After breakfast at the great hall, everyone slipped off to their classes-except for Harry and Draco. "What?" Harry said after Draco tugged on his robe to stop him from walking to class. Draco smiled- a sincere one this time- and motioned his head to a room. Draco then proceeded to drag Harry to the room. It was like Draco couldn't talk because all he did was motion and nod and drag and scamper. When they got to the room, Draco dramatically opened the door and ripped a black dusty cloth off of a cabinet. Harry gasped as Draco climbed into the cabinet. "Watch." Draco said, closing the cabinet behind him. Harry waited outside and thought "Well, I guess he can talk." But his thoughts were interrupted by what seemed to be tapping, coming from the cabinet. He slid the door open to find that Draco had disappeared. He was shocked and slammed the cabinet door shut. He muttered to himself biting his nails ferociously out of nervousness. Then he heard the tapping again and a green apple rolled out on the floor from the cabinet- slightly bouncing and rattling. "Draco!?" Harry exclaimed eagerly as he whipped the door open. Inside was Draco's discombobulated, rattled, pale self. He tried to act cool but when he got up, he was all dizzy and collapsed into Harry's arms. "I-I thought you were gone!" Harry said shocked and choked up. Draco was still collapsed on Harry's shoulder but moved when he heard him speak. He smiled a half smile half smirk and replied "it was a test."
"What? What was?" Harry said, confused as ever. "Nothing, we should go to class." Draco said. On the way to class, Draco seemed happier than before and Harry questioned it many times but Draco didn't budge or tell him anything. Infact, Draco didn't say a word the whole way back.
Hello again! Sorry it has been so long since I have written. I got ferrets recently and have been taking a break from writing to take care of them. To make up for this, I have included some of my flash fictions at the bottom. Have a great day and I hope you enjoyed reading!
I remember being so scared. I remember my little hands clenched together on my chest hearing only the sound of my own heart thump and ring in my ears. My eyes were closed but I still remember the awful buzzing sounds and the feeling of hair drop onto me. All of a sudden the buzzing sound stopped. My ears were free from the sound of my heart, I could hear every bit of the world! Then I didn't want to because the hairdresser said "Alright take a look!" I was the most scared five-year-old in the room. The hairdresser took off my hair cutting cape as I slid one of my fingers from my eyes. I quickly put it back but my mom was urging me to see. I got up with my hands still over my eyes with a little hole so I could still see where I was. When I got to the mirror I pressed my tiny hands on it and looked. I whispered "I hate it" under my breath before looking back to see the hairdresser putting my rose colored, long, beautiful hair into a bag.
Flash fiction 54: where have you been?
Her voice echoed through my head on the train to michigan. "Where have you been? WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?" her voice crept closer to my ear making my hair stand up all over my body. Disturbed I looked to where the voice was coming from. I then realized it was coming from everywhere, overwhelming my thoughts. I dripped with guilt the night I killed her.
I came back. "Where have you been?" my wife asked. "No" I said. "I didn't come back that night". I'm trying to remember the story but I can't. We got into a fight because I had an affair. She hit me with an empty glass beer bottle. I came home drunk and killed her after she hit me. I was confessing the story to a police officer. My face had been bandaged up because of the brutal hit I faced with the bottle. Scars, cuts, tares in my skin caused me to ache. I even lost both my eyes from the glass shattering. I remember being charged guilty with murder and abuse. There would be no way to escape the prison I was kept in, but then I woke up in my lover's bed.
Flash fiction 66: "Only after the third attempt had he became unhinged"
Standing on the edge, the whole world flashed before me. I could see traffic and city lights below me. I saw terrified people looking up at me. I didn't see the problem with my actions, but then a little girl looked up and screamed. Then, in that instant, I slipped down the 17 story building. My past flew before me and consumed all of my being.
Running and running and running only to be stuck in the same place, as if I was glued to the floor. For a normal person, which I am not, the world should be filled with color, but, for me, it's painted black and white, like an old 90s cartoon you're used to seeing on the TV all the time. Rain dripped and tumbled and sloped down my roof. Looking out the window, I could see a flash flood forming and the grayish rain falling and splattering. This was the third time my cruel world did this to me. I got up and went to bed. In Vermont the weather is always raining and I'm not an outdoors person. I felt like the lock on my house would come loose any moment and my reality would barge through and swallow me. I had a permanent fear of going outside, but of course, I have to feed myself. When I do go outside, I never enjoy it. All the buildings are grey, all the trees are frozen in a pitch-black tar-like substance, and the sky is a dreary, thin, white line. I always act like a lunatic when I see a person, it's almost like I don't want other people to catch the illness I have. I typically end up getting hit by a woman yelling at me that I use too many drugs, but I can never feel anything. There was this one day I came home after being stabbed with a pocket knife and sprayed with pepper spray. I couldn't take it, the third time is the last time.
Finally, I hit the ground. People crowded all around me looking at me, but with my last breath I just pointed as tears streamed down my cheeks and thought "I can finally see color, blue and red flashing lights." Then I got up, Standing on the edge, the whole world flashed before me. I could see traffic and city lights below me. I saw terrified people looking up at me. 4 times.
