Goodreads Quote for Tuesday: J.K Rowling

I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.

J.K. Rowling

The author of Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone was born on this day in 1965.

Happy Birthday Mrs.Rowling!

P.S – Happy Birthday to you too Harry!

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Tragic Transfiction

This is the photo for last week’s Picture It and Write! hosted by Ermilia Blog! What we’re supposed to do is make up a story or a poem based on the picture that’s provided each week. It’s a pretty sweet chance to be random and let your creativity loose! I prefer to do the stories.

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Via Ermilia Blog

Hi there, I’m Jolie Nolan and if you’re up to it I’ve got a story to share. There was a myth, or what many considered a myth, in my family concerning my father’s younger sister, Eliza. Only the few that were there couldn’t deny the stark truth, save for the one that couldn’t believe it to this day. The others, what they doubted, what they thought was a God awful tale spun by our ancient looking Aunt Maude, was something I knew as a fact, something I’m tied to for as long as I live.

Being the eldest child of the eldest child (my father) I inherited Aunt Maude’s house on Shamus St. and I will tell you – the adventurous reader – the notion of baring this burden in solitude is nowhere near simple, the mere thought of it threatens to drive me insane. It’s up to you weather or not you choose to believe me.

Eliza, along with the other children, was forbidden from entering the last room on the corridor in old Aunt Maude’s pretty home whenever she was there for the holidays. No one for that matter wanted to step foot beyond that door, which was a rather peculiar sight in such a neat and proper house like this one.

Upon turning, the knob creaks with this eery metallic grind and as you can imagine, the hinges did no differently. The lilac patterned wallpaper surrounding the door’s frame were lightly charred, if you’ve ever lit the edges of a page with a lit cigarette before you might have an idea. It’s once caramel brown coat of paint must have beckoned generations of curious souls, one of which was poor Aunt Eliza, thirty five years ago, she was only ten. This was her story ….

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Goodreads Quote for Sunday: George B. Shaw

Via Wikipedia

The reasonable man adapts himself to the world: the unreasonable one persists in trying to adapt the world to himself. Therefore all progress depends on the unreasonable man.

George Bernard Shaw

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A brief biography

George Bernard Shaw (26 July 1856 – 2 November 1950) was an Irish playwright and a co-founder of the London School of Economics. Although his first profitable writing was music and literary criticism, in which capacity he wrote many highly articulate pieces of journalism, his main talent was for drama, and he wrote more than 60 plays.

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Hmm … opening a cafe

Plinky Prompt:Would you ever consider opening your own restaurant, bar, or cafe?

A cafe, I would. As a person who loves to get lost in a great book, I’m not totally passionate about business, but I’d like to have a place where fellow book-a-holics can come by for some quiet time, insomniacs too, in other words I’d be closing late therefore opening late as well.

It would be a classy oasis, but an affordable classy oasis, mind you, where other normal mortals can sip coffee in peace without it making a reappearance on seeing the bill.

Thinking about it now, I can see the building, not too big. Boxy shaped but with one of those nice striped canopies under which you’d find a few sturdy tables where you can go on one of those scorching summer days.

Inside would be of warm cozy colours and conductive to thoughts. That’s as far as I’ve thought about it so far.

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