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[fromdarzaitoleeza]

Richard Siken, Crush/Lora Mathis, If There's A Way Out I'll Take It

[lulublack90]

Prompt 1 - Extract

@jegulus-microfic February 1, Word count 425

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James, with Remus’s help, had spent the better part of the day trying to calm Sirius down. He’d been raging around the room, describing in minute detail what he was going to do in order to extract the remedy for his plight from Regulus. James winced throughout. Regulus’s trick had been one of the cruellest things he’d ever seen. It had been perfectly picked to mess with Sirius’s head the most, and it was. Sirius kept forgetting and would look at his hands and shudder before sitting on them so he couldn’t see his mother's hands. 

Remus had stormed out of the room after the potion still hadn’t worn off by the end of lessons, and James wished he’d gone to find Regulus because, the way Remus’s eyes had kept flashing gold throughout the day, he was sure there would be a fight. He’d tried to go instead, but Remus had just growled at him, and when he’d stood up to follow him out of the dorm room, Sirius had howled at him to stay. 

His head shot up when he heard the familiar grumbling voice coming up the stairs. The door opened and Remus roughly dragged Regulus inside. Sirius’s head whipped around and before James could do anything he was streaking across the room towards Regulus with his hands stretching towards his throat. 

“I’ll kill you, you little prick!” Sirius screamed as he closed the gap between himself and Regulus. To both James’s and Regulus’s shock, Remus put himself between the brothers. Sirius ground to a halt, his mouth dropping open as he tried to wrap his head around the fact that his boyfriend was protecting his villainous little brother. 

“Enough, Sirius, he’s come to apologise,” Regulus used Remus’s distraction of Sirius to go to James’s side. James looked down at him; he wasn’t even angry. He never had been. 

“I’m sorry,” Regulus said quietly, looking up at him through his thick eyelashes. James exhaled, his breath making the hair around Regulus’s face flutter. 

“Already forgiven,” He said, leaning down and pressing a kiss to Regulus’s lips. 

“He might have forgiven you, but I haven’t. Petrificus Totalus!” Regulus’s entire body froze and fell forward onto James. James caught him easily and lifted him onto his bed, ignoring Sirius’s taunts as he ended the curse and Regulus regained full use of his body. 

“That’s it, I’m about to become an only child!” Regulus hopped up and drew his wand. James and Remus let out collective sighs of exasperation. They were in for a long evening.   

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[theholmwoodfoundation]

Final quote extract from our first recording block, now that everyone has been cast and all our scripts sent off in time for next week!

What horror has poor Jonny encountered? Why is he running? Wrong answers only.

[bodhrancomedy]

The Long Road to Melrakki Goðahús by Bodhrán M.

There were only two occupants of the cart now; a tall, oak-trunk chested human man and a smaller, cloaked individual hunched beside him. They appeared to be deep in conversation, the man’s arm around Cloak’s shoulders.

As she approached, she saw the man straighten up and flash her a cheerful grin. “Hullo! You wouldn’t be willing to spare a few vittles for some famished travellers? Last night’s hare left a bit to be desired.”

The goblin (girl? Woman? Hyrrokkin wasn’t sure) rolled her eyes and sniffed derisively, “Next time, Treech, you can do the cooking if you’re going to be like that.”

“Ah, I wasn’t the one who dropped half of it in the fire.”

“You know that wasn’t my fault,” the goblin woman patted the horse’s flank as she cast an exasperated look at Hyrrokkin. “I’m Quirk, by the way.”

“Hyrrokkin.” She half started to hold out a hand, but stopped. That was a human custom. She couldn’t remember if she’d learnt goblin etiquette. Quickly, she dropped her arm and tried to look as if she was just adjusting her skirts.

If any of them noticed, they had the good grace not to comment. Treech reached into the back of the cart with one hand and grabbed a bag, hefting it over his shoulder with ease. He hopped off the seat, landing like an eclipse on the scrubby grass.

His hair was extraordinarily neat, Hyrrokkin noticed, especially after travelling. He was also clean-shaven – something Aeolus rarely was even when they didn’t have a commission – and the half-buckled breastplate gleamed like a mountain snow-cap at dawn.

He held out his hand. “At your service.”

She did shake then, relieved he’d initiated it. His palm was almost as rough as hers, scales and all. “You folks are heading over the Líkdryrr Pass?”

“If you’ll take us,” he shrugged, “I’ve heard - wait a moment there, gramps. Let me help.”

