The Diary of A.B
written by Alya Black
A small insight into my life, a diary basically. You'll see a little bit of what goes on inside Alya Black's head. Not very good, but I'll try to make it interesting :)
Last Updated
05/31/21
Chapters
4
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509
Chapter 2: 6th January 2017
Chapter 2
Dear Diary,
So.... I just have the urge to write but I dunno what to write so I'm just going to write what comes to mind. I was recently thinking about questions like would you rather be dead with an alive mind or alive with a dead mind? What would happen if a Metamorphagus got stuck mid-way through a transition? What if he/she was stuck in a form forever? What then? I don't know, I guess I'm just a curious little Slytherin. But while I've been writing I've thought of something I can write about, Slytherin. I'm going to describe some Slytherin af things:
Slytherin: Fast cars, night drives, lip stick stains on glasses, numbness of diving into cold water, soft velvet couches, leather seats, the soft smell of rain, a strong whiff of peppermint, cold mists, jewel-toned ballgowns, silk ties and soft shirts, mahogany tables, dark night drives, cold winter mornings, frost on windows, snowflakes on hair, matte lipstick, champagne, the acidic smell of paint, a bottle of firewhisky, colorful shot glasses, spilled ink, expensive quills, fresh parchment, heels clicking on floors, black and white photographs, serpent scales, slippery fish scales, ear piercings, the sweet satisfaction of a lie and the dull whisper of secrets.
*Alya out*
So.... I just have the urge to write but I dunno what to write so I'm just going to write what comes to mind. I was recently thinking about questions like would you rather be dead with an alive mind or alive with a dead mind? What would happen if a Metamorphagus got stuck mid-way through a transition? What if he/she was stuck in a form forever? What then? I don't know, I guess I'm just a curious little Slytherin. But while I've been writing I've thought of something I can write about, Slytherin. I'm going to describe some Slytherin af things:
Slytherin: Fast cars, night drives, lip stick stains on glasses, numbness of diving into cold water, soft velvet couches, leather seats, the soft smell of rain, a strong whiff of peppermint, cold mists, jewel-toned ballgowns, silk ties and soft shirts, mahogany tables, dark night drives, cold winter mornings, frost on windows, snowflakes on hair, matte lipstick, champagne, the acidic smell of paint, a bottle of firewhisky, colorful shot glasses, spilled ink, expensive quills, fresh parchment, heels clicking on floors, black and white photographs, serpent scales, slippery fish scales, ear piercings, the sweet satisfaction of a lie and the dull whisper of secrets.
*Alya out*
