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Writing Challange Part II

Hi! For those of you doing the Mood Writing Challange, go ahead and post your responses here whenever you finish up! 



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Sep. 3rd, 2007 08:46 pm (UTC)
Quote: "I just have a thing about toes."
Mood: "In love"


The path was well-worn and, on this day, gratefully dry. Under the swift changes of sun and seasons the woods always seemed to have something new to offer; sight and scent familiar but ever changing. For Harry and Ginny it was a welcome relief and an escape from the hectic life that seemed to race past, the quick closing of a day and the opening of a new in the blink of an eye.

With a slight stitch in his side, Harry put out a hand to steady himself and catch his breath. His fingers came to rest on the rough bark of an oak tree, sending several ants scurrying, though intent still on reaching their destination regardless of the human’s interference.

A moment’s inspiration had suggested the jog up the hillside, though the cold air in his lungs caused him to cough slightly. Taking a last deep breath, he walked the few yards to the top of the hill. As he peaked the crest, warm sunlight greeted him, acknowledging his presence and the crunch of his feet on dry leaves. He smiled slightly, remembering a time when he wouldn’t have been so brazen in his steps, so fast and loud. To pull him away from those thoughts, though, a voice called out behind him.

“Harry, don’t leave us!”

The implication was clear but he knew Ginny wasn’t really angry. He turned, and with a flick of his wand, the pram, which had been floating a few inches off the ground in front of his wife, began to glide silently up the hill. Behind it, Ginny heaved an exasperated sigh and blew a few strands of hair from her face, glaring up at Harry. Then, with the air of one determined not to be shown up, she followed her son, weaving carefully between the trees and fallen logs.

Harry watched in ill-concealed delight as his son drew near. At last, the pram came to a stop, descending slowly to rest on the ground. With another flick of his wand, the top drew back, exposing a familiar shock of black hair and his baby boy, James.

Picking James up, Harry turned to face the light again. The sun’s rays filtered quietly through autumn leaves of amber and russet, bathing the pair in warm rays. An out-of-place snap nearby told him that Ginny had arrived, but he didn’t turn to look. Her sigh and smile appeared by his shoulder and she gazed adoringly at her son.

“My dear, Mrs. Potter,” Harry said in a falsely formal tone. “Why on earth doesn’t our son have any socks on? It’s really rather cold out here for that kind of business.”

Without lifting her head she ran her fingers lovingly across James’ tiny feet. “I just have a thing about toes,” she sighed, then added, “Besides, my warming charm will keep him nice and cozy.”

Harry could only chuckle and wrap his arms around his wife, whispering “I love you” into her hair.

(It's been a few months since I've written anything so this was a good bit of fun!)
- Felix
Sep. 3rd, 2007 10:55 pm (UTC)
Re: Toes
Aw, yay! I loved that you used the line for baby toes, instead of H/G saying it about the other one.

What a lovely little look at an idyllic afternoon!
Sep. 5th, 2007 11:02 pm (UTC)
Re: Toes fluffy! I love the pairing (obviously, hehehe!) and I love what you did with the line, a little bit of a switch from the expected!

Thanks for playing!
Sep. 3rd, 2007 10:51 pm (UTC)
True Friends
Quote: "True friends stab you in the front."
Mood: "Fussy"
Words: 379

**warning: This is a “deleted” scene from Disney’s High School Musical, so it won’t make too much sense if you’ve never seen the movie.

“The rest?” Troy asked, beginning to get suspicious.

His three friends had the good grace to look embarrassed. “You really want to eat one of those cookies,” Chad said, “for my sake.”

He slowly opened the ziplock bag and pulled out a cookie. “OK, tell me.”

Chad took a deep breath. “We…we set you up.” He looked at Troy to gage his reaction before continuing. “Yesterday, at lunch…we had a webcam. That chemistry chick set it all up, so that Gabriella would hear everything you said, about the singing being unimportant, about her not mattering.” Chad looked away. “It’s our fault.”

