15 May 2022, 03:16
Tips for Tiffany?
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Tiffany slipped off her shoes and socks and sat down in the courtyard. It was a beautiful day, one with just the right amount of clouds in the bright, beautiful blue sky. It was peaceful, which Tiffany liked. Perfect to start writing poetry.
With Tiffany's Poetry notebook tucked under one arm and Jacques tucked under the other, Tiffany sat down under a tree and poised her quill over the piece of paper, ready to start writing.
But she didn't know what to put. She glanced all around her, looking for something or someone to inspire her. Eventually, she found something- a small, lone flower in the courtyard, looking like it was on the verge of death. Tiffany stared at it for a moment before writing.
your love is like a raindrop
helping me feel like one
when i am but a daisy
burning in the sun
Tiffany's quill hovered over the notebook, her
Tiffany tapped her chin and glanced over at Jacques. "Jacques? What else should I add? I added this," Tiffany said quietly, showing him what she'd written, "But I don't know what else to add. Should I leave it the way it is?"
Tiffany held Jacques to her ear, then shook her head. "No. That's an awful thing to add." she sighed, putting him in her lap. "I guess I'll have to leave it the way it is for now. I wish F- oh! Jacques! Look!" Tiffany said, pointing over at the people there. "We can ask someone for advice! I'm sure I'm not the only one with this problem, yes?"
"Yep. Suuuure." she imagined Jacques quip. "Everyone just happens to have a poem about dead, burning plants that they're stuck on, Tiffany. That's totally statistically possible."
Tiffany ignored his sarcasm and approached a boy. She sat down carefully next to him, taking a long look at him before saying, "Hello, Monsieur! I am Tiffany Golighty, not Golightly- and this is Jacques." She held him up and made his little bunny paw do a little wave. "Do you have any tips for writing? It's okay if you don't- I'll take art tips or gardening tips also. Though writing would be preferred."
TRANSLATIONS-
Monsieur- mister
✬To learn to love others, you must learn to love yourself
HEX CODE- #826dba
STA 2 | EVA 6 | STR 4 | WIS 6 | ARC 5 | ACC 7 ✬
16 May 2022, 09:49
Tips for Tiffany?
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A nice afternoon and all classes for the day had been dismissed: just the perfect time to spend outdoor. Earlier in History of Magic, an inspiration abruptly stroke and now Marius wanted very much to note down everything he would, or at least might, need for his new story.
After the last class, he strode down the corridors and headed for his dorm, trying to decide where to write. Some considerations finally led him to settle for the Courtyard, for there was a fountain and it was an object to be included in the story - perhaps he could derive some ideas from the real object...
Without changing his attire, the Hufflepuff proceeded to the location with his 'Notebook of Ideas' and favourite pen (that is, a ballpoint instead of a quill).
Writing and humming to himself, Marius was beginning to enjoy himself when a girl came and sat next to him. He glanced at her, but in a second his soft brown eyes were back to the red notebook on his lap, as he was pretty sure they did not know each other. However, the preteen boy could feel the girl eyeing him for quite some time that he felt uneasy. To erase this feeling Marius hummed again, and it was in the middle of this that she decided to speak.
"Sorry?" Marius finally responded, not really hearing her words as he had continued humming when she introduced herself. "Is it Golightly as in Holly Golightly from Breakfast at Tiffany's? And what's that that you asked me?"
After the last class, he strode down the corridors and headed for his dorm, trying to decide where to write. Some considerations finally led him to settle for the Courtyard, for there was a fountain and it was an object to be included in the story - perhaps he could derive some ideas from the real object...
Without changing his attire, the Hufflepuff proceeded to the location with his 'Notebook of Ideas' and favourite pen (that is, a ballpoint instead of a quill).
Writing and humming to himself, Marius was beginning to enjoy himself when a girl came and sat next to him. He glanced at her, but in a second his soft brown eyes were back to the red notebook on his lap, as he was pretty sure they did not know each other. However, the preteen boy could feel the girl eyeing him for quite some time that he felt uneasy. To erase this feeling Marius hummed again, and it was in the middle of this that she decided to speak.
"Sorry?" Marius finally responded, not really hearing her words as he had continued humming when she introduced herself. "Is it Golightly as in Holly Golightly from Breakfast at Tiffany's? And what's that that you asked me?"
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Having eyes, but not seeing beauty; having ears, but not hearing music; having minds, but not perceiving truth; having hearts that are never moved and therefore never set on fire - these are the things to fear.