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This is a story I wrote for RavenclawSam’s blog. There’s some good work there. You should definitely check out the other stories in this series of guest posts.

A Blast Of Random

The curator switched off the main light and looked back into the room. All seven paintings were lit by their individual soft lights. They were placed all around the room with benches for observation in the middle of the room.

Personally, the curator didn’t like this particular exhibition of paintings. They made him uneasy. He couldn’t point out why but they seemed to be eerily alive- especially in the dark.

The curator left the room in a hurry. It was 11.15 pm. He knew he was late. The wife would be angry. He checked the room once more before locking up for the day. His boss would have his head on a platter if anything were to happen to the paintings.

The room with the paintings was enveloped in complete dark barring the lights of the paintings. The room was quite empty and still. Yet something was breathing. Breathing, waiting…

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Extraordinary

They told me I was ordinary.
They pointed out my limitations.
They laughed when I said-
I will conquer the world.
They jeered when I declared-
I am more than a mere girl.
Then they began stamping out
My originality,
My fire,
My every impulse.
I conformed.
I conformed until
I saw the view
over their shoulders.
Then I exploded.
       -Mia

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So I read Looking for Alaska…

..And I loved it! Obviously! It’s written by John Green who is someone who can definitely write.

I mean, he’s brilliant!

I don’t know how all of these amazing authors do it. Really.

Once, when I was young, tender and extremely stupid, I tried my hand at writing a book. I was just thirteen and you don’t see many thirteen year olds with books of their own. And I did try. I worked hard. I kind of had a band of friends who were both-my first readers and fellow creators of the book (it is called ‘Chocolate’). It wasn’t bad for a chick who just became a teen and is so damn full of shit.

Surprisingly, I did reach an ending point and it isn’t half bad.

I sort of hate it.

Half bad is simply not good enough. I need it to be perfect. It definitely isn’t. I was thirteen! What else do you expect?

I have never even been in love. How am I supposed to write a love story? Yeah, it is possible but it won’t be good enough.

My plot, to sum it down, was about a girl who ends up at a haunted mansion and falls for a ghost.

So, my point here is, if I couldn’t do justice to such a simple, clichéd plot, how do these guys create such magnificence out of the depths of their mind?

How could J.K. Rowling create an entire world full of wizards and sheer brilliance?

How could Rick Riordan create an alternate reality set in New York for the Greek Gods?

How could Suzanne Collins create a completely different system of society?

How could John Green create characters as multi dimensional as Alaska, Margo, Gus and Hazel?

I seriously have so much of respect for all these guys. They are true wizards and witches of our time and beyond.

So…I read Looking for Alaska. I don’t dare to write a review because the book was that awesome.

The thing is, now, I’ve read three books by John Green and so far never has the guy ended up with the girl. Something always gets in the way. I’m not complaining and nor are the tissue companies. But I would really love to read a happy ending written by him.

Do Will Grayson, Will Grayson or An Abundance of Katherines or Let it Snow have happy endings?

I hope to read them in the coming six months. I have a thing where I don’t allow myself to read two really great books soon after each other. I am afraid that I’ll start taking their awesomeness for granted. It’s kind of like ying yang for books.

Also, I read Game of Thrones and I’m absolutely dying to read A Clash of Kings. But I don’t want to read the ebook and the book is kinda expensive. I hope my library has it or I’ll have to borrow from this awesome pal but that might take some time.

It’s such a dilemma. Should I buy or not?

Wish me luck. I hope I get to read it soon.

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