If it's the 17th, that can only mean a WRITING CHALLENGE!

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Third month in a row. Ready, set, get out those pens and/or fingers to the keyboard...

Here's this month's loosely-defined DRABBLE challenge and the guidelines.

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Rules (remember, they're more like guidelines):

• Fandom: any, so long as it's one you know well.


• Word count: 300 or less


• Main theme: the concept of empty or emptiness.


• Ratings: No restrictions.


• Duration: Challenge opens today and closes at 11:59 p.m. Saturday, June 25. Just for fun.

Post your drabbles as comments to this entry. And yes, please comment on other peoples' work. Feedback is a reader's gift to a writer.

On your mark, get set... go.

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Harry Potter, once again

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Title: The Last

Rating: PG

Fandom: See above

Pairings: R/T

Tonks remembered the romance novels her mum used to love. So many of them had a heroine or hero who was the last of her or his line. It sounded so romantic in the novels. The last, doomed, tragic survivor of the family...

In real life being the last of the Black family wasn't so very romantic. It was a horrible hollow feeling, a gnawing emptiness like mice nibbling away at one's hollow insides. Tonks could scarcely bear to look at the three tombstones, all in a row, in the Black family plot.

Andromeda, Bellatrix, Narcissa. And there was the newest grave under the freshly turned earth - Draco Lucius Malfoy, 1980-1997. Entitled to a place in the Black family plot because of his mother.

Andromeda Black Tonks was found dead, BLOOD TRAITOR etched into her flesh. Ted was spared, he having stopped in the Leaky Cauldron for an after-work beer and game of darts; he now lay in St. Mungo's, half-dead from shock, grief and guilt.

Tonks drew a shaky, sniffling breath and turned her head. There, standing by a nearby grave, stood Remus. The other last survivor, only his family was once bonded even more tightly by affection than the Blacks were by blood. She walked over to Remus, gently touched his arm.

"Are you ready?"

Remus nodded, balled his hands into fists and jammed them into the pockets of his overcoat. "Nothing more we can do here..."

"We'd better go to St. Mungo's and see how Dad is doing."

Arm in arm the last of the Marauders and the last remaining descendant of the Ancient and Most Noble House of Black left the graveyard.

Re: Harry Potter, once again

[in-the-blue.livejournal.com]

I think I missed this last time! Shame on me. This is very succinct and very... sad. And very nicely done.

Re: Harry Potter, once again

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[offers Martinelli's to the Wolf & Lady crowd]