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Considering how the average Arab feels about Israel, it says a lot about Egyptian tolerance and good nature that so few such things happen on Egyptian soil. What caused this disaster was the fact that the Israeli tourists felt safe in Taaba.
Oct. 8th, 2004
A drabble for Bruno
Oct. 8th, 2004 08:37 amHermione woke up. There was a stag in her room, looking at her with unfathomable eyes. Hermione was awake in a moment, eyes wide and horrified, a scream pressing on her lips.
The scream was never uttered. The stag was standing motionless. It was enormous, the tines of its antlers reaching from one end of her room to the other, but it strangely managed to touch or dislodge nothing…
…and then Hermione knew who it was who was visiting her. Astonishment changed in her to grave, awe-struck wonder; she rose, still in her pajamas, and bowed to the great animal.
The mighty antlered head bowed in return, and suddenly the room was empty.
Later in the week she was to find out that Ron and Ginny Weasley, Luna Lovegood, Neville Longbottom, the Patil twins and the Weasley twins had all received visits.
As long as they lived, they never knew what it was about. But there were times when they felt that something large and wild walked beside them.
The scream was never uttered. The stag was standing motionless. It was enormous, the tines of its antlers reaching from one end of her room to the other, but it strangely managed to touch or dislodge nothing…
…and then Hermione knew who it was who was visiting her. Astonishment changed in her to grave, awe-struck wonder; she rose, still in her pajamas, and bowed to the great animal.
The mighty antlered head bowed in return, and suddenly the room was empty.
Later in the week she was to find out that Ron and Ginny Weasley, Luna Lovegood, Neville Longbottom, the Patil twins and the Weasley twins had all received visits.
As long as they lived, they never knew what it was about. But there were times when they felt that something large and wild walked beside them.
A drabble for Kikei
Oct. 8th, 2004 08:46 amIt's the most beautiful sight you've ever seen. Beneath you, beneath the Tarpeian Rock, the white, regular ruins of the ancient city stretch out among the lush green of decorative bushes, like a garden built around the bones of giants. The sky is like no sky you have ever seen, the blue of the early evening speaks to you as no colour at home has ever done. You know that you come from a lovely part of England; and yet, the sight of Rome stretched out before you, three thousand years of beauty massed together and yet peaceful, seen from this sacred spot of the ancient… you are Pansy Parkinson, rich, sophisticated, one of the heirs of a great house; but here you feel like a happy, silent, wonder-struck child.
You turn to your companion. And you see, in his pale, pointed face, the unmistakeable signs of boredom.
Then and there, you know that it will not work between you, and thank the Gods that you never allowed yourself to be made pregnant or formally engaged.
You turn to your companion. And you see, in his pale, pointed face, the unmistakeable signs of boredom.
Then and there, you know that it will not work between you, and thank the Gods that you never allowed yourself to be made pregnant or formally engaged.
er... drabbles?
Oct. 8th, 2004 12:56 pmI don't have as many friends as Kikei or Bruno or Kenna Hijja, but some of those I do are among the best writers around. So, can you have a go at a drabble for me?
The wind was whipping the waters of the firth into a rage.
Harry looked at her and found himself thinking.
You are not going to believe this.
A rose can sometimes be a hideous thing.
Dung did not regard himself as a sentimental man.
Melting like wax in a flame...
The wind was whipping the waters of the firth into a rage.
Harry looked at her and found himself thinking.
You are not going to believe this.
A rose can sometimes be a hideous thing.
Dung did not regard himself as a sentimental man.
Melting like wax in a flame...
Drabble no.3 for KH
Oct. 8th, 2004 03:26 pmHermione cursed under her breath as she attempted to wrestle a furiously struggling MONSTER BOOK OF MONSTERS back into her bag after Care of Magical Creatures. If only Hagrid had told her that today's lesson would be on Mutable Sirifloin. Ever since the book had caught the smell of the females, there had been no calming it down; and Hermione did not want to be saddled with a whole brood of little snapping books. Reports from the publisher said that good specimens could breed as many as a hundred young at a time.
Another drabble for Bruno
Oct. 8th, 2004 03:44 pm"Couldn't you've picked somewhere else?"
Spike was furious. The tall, white, snake-like monster - whom he knew only too well - had materialized right when they, for once, had the Slayer where he wanted her. He and Drusilla had planned this hunt with so much care: "recruited" the right "soldiers", chosen the place and time... and now, thanks to Voldemort's untimely appearance, the Slayer had broken the encirclement and was gone, with just the dust of two good vampires to mark that she had been there.
Voldemort, in his turn, was not pleased with the tone. "Ah, William," he said, as his terrible white face turned to Spike, "William the Bloody."
A long, corpse-white arm snaked out at Spike, and the hand seized his throat in a grip of steel.
"You speak as though your little vampire wars were anything to the Dark Lord."
...and that was the last thing he ever said. He heard the words "Avada Kedavra"; he turned; he saw, what he had not noticed, that one of Spike's pack had green eyes... and a lightning scar...
Spike had prepared for this hunt with great care.
Spike was furious. The tall, white, snake-like monster - whom he knew only too well - had materialized right when they, for once, had the Slayer where he wanted her. He and Drusilla had planned this hunt with so much care: "recruited" the right "soldiers", chosen the place and time... and now, thanks to Voldemort's untimely appearance, the Slayer had broken the encirclement and was gone, with just the dust of two good vampires to mark that she had been there.
Voldemort, in his turn, was not pleased with the tone. "Ah, William," he said, as his terrible white face turned to Spike, "William the Bloody."
A long, corpse-white arm snaked out at Spike, and the hand seized his throat in a grip of steel.
"You speak as though your little vampire wars were anything to the Dark Lord."
...and that was the last thing he ever said. He heard the words "Avada Kedavra"; he turned; he saw, what he had not noticed, that one of Spike's pack had green eyes... and a lightning scar...
Spike had prepared for this hunt with great care.