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in_the_blue) wrote2005-09-17 01:00 pm
in_the_blue) wrote2005-09-17 01:00 pm
If it's the 17th, that can only mean...
Writing Challenge!
Last month I asked for feedback on the challenge guidelines themselves and got some suggestions. I liked some of what I got and didn't like some other bits of what I got and really, since I am the master of my fate, I am the captain of my soul, I've made just one change: upped the word count to 400. The point is that this is still a short-short themed fic challenge; there are many opportunities for writing longer pieces of work and there are many opportunties for including specific phrases in challenges. So to keep this different I'm still keeping the theme; I won't dictate anything beyond that for this time around.
This month's theme is falling (in honor of autumn, in an oblique kind of way).
Rules (remember, they're more like guidelines):
Write, write, write. It's good for you.
Last month I asked for feedback on the challenge guidelines themselves and got some suggestions. I liked some of what I got and didn't like some other bits of what I got and really, since I am the master of my fate, I am the captain of my soul, I've made just one change: upped the word count to 400. The point is that this is still a short-short themed fic challenge; there are many opportunities for writing longer pieces of work and there are many opportunties for including specific phrases in challenges. So to keep this different I'm still keeping the theme; I won't dictate anything beyond that for this time around.
This month's theme is falling (in honor of autumn, in an oblique kind of way).
Rules (remember, they're more like guidelines):
- Fandom: any, so long as it's one you know well.
- Word count: 400 or less
- Main theme: Falling.
- Ratings: No restrictions.
- Duration: Challenge opens today and closes at 11:59 p.m. Saturday, September 24. A week and a day so we have two Saturdays at our disposal.
Write, write, write. It's good for you.
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BUT NOW...
SUsan bones, three hundredand nitne seven words yesss )it was only four hundredand thirty seven first)
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I heard the news from my parents, but I couldn't cry.
It was as if a silver thread was attached to me and it lifted me up. I floated around the house. I let my mother cook breakfast for all of us. Our cats grouped around me and waited until I jumped from my chair to open the window. I was too used to the low hoot of her owl to notice it wasn't there any more. No more daily notes. No more invitations. No more boxes of chocolate frogs )'and don't forget to send back the Dumbledore cards. I still have a contest going with Mafalda Hopkirk, remember?")
At night, in my room, I talked to the photograph I had. Wherever she was, this picture would smile at me and nod. I hardly slept. I sent my thoughts to the wall, grateful that the image never left its frame while I was here. Sometimes, she even answered back. It was a voice in my right ear, much like the sorting hat had talked to me five years ago.
"Susan dear," she'd say, "wherever we are, we'll find each other. We'll help each other."
I spent the next few weeks looking forward to those nights. I went to bed much earlier and slept late. I packed my trunk wearily that last day and the last thing I laid on top of everything else was the framed image, wrapped in my new scarf.
The silver thread still hadn’t dropped me. It pulled me off the platform and into the train. It made me nod at people I knew, it forced me to smile and shake hands with my friends. Hannah hugged me and I found myself asking her how her birthday had been.
"Susan!" Neville said from one of the carriages. I jumped inside and automatically looked around for his toad. "He'll come back," Neville said. He shuffled his feet and I smiled at him, not able to tell him I thought I knew what he wanted to say.
"How's your plan?" I said and then I had time to hear the infuriating stories about his grandmother until we were at the castle.
The doors swung open and I marched inside.
"Miss Bones?"
Professor sprout. I hardly heard it at first. then she tapped my arm and I stepped aside.
"Susan...I'm sorry."
The silver thread broke. I fell.
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You made me cry.
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wel after this-one..I thin I shoud lstart writing without prompts/otuside prompts again too.
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