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.
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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:
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.