#105 words

[orolin-writes]

bring (cinnamon bun) - Drarry & Romione

It’s been seven minutes and thirty-three seconds. Not that they’ve been counting.

“She doesn’t like him, does she?” Harry asks, chair tipping as he cranes his neck.

“Malfoy?” Ron asks around a mouthful of cinnamon bun. “You think Hermione likes Malfoy?”

They look again. Malfoy is still leaning against Hermione’s desk. She’s smiling. It’s…

“Weird,” Harry says, licking icing off his thumb. “So weird.”

Ron thinks about Prefect patrol, how Hermione had taken him to an empty classroom and kissed him hard against the wall. “Nah, she doesn’t like Malfoy. Don’t worry.”

“I’m not worried,” Harry says quickly. “I don’t care.”

“‘Course not,” Ron grins.

➡️Drabble Dabble June

[jaygatsbys-blog]

Entry #2

Sometimes, I feel people forget I am an actual person. These parties I organize are always very interesting experiences for me. When I find that Daisy hadn’t came, as always, I often overhear what people think of me. The stories I hear! Some even suggested I am the relative of Kaiser Wilhelm or that I killed people! Am I really so unreadable to my guests? They are amusing, however I don’t ever want these accusations to influence what Daisy or Nick think of me. I should probably address them and talk to Nick, so that he doesn’t think I shall be bad for his cousin.

[sagaciousvivaciousandwordy]

My first SSS. (summer short story)

Prompt: The funny thing about nature isn’t that prey and predator can be hard to distinguish, it’s that...

...the flora and fauna all die angrily. The deer may sleep forever, slowly losing its breath; but if you did the same, you’d feel your lungs burning and collapsing, stomach churning, heart shriveling up until there’s nothing but bones and flies; the stench of rotting flesh under the rolling hills; the choking noose that is death. Oh, but it is peaceful, is it not? It is natural, and calm, and orderly. Everything should happen like that, no? I find it hilarious. That’s the funny thing about nature.

[animmaculateconcept]

Save Me, and Chimera.

A few rings at a machine she just barely reached, a cup sliding casually across the counter. "Two dollars and ninety-seven cents." The teen gave a smile coated in braces. "See? Toldja."

"Did you really take this as your first part-time job for, uh, 'big savings'?" Chimera asked.

"Smoothies, man," Eve said. "Smoothies."

"It's, like. A dollar off. And two cents less."

"Hey, Mr. Meanie! Those dollars add up!" She wore a mock pout, and when it faded, Chimera knew he'd set himself up. "But that's just... my..."

"Don't say it."

"Two cents."

Chimera never returned to the smoothie store as long as he lived. 

[i-mcalister-blog]

Drabble: Amie

Tonight a special memory serves me And I'll wait to find that I'm gray Tonight is special I only memorize those things I deny And I hold them while we'll sing Seize the day

Memory Serves - Interpol

Her eyes.

“I wondered if you’d remember me.”

“Of course I do. How could I not?”

The Owlery, his letter, his father, her eyes, confessions, mythology, her brother, her mother, her eyes, their names, the touch, her lips, her smell, whispers and comfort.

Comfort.

“I don’t know I… It’s been a long time.”

“I know. How have you been?”

She cried, he asked, he asked again, she cried more, her secret, his rage, torment, revenge, her stepfather, plans, so many plans.

“I’m great. I’m about to get married.”

“Really? That’s great to hear, Amie. Congratulations!”

“Thank you.”

Her eyes. His eyes.

“It’s late...”

“Bye, Amie.”