Writing Challenge - Family

[in_the_blue]

Writing Challenge day.

Those of you who said don't do it in July because of HBP can, as always, feel free to take a pass. But as promised, here is this month's writing challenge and guidelines. Come and play if you want! (Yn Cymraeg: der i chwarae!)

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

• Fandom: any, so long as it's one you know well. Yes, HP HBP fics allowed!


• Word count: 300 or less


• Main theme: Family


• Ratings: No restrictions.


• Duration: Challenge opens today and closes at 11:59 p.m. Sunday, July 24. Just one week.

Post your drabbles as comments to this entry. Feel free to do as few or as many as you want, and if you see one you really like, be sure to leave a review or a comment.

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Sirius black, smi-original fic

[erised1810.livejournal.com]

let me know if yo uenedextra explanations. Il have soe small nots athe end buthey might give away stuff yo urpobalb y dont' need/watn now.
298 words, sirius black i na house with his thoughts wile the rest waits the evvneing away.
no spoilers for hbp (duh)
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The rug near the fireplace was my domain. I could easily ignore anything

that was more than a meter away from me. There was the television in the

background, but the programme was too dull. Mr and mrs were both reading

books, the little girl was playing with a stack of newspapers.

I liked that sound. Rustling paper, crisp, new, full of words. Sometimes,

when Mr was about to unfold the paper, I felt the urge to snatch it away.


I had heard nothing about my world ever since I left it.
It had been too long, far too long.

I started to feel restless again, and sniffed the rug. Then, lifting my

head, I inhaled. Ink. It could be printed on paper or parchment, but it

smelled the same. On nights like this one, it made me long even more for

news. I sat up and looked in the direction of the girl. I'd hardly

realised that mrs had got up to make coffee.

"What is it, dear?" she said, patting my head. "Want something to play

with?"

I tried to hold back that sound of longing, a sound closely resembling

the one I made when my food was ready.

"Do you want to go outside?" she asked.

How could I tell this to her. I was the pet of the family. To all of

them I looked like a lazy dog right now, bored on a Sunday evening. They

thought I felt good here, safe and warm. It was true of course, but I

also knew their home would never be my real home, that no house would

ever be. Not now I was so sure again that I'd failed to keep the last

promise to my best friend.

"Harry," I thought, "Harry, I miss you."



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this takes place in a house which Sirius and his companion/guide wi lland in in m ystory. it's either afarm or asmaller cottage someplacei n Ireland. the small girl referredt is another story. hope I'll write abot he this weekend. that'd be my first tiem writing her though.

Re: Sirius black, smi-original fic

[in-the-blue.livejournal.com]

Nice!

We love Padfoot stories.

Very much.

Re: Sirius black, smi-original fic

[erised1810.livejournal.com]

my story is al padfoot, all the time. siriusstar oncem entioend th book dogsbody by Diana Wynne Jones which gave me the plot bunny withotu having read that. its' evoled fro ma mere fic idea to somethign rea lwhere parts of i I can even use in my origina lfantasy plans. I shoudl do a whoel lj post about just my writing (friedslocked of course) adn my ideas.
this particular one...i have a hunch without stil even having started book six that my plans survive/dcan work around the plot (unlessshe's said sometig definite about the cursed veil.)
do yo uwant any teasers,synopsis? I' mguesgi ntis' too earl yto start postign it on my lj.

Re: Sirius black, smi-original fic

[in-the-blue.livejournal.com]

I would love to hear about it. Email them to me? You have my address, right? (It's in my profile if you don't.)

Re: Sirius black, smi-original fic

[erised1810.livejournal.com]

yo uwatn chatpers or a synopsis? I'll write somethign up tomorrow.