#91 words

[vil-b]

@drarrymicrofic - steal (part i)

This is microfic is one half of a pair. The other half can be read here. Thank you @plumforests, @bewarethesmirk, and @holygnocchi for looking over these and giving suggestions.

On a late evening in the office, Harry and Malfoy race to finish up reports.

Pausing, Harry looks out the window. The tungsten light from lampposts casts a nostalgic warmth over the lively streets below. 

Overlaying the bokeh of the lights outside, the reflection of Malfoy’s profile sharpens into clarity.

His strong jawline is prominent in the reflection. His lips are slightly parted, glossy and glistening. His light hair is sleek and side-swept, with a few loose strands shaping his forehead. And his grey eyes are—oh—softly focused on Harry.

[mundrakan]

Prompt: Brave

@wolfstarmicrofic

“Be brave!” sounded easy, when James had told him. Be the Gryffindor and just... do it. But he hadn't managed before, when he barely knew something was there, when it hadn't seemed all that important. He hadn't before the Shrieking Shack, and before Remus was – rightly so – mad at him. He hadn't. How could he now?

Here was Sirius effing Black, third of his name, the boy who defied his own mother, the most scary person he knew, and yet couldn't go and ask Remus for a date.

[squintclover]

Forget

"Would you ever want to?"

Sirius' voice was quiet in the dark of their room. The weight of knowing that Harry, Ron and Hermione were resolutely going alone, despite any attempt at changing their minds.

"Be obliviated. To forget all of this, to forget every bad thing that ever happened to us and not feel any the wiser?"

Remus paused, making sure Sirius would truly hear him.

"I would take all the pain we've ever known, just to remember you for a second. So, no, darling. I would never want it."

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@wolfstarmicrofic

[nic-mccool]

Clinical Depression

They tell me to just smile. But do they know how hard it is To lift the corners of my mouth That weigh more than my feeble cheeks Can bear? They tell me to just get up. But do they know how hard it is To move through atmosphere like soup To see, to breathe, to struggle not To drown? They tell me to just feel again. But do they know how hard it is To reach your fist inside your chest And pump you heart by hand? Do they know?

[skymorfia]

I was chosen as a finalist for the 91 word memoir contest via Gotham Writers Workshop. You can read it by clicking the link above. 

The piece was trying to say something a long time ago and then finally it said something. 

[xfenharel]

// pretty much no asks or anything are going to be done today, ill be up late doing homework i procrastinated on

[sofialaughs-blog]

A clip from the amazing film 91 Words for Snow.

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