The bag was shoved into Hyrrokkin’s hands so quickly she almost dropped it, stomach lurching as she fumbled it. With a deliberate quickness she hadn’t expected from such a large man, Treech reached up and grasped Cloak’s elbow before they could finish rising from the seat.

Cloak stilled instantly. Raising his eyes to the heavens, Treech took hold of their upper arm with his other hand and guided them down onto the ground.

Quirk bent back down to what she’d been doing and said casually, “Close one.”

“Don’t want you breaking a hip there,” Treech added. He kept hold of Cloak’s arm, seemingly supporting him.

A jolt of apprehension tingled in Hyrrokkin’s guts. If they need that much help off a small cart, she thought, Aeolus won’t be happy taking this.

Or letting you.  

Gritting her fangs against the thought, Hyrrokkin painted what she hoped was a warm smile across her face as she stepped forwards. “I’ve been rude. I’m Hyrrokkin. And you are?”

“Faro. Brother Faro,” Treech smoothly cut in. “Don’t mind him, he’s taken a vow of silence. Some odd sect of Vislyn.” At her expression he quickly continued, “He’s a monk.”

“Oh!” She’d never met a monk. Frostlings had a very communal and unstructured approach to religion and she hadn’t been able to get her head around the concept of organisation. “What’s the difference between a priest and a monk?”

“Priests talk about the gods, monks just think about ‘em,” Quirk said. “I’m loving the chat, but would someone mind giving me a hand with this damned horse?”

[writer-logbook]

The MICE quotient [extract]

I was reading How to write Science Fiction & Fantasy by Orson Scott Card and decided to share the section on the MICE quotient because it's really worth it. I've selected the relevant parts to make it easier and more efficient for you to read. For those interested in the whole book, I found it on Archive.org (it's a pdf and free). I DID NOT WRITE ANY OF THIS - IT'S ALL COPY/PASTE FROM THE BOOK MENTIONNED ABOVE. I SIMPLY SHORTEN SOME PASSAGES

"All stories contain four elements that can determine structure: Milieu, Idea, Character, and Event. While each is present in every story, there is generally one that dominates the others." - How to write Science Fiction & Fantasy, Orson Scott Card

Milieu : The milieu is the world-the planet, the society, the weather, the family, all the elements that came up during the world creation phase. Every story has a milieu, but in some stories the milieu is the thing the storyteller cares about most. For instance, in Gulliver's Travels, Swift cared little about whether we came to care about Gulliver as a character. The whole point of the story was for the audience to see all the strange lands where Gulliver traveled and then compare the societies he found there with the society of England in Swifes own day-and the societies of all the tale's readers, in all times and places.

Idea : "Ideas" in this sense are the new bits of information that are discovered in the process of the story by characters who did not previously know that information. Idea stories are about the process of finding out that information. The structure here is very simple: The Idea Story begins by raising a question; it ends when the question is answered.

Character : The Character Story is a story about the transformation of a character's role in the communities that matter most to him. [...] All good Character Stories must have full characterization, because that's what they're about; and other ldnds of stories can have full characterization, as long as the reader is not misled into expecting a Character Story when that is not what is going to be delivered. On the other hand, many excellent Milieu, Idea, and Event Sto ries spend very little effort on characterization beyond what is necessary to keep the story moving.

Event : In the Event Story, something is wrong in the fabric of the universe; the world is out of order. [...] The Event Story ends at the point where a new order is established, or, more rarely, where the old order is restored, or, rarest of all, where the world descends into chaos as the forces of order are destroyed. The story begins, not at the point where the world becomes disordered, but rather at the point where the character whose actions are most crucial to establish ing the new order becomes involved in the struggle.

[shershayariaayi]

In another timeline, I confessed to you. Whether you would’ve reciprocated or not, I’ll leave that up to you.

But in another universe I would have gathered the courage to tell you that for me you have hung the stars and planets in the sky. You are the sunrise I would not mind giving up my sleep for.

That loving you has become easier than breathing. That I imagined you whenever the poets and songs sung about worshiping someone to the level that everything mine automatically changes its ownership to your name.

That I am not ashamed or embarrassed to fall in love with my best friend. That I am not afraid to change myself for the better if it means I have the honour to communicate with you for however short or long time.

In another life, I would’ve professed to the one person it mattered the most: you.

