

Although troubled by sadness and memory,

this was the best day she had ever gotten.

She allowed herself a bit of reverie,

for she was home among the Forgotten.

 

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