Writing Challenge - Taste

[in_the_blue]

Those of you who know me understand that I tend to get random inspiration for writing in the shower and yes, there is a physiological reason for that and no, I won't go into it here because it's been done before. Today's inspiration: the senses, particularly the sense of taste.

Since so many of you who read this journal are writers, I thought a drabble challenge was in order.

It's not a contest, it's a challenge. Read that as an exercise in concise writing. I was thinking primarily for roleplayers as a way of getting to know tiny details about your characters, but you don't have to be an active roleplayer to join the challenge. Everybody is welcome.

Rules (Captain Barbossa reminds me that they're more like guidelines):

• Fandom: any, so long as it's one you know well. I play at Dogstar with Harry Potter characters and milliways_bar with HP, Cowboy Bebop, and Twin Peaks characters; for my purposes I'm keeping it to one or more of those worlds because really, doesn't FBI Special Agent Dale Cooper just cry out for talking about a damn fine cup of coffee and his quest for the world's best cherry pie?


• Word count: 300 or less


• Main theme: sense of taste


• Ratings: No restrictions


• Duration: 1 week. Challenge opens today and closes Sunday, April 24.

Post your drabbles as comments to this entry. And yes, you can comment on other peoples' work. Feedback is always nice.

Ready?

Go.

Comments

[ravensnape.livejournal.com]

A small tidbit from Ancient Prophecy...Chapter 11. May I suggest you both read Chapter 11 first and if you like it then proceed from the beginning :D


Chapter 11 Ancient Prophecy...
Again sensing something rather than hearing it, Severus drew his wand and paused, peering down the mist-shrouded path. Emerging at a quick trot came the one sight in the world that Severus never thought--even in his wildest nightmares--to see here. A large, black hulking outline emerged from the concealment of the brush, its shaggy fur covered in burs. With wide gleaming eyes it ambled toward Severus, a wet, pink tongue lulling to the side of its canine teeth.

With a whispered snarl, Severus spoke to the dog. "What in hell are you doing here, Black? How did you find this place? I always knew you were foolhardy, but this is just sheer stupidity!"

Casually, the Animagus form of Sirius Black looked up at Severus. Walking full circle around the man, he paused to the immediate left of Severus' boots, lifted his massive back leg and urinated at a small outcrop of shrub and rock. Turning his backside to the maniacal look being thrown his way, Black pawed and scraped the gravel beneath him with stiff legged, backward thrusts, throwing up gravel and urine dampened rubble onto Severus' polished black boots.

With a swift motion, Severus kicked out at the dog, his long leg narrowly missing the targeted backside of Black.

Severus watched as Black, with one last look over his massive haunch, dismissed him with the closest thing to a canine smile he had ever seen and then trotted down the path in the wake of the Death Eaters. Thinking of the curses he could legally use on Black, Severus reached once again into his bag, pulled out a black hooded robe and prepared to follow him.