Stepping into the fantasy genre, write a scene with these two friends. I like the expression on the smaller dog’s face.

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“Skip,” I said, showing my teeth to the Rottweiler that approached our car, “be friendly. We have to show him that we know he’s top dog.”

Skip stared at the huge dog that was growling deep in his throat. His busy eyebrows lowered. “I don’t think being friendly means anything to this guy, Luna.”

“Well,” I began to tremble and hated that I was, “we can’t just sit here like rabbits.”

“Of course not.”

To my horror, Skip leaped out of the car and onto the head of the Rottweiler.

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The last prompt for our month focusing on love and friendship is to write a scene about these friends. I like the look on the face of the girl on the left. Is she just irritated with her hair? Or has she spotted something? Or someone? Here’s my inspiration:

“This one’s pretty good.” I turned my phone to Harper.

Frowning, Harper pulled her hand through her hair. “I think a bug’s caught in my–” She swallowed a gasped and dropped her hand, staring up the hill from the pond where we stood on a narrow catwalk that jutted over it.

I followed her gaze.

Liam Hanson–or Liam Handsome, if you wanted to use the nickname he’d earned from the varsity cheerleading squad–stood at the top of the hill, shading his eyes as he looked into the woods that marched down to the pond on the left.

Harper spun her back to him. “I don’t think he saw me,” she whispered.

I lowered my phone. “What’s the big deal? You said you don’t have feelings for him any more. It’s been a month.”

“I don’t.” A smile flitted across her lips. “And he doesn’t either. The break-up was very mutual, very adult.” She hunched her shoulders suddenly and whispered again, “Cover for me if he comes down here.”

She slipped off the catwalk into the water that had to be freezing in April and sank low enough for her head to bob below the top of the catwalk.

So much for the very adult part.

“Oh, hey, Liv.” Liam strode down the hill.

I forced a smile, slipping my phone in my back pocket. How exactly could I cover for my best friend, who was currently imitating a bullfrog?

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