#120 words

[gryfferin-gaybies]

Spells and hexes flew from Harry's wand in quick succession "I'm in love with you!" Harry nearly shouted it like a spell itself. Sweat was beginning to drip down his brow and he was panting. He narrowly dodged a stinging hex.

Draco didn't even seem shocked by his confession, his face only showing the same exhaustion Harry was feeling. "You tell me now?!" His dueling partner of over an hour shouted between casts. He jerked his head to fling the blond hair out of his eyes.

Harry bounced an Expelliarmus off of a nearby wall, finally disarming Draco. "Felt like as good a time as any." He doubled over to catch his breath, offering a sly smile at the blond.

[authorangelita]

Had to watch The Rookie premiere from last night, so I got a late start on the writing today. 🤷🏻‍♀️

Still working on the Matty story, but there's finally dialogue:

"Pretty sure they're letting me win."  Mac held up the hand that sported the IV.  "The math doesn't add up."

[whumpy-writing]

short drabble

120 words.

blood.

blood.

blood everywhere.

My eyes shot open and I gasped for air. All I could see was blood gushing out from every limb of my body. I couldn't move my aching bones.

what was happen to me?

I gasped. Why couldn't I scream? Or talk? Or make a sound. Why was I silenced, entranced by the pouring red liquor from each and every limb.

"hello there darling, I hope you aren't missing your tongue too much."

My tongue? What was wrong with my tongue? My eyes grazed his handsome features, the strange man who was speaking to me. Those mischievous brown eyes.

"Don't worry doll, I'll look after you, I just have one more thing left to do..."

[thechosenferret]

Fries Drarry Drabble

Since I have a bunch of tests coming up this week, and I was kinda too tired this week, here’s a little Drarry drabble to make up for it! I want to post a few more of these next week, whenever I have free time. 

“Potter, why did you just eat my fries?”

Harry licked the ketchup off his hands, cleaning them completely. “Because, Malfoy, you ate mine last week.”

Draco tossed Harry a nicely folded napkin, immediately getting crumbled up by Harry’s dirty fingers. “Don’t be stupid, Potter, it was because you ate one of mine the week before that.”

Harry sighed. “Okay, on a count of three who ate the first fry. One, two three-”

“You-” They both said in unison. Disappointed, they looked down at their pile of food, nearly gone.

The Slytherin boy made what Harry thinks is a small laugh.“Would you like one next week, Potte-?”

“Yes,” Harry said before he could finish, thus beginning the never-ending cycle of sharing fries.

[intimacy-in-virtuality]

“Sometimes I think the virtuality makes it easier to be honest; my mouth would falter if I were to speak these words out loud”.

Post 2

Communicating through Facebook with a long-distance romantic interest enabled a level of vulnerability that I often find difficult to express offline. Only being represented by and faced with an avatar afforded a level of anonymity that enabled me to “experiment with a new identity” (Turkle, 2011:324), increasing authenticity without hesitation. Such increased vulnerability amplified trust and honesty, illustrating SM’s integral role in the “maintenance and strengthening” of connections (Costa, 2016:84). While I previously considered SM interactions less influential due to their lack of physicality, it is precisely this aspect that allowed me increased vulnerability, authenticity, and connection.

[squintclover]

Kettle

Despite the magic that had sparked like flint whenever Sirius transformed into Padfoot, it took a while for him to properly use magic again. Often it was the harder magic, the bigger feats, that Sirius could manage. Warding Remus' house. Apparating to an exact location. Things that could rely on pent up injustice and rage.

But making water hot for Remus' tea seemed to be a step too far.

Perhaps it was the significance of such a domestic gesture. The love symbolised in brewing leaves too much.

So Sirius adapted.

Found the kettle tucked under the stairs. Learned that you had to flick the switch too. Realised that you couldn't pour until the rolling boil had stopped.

Love through leaves.

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@wolfstarmicrofic

[susanwritesprecise]

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