So I'm meant to be writing something for my short story class about a fantasy figure. The idea is to write about them and convince someone that they're real (like go into them having holes in their socks, the toothpaste they use, etc in 200 words). I thought I'd try it with Jason Todd, only I don't think this is that the tutor wants. So I'm going to go back and try again, and you guy get this cut version.
He was a lot more silent than expected. When looking at this man who was well over six foot and broad you didn’t expect him to be as silent or quick as he was. One moment the end of the alleyway was open and the next his silhouetted figure was there. Held in one hand was a book, possibly something by Jane Austen by what could be seen of the cover, his fingers threaded through the pages and marking them for him to go back to. In the other was a gun. He was not the first to work with Batman and use alternative methods of subduing criminals, but he was the first that had used lethal force especially in those early days for his time in Gotham.
He was in his newer outfit, the one that looked like the best to wear during the heat of summer. Even in the limited light, scars could be seen over his upper arms. Some looked like they came from bullets. Others from some kind of blade. His boots were scuffed at the toe, giving the impression that he often dragged his feet or that they had been used in some other way, potentially kicking someone he was fighting, and they had come in contact with something that wasn’t soft, like a human body. It was his face though that drew everyone's attention. While his hood was up, domino mask was on and his lower face covered in his half mask, it was still easy to see the annoyance that was on his face. His annoyance over being interrupted while reading.
It looked more terrifying than when he was going to hurt someone for other criminal activity.
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Apparently, no one has unpublished wips they want to talk about. Well, I have a perfect solution!
Lets CREATE a wip to talk about for anyone willing right here, right now.
A CHALLENGE:
1. Create a setting, an environment. A room, forest, river, chair to sit on, cloud to lie on. Create a "where". Describe it so that everyone can see, hear, smell and taste what you do.
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(IC, Mandatory) What were you doing last Saturday afternoon?
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It's been a while, so this weeks drabble challenge is an open slather.
Try writing something that makes your reader feel something.
Make us laugh. Make us cry. Make us happy, or angry, but make it real.
Here's a few little rules to kick you off!
Write exactly 100 words. No more; no less.
Challenge is open to everyone! Original writers encouraged, and all fandoms welcome. Why not switch up your normal a little?
When you've got your 100 words, remember to post here so that everyone has a chance to benefit from everyone's work. It's so great to read everyone's styles and ideas! Entries close on Friday, August 9th this week, so there's plenty of time!
The holidays were difficult for Amos. While he wanted to spend them with his younger sister, he also never wanted to be home. He could get off during the summer. She was preoccupied with her tutors and tended to be feeling better during the summer, so could play with friends now and then. During the winter, however, she was often stuck inside, her health diminishing. Her body always took a toll from it, and so while she was often bedridden, Amos wanted to stay with her. He never knew how much longer she had.
Abigail was lonely, and he tried to help with that, but it was hard. It was so hard for him to be here, at home. It hadn’t gotten better over the years, but it had become easier to bite down. None of them had gone into his brother’s room in years. His mother’s painting studio was a place that they couldn’t even walk past. So while he sat with Abigail, talked with her, watched as she fell asleep, he slowly maneuvered his way down to the sitting room. The fireplace was crackling, casting a comforting glow on the room, and Amos watched it. The large Christmas tree sat in the corner, twinkling from the fire’s light, presents upon presents stacked on each other. Andromeda and Ted would make their round to the manor tomorrow, but for now, Amos was left to his thoughts.
It was a year ago, now. A year ago when everything changed. A second home destroyed and relationships transformed into something... more.
- - -
Abbie was running about the house with a friend. She had a friend over. It was enough to make Amos break down and cry if he wasn’t so good at holding that back. She was well, right now. She was happy. It made him happy.
His good mood was only going to be spurred on as Mary Macdonald accepted his invitation to come over for the holiday. Amos was honestly a bit surprised - his invitation had been tentative, making it clear that she didn’t have to and understanding how important it was to be with family... but she hadn’t even hesitated. It had made his heart soar, much to his chagrin. Mary had always been a constant friend since Hogwarts. Someone wonderful and honest and good. Good for him. He had never wanted to ruin that with his more... flirtatious tendencies. Yet over the years, they had grown close. He had an overwhelming instinct to protect her - when she was attacked, he was ready to go to war for her. He felt a desperate urge to keep her safe. To keep her with him. To keep her close. Why had he invited her? Because he was lonely and wouldn’t have friends over for a bit? His friends were all either at home or school for the holidays, perhaps it was just for company... but her’s in particular. He just... wanted her close to him. There was no reason to analyze that, right?
But then she was there and it was like she belonged - like he belonged. Abbie grinned when she saw them sitting together by the fire, ultimately conspiring with her friend (he could only assume) and running and giggling into the other rooms. He didn’t focus too much on that, though... he was focused on her. Their conversations were natural, their silences comfortable, and then... well. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her and she was watching him and he wasn’t sure how or who, but they were kissing and his heart felt like fireworks. His hand was caressing her cheek, their mouths moving together for the first time in the most gentle of explorations. She was soft, warm, comforting and when they finally pulled away, her face flushed and nervous, a laugh like he had never heard from her, she was more beautiful than ever.
His heart was racing, as was his mind. Her forehead pressed to his, and he welcomed it with everything in him... but there was a striking fear inside, as well. Amos told himself... he swore to himself... he couldn’t let this happen with Mary. She needed someone better - she needed someone capable. Someone who could give her everything. He was so... so broken. But she was there, and he could for now let her presence assuage his fears. She began to spoke, but then he heard his sister’s voice.
Amos looked up at her and there was worry on her face. She wouldn’t interrupt if it wasn’t important. She handed them both letters and he opened it with furrowed eyebrows. He glanced at Mary before beginning reading and watched as her eyes widened. “Mary?” He prodded, quickly scanning his own letter, a similar reaction on his own face. He looked back up to see her moving around the room, picking up her things, and he got up to follow her as she started to walk outside of the house. “Mary, what are you-?” He paused as she walked out, turning to look at him again. His mind was whirring. Who was there? What was left? Who had done this? And now... Where was she going? It shut down briefly as she kissed him again, as brief as it was. He could only imagine that the expression on her face mirrored his own - confusion, worry, a certain determination. He had to get in contact with others, but he didn’t want her to leave.
“I’m sorry.” She had said. And as he watched her disappear, he realized that so was he. What had he done? What was he thinking? Shaking his head, he quickly turned to go to his sister. Ted was at the school... He had to leave. He had to find him, make sure he was okay, make sure everyone was okay... he had to make sure Mary would be okay... and he had to take his mind off of what had just happened. He had to forget.
It can be a brand new character or a character you’re working on and they can be writing it to literally anyone. Use this to find their voice, opinions, personality, explore their life before the story, or just for fun. Try to write it under 500 words but not less then 250.
Post it and tag @anonwrite
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