Tell Me What You Think

Here is the beginning of a new story:

I should have known.

I saw the article on-line. It was small enough, one of those columns you might read if the title caught your attention. “Man Sees Elf in Forest.”

It was common enough, where I live. We were like the Roswell for elves.

And it was quite real, too. Everybody knew that they were there. After all, even the humans could feel their magic working. The elves around here were willing to be seen, if that would lead to their successful escape. We were the largest Elf Prison.

But I saw the article, towards the bottom of the page, and read about how the elf had terrorized some man, waving around a bow and quiver. I should have known he would be put in prison.

I should have known.

I Wanna Say Something

I been thinking about this other story idea for awhile now, and I think I'm going to start it. It's about the witch hunters. But don't be suprised iffen it don't go anyhere.

Also, in a few (relitively) short days I will be posting a couplea things on FictionPress. Onna the things is a poem by one of my friends which (I believe) is called "I Feel I Could Fly." It's really good. You should read it.

The other thing I want to post is a story of mine that I been working on a really long time called "Trapped in Silence." It's about this kid, Torey, who don't talk. And the adventures of her everyday life.

A Little Bit on Tim

For anybody interested:

My Other Blog

I been working on the story a bit, and I'm kinda all over the place (there's no writing like unliner writing, LST). I got a bit of the beggining and most of the end.

After Sam says the thing about 'sustaing injury' one of her friends calls her a 'pretty wizard girl.'

Sam says he's just jealous 'cause he's not one. He gets mad and trys to fight with her, but she outsmarts him (though it probably isn't too hard) and he flies into the nearby fence. She leans over to tell him, “You should try and wait ‘til you’re on the killing floor before you go and get hurt.”

As she gets ready to go onto the field, Snape realizes what a handsome child she is. She's not a child, really, but for all intents and purposes . . .

So he goes up to Tim, the guy who owns the field and says he wants Samantha. For keeps. (Snape doesn't say this--Tim wonders it.) Tim's a pretty nice guy and says that he'll rent Sam to him. Snape doesn't like the idea. After all, Sam's his daughter, he doesn't just want the next best thing. (Seems kinda sudden . . .) But she costs 12,278 galleons, 9 sickles, and 18 knuts. Which, according to the Harry Potter Currency Converter is about 60,000 dollars.

The reason? Well, she won 37 death matches, but also we learn that she united the blue and the grey, which are Tim's two teams that used to kill each other all the time. Now, nobody can be on both teams, but apperently Sam knew them well. She was the pep band. Not part of the pep band, but it.

The Beginning of Sam's Story!

Severus S. Snape hated to sit down before the game began. Actually, he hated to watch the game, but Lucious Malfoy had invited him, and he had no excuse to turn him down. Besides, he wanted to talk with one of the players.

“I want to talk to Samantha,” he told the first player he happened upon.

“Oh, Sam? Uh . . . she’s, uh . . . she’s unavailable.”

“Why?”

“Well, you see, uh, she’s, uh, she’s . . . I’ll go look for her, sir.”

“Sam!” somebody yelled. “A grey uniform with blue cords?”

“Never mind, sir,” the child said. “She’s headed our way.”

“I only have one set of cords!” the dark haired girl said. “I jus’ thought it looked crazy cool.”

Someone snorted.

“Hey, you fly your way, I’ll fly mine,” she told the person.

Then she spotted Snape, and stopped short.

“Hello, you. Come to watch the game?”