Troy’s brain started whirling, trying to process the information. Searching for something to do with his hands, he lifted the cookie automatically to his mouth. After taking a bite, he chewed thoughtfully. Just what exactly did I say, so I know how to fix it? He needed to think more, but he couldn’t do it with Chad and the others staring at him like that. Yes, his friends had intentionally disturbed his relationship with Gabriella, but they hadn’t really understood it, or him, really. And now they were showing remorse and even better, offering their support.

Of course, he wasn’t going to let them off the hook that easily. “I guess it’s true what they say then. True friends don’t stab you in the back. True friends stab you in the front.” He delivered his speech in a fussy manner, pretending to be more upset than he was. What he really wanted to do was laugh (particularly at the stricken look on Chad’s face), and then head off to find Gabriella.

Well, why not? He asked himself. It’s not as if I don’t know where to find them later to make sure they know they’re forgiven.

Troy stood, and the look on Chad’s face changed to worry. “Troy…where are you going?”

He brushed past the others. “I’m going to try to find Gabriella, and see if I can’t fix this mess you got me into.” Troy couldn’t resist a final parting shot, one that would confuse them now, but might, upon further reflection, reveal that he wasn’t all that upset.

“By the way, Zeke, those are some good cookies,” he said, and with that, disappeared down the stairs.
Sep. 5th, 2007 11:03 pm (UTC)
Re: True Friends
Hehehe! You are such a silly goose, hon. I love you, and you did a really nice job with this!
Sep. 5th, 2007 04:42 am (UTC)
The Understudy
Quote: "It's got a good beat and you can dance to it."
Mood: "Frightened"
Word count: 323

"No." Beryl's voice was little more than a harsh rasp; it had to be quieter than a typical stage whisper but loud enough to be heard over the restless noises of the intermission audience. "No, I won't do it. I can't. The concept scares me to death: don't ask me again."

Joe rolled his eyes. Prima donnas. "Come on. Isn't this every understudy's dream? To go on stage and take the number and make it their own? You can do it, sweetheart. You've been touring with us for eight months. You've seen the number more than anyone else. You can sing it and dance it in your sleep."

Christ: it wasn't his fault that Marcia was so doped up on tranquilizers that she'd practically had to be dragged off-stage at the end of the first act. Hell of a day to get served divorce papers. And now they had less than ten minutes to go and she was passed out -- not a pretty sight -- in her dressing room. Thank God this tour was almost over. Just five more nights, two more cities.

"Bee, sweetheart, we're counting on you. Now quick, like a bunny, get dressed. We need you ready when Mike hits his cue. Go on."


"No buts about it. This is it. Your big break. It can change your life forever. Now buck up, kid, and go get in costume. I've heard you sing; I've seen you dance. They're going to love you."

Beryl's big baby blues softened and filled. "You really think so, Joe?"

"Sure do, Bee. Sure do."

The understudy took a deep breath, nodded, and raced off to the dressing room. As soon as she was gone from sight Joe let out a huge sigh, shook his head, and rolled his eyes. They didn't pay him anywhere near enough for this job.

Five more nights. Only two more cities.

He couldn't wait until it was all over.
Sep. 5th, 2007 11:00 pm (UTC)
Re: The Understudy
Solid! I loved it! I love the grittyness of the theater, it reminds me a little bit of 42nd Street. Nicely done!
Sep. 5th, 2007 11:03 pm (UTC)
Re: The Understudy
That was a very difficult prompt/mood combination. I did have Ruby Keeler in mind when I wrote it.

I couldn't think of a fandom response for it. I can write a lot of characters who wouldn't dream of dancing, but not because they're frightened.
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Sep. 11th, 2007 02:10 am (UTC)
Re: Here goes!
Nicely done! I like the sense of mystery here. Where are they going? Why are they stranded? What princess? Nice little tease here, and excellent use of quote!
Thanks for playing! :)
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Sep. 11th, 2007 02:17 am (UTC)
Re: Here goes!
Awesome! Glad you like it. I should have something else to post by midweek, I think. I actually had to go out to the internet and find a family tree program (freeware) to keep track of all the Dawson cousins!
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Sep. 11th, 2007 02:23 am (UTC)
Re: Here goes!
I can't read my own handwriting, and I'm always losing important papers...this way, there's an electronic record. ;) hehe.
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