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Drarry microfic: Mask
Written for the @drarrymicrofic prompt, "mask."
Draco screamed when Harry answered his Floo.
“What the hell is wrong with your face?”
Harry laughed until he was breathless, the bastard.
“It’s a sheet mask, to make my skin nice. I’m having a spa night with Ginny and Luna.”
“Well, you look like a ghoul!”
“I’m your ghoul. Wanna kiss?”
Harry leaned into the flames, lips pursed. Draco screamed again.
She watched his back as he left the room. The object placed into her hand was a piece of Dove chocolate, her favorite. Unwrapping it, she popped the candy into her mouth and read the message inside of the foil. "True love is a bond that lasts forever," it said. Bolting out the door, she hurried to catch up to her man.
(Possibly unnecessary, but just to be safe) Disclaimer: I do not own Dove chocolate nor the message/words placed within the quotation marks. I actually read that on the wrapper and decided to use it in this 62 words short story. Thank you.
You were warned
“Save me, please?” Her thoughts, rational. His intentions, mechanical. “I can’t save you, because I can’t save myself.” She tries with every word she knows to knock him into consciousness. She fails. She falls. Time passes. Her dark insides come up to swallow them both like a flesh-eating virus. She presses on and he walks away, just like she knew he would.
-62 Words
The One (That Got Away)
by Elva Clarke (Writer and Photographer)
Maybe she looked different from behind. Better. An image that came into focus at a distance as she walked away. Unable to be seen when she stood in front of them with heart in outstretched palm. Bruised from being pushed away and taken for granted. She was tired of being the one that got away. She just wanted to be the one.
The photographers are probably cringing but hey I took the shot. One more day for edition 2: 62 words and then we take a break. - JW
Peering blearily out of the crevice between lashes in the waking hours of the morning, she parts the prison bars of her curls across the contours of her face. Hair and fingers entwine as she begins to pick apart the strands squinting in the harsh morning sunlight filtering through the interstices of the curtains. She realises this bed is not her own.
The One (That Got Away)
Written last night into this morning and may be used for my 62 word writing project but hey I'm in the sharing mood.
The One (That Got Away)
Maybe she looked different from behind. Better. An image that came into focus at a distance as she walked away. Unable to be seen when she stood in front of them with heart in outstretched palm. Bruised from being pushed away and taken for granted. She was tired of being the one that got away. She just wanted to be the one.
- Elva Clarke, Copyright 2011
62 words is closed. So here.
She sometimes looks back on adolescence and remembers when wishes where stones in her belly that she’d spit at the offending world. One wish was that her life be interesting, rather than good. This stone rolls over her skin with grief and terror, but the fact that she asked for this actually calms her. It means she can ask for peace, too.
62 Words #III You Suck.
He stares at the page; it’s about as blank as his mind. Frustrated, like a hamster circling its ball, he continues to persevere in this losing fray. He attempts to unravel his past hoping to gather inspiration from his insipid memories, but fails miserably. He grunts.
“I suck” were the only words he wrote, over and over until the block had lifted.
