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I'm really freaked out by the number of all y'all that have titles for your WIPs.
From a lot of people: If you happen to be working on some creative writing project, fanfiction or NaNoWriMo or what have you, post exactly one sentence 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 whet the general appetite for your forthcoming work(s).>
I totally am cheating, because some of these are paragraphs. Such is life.
Multiple AUs fic
And then she is wrapping the sheet around her body, listening to Jack shout as he runs after Sara and trying to figure exactly how she’s going to explain sleeping with her CO’s husband.
Post "There but for the grace of God" thingy where Sam and Jack may or may not have sex. Daniel and Sam at a bar.
"You were engaged Sam, and I was shocked." One delicate eyebrow, arched, and he hurries on. "I couldn't tell. Would never have guessed. You acted exactly the same as you do now, except they flirted less." He pauses, wrinkles his brow. "Well, I guess they were busy trying to save the world."
Post 'Heros' Cassie fic that nanda did much better with 'Tether'
And if she has to sit in the car a second before pulling away from the curb because it all seems so normal (who says she’d gone to live with her mom and not Sam seven years ago?) that it throws her a little.
Fic that's really only just a paragraph right now but one that I really want to go somewhere. The 'aliens made them do it' fic I've always wanted to write
She licks her lips and takes a breath and breathes "Make me want it." And she's pretty sure her breath travels under the collar of his shirt because she can see the shiver that works its way through her body and she knows he'd never react to her like he is if it weren't for whatever it is that's coursing through his veins right now.
McKay backstory started before Atlantis premiered. I should finish this.
He loses his faith in God early on. He doesn't tell anyone, of course - there's no one to tell. Instead he sits quietly in the pew and thinks of other things, nothing sinful, because even if doesn't believe, he still is a little afraid. No, instead of the sermon he thinks of the movie he snuck into last week, thinks of being able to play the piano like his mother wants, thinks of sneaking out of his house and making his way to the TransCanada and then hitch hiking away, just away.
He is twelve years old.
Hey! This one has a title. 'Her and the Breeze,' which I posted on my lj a long, long time ago and haven't looked at since, even though I should.
She knows, she knows she isn't safe, just enough unhinged from a thousand trips through the gate, a hundred and one losses, so many tiny moments (between her and him and the entire universe. He's not the centre of that for her. Not yet. Not anymore.)
I should finish this one. It's almost done. Original chracter perspective, done in a way that I hope isn't cliched. I actually kinda like this one. An ode to running, in the most literal sense.
She is nearly upon them, sitting close on the bench, his head turned, watching the woman who is leaning her head back and smiling, before the woman sits up straight, before their smiles become tight, before the man shifts just a little to his left, a little further away.
This one. . . I like this one but I worry it's too cliched. Sam gets sick and has some tough choices to make. I haven't actually worked out whether she lives or dies. I suck. I posted the smut from this in lyssie's lj a while back. Mostly a story about how love doesn't conquer all, but part of this story are still ridiculously romantic, I think.
"Would you stay?"
If she could? Right here, in the moment, with this man who means so much, warm and solid and naked next to her? For this thing that is the only thing she can't fight for, is the one thing she'll always have to sacrifice in order to protect her people, her planet, her universe?
"If I could." And maybe that's enough.
Ah, the first thing I ever wrote for this fandom. Alien hooch story. Smmmmmmuuuuut. Hee.
She forgets he seems to know everything tonight and her glazed eyes snap to his when he speaks, voice low and working its way straight to where she wants any part of him. "Fuck, Carter, you're thinking about it now. Jesus . . ." he trails off and she knows she's never seen him look so hungry, so ready for her.
And, the fic that ate my brain, omg.
"I miss chocolate." And they're only torturing themselves, but it's a new topic of conversation and they don't have a hell of a lot to talk about.
I have more of these on the go than I thought. Huh.
From a lot of people: If you happen to be working on some creative writing project, fanfiction or NaNoWriMo or what have you, post exactly one sentence 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 whet the general appetite for your forthcoming work(s).>
I totally am cheating, because some of these are paragraphs. Such is life.
Multiple AUs fic
And then she is wrapping the sheet around her body, listening to Jack shout as he runs after Sara and trying to figure exactly how she’s going to explain sleeping with her CO’s husband.
Post "There but for the grace of God" thingy where Sam and Jack may or may not have sex. Daniel and Sam at a bar.
"You were engaged Sam, and I was shocked." One delicate eyebrow, arched, and he hurries on. "I couldn't tell. Would never have guessed. You acted exactly the same as you do now, except they flirted less." He pauses, wrinkles his brow. "Well, I guess they were busy trying to save the world."
Post 'Heros' Cassie fic that nanda did much better with 'Tether'
And if she has to sit in the car a second before pulling away from the curb because it all seems so normal (who says she’d gone to live with her mom and not Sam seven years ago?) that it throws her a little.
Fic that's really only just a paragraph right now but one that I really want to go somewhere. The 'aliens made them do it' fic I've always wanted to write
She licks her lips and takes a breath and breathes "Make me want it." And she's pretty sure her breath travels under the collar of his shirt because she can see the shiver that works its way through her body and she knows he'd never react to her like he is if it weren't for whatever it is that's coursing through his veins right now.
McKay backstory started before Atlantis premiered. I should finish this.
He loses his faith in God early on. He doesn't tell anyone, of course - there's no one to tell. Instead he sits quietly in the pew and thinks of other things, nothing sinful, because even if doesn't believe, he still is a little afraid. No, instead of the sermon he thinks of the movie he snuck into last week, thinks of being able to play the piano like his mother wants, thinks of sneaking out of his house and making his way to the TransCanada and then hitch hiking away, just away.
He is twelve years old.
Hey! This one has a title. 'Her and the Breeze,' which I posted on my lj a long, long time ago and haven't looked at since, even though I should.
She knows, she knows she isn't safe, just enough unhinged from a thousand trips through the gate, a hundred and one losses, so many tiny moments (between her and him and the entire universe. He's not the centre of that for her. Not yet. Not anymore.)
I should finish this one. It's almost done. Original chracter perspective, done in a way that I hope isn't cliched. I actually kinda like this one. An ode to running, in the most literal sense.
She is nearly upon them, sitting close on the bench, his head turned, watching the woman who is leaning her head back and smiling, before the woman sits up straight, before their smiles become tight, before the man shifts just a little to his left, a little further away.
This one. . . I like this one but I worry it's too cliched. Sam gets sick and has some tough choices to make. I haven't actually worked out whether she lives or dies. I suck. I posted the smut from this in lyssie's lj a while back. Mostly a story about how love doesn't conquer all, but part of this story are still ridiculously romantic, I think.
"Would you stay?"
If she could? Right here, in the moment, with this man who means so much, warm and solid and naked next to her? For this thing that is the only thing she can't fight for, is the one thing she'll always have to sacrifice in order to protect her people, her planet, her universe?
"If I could." And maybe that's enough.
Ah, the first thing I ever wrote for this fandom. Alien hooch story. Smmmmmmuuuuut. Hee.
She forgets he seems to know everything tonight and her glazed eyes snap to his when he speaks, voice low and working its way straight to where she wants any part of him. "Fuck, Carter, you're thinking about it now. Jesus . . ." he trails off and she knows she's never seen him look so hungry, so ready for her.
And, the fic that ate my brain, omg.
"I miss chocolate." And they're only torturing themselves, but it's a new topic of conversation and they don't have a hell of a lot to talk about.
I have more of these on the go than I thought. Huh.
