er... drabbles?

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I 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...

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Re: The drabble

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How very unlikely. Kenna Hijja adoring a ficlet about cats. Whatever next? Mind you, of course it's brilliant. (*ruffles Hijja's hair*)