I haven’t written much for the Dresden Files universe yet, but at one point I read a prompt that lead me to give it a try. The following is a snippet of what I ended up with, mostly an attempt to match some of Jim Butcher’s eye for detail as well as the distinct voice of Harry Dresden, professional wizard.
White lace curtains fluttered in the warm breeze. The gentle aura of the room settled over everything in it like a comforting hand on the shoulder. Sunshine, pure and bright, splashed over the pink, well-worn rug by the window, and spilled over it to the floorboards. The bed was made, draped over with a similarly-threadbare pink quilt and a teddy bear perched and waiting by the pillow. A thin vanity desk sat at the opposite wall, a single closed diary resting at its center. The mirror, polished and proudly displaying the room for all to see, bore notes written in dry-erase marker in a remarkably steady hand.
The room was cutesy, is what I’m trying to say. Cutesy and innocent and precociously girly. Even the pink wore pink.