#99 words

[writer-of-sorts]

written with @wolfstarmicrofic prompt: nemesis

Remus felt his blood boil as Sirius cooed and giggled, completely smitten with that thing in his arms.

The thing in question laid against Sirius’ body, wide-eyed and adorable. She was Remus’ arch-nemesis. His stupid, over-excited, attention-seeking nemesis, who had stolen Sirius from him forever.

“Aren’t you just the prettiest little thing?” Sirius purred.

She whimpered in delight. Sirius smiled before sweetly kissing her nose.

Remus' jaw tightened at the blatant PDA and Sirius’ complete disregard of him.

“Oh,” Sirius said, gaze briefly flickering to his husband before returning to their new dog, “And you’re pretty neat too, Moony.”

word count: 99

[mammameesh]

Fresh

For the @schittscreekdrabbleblog word: Fresh.

The continued adventures of Stevie and Ruth. Now slightly longer on A03

"Ruth, I can't believe you make this all from scratch. It's so good!" Stevie steals another bite from her wok. "You have to teach how to use chopsticks too." Ruth beams at the suggestion and nods Stevie over. "No time like the present." Stevie steps into Ruth's space, and Ruth carefully adjusts Stevie's hands. "This one stays still, this one moves." Ruth demonstrates. Stevie's eyebrows knit together in concentration, determined to get the action right. The simple action makes Ruth's stomach flip. Ruth did not know what this was yet, a friendship? Something more? Whatever it was, felt fresh.

[amesswithapen]

I got life

Sad whatifs in shades of pink and the weight of wings that forgot how to fly make me cry I got life, they say Home is not inside, I checked and all roads lead nowhere if you don’t run them or walk and all you do is balk I got life, they say Past bleeds through memory cracks and future shines numb, what about mine, what to do with all this time? I got life, they say In between two breaths, neither here nor there softly lost and brave vulnerably misbehaved I got life, they say Just for today

[amesswithapen]

Deep waters

I have a pocketful of dreams. Heavy, they forgot how to breathe. I drag my feet through the afternoon light, dancing over the surface. Shadows reach out from the abyss, and ghosts are all shadow. I don’t look back, the shore I can’t call home anymore. I stumble. It’s hope that tugs at my tired feet, tiny and fleeting. The river runs slow and cold and blue. So dark, almost black. Quiet and gentle and infinite. Not enough to drown the tears. I let go of my breath one last time. Between myself and I, only the deep waters.

[ce-ayr-blog]

The Flood - Carrot Ranch

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Fear - Carrot Ranch

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Woman's Best Friend

Copyright C. E. Ayr The Carrot Ranch Challenge:In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story inspired by “the old lady and the beast”. Click here to hear the author read his words: Woman’s Best Friend When he hears the bells, he knows she’ll come dancing out the door. She looks so young at these times, wearing a pretty bright dress and a hat. She always takes time to speak to him, promising…

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Dog Days - Carrot Ranch

Copyright C. E. Ayr The Carrot Ranch Challenge:In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story inspired by “Desert Dog”. Click here to hear the author read his words: Dog DaysThe desert stretches for about a thousand miles in every direction.It seems we’ve been walking forever.McLeish dropped a few days ago, Strachan only yesterday.I didn’t even think about burying them, the wind will, very…

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