- z.t. (Extract from a story I’ll never finish)

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[marejadilla]

"Sleeping is useless. Through the dream, through the desert, through the cellar, the river carries me, and I am the river. I was made of delicate substance, mysterious time. Perhaps the source is within me. Perhaps the days emerge, fatal and illusory, from my shadow." ― Jorge Luis Borges, "Heraclitus", extract.

[neverenoughmarauders]

Ch 9: January full moon

🫂 Lots of Remus and James moments 🌕 Remus suffering from the full moon and suffering from his own guilt (because it's Remus) 😏 Sirius being Sirius 🤠 Trouble finds James 🍀 James has luck on his side (when does he not? don't answer that) 👻 Peeves causing chaos ❤️‍🩹 Madam Pomfrey being a saint

Extract:

The Sunday before the January full moon, Remus awoke with a pounding headache. He squinted at his alarm clock through the darkness. It wasn't even six yet. Pouring some cold water into the glass on the nightstand, he pressed the glass against his throbbing temple. It eased the pain a little. Once the glass was too warm to do any further good, he drank the content. Water was something both muggles and wizards seemed to agree on as an effective remedy against headaches. Remus had yet to be convinced. 

Closing his eyes, Remus tried desperately to chase oblivion again, but with no success. After about an hour, Remus gave up reaching for the ever-evading rest. The other boys were still asleep. Remus got up and changed quietly so as not to wake them. 

Walking through the empty corridors at Hogwarts, Remus was met with further reminders that most people were yet to rise. On all sides, he was surrounded by sleeping portraits and the closest thing he came to meeting any sign of life was... well, when he passed ghosts. It felt strange, making his way to the same place he'd started avoiding lately.

'Really? Already?' had been James constant question every time Remus had left him, and eventually, Remus found it easier to avoid the Hospital Wing altogether. 

The guilt had been a little harder to avoid. As had Sirius' appraising eyes. 

Remus knew he hadn't needed to worry about the matron being awake. Firstly, he knew—probably better than anyone in the castle by now—that Madam Pomfrey was always an early riser. Secondly, loud coughing greeted Remus as he pushed open the doors to the Hospital Wing.

Taking a seat close to Madam Pomfrey's office, Remus waited until she emerged from behind James' privacy screens. Every loud rasping bark hurt twice, first as a stabbing jab behind his left temple, then as guilt squeezing his chest. The coughing probably sounded worse than it was, but that was a small comfort because it sounded dreadful.

It was also a little disgusting. The nausea accompanying the headache intensified as Remus heard the unmistakable sounds of retching mingled with the coughs. Remus closed his eyes, taking a few steadying deep breaths. Soon, he'd have the potion, and then this, too, would pass. Or, at least subside to something more managable. 

'We're not playing any dangerous games this month, are we, Lupin?' asked Madam Pomfrey sternly as she handed him the small vial. 'I want you in one piece on Tuesday. There's quite enough to worry about at the present.'

'Of course,' Remus muttered. 

'No need to be anxious about your friend. I will make quite sure Potter does not know that you are gone during the night.'

Fearing perhaps exactly what Madam Pomfrey might do to James, or maybe Remus was too worn down from keeping things secret all the time. Whatever it was, something made him admit the truth: 

'No need. He knows.' Remus swallowed the potion before continuing: 'Sirius and Peter too.'

Remus had always had the impression that Madam Pomfrey was not easily fazed, having seen too much for too many years. Still, he couldn't help but look nervously at her. He wasn't exactly sure what he expected, maybe for her to tell him off, or insist that they immediately speak to Professor Dumbledore, but she only gave a curt nod. 

She remained standing there by his side, silently. Remus got the impression she was doing a lot of thinking. Eventually, the matron said: 'It is probably for the best. You telling them. Now Lupin, is there anything else I can help you with? How's the headache?'

Remus didn't bother correcting her. Never in his wildest dreams would he have told the boys about being a werewolf, because he would never have imagined their response. He still had trouble believing it. 

They said they didn't care.

Guilt, never really far from the surface, once more reared its head. If James wanted him there by his side, could Remus deny him that? There was homework to worry about, certainly. But James, Sirius and Peter were his friends, despite everything, and that was far more important than the date of some Statute or other.

'The headache's gone,' said Remus. It was close enough to the truth. 'Is James ...?' 

'You can say hi on the way out, but you both need -'

'Rest.' Remus sent her a weak smile. 'I know. Thank you for the potion... and everything.'

'It's my job,' said Madam Pomfrey, but her voice was unusually soft. 

