Hello, everyone! I'm Robyn, and I'm here because zinaya
is a very effective recruiter. ;-) I'm semi-active in the Harry Potter fandom, but though I love reading fanfic, I prefer to write original stuff. My usual genre of choice is romantic fantasy - swords, sorcery, and kissing, basically - but I like to do the occasional foray into science fiction and mainstream fiction, as well. My short stories have a distressing habit of turning into novels, so I'm really looking forward to practicing the art of brevity in this community!
So here's my first try:
Word Count: 347
Genre: General Fiction
“She looks angry,” Nick observed, coming up behind his girlfriend and peering over her shoulder at the print she was hanging on the wall.
“That’s because she is,” Erica said.
She marked the wall with a pencil, set the framed print gently on the floor, and positioned a nail. Nick winced as Erica pounded the nail in. Three sharp taps was all it took, she was swinging the hammer that hard.
“What’s she angry about?”
“What do you
think, Nick?” Erica fussed with the print, nudging it gently from side to side with her thumbs to make it hang straight.
“Er,” Nick said, as the print glared at him over his girlfriend’s shoulder. “Maybe her boyfriend is a jerk, and forgot to do the dishes after their housewarming party?”
Erica stopped adjusting the frame, and dropped her hands to her sides. “Maybe,” she said. “But I think she’s too young for boyfriends.”
“That’s lucky for her,” Nick said. “Because if she did
have a boyfriend, and he did
leave the sink stacked full of dishes, it would be really hard to fix dinner.”
“It would,” Erica agreed. “And it would probably smell. A lot.”
“But really, why would she want to cook the night after she’d catered a housewarming party, anyway? I mean, if she did have a boyfriend, and they’d just moved into a new apartment together, and all. Wouldn’t she rather go out to dinner? Say, Chinese?”
“That’s a good idea.” Erica turned away from the print, and wrapped her arms around Nick’s waist. “Chinese is her favorite.”
“Her boyfriend would know that, if she had one,” Nick said. “He’s not a total
“No, he’s not,” Erica said, giving Nick a squeeze. “I’ll go get my jacket.”
Nick examined the print more closely, as Erica rummaged through the still-unfamiliar closet in the bedroom. The girl didn’t look all that angry, close up. Intense, maybe, and passionate, but not actually mad
“I don’t think she is angry, actually,” he said, when Erica returned.
“She’s not,” Erica said. “She’s in love. Sometimes it’s the same thing.”