To Write: It isn't simply an infinitive; it's the way authors allow their hearts to bleed onto paper, freeing their emotions as their soul pours into their work. It isn't purely a phrase. The two words, the seven letters, are the description of everything within an author. A writer, compared to an author, are worlds apart. Whereas a writer is deeply passionate over their works of art, an author is one who is determined not only to succeed but is willing to bestow their own heart into their fiction. Fully willing to fall in love repeatedly with the characters and stories our eyes see, an author's job to compose new worlds for fellow imaginations to visit is never complete.
To write is to release one's senses as the door to vivid imagination is opened wide. Showing with words, drawing the pictures for one's mind's eye to view, pulling you ever-so-slightly into our worlds of fiction: this is every author's aspiration.
I am not only a writer. I am an author.
Summary: Hermione and her two best friends, Harry and Ron, are on a trip with their sixth year Herbology class to Bodmin Moor. While searching for magical plants, Hermione stumbles on a door in the ground that leads her and the boys to the crumbling mansion of the time-travel obsessed wizard, William Rashleigh. After her encounter with Rashleigh, Hermione finds herself trapped in a time where magic is feared, witches are hunted, and the punishment for being able to do magic is death. Can Hermione survive The Salem Witch Trials?
A/N: This story is not for the faint at heart. The descriptions of death in the fic will be somewhat graphic and not suitable for young and impressionable readers.
I am BeautifulDreamer07 of Gryffindor House rising up to the answer the prompt. A Shift In Time, in the Spring Challenge.
Summary: Hermione died in the Horcruxes crusade. One year later, Voldemort was finally destroyed and Ron returned home, exhausted. His room was exactly the same as he left it. But awaiting him on his desk was a small pile of letters with a short note on top.
Mr. Weasley, we found those letters addressed to you in Hermioneís belongings. It was only fair they were returned to you. Signed, Mr. and Mrs. Granger.