On his way out, he therefore stopped by James' bed. 

'Good morning,' Remus offered as James opened his eyes. 

'Remus,' muttered James, his eyes finding Remus, but without his glasses, Remus doubted he could see more than a blurry outline.

'Early, no?'

'Headache,' explained Remus. 

James nodded: 'Back later?' 

'Of course.'

The answer should have been no. No, I need to rest, James. The words had not come. James smiled sleepily, closing his eyes. Remus left the Hospital Wing, looking forward to when he could do the same in his own bed.

...

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[kazisstillawake]

🐍 The Runemaster - Tomarry ⚡️

Excerpt

Harry left with a lot on his mind. His mess was far from over, but it felt like he was finally making some headway.

He turned the corner and slammed into someone. His bag slipped off his shoulder, and all his books, parchment, quills, and ink bottles slid across the floor.

‘Sorry,’ he said on reflex, crouching to grab his stuff.

‘No, my fault.’

Harry’s blood ran cold, and his scar flared. He kept his eyes down as he scooped his books back into his bag. He discreetly flattened his hair over his scar. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched Riddle crouch and help.

‘It’s alright,’ said Harry, hoping to stop him.

Riddle ignored his words, and Harry tried not to rush too much. You’re nobody; you’re one of many, thought Harry, the words a circling mantra.

He shoved the last book into his bag and looked around for the rest. His eyes settled on the last few that Riddle held out. Before Harry could take them, Riddle changed his mind and disregarded his hand. He shoved them into his bag and zipped it up for him. Harry tried not to wince. Bit much.

‘Thank you.’

‘No problem.’ They stood up. ‘How has your first week at Hogwarts been?’

‘Great, thank you.’ Harry adjusted his bag strap.

Riddle’s voice was smooth, and he spoke softly. He was probably smiling too, but Harry couldn’t bring himself to look further than the top of his tie. Neville once said that avoiding people’s eyes made you less memorable. Harry didn’t know if that was true, but it was worth a shot.

‘If you need anything, you can come to me.’

He spoke benevolently to Harry like he was a disoriented first-year. And not for the first time, Harry wondered how Voldemort was so beloved by professors and students. He was older than him; it was beyond insulting.

‘Thank you.’ It was all he could squeeze out. He felt like a broken record.

‘I’m sorry to hear about your cat.’

That cat. That damn cat.

‘He was old but thank you.’

Harry’s dead responses got the desired effect. He glanced up. There was nothing beyond the disarming smile on Riddle’s face. He had seen that smile before in the diary, and did it always look that manufactured? It was so infectious in his second year. Perspective did wonders.

[lulublack90]

Prompt 5 - Extract

@jegulus-microfic August 5, Word count 590

Previous part First Wolfstar part

The house was cold, so cold in fact that James could see his breath in front of him. They’d been through the layout of the house for James’s sake. Regulus and Sirius had decided to try the first floor first, as the ground floor had only the kitchen and the dining room. The first floor had sitting rooms, private studies and the library. There were multiple heavy wooden display cases of priceless junk the Black family had collected over the centuries. This was where they would look first, as a locket could easily be added with no one noticing. 

They started up the stairs. James had to press his palm across his mouth when they passed a display of stuffed and mounted house elf heads. He’d heard that some of the old families did this, but the reality was stomach-turning. He urged Sirius on, to put distance between him and those shrivelled heads with the lifeless eyes.

They silently entered a small sitting room, designed for a single person or a pair to enjoy. After checking that no one was in there, James pulled the invisibility cloak off them, and they began to search. They peered into the cabinets. Their eyes rested on each item, lingering on the jewellery, but the locket Regulus had shown them was nowhere to be seen.

Room after room, they searched until there was only one left on that floor. It was the grandest room, designated for large gatherings. The collections of items in that room numbered in the hundreds. 

“I’ve had enough of this,” Sirius growled under his breath. He twisted in the middle of the room as he tried to extract his wand from his robes. “Accio locket!” He grunted, pointing his wand vaguely at the room. Nothing happened. “Gah!” He huffed and went back to searching. James had noticed that since Sirius had been kept prisoner and turned, his patience, which up until this point had been pretty high, was now almost non-existent. He watched as his friend crouched low to the floor and twisted his face into an ugly grimace. 

“Sirius, what are you doing?” He’d stopped looking in the cabinets and was muttering under his breath. James moved closer to hear what he was saying. 

