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heartofoshun and applegnat, and possibly elsewhere:
Post a single sentence from each WIP you have (or as many as you want to pick). No context, no explanations.
I am feeling somewhat wretched physically, what with my ladyparts deciding abruptly this afternoon to go from temperamental and intermittent spotting to a sudden full-on heavy-cramping splosion of BRINGING THE PAIN. It's like I'm 12, and new at this. I've spent from about 4pm onward sitting curled in various locations sulking and whingeing and eating fatty things and reading Failblog and watching streaming episodes of Mythbusters over Fi's shoulder on Netflix. (For the record: Netflix's Watch It Now feature TOTALLY SUCKS. I'm really not just saying that because I feel like my lower abdomen is in a wringer.)
So I am going to do this meme, and chase around the nooks and crannies and crevices of my hard drive. It's a little bit masturbatory, only in a way that has absolutely nothing to do with my currently-somewhat-malfunctioning nethers, which is nice, because I'd rather not think about them, thanks.
Some fanfic, some original. Guess which!
1. After a moment the chariot lurched to a halt, and Iudwal thought resignedly that if anyone were around, he was just going to have to hope that his reputation as a disagreeable bastard meant that no one asked him any questions as he vomited his guts out in the middle of the encampment.
2. "You're the youngest," Imrahil said, "so by the time you were old enough to notice, we'd already gotten quite good at making sure the children couldn't hear."
3. It was nearly as big as the ones in the bawdy drawings on the tavern walls, which she had always assumed were exaggerations, given the size of the breasts on the women in the drawings.
4. "He found me," Callonia said, and shivered delicately, remembering the taste of his blood, his hands-- she broke off the train of thought, realizing she was rubbing her cheek against the rabbit-fur collar of Galjis's coat.
5. She had time to take a perfect shot at it with the spear, her strong and obedient right arm plunging the stone blade deep into the animal's fleshy neck, and then the tusks caught her, smashing down and across, and tossing her out of the way like so much dry grass.
6. Even now she could no longer see the drape of his tunic as simple fabric: the planes of his body were obvious now that she'd seen them bare, the way his shoulder blades moved in the sleek muscles of his broad back, the crease between them where she knew the vertebrae of his spine moved.
7. "Usually people want to know if I'm a faggot," Tom said, "and I never quite know how to answer that because it always seems like such a hostile question.
8. She crashed into me and I saw the track lights, the ceiling, the floor, the track lights, the ceiling, the startled face of the outside ref, and I was among the chairs, the audience, tangled up with the power blocker and the ref and some horrified man with a mostly-spilled beer.
9. She looks self-conscious, but then remembers she's supposed to be sexy, and puts on her magazine sultry look, glancing nervously up at the camera through her lashes and pouting.
10. They both looked nervous but not really scared, which was a good feat considering how much blood was on the floor upstairs.
11. "Joining Cromwell's army was the least evil option?" Ann asked, not wanting to say it but feeling compelled to continue the argument.
12. "It'd be embarrassing to be killed by a fishing spear," Trygga said, struggling to his feet.
That's enough for now-- no point getting into the fragmentary stuff or allllll that fanfic I seem to have abandoned.
I feel like I haven't accomplished anything in so long. I only start new things. And who knows where they'll go...
I should've posted more of the porny bits, but I was feeling shy. That'd be pretty funny. I admit most of them are decidedly not coy.
heartofoshun and applegnat, and possibly elsewhere:Post a single sentence from each WIP you have (or as many as you want to pick). No context, no explanations.
I am feeling somewhat wretched physically, what with my ladyparts deciding abruptly this afternoon to go from temperamental and intermittent spotting to a sudden full-on heavy-cramping splosion of BRINGING THE PAIN. It's like I'm 12, and new at this. I've spent from about 4pm onward sitting curled in various locations sulking and whingeing and eating fatty things and reading Failblog and watching streaming episodes of Mythbusters over Fi's shoulder on Netflix. (For the record: Netflix's Watch It Now feature TOTALLY SUCKS. I'm really not just saying that because I feel like my lower abdomen is in a wringer.)
So I am going to do this meme, and chase around the nooks and crannies and crevices of my hard drive. It's a little bit masturbatory, only in a way that has absolutely nothing to do with my currently-somewhat-malfunctioning nethers, which is nice, because I'd rather not think about them, thanks.
Some fanfic, some original. Guess which!
1. After a moment the chariot lurched to a halt, and Iudwal thought resignedly that if anyone were around, he was just going to have to hope that his reputation as a disagreeable bastard meant that no one asked him any questions as he vomited his guts out in the middle of the encampment.
2. "You're the youngest," Imrahil said, "so by the time you were old enough to notice, we'd already gotten quite good at making sure the children couldn't hear."
3. It was nearly as big as the ones in the bawdy drawings on the tavern walls, which she had always assumed were exaggerations, given the size of the breasts on the women in the drawings.
4. "He found me," Callonia said, and shivered delicately, remembering the taste of his blood, his hands-- she broke off the train of thought, realizing she was rubbing her cheek against the rabbit-fur collar of Galjis's coat.
5. She had time to take a perfect shot at it with the spear, her strong and obedient right arm plunging the stone blade deep into the animal's fleshy neck, and then the tusks caught her, smashing down and across, and tossing her out of the way like so much dry grass.
6. Even now she could no longer see the drape of his tunic as simple fabric: the planes of his body were obvious now that she'd seen them bare, the way his shoulder blades moved in the sleek muscles of his broad back, the crease between them where she knew the vertebrae of his spine moved.
7. "Usually people want to know if I'm a faggot," Tom said, "and I never quite know how to answer that because it always seems like such a hostile question.
8. She crashed into me and I saw the track lights, the ceiling, the floor, the track lights, the ceiling, the startled face of the outside ref, and I was among the chairs, the audience, tangled up with the power blocker and the ref and some horrified man with a mostly-spilled beer.
9. She looks self-conscious, but then remembers she's supposed to be sexy, and puts on her magazine sultry look, glancing nervously up at the camera through her lashes and pouting.
10. They both looked nervous but not really scared, which was a good feat considering how much blood was on the floor upstairs.
11. "Joining Cromwell's army was the least evil option?" Ann asked, not wanting to say it but feeling compelled to continue the argument.
12. "It'd be embarrassing to be killed by a fishing spear," Trygga said, struggling to his feet.
That's enough for now-- no point getting into the fragmentary stuff or allllll that fanfic I seem to have abandoned.
I feel like I haven't accomplished anything in so long. I only start new things. And who knows where they'll go...
I should've posted more of the porny bits, but I was feeling shy. That'd be pretty funny. I admit most of them are decidedly not coy.
