(DISCONTINUED: Read profile.) My entries for the 100 Prompts Challenge, or, as I like to call it, "100 Ways to Solve Writer's Block". There will be angst, friendship, slash, femmeslash, romance, violence... Ehhh, a bit of everything. I hope you enjoy my relaxed little drabbles of... interesting-ness.

Entry from the Wigtown Wanderers' Captain for the Quidditch League Fanfiction Competition round 1.

Wigtown Wanderers' Captain's entry for round 2 of the Quidditch Fanfiction League.

"...But Colin wasn't listening. He was staring at the picture as it slid from the slot and, slowly but surely, lightened. The first thing that he saw was her freckles. And then her eyes. Her beautiful eyes, the color of chocolate and caramel. He knew now. Ginny's heart was warm, as warm as Harry's was. Maybe even warmer." / Round 3 Entry (Quidditch League Fanfiction Competition)

What a bad girl Narcissa had been. And all for love. The love of a man that she had married to for money and blood and material things. She had unknowingly done it all for a man who she never thought that she would love. All so he would notice her. / For the Quidditch Fanfiction Competition

(DISCONTINUED: Read profile.) He followed direction. He cast the spells. He cast the doe. He shared his secrets. Severus Snape lived for her and died for her because she was always his beautiful – his perfect – Lily, even when he was no longer her Sev.

(DISCONTINUED: Read profile.) Crookshanks knew something weird was going on, but he what he didn't know was that it was this horrible! Ginger has become mates with his beloved Bushy – his Bushy! – and Crookshanks, the smartest cat in England (and maybe the world), is going to do something about it.

(DISCONTINUED: Read profile.) Drabbles for the 100 Words Fanfiction Challenge. Follow me as I challenge myself to portray so many powerful things in 100 words. It's great practice, and very fun!

They were condemnation and complication. They were two emotions that were often paired with one another, but almost never healthily. / Written for the Quidditch League Fanfiction Competition, Round 7

Entry for Round 11.

My hands shook. Beneath the glasses I rarely wore, eye strain became my worst enemy. Gill took a sip of his tea. I flinched. Losing wasn't an option. (A collection of Gill and Angela oneshots, guaranteed to come straight from the heart or your money back. You can keep the good feels for free!)

(DISCONTINUED: Read profile.) After waking up from a... vivid... dream about a certain... person, Yakumo comes to a shocking realization.

It's Sunday again... Time to see Maurie, with her smell of firewhiskey and vanilla perfume, and that Hello Kitty bra of hers.

Imagine this: You feel worthless, so worthless that you want to give up. But there's no way out, and there's no way to give up. There's no easy way out and there never will be. There's only the cold depths of despair, the light of happiness, the cries of mourn, and the answers that only lead to more questions. Being a human is often inhumane.

Orion fingers wrapped tightly around his wand, so tightly that, for a moment, his yellowed, cracked fingernails dug into them. He licked his parched lips with an equally dry tongue. Stood erect as he watched, waited, and listened. His eyes widened manically; their murky color had brightened into something almost excited - or perhaps just utterly insane with insomnia. / QLFC Round 8

Another fic written for the Quidditch League Fanfiction Challenge.

Written for the Quidditch League Fanfiction Competition.

"For a moment, Harry searched for where she'd been. Then he remembered. She'd left. They'd both left, eventually. Both Ginny and… her. But the name was forbidden to slide off his sticky tongue. He doubted that he'd even be able to pronounce it now." / Round 4 Entry (Quidditch League Fanfiction Competition)

Wormtail had felt fear and cowardice for most of his life, but one thing that he'd never expected to feel again was guilt. Yet, as a cold silver hand closes around his throat he reminisces about the wrongs he's ignored for years. One-shot.