Drabble: An Evening Stroll

Reblog for Flashback April.

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Title: An Evening Stroll
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 100
Content Notes: No standard warnings apply.

I leap atop the fence and stalk my way across the narrow beams, graceful as an Olympic gymnast. The moon lights my way, but I see perfectly well in the dark. I stretch and drop soundlessly to the ground.

I pad around my territory, damp grass brushing my whiskers and wetting my paws. The evening’s scents tickle my nose. Eager to taste the aromas I open my mouth in what looks like a smile.

A moth flutters past. I chase it, partly for fun, mostly from instinct. It gets away. I yawn, languidly. I didn’t want to catch it anyway.

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3 setence fic: Mr Wrong and Maybe Mr Right

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When Mike yelled at her, “Stop hugging that damn cat, it’ll never love you like I do!” while she held Cinnamon close and kissed his nose, his purrs reverberating against her chest, he sealed his fate.

Anyone that jealous of her affection, anyone that hateful towards Cinnamon, wasn’t someone she could trust or love, definitely a Mr Wrong.

When Ben first came to her house and greeted Cinnamon with a smile, and Cinnamon pawed at him, wanting to be picked up, she smiled as Ben scooped up the cat and cooed at him; this one might be Mr Right.

 

3 sentence fic: Monsters

“I only kill monsters,” the Hunter says, refusing the handful of pennies the young girl in the faded dress is clutching.
Her eyes fill with tears and she persists that surely the reason he’s come to her village is to help her, reiterates that Mother’s new man is a monster, that he’s hurting Mother, that her eye is blackened and there are bruises on her neck like he was trying to choke her soul from her.
“I only kill monsters,” the Hunter repeats with a sigh as he walks away, but this much is true: neither he nor Mother’s new man were ever seen in the village again.

3 sentence fic: Milo

 

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He prowled silently across the room to where she slept, his black coat rendering him almost invisible in the darkened room.

He paused a moment, assessing his target, before he leapt onto her.

“Milo,” she murmured as he pressed into the crook of her legs, happily tucked himself up behind her knees, and began to purr.

Fic: Resolution

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She’s tired of the usual New Year’s resolutions. They’re so predictable and boring, uninspiring and leaning towards self-denial (give up this, cut out that) or self-torture (get up at 5am and run 5 miles every morning, go to the gym 6 days a week).

January, cold and wet, with still more hours of dark than daylight – all the more obvious when the Christmas decorations are carefully packed away until next year – is a bad time for these things. Late spring is the time that a fruit smoothie and a walk by the river might win over a bar of chocolate eaten while huddled inside in an oversized jumper and fuzzy slippers.

Breaking these over enthusiastic resolutions just seems to make people more miserable.

So this year she’s choosing happiness. What that means she hasn’t fully decided. Sometimes it might mean staying home instead of going to a party she doesn’t want to attend, sometimes it will mean going to a party because seeing her friends and sharing a bottle of wine sounds fun. Sometimes it will mean drawing, however badly, because she enjoys sketching for the pleasure of it rather than as a means to any monetary end. Sometimes it will mean doing housework and then a long hot bath she feels she’s earned.

Choosing happiness is a goal she can happily work towards, not something she’ll be miserable over three weeks into January, and that’s a good start.

 

Fic Snippet: Companionship

Romaine realises how important El’s companionship has become to him.

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El made pasta, store brought ingredients though she added a handful of fresh herbs to the mix. Romaine laid the table, poured the drinks, lit a tealight on the ceramic coaster for some added atmosphere.

It still felt odd in some ways, after being alone for so long, to have this level of companionship. It also felt, paradoxically, utterly normal. It had become usual and he didn’t want to think too hard about it ceasing to be so. It wasn’t like he was a stranger to finding himself cut out of people’s lives or needing to cut them out.

“Isn’t it good?” El asked, frowning. He looked up from his meal.

“It’s wonderful,” he said sincerely, gaining a smile from her. “I was just thinking. About how nice it is to share meals like this.”

“I enjoy it too,” she said.

He changed the subject and soon they were laughing and talking about anything and everything. What he and El had was special and he’d cherish it.

 

 

Flashback December: Hot Chocolate

For this month I’m featuring some older works newcomers haven’t seen and others might not remember. I’d love to see others share their past work; there’s nothing wrong with celebrating earlier creations any more than there is re-reading a favourite book or re-watching a film!

Merry Christmas to those celebrating today!

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Romaine watched El whisk the powdered drinking chocolate into the saucepan full of hot milk, adding a pinch of cinnamon and another of nutmeg. When she was satisfied, she poured the mixture into the mugs, filling them about half-way. She added a generous amount of brandy, some marshmallows, topped the mugs with a ton of whipped cream – he now realised why she’d purchased four cans – and finished the whole thing off with chocolate sprinkles.

“Hot chocolate,” El said, beaming, offering him a mug.

“Well, somewhere under all that,” Romaine said, grateful for the long-handled spoon she passed to him.

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Flashback December: Yule

For this month I’m featuring some older works newcomers haven’t seen and others might not remember. I’d love to see others share their past work; there’s nothing wrong with celebrating earlier creations any more than there is re-reading a favourite book or re-watching a film!

This week’s poems feature Yule/Winter Solstice, which this year occurs on 22 December.

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Flashback December: Christmas is Coming

For this month I’m featuring some older works newcomers haven’t seen and others might not remember. I’d love to see others share their past work; there’s nothing wrong with celebrating earlier creations any more than there is re-reading a favourite book or re-watching a film!

This week I’m featuring a WRE ficlet with El’s take on decorating.

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“Where did all this come from?” Romaine stared at the myriad cardboard and plastic boxes filling the living room. He’d helped El move house twice now and never seen any of these items.

“I store it at my parent’s house. They said now I have a proper house and not a small rental I have to keep it though.” El rolled her eyes at the imposition.

Romaine pointed out two boxes. “Those are both artificial trees.”

“Yes. And that’s a mini one in the box there.”

“You said you wanted to buy a real potted tree to put outside.”

El nodded. “Four trees. Don’t judge me. I warned you I like decorating for Yuletide.”

“It’s the fifteenth of November!”

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Fic Snippet: Opening paragraphs

It’s NaNoWriMo and if you’re participating, good luck! For this month I’m posting snippets of things I’ve worked on during previous NaNoWriMos.

I did rebel NaNoWriMo in 2016 and wrote original fiction and fanfic, counting all the words towards my overall goal.

This is from the start of a piece I wrote for an online challenge. I’m pleased with the descriptions since I always have to work harder at that aspect of writing; dialogue comes easier to me.

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