(no subject)
Hi, I'm not much of a writer (although I wish I was). Anyway, I had
this concept floating around in my head and was hoping someone here
with more literary skills could take it and run with it...
This is a short sketchy scene thing I wrote up really quickly (that's a warning!) to give the general gist of it:
Remus slammed the door shut behind him and stormed over to his desk. Turning, he slouched onto it, running both hands through his hair in a bid to calm himself. He hated being like this, being out of control. It didn’t happen very often but when it did he felt so helpless, so feral. It had taken every inch of his self-control not to snap at them. He knew they were only trying to be supportive. They were trying desperately to be understanding, but how could they even hope to be? A surge of anger pulsed through his arm as he swiped a few ornaments off the desk, sending them crashing to the floor. He was too frustrated to care what they all thought. They didn’t even know what really happened. They knew that he was dead; everyone had seen him fall through the veil ... What they didn’t know was that he had done it on purpose.
The others sat in silence downstairs, waiting and listening but not understanding as Remus cried himself to sleep curled up on the wooden floor of his office.
This is a short sketchy scene thing I wrote up really quickly (that's a warning!) to give the general gist of it:
Remus slammed the door shut behind him and stormed over to his desk. Turning, he slouched onto it, running both hands through his hair in a bid to calm himself. He hated being like this, being out of control. It didn’t happen very often but when it did he felt so helpless, so feral. It had taken every inch of his self-control not to snap at them. He knew they were only trying to be supportive. They were trying desperately to be understanding, but how could they even hope to be? A surge of anger pulsed through his arm as he swiped a few ornaments off the desk, sending them crashing to the floor. He was too frustrated to care what they all thought. They didn’t even know what really happened. They knew that he was dead; everyone had seen him fall through the veil ... What they didn’t know was that he had done it on purpose.
The others sat in silence downstairs, waiting and listening but not understanding as Remus cried himself to sleep curled up on the wooden floor of his office.