“Master Regulus needs Kreacher to hide his locket. Kreacher needs to hide it well or Master Regulus won’t be happy.” Sirius was using a rather raspy grumble of a voice in a higher pitch than he’d usually speak in. Sirius turned his head this way and that, sniffing the air. He crept forward, still crouched down, and put his hand on one of the cases. He sniffed the air again and narrowed his eyes. "Master Regulus said to keep it safe." James left him to do whatever he was doing without interruption. He looked like he was onto something. Sirius slid the glass front out of the way and plunged his hand into the dark depths of the bottom shelf. His eyes went wide as his hand curled around an object and brought it out into the dim light. He held it up for them both to see. The locket dangled by its chain from his fingers.

“You found it,” James whispered in awe. Sirius nodded, a quick smile flashing across his lips. 

“Let’s get out of here before—” 

A door slammed downstairs and the sound of multiple footsteps climbed up the stairs. James hurried to cover them with the cloak and just as it fell into place the doors of their room burst open.

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[theholmwoodfoundation]

LETTER Letter from Mina Harker to Arthur Holmwood.  12th June 1899

Dearest Arthur,  I understand this must be one of a hundred different letters you have received and are expected to read today. You need not send a reply, as I am sure we will correspond again very soon. Final preparations are under way in Whitby, and I believe with all fullness that our new guest – “Asset One” as I believe the technicians have named her, a moniker I am only half-heartedly allowing until we discover her true name– can be properly monitored and cared for without our facility.  Now we know we are capable of finding and containing these poor souls, I wish to have it down in writing my intentions for them, and for our Foundation. We must treat every vampire we acquire with kindness. That alone is my utmost priority. I believe that you, Arthur, will understand this better than anyone.  These…creatures, if we must call them such, were once human beings. With work and greater understanding, they may be returned to their state of humanity, as indeed such grace was extended to myself before it was too late. If this is proven impossible, then we may keep them contained and safe, well cared for as long as we and our Foundation are able. With our combined efforts, we have been granted the greatest of opportunities, Arthur; to right the wrongs inflicted upon both ourselves and our loved ones. We may not have been able to save Mr Morris, Lucy, or my poor Jonathan, but we can strive with all we have to save these unfortunate souls.  That is the most we can do, with the precious time we have left in this world.  All my love,  Mina

Letter transcribed, stored in the Godalming Archives, London

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∯ C H A P T E R 3 : Annals of the Rivers

"Exactly," he confirmed. "The threats from our Lord only fueled the twisted minds of certain individuals. Dark tales of the past, once considered mere fables, have now resurfaced like poisonous mushrooms in the dark corners of the taverns, where our Lord’s sharp eyes and ears cannot reach." "Nor his sword," Weel added, his tone laden with implication. Jesser couldn’t help but glance around the dimly lit tavern to make sure no one was eavesdropping on their conversation. "What kind of rumors are these tongues spreading?" asked the young emissary, although he already had an inkling of the answer. Weel, trying to tread carefully along the treacherous path of his forthcoming words, began: "For some years now, the women of the village, who gather by the lake to wash their clothes, have spoken of seeing Alys Rivers often emerging from the mist on her raft, landing on the shore. Each time, she would head straight for her brother's castle, where she would stay for weeks before returning to her home and disappearing once again into the fog." "A very curious matter," the other brother mused aloud, "especially considering how much our Lord has tried to make everyone believe that he’s distanced himself from that woman. It seems some of the gossiping widows, well-versed in the old rumors about the affection between the two half-siblings, have begun to suggest that his decision to allow Alys Rivers to reside on his lands, rather than exiling her elsewhere, is motivated by something more... perverse." "And what does that mean?" asked Jesser uneasily. "It means that maybe he wants her close to him, so he can have her in his bed whenever his twisted desires call, just like they once did in their youth," the old man concluded bluntly. "After all, what better lover than a married woman, free to move about as she pleases?" Weel added with a wink. "Especially if her husband can’t leave his place and has no idea what’s going on in the world around him?"

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[shershayariaayi]

There is something comforting about a bookstore being placed on a busy street. It is like having a white piece being surrounded by black pieces in chess; like that one kid quietly eating their lunch while being surrounded by kids who are running, screaming and creating chaos. It is like being on a crowded beach with noise cancellation earbuds. It’s being different in the midst of commoners yet somehow not so different that everyone starts noticing you.

- z.t. (Extract from a story I want to finish)

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