Magic Through Literacy

As the Dark Lord starts his tyranny the magical world trembles, Not sure if they'll live to know their parents, or suffer a fate similar to Nevilles. But as luck will have it, A wizard is born out of Godric's Hollow, Commencing the classic tale of Good vs Evil and who the people will follow. Destiny is not the luck of the world or Karma coming around, It is the reaction to situations you make while earth bound.

Here's a lift of future experiments I came up with for future students taking this Creative Writing Course! Twist on Fairytales: Take a childhood story like Alice in Wonderland or Pinocchio,  a story that everyone knows, and put your own spin on the plot to change the outcome of the story without manipulating the intended moral. Comic Book Chronicles: In light of the Black Panther and Avenger Movies that came out this year, create your own superhero comic book! Pick and watch one of the 8 Harry Potter Movies and break down the type of genre or category the movie falls into. Is it a/an (Escape, Romance, QUEST...)  Have the class write down on a sheet of paper the first movie that comes to mind. Then have them write a poem based whatever it is that they wrote.  Know Your Buddy: Pair up with a classmate that you do not know and tell each other briefly about one another. After you're done talking for about 10 minutes, write a short story about them. Altered Ego: Th...

Dear Carmen , It has felt like an eternity that I have not been able to see you, even though it was just a few months ago that we first met at camp. I feel like I have known you forever. How are you? I wanted to let you know that I have joined the track team this year. Thankfully, there are no tryouts involved to join the team. I am determined not to let you down during the relay race this summer. Have you talked to your  parents,  are they going to allow you to come to camp this summer? If you’re not going, neither am I. I would hate  for us to miss it . Please write back soon, I can’t wait to hear from you. Your best friend, Ella Dear Best Friend, I miss you and wish that we were able to see each other again soon. Do yourself a favor and quit the track team. You have two left legs and besides what if you broke your hand or something and couldn’t write back to me?  Summer camp this year isn’t looking hopeful, my parents surprisingly want me around this su...

Its been many years since anyone's been outside. Now of days, people just feast off of what scarce supply of food they've had stashed since the wolves were released. The room muttered softly as loud panting began to overpower the conversations until there was nothing but anxious silence. A loud thud repeatedly knocked at the door as if it were claws scratching away at the steel. The people inside the room began to cry in terror, praying the door would hold sealed shut. The knocking persisted and this time at a more furious rate then before to where the door started to abrade from the outside in. A dark and treacherous voice perched out from the final layer of steel barely securing their safety. "I found you-..." said the wolf, standing on its hind legs. "LEAVE US ALONE! GET OUT" cried the people, frantic for what little time of life they had left. The wolf laughed and busted the remaining strip of barricade the people had built. The wolf turned to the people...

The game starts off with you locked in a dark room with flickering lights going on every couple of seconds. You're forced to look for the key to escape and when you find it, you have to stealthy make your way down the hall without being noticed by the guards. Once you're outside you have to disarm the gunman guarding the door and then the real game starts. This first-person shooting game allows you to use the multiple characteristics embedded within your character and yourself. A few tropes used for creating this game would be Ax-crazy , which means trigger happy. Berserk Button which means going on a rampage. Cold-Blooded Killer  which is the same as being a mercenary, which is the premise of this game.

In the midst of the all the heavy and dense smoke, only a pair of bright red eyes could be seen. The distorted figure had suddenly taken shape and in its grasp laid Kyi’s mother. Understanding her fate had been sealed, she tells Kyi he has the power to change all of these events that have taken place but he has to do as she says and trust her, even if it’s the hardest thing he has to do. Confused on why she would even think of asking him to leave her rather than stay and fight, he does as she instructed him to do but just before he had the chance to realize what happened, his mother was vaporized into ash in a single energy blow. Enraged at what he had just witnessed, he dropped everything and charged the figure at full speed head on but sad enough, even at full power and ascending 2 transformations, he was no match for this superior being. He was simply getting tossed around and toyed with as if it were child's play. After taking a critical hit that sent Kyi flying backward throu...

In the midst of the smoke, only bright red eyes could be seen. The distorted figure had suddenly taken shape and in its grasp lies Kyi’s mother. Understanding her fate is sealed, she tells Kyi he has the power to change these events that have taken place but he has to trust her. Confused on why she would ask him to leave rather than stay and fight he follows her orders but just before he had the chance to realize what happened, his mother dissipated in one blow. Enraged, he dropped everything and charged the figure head on. Even at full power and ascending 2 transformations, he was no match for this being. He was simply getting tossed around as if it were child's play. After taking a critical hit that sent Kyi flying back, he fled the battle to find his mother’s lab where she had instructed him to climb into the time machine with what little strength he had left. There he would go back 17 years into the past and recruit his father and uncle, two of the strongest fighters the unive...

Growin’ up in this world it’s kind of hard to be black, Screamin’ “All Lives Matter” protests my protest what kind of shit is that, Like your life is in jeopordy, Like you really can get me, Like routine stops by the cops ever weighed on you heavily, Nahh... Fuck that shit, Can’t make it 6 feet without police tryna start some shit, Judging me on my skin & Judging me by my blackeness, Judging me in this Benz cuz I’m not suppose to have this Sayin this kid is ignorant, Claimin’ that I’m belligerent, nothin but a degenerate, prolly shouldn’t have written this... But it’s gotta be heard On the subject of nigga, yeahh I get it’s a word But see when we say it it’s love, & from you it’s a curse My grandma worked the fuckin fields you don’t think that shit hurts I’m sorry... but I do this for her Forced to sit on the curb cuz it’s a “reasonable” search His partner can’t look me in the eye cuz he’s lost for words And now I’m stuck driving home with “you just fit the pro...

Here lies a geographical map of the various terrains found in Hogsmeade. The concept is not yet finished however, the story will most likey have a "Game of Thrones" / Harry Potter type of background with creatures varying from egyption mythology to present day folklore.

Fire, created by man should be tame: In seconds shall destroy all in its path Flickering light sheds hope on its dark wrath, Prayers if thou touches thy wicked flame, Red flower to creatures whom know its name Hopes relinquished by an orangy bath; Ends life with no remorse for child's laugh; Endless power, if controlled is the aim.                 To master the art is a tricky task; However, one boy can decide the fate: Of all animals within the green gate, Convinced by many that their side is right, Evil faces lie beneath a ruseful mask True friendship leads the path to honest light...

     In a small town just outside of Zootropolis, lies the city of Wormington.  It is a quaint neighborhood that is full of mystery and unsolved cases.  The weather is fairly gloomy throughout the year and many people are left fearful of going outside their homes.  Even the air is distinctly pungent of fried pickles and burnt pumpkin pies.  Needless to say, it is not a tourist attraction but a city where you are suggested to constantly keep your guard up and be aware.  Strangely, the majority of commoners seem to not understand why the people of Wormington are in this predicament.  It is merely an unspoken golden rule the town has become accustomed to.       Not too long ago, there was a little boy named William Worm.  He was a clean-cut looking fellow that had one mission...to get his family out of Wormington as soon as possible.   Why do you ask?       ...