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It's Wednesday!

Some of us are feeling tired and run-down. Some of us can't wait for the weekend to finally come. And some of us have already thrown our plot bunnies into the ether.

But never fear, Quick Quill Quotes is here!

Take up your Biros and Ballpoints! Brandish your sharpener and retrieve that dreaded red marker from its dusty corner! Flex those fingers!


The current week's theme is: Comedy

This can be anything related to Comedy. Does laughter fill the air in whatever setting you've chosen for your scene? Have you, as a writer, decided you want to bring joy to your readers hearts with jokes galore? Or is one of your characters full of particularly bad puns?

We’ll love to read anything you give us!

So give us a snippet of a current piece you're working on, don't be shy! Whether there's only one word related to the theme or it's a devoted sonnet, we want to hear about it.

Don’t have anything related to this weeks theme? No problem. A new drabble within the word limit is an excellent contribution as well! Only got 50 words? So what? Every word counts!

Entering and Rules

The snippet or drabble must be 400 words or under. It should be a new drabble OR from a current work. It should also, however loosely, be related to this weeks theme.

To participate, simply leave your contribution as a comment below.

Posting will close Wednesday 9th October at 00.00 GMT

Don't be afraid to cheer on your fellow writers!

Good Luck!

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Comments

[dracogotgame.livejournal.com]

Yay for QQQ!

Comedy is a brilliant choice for a theme, and I find that it can be quite challenging. It's harder to right hilarity than angst, IMO.

Here's (http://dracogotgame.livejournal.com/60428.html)something I wrote just yesterday ^_^

[slashedsilver.livejournal.com]

Thanks QQQ for making me write!

Ron wasn't seeing this.

"Zabini," Ron hissed. "Tell me I'm not seeing this."

Blaise's reply was to down another shot of Firewhisky. "It's no good," he said in dismay, staring at his empty glass. "I can still see them. Martha, bring me some Galloping Gargoyles, please."

"You want one of those little umbrellas with it?" Martha said from across the bar.

"Yes," Blaise agreed. "Anything that's colourful enough to distract me from what's going on."

"Blaise," Hermione said, joining them at the bar. "Your friend's getting frisky."

Blaise shot her an annoyed look. "Can't you see that I'm doing my best not to notice, here?"

"Is he always such an affectionate drunk?" Hermione said, ignoring Blaise's attempts to disappear. "I never would have figured it."

Ron's eyes were still fixed in horror on the sight before him. "I don't think I can ever forget it now."

Finally giving in to curiosity, Blaise turned back to investigate how far the show had progressed since his last glass.

Behind him, Draco had dragged Harry onto the countertop, and was proceeding to very raunchily grind himself backwards into Harry's body. Harry's face was bright red, though whether it was from embarrassment or lust, Blaise critically decided that it was impossible to tell.

"You stole my heart, and sunk me in your cauldron of love," Draco declared vigorously, and very much off-key.

"So much for not liking the Weird Sisters," Blaise said, smirking. "That's the line from their as yet unreleased album, 'Friday the Thirteenth'!"

"And you would know this how?" Ron said suspiciously.

"Thanks for the drink, Martha," Blaise said loudly, picking up his umbrella-adorned drink.

And I'm reaching 400, so the rest will be posted to my journal when it's complete!

[blithelybonny.livejournal.com]

Here's a little snippet from a WIP I'm working on. Ron is just the right person to talk to when Harry can't quite remember what the hell he got up to last night.

H[arry] waits until Ron pulls on a pair of track-bottoms before he gets up from the floor. Thankfully, he’s fully clothed himself, but he’s definitely still wearing the tight trousers that Ginny dressed him in, and fuck, is that glitter?

“Did you actually make it into the Crossed Wands last night then?” asks Ron, when Harry doesn’t answer. He’s grinning widely at Harry in the mirror, as he runs a hand through his shaggy hair, and examining his very hickey-laden neck and shoulders. “Shit, she really did a number on me last night.”

“I did.”

Ron whirls around, and Harry really wishes he didn’t have to make everything so dramatic -- especially not when his head is starting to spin. “Bloody hell, I was just taking the piss, but you really did?”

Sighing, Harry pulls a hand through his hair, wincing as it gets stuck in a clump of hair gel -- fuck, he hopes it’s hair gel. “I really, really did.”

“Did you pull?”

Incredulous, Harry’s mouth drops open. “That’s the question you ask? Really, of all the things to ask, that’s the thing you ask?”

Ron laughs. “Well, that’s why people go to bars, Harry. To pull. Did you pull?” He turns back to the mirror and smirks at himself. “I pulled.”

“I don’t think it’s really considered ‘pulling’ if it’s your girlfriend,” Harry says, as he manages to get himself back up on the bed. His head spins less when his eyes are closed, he finds.

“Susan’s not really my girlfriend, Harry, it’s just a --”

“--thing,” Harry finishes for him, “yes, I know. Still not really pulling.”

“Stop avoiding my question. I can’t tell if you’re avoiding because you did or because you didn’t.”

“I didn’t,” Harry sighs, scrubbing a hand over his face. He would really, very much like this conversation to be over. “And you’re probably going to be late if you don’t get a move on.”

[nishe-w.livejournal.com]

I was hoping to finish this o/s in time to submit it to the HP Owned fest, but it grew too big for me to even attempt to submit in time. So I'm still working away and writing it. This scene always makes me laugh, though maybe it's just because of my crackpot sense of humour.

“You coming to the get together next week, Evans? Now the little brats are at home for the summer, you have no reason not to.”

Harry snorted and rolled his eyes good naturedly. “They’re not brats, Lev. They’re young children. And I enjoy my work, just like you enjoy working with nutcases like me on a daily basis.”

“I resent that. I do not enjoy it. You nutters just pay well.” Lev barked out a rough laugh and Harry grinned. Yes, Levi was a good friend, no matter what Dolores thought, and he always had Harry’s back. He’d introduced Harry to more than enough good, trustworthy Doms over the past year, and though none of them had quite worked out, for reasons Harry couldn’t explain to them without actually sounding like a nutter, he hadn’t given up, and even played the role of Dom for Harry when he really needed it.

“Yes, I’m going to come, you made me promise, remember? Who knows, I might even find what I’m looking for this time.”

“Ah, yes, the link to your elusive former life before Dolores found you wandering around shitty Bitteswell by yourself and took you under her extremely flabby, pink, wool swaddled wing.”

“Lev!” Harry choked on a laugh as Levi grinned unashamedly.

“I’m telling you, that woman wears too much pink. It’s like she’s a four year old trapped inside an eighty year old’s body.”

“Dolores is only just about to reach fifty.”

“She doesn’t look it. But enough about old toad face, just thinking about her makes my dick want to shrivel up and fall off. Make sure you look your best. A friend of mine is going to come down. I think you’ll like him. I know you said you don’t like red heads in a sexual or romantic sense, but I think he might just change your mind.”

Harry groaned and Lev tsked. “I’ll see you tomorrow for golf, or did you want to do cricket instead? I might be able to get a few guys together, see if we can get a whole team. Maybe a little bit of footie?”

“Yeah, whatever, you pick. Just know that you won’t win no matter what we play.”

“Ah, shut it, Evans. I kick your arse every time we play football.”

“Only penalty shoot outs!”

“It still counts!” Lev laughed as Harry chucked a hand towel in his direction half-heartedly. “See you tomorrow, loser.”

“Tosser.”

“Not since Emily came on the scene.”