Old, but from
fugacious_love:
If you happen to be working on some creative writing project, fanfiction or NaNoWriMo or what have you, post exactly one sentence (or more) from each of your current work(s) in progress in your journal. It should probably be your favourite or most intriguing sentence so far, but what you choose is entirely your discretion. Mention the title (and genre) if you like, but don't mention anything else -- this is merely to what the general appetite for your forthcoming work(s).
sleeping habits of the atlantean expedition team
McKay's snores keep the night entertaining, seeing whether the last will be like the first or a completely new sound.
--
machiavellian
John paused at the wreck of the ‘jumper, ploughed into the earth like an asteroid come to land and caught his breath.
--
hiding in plain sight
She is subtly aware of him as he moves among his people and hers. The others of his people keep largely to themselves, but he lets himself be drawn into the flow and laughter of her people.
--
snow white, blood red
"Dr. Beckett will not arrive in time," she said, knowing it to be the truth. "Please."
--
where the heart remains
John can't remember the last time he felt he belonged somewhere.
--
mind wide open
"You're fine, Rodney. Honestly, the only case in which you'd have to worry is if you wanted to father children in the next couple of weeks, because your sperm count will probably be low or non-existent."
--
bo peep
There are days when she thinks in nursery rhymes.
--
heat of the night: diamonds
The night swirled sluggishly in Teyla's bloodstream, an intoxicating haze that was part-smoke, part-drink, part-John Sheppard.
--
hungry like the wolf
Rodney eats with single-minded intensity, too; but without the sensuous appreciation of food that Ronon exudes as he smears the herbed tubers over his palate, mouth moving in slow cycles as he savours every morsel.
--
last
For the first time since he's known her, Teyla's close to breaking - John can hear it in her voice.
--
guise of the goddess
John is appalled. "They want Teyla to what?"
Ronon is amused - disgustingly so. "They want Teyla to sleep with the chieftain's son. Apparently it's his first time, and a great honour for the goddess to make him a man."
--
safe and unsafe
"You'd sleep with Sheppard because he makes you feel safe," Ronon murmured, not quite against her skin. "But you're going to sleep with me because I'm unsafe."
--
black widow
John wasn't the only male watching the Queen and the witch who walked alongside her.
--
These are, of course, the ones that have stuff written. It doesn't encompass plotbunnies.
Feel free to hassle me to write any of the above.
If you happen to be working on some creative writing project, fanfiction or NaNoWriMo or what have you, post exactly one sentence (or more) from each of your current work(s) in progress in your journal. It should probably be your favourite or most intriguing sentence so far, but what you choose is entirely your discretion. Mention the title (and genre) if you like, but don't mention anything else -- this is merely to what the general appetite for your forthcoming work(s).
sleeping habits of the atlantean expedition team
McKay's snores keep the night entertaining, seeing whether the last will be like the first or a completely new sound.
--
machiavellian
John paused at the wreck of the ‘jumper, ploughed into the earth like an asteroid come to land and caught his breath.
--
hiding in plain sight
She is subtly aware of him as he moves among his people and hers. The others of his people keep largely to themselves, but he lets himself be drawn into the flow and laughter of her people.
--
snow white, blood red
"Dr. Beckett will not arrive in time," she said, knowing it to be the truth. "Please."
--
where the heart remains
John can't remember the last time he felt he belonged somewhere.
--
mind wide open
"You're fine, Rodney. Honestly, the only case in which you'd have to worry is if you wanted to father children in the next couple of weeks, because your sperm count will probably be low or non-existent."
--
bo peep
There are days when she thinks in nursery rhymes.
--
heat of the night: diamonds
The night swirled sluggishly in Teyla's bloodstream, an intoxicating haze that was part-smoke, part-drink, part-John Sheppard.
--
hungry like the wolf
Rodney eats with single-minded intensity, too; but without the sensuous appreciation of food that Ronon exudes as he smears the herbed tubers over his palate, mouth moving in slow cycles as he savours every morsel.
--
last
For the first time since he's known her, Teyla's close to breaking - John can hear it in her voice.
--
guise of the goddess
John is appalled. "They want Teyla to what?"
Ronon is amused - disgustingly so. "They want Teyla to sleep with the chieftain's son. Apparently it's his first time, and a great honour for the goddess to make him a man."
--
safe and unsafe
"You'd sleep with Sheppard because he makes you feel safe," Ronon murmured, not quite against her skin. "But you're going to sleep with me because I'm unsafe."
--
black widow
John wasn't the only male watching the Queen and the witch who walked alongside her.
--
These are, of course, the ones that have stuff written. It doesn't encompass plotbunnies.
Feel free to hassle me to write any of the above.
Tags:
no subject
"You're fine, Rodney. Honestly, the only case in which you'd have to worry is if you wanted to father children in the next couple of weeks, because your sperm count will probably be low or non-existent."
*spits water*
this one!!