Those li'l scenes

[Frostblaze]

Just those random little scenes you're proud of for your own reasons. Those little scenes that make you laugh at the cuteness of all your characters. Those little scenes where you're like, "Good job, me, that's really epic." Those little scenes that pack so much power though they're no more than a few paragraphs/words/sentences.

Menacing antagonist: I'm not here to cause trouble, I'm just gonna ask you guys a few questions and then you'll answer mine and stuff.

Protagonist in the background: Seems legit...

Antagonist: And then...we're gonna have a little fun. B)

Protagonist: Crap.

[AlgebraAddict]

More and more lately, Hamlet had found himself purely noticing Horatio. Sometimes it was just noticing her as a whole, as if he was seeing her for the first time. Sometimes it was more specific things, like the line across her knees in the back, the curve of her eyelashes, the way she’d stretch her neck when she was bored. The way she always smelled like grass—Real grass, not the plastic crud they “grew” in the parks behind the castle. He had a vivid memory of the grass in the sparse little real plant garden they had tucked away on some piece of land the castle owned, being mowed by the giant mechanical clippers. The strange, grassy smell flooded through the air, and Horatio went and rolled in the fresh grass and clippings. She smelt like grass, and was grass-stained all over, and he told her that the grass made her smell good. Ever since, she smelt like grass. He had assumed it was some sort of supernatural occurrence, or just the trick of his mind, but all mystery was dissolved when he went to her house. During a visit to her bathroom, he happened to notice the bottle on the shower shelf: sweet grass scented body wash. He told his dad about that, and the marquess laughed and said, “That’s why you’ve got to be awful careful complimenting girls.”

Horamlet ftw okay