page seven -- tag, you're it!

[traintracks]

I was tagged by crystalusagi!

Go to page 7 of the current manuscript and copy and paste a few paragraphs, then tag 7 authors to do the same. This can either be original fiction or fanfiction.

I'm tagging: birdsofshore, elrhiarhodan, firethesound, kedavranox, marianna_merlo, notearchiver, and writcraft!

Now that I'm looking at my page 7, I'm LMAO, because it might literally be the only page in this whole story with no sex on it!



"Is that…Claudette?" he asks. "Are you people mad?"

Now Harry smiles. "Just watch."

Teddy stands in the middle of the valley, no cover within a hundred meters in any direction while the rest of us shelter behind shields just inside the trees. The dragon folds back her wings and dives for him, her jaws opening. Teddy opens his arms, not passively but ready for something like a bar brawl. It's not even something I would attempt, and Claudette just almost doesn't hate me. My hand goes to my wand as a reflex. I doubt I could get a good spell off in time. Harry could, but his hand is nowhere near his wand.

"Harry…" I start when I feel sure she's going to roast him.

"Wait."

I let the comment go and file it away under 'Punish Later'. I'm too raptly invested in what's happening on the field.

Claudette lets fly a huge fireball, but the shield I wasn't even aware was still there, deflects it easily. Everyone gasps. And as Claudette passes, I see her tail whip back behind her and come slashing down in a fast arc.

This time Teddy doesn't even try to shield. His hands are ready, though, and as the tail aims for his midsection, he jumps, landing on it instead and holding on tight. The crowd erupts in cheering as both dragon and wizard soar over their heads, disappearing over the tree tops, Claudette roaring bitterly as she flies away.

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[notearchiver.livejournal.com]

Okay, here goes. It's never going out in the real world, so it's a harmless little ditty that I wrote today -- no real effort, unedited, all that cal. It's part of a series of interconnected narratives.

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To be honest, the summer of 1958 was hot, but not nearly as scorching as the one of 1945. Of course, back then we were all excited for the boys to come home. It was the time when everyone would hitch over to Anna Marie's for Sunday supper and talk about how John had written saying he would be coming back in a few weeks now that the war was winding down, how Henry had written to Mary about getting married when he got back. It didn't matter that the few weeks turned into two months, or that St. Augustine needed its roof repaired, because Anna Marie's mash and Susan's chicken filled our stomachs just fine.

The summer of 1945 may have been hotter, but it was a fine sight better than 1958. In 1945 there were still people living around the Rambling Woods. No one had left because of the land or heat or just the darn weariness that cocoons the body. Nowadays there's no one to invite to supper and wars just aren't as exciting as before.

Now it's just Holm—if he's still around, even—and his sister and their Momma—if she hasn't died yet—and Anna and Anna Mae. Now there's just me and Dan.

I was fourteen in 1945, too young to go to war, so I worked in the fields with Dad who couldn't go to war on account of his bad arm. When I was younger he told me heroic stories of how it had been injured—how he had fought off wolves and coyotes to save the chickens. It wasn't until 1944 that Momma told me he had been stepped on by old Delilah. Looking at the fat bay that night, I wondered how she could ever have shattered Dad's arm. She snorted at me.

The summer of 1945 was a time when war was still fun; a time when Dan was nineteen and he came home smiling and telling stories of French girls and killing Japs. When Dad and Mom died it was just me and him, and then he got drafted. When he came back from Korea with a bum leg, it felt like it was just me.
Yes, the summer of 1958 was hot, but the heat didn't make the dirt roads shimmer and the trees melt together in a mirage. The summer of 1958 only made things clearer.

[traintracks.livejournal.com]

Oh that is BEAUTIFUL! Gah!! Is this incest? Maybe that's just my dirty mind. LOL. I love it regardless! Thank you for sharing it! <3