Flash fiction 37: Someone's life takes on new meaning after discovering an unusual tree.
It's always cold when you're walking alone. He never minded the cold but this day it seemed to get to him. A particular shade of plum crept silently up his fingers and toes. When you're out in the snow, bundled up in a plaid coat with a thermos of hot cocoa in your pocket, you don't think much. Trudging through the thick, compact snow, his favorite snow, he swooped under a huge evergreen tree covered in snow to get out of the sun. Once there, he lay back in the snow never to be heard of again. But not really, you see, when he disappeared he went through a portal to another world, where it never snowed. In fact this place never had any weather at all, or time, or water. It was just it. Not a sound to hear in this world. He trudged through the world and never aged nor died. He just walked, the world didn't have an end, or sound, or color, or length. It was just it. Oh! And another thing about this world-when you have been in it too long, you start to repeat and repeat and repeat yourself. The world was strange. It was just it.
Flash fiction 98: someone's life's work has vanished.
There was once a man that worked hard to create his most beautiful sculpture. Stringing beads on wire and glass on a wooden frame, he would cut himself. He stamped on her wax eyes and airbrushed her rosy cheeks and nose. Finally, when he was done, he had the most lifelike sculpture of a woman you could imagine. She had glossy skin made of various types of glass. In the moment the man was admiring her, she grew wings and flew away. The man had worked hard to create a glass sculpture so lifelike and in an instant it was gone. He was devastated about all the work he had spent only for it to be gone. A life's work had been forgotten. The man was tired and old and he missed his wife. He had to make a new wife, but who would love an old person as he? The man decided to make a glass sculpture to look like his wife. The story the man learned was to never forget his real wife and to never replace her. The glass sculpture became the old woman once more and the man and the sculpture were together until the end. The old man's work had vanished but once he realized it was ok that he had lost it, it came back.
Flash fiction 35: A sailor returning home finds his wife knows every detail of his life while he was away.
I came home excited to see my wife. I barged through the door only to be greeted by horrible frowns. Eyes staring at me from every direction. I had a horrible injury and must have been hallucinating. As I stepped closer to the eyes, they looked so real. I ran to my wife and hugged her, telling her about the eyes. She said I had been injured and I was hallucinating. I didn't tell my wife about my accident, yet, so how did she know? I shook it off thinking one of my friends on the boat told her. She asked me if I was ok and if the injury still hurts. I was scared by this point. I noticed her hair looked funny. It looked unnatural like some wig you would get at a halloween store. I told her I was fine and just needed to sleep. Oh that's fine she said, leading me towards the wrong room. What are you doing I said as she was leading me to the closet. I just need to grab my favorite dress really quick. My wife didn't wear dresses nor did she like them. I grabbed this lady's arm and yelled at her for what she was doing and who she was. The woman began to cry. What do you mean she said. You have been in an accident and your whole life is in hallucinations she said still crying. I am taking you to your room to sleep. I am wearing my favorite pair of sweatpants. My hair is still black even though I want to get it dyed blond. My vision started to morph. I could see my wife again with her arms grabbed by my hands. I I I'm so sorry I didn't know it was you. It's ok she said. I'll just have to get used to this new life with you. But wait I said. Yes she said. How did you know I was injured, after all, I was the only one on the boat.
Flash fiction 90: A mistake turns out beautifully
She held up the crippling star in the palm of her hand. The look of worry splattered all over her face. Her face wrinkled with anger and worry so deep you couldn't tell if they were lines of worry or if they were black holes in her skin. The sun burned and blistered and splattered in her palm. She gracefully slipped the sun into the solar system.
" I guess we will have to wait"
She said softly to herself. Her dark blue skin sparkled in the new stars she added to herself. She became tired and fell asleep in her own flowing hair. When she awoke, she saw beautiful life forming on one planet called earth. She had given all the planets an anchor. Her master had said to never do this because it was too dangerous if life evolved and got more technologically advanced. She didn't listen and tempered with the planets while her master was away. She knew that she would get in trouble if she didn't leave so she flew to earth and lived a happy, never ending life on earth.
Flash fiction #2 of 90
He wandered across the lonely, dark street. The moonlight lit the world like a never-ending street light. "Hello, my love" he announced to the moon. Butterflies flittered in his stomach, making it turn like an old rusted-over gear. The moon seemed to shine brighter than before- as if it were smiling a smile wider than itself and saying hello back. The man was still prancing across the street in his old fashioned suit with a basket in his hand. "Would you care to have a picnic?" he inquired. The moon started to lose its shine, saying "Unfortunately, I can't, we are so far apart." The man shrugged as if he knew what the moon was saying and just kept swinging the basket in his left hand. He walked up to a hill with a tree and sat down. He started to set up the picnic and pull these and those and this and that from the basket. He laid there with a goblet of wine from the 1980s and began to stare at nothing. Nothing to stare at except for light… and dark. He lay there a long while, so long that he fell asleep under the big tree with the little picnic blanket wrapped around him.