Write something that includes HARRY POTTER in any way.
can be just a mention of something from the universe
or be entirely about Harry Potter
FUZZ, YOUR CHALLENGE IS TO DRAW SOMETHING YOU ASSOCIATE SPECIFICALLY WITH THE MALE GENDER. IT CAN’T BE GENITALIA. (UNLESS YOU DESPERATELY FEEL THE NEED TO DRAW GENITALIA)
I feel like that much bold makes the bold actually less bold. The not-bold is now bold. Plain is the new bold.
Was feeling kind of not in the mood for anything
will do tomorrow
anyway your challenge is
WRITE SOMETHING THAT IS NOT A STORY
(like your opinion on something)
(or how nice cats are)
“I saw you,” Brooke said, popping her gum obnoxiously and grinning as she stared at Tyler. “With that girl.”
“What girl?” Tyler asked, ignoring her. He’d never listened to her before, why start now, when in addition to being irritating, she had also decided, apparently, to make no sense?
“You,” Brooke insisted, grin closer to a smirk. “With that girl. Yesterday.”
“Brooke, I have actually no idea what you’re talking about.” Tyler sighed, shelving more books. “And I’d like to get home before midnight, so can you start helping me?”
“Sure thing, Ty,” she replied cheerfully, hopping off of the cart and beginning to slide the books into their places. “I saw you kissing that blonde chick in the park.”
“I wasn’t even at the park yesterday,” Tyler said, beyond bewildered. “What are you talking about?”
Brooke blew a quick bubble. “You so were, though. Makin’ out hardcore with that one girl who’s in here all the time. She’s cute, I’ve got to say. Good catch, Ty.”
“I’ve told you not to call me that,” Tyler groaned, shuffling along with the cart.
“And I do it anyway.” Brooke nodded. “Avoiding the subject won’t work with me, Your Tyness. Come on, I won’t tell Alicia anything.”
“There isn’t anything to tell!” Tyler pressed an atlas into its case. “I wasn’t at the park, and I love Alicia, and wouldn’t cheat on her.”
“Right, right,” Brooke responded, adjusting her ponytail. “I totally believe you. “What’s her name?”
“There is no her!” Tyler exclaimed. “And even if there was, I definitely wasn’t with her!”
Brooke pouted at him. “I know what I saw, Tyra. And I recognized the back of your head.”
“Brooke, that’s not possible,” Tyler insisted. He shelved some romance novels. “Can you stop now?”
“No can do, Ty-Five. C’mon, you’ve got to tell me! At least tell me her name!” Brooke gave him her best pleading eyes and Tyler sighed.
“Can’t you just call me Tyler?” he requested.
“No, and stop avoiding the question!”
“Brooke!” Tyler quickly moved the cart again. “Seriously!”
“Yeah!” Brooke grinned again. “Seriously!”
Tyler let out another sigh, feeling defeated. “Her name’s Amy,” he said in a quiet whisper. “But it’s not what you think. She’s helping me… She’s helping me pick out an engagement ring.” His voice was nearly silent by the end of the sentence.
Brooke released a loud squeal, jumping up and down before throwing herself into Tyler’s arms and babbling congratulations.
Tyler hid his own smirk very well, and made a mental note to tell Amy they can’t walk in the park anymore.
but here goes anyway
WRITE SOMETHING ABOUT ME
because I’m cool like that
FUZZ I CHALLENGE YOU TO DRAW SOMETHING MONOCHROMATIC.
Choose whatever color you want, but you can only use variations on the one color.