hope: pre-raphaelite painting of woman combing her hair (Pre-Raphaelite grooming)
puddingsmith ([personal profile] hope) wrote2009-03-03 01:33 am
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gacked from several

Post a single sentence from each WIP you have (or as many as you want to pick). No context, no explanations. No more than one sentence!

  • The gaslights outside the big top catch the silver pommel of the the whip hanging at her hip as she steps through a tent flap, letting it drop again behind her.

  • She's wearing the same clothes as she was yesterday, but their familiarity is strange, like looking at a photograph taken years ago.

  • Her one visible eye gleams at Gwen in the low light, behind her the dark locks of her hair are spread across the linen like cracks in ice.

  • System: 0096753



I has exactly 600 words of circus!torchwood!

[identity profile] greenapple.insanejournal.com (from livejournal.com) 2009-03-03 05:47 am (UTC)(link)
Post a single sentence from each WIP you have (or as many as you want to pick). No context, no explanations. No more than one sentence!

  • The bones in your back roll around like thunder.

  • All of us are in terrible bubble!

  • Just goes to show, men are men no matter how many hearts, or none at all.


    and because I never got around to finishing it (and lost quite a lot of it due to technical fuckuppery), but still am quite fond:

  • Alec studied an old polaroid propped against the mirror. “Who’s this? A brother or something?”

    Taken pre-Pulse, a cagily defiant teenager with dyed black hair and waxy black circles under his eyes glared at the camera from behind a wall of poorly-groomed hair. He sat on a battered old couch, draped in red and orange velveteen and fringe, potted plants in the windows and a stack of paperback books just visible in the corner. Normal glanced at the photo and looked away. That wasn’t him, in the picture. Not anymore.


[identity profile] greenapple.insanejournal.com (from livejournal.com) 2009-03-03 04:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, yeah, the amount of unwritten Supernatural fic I still have is like, astronomical. I'm slowly deleting them, but it does make me a bit sad.

I should probably use google docs. It makes sense to use google docs. I just can't shake the feeling that someone is watching me write. Afterwards, if you want to read it, fine -- it's your funeral. But not WHILE I'm writing. JEEZ.

That's just my little neurosis. I often have the feeling someone's watching me; can't sleep without closing all closet doors. Embarrassing and illogical! But there you have it.

[identity profile] greenapple.insanejournal.com (from livejournal.com) 2009-03-03 05:48 am (UTC)(link)
I has exactly 600 words of circus!torchwood!

squee!
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[personal profile] wenchpixie 2009-03-03 08:48 am (UTC)(link)
Circus Torchwood