Monday DE

[bjornwilde]

 How about giving us a sentence or so from one of your works in progress?

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[sdelmonte]

And yet, here we are. With him running from the tent, clutching his clothes in one hand and his rucksack in the other, getting out before Portilla threw something else at him.

(From some fic based on the LARP I was in last weekend.)

[bjornwilde]

When you runaway from home, it can be hard to land on your feet. Being a dragon, Gervaise had certain advantages in this regard.

(Opening for an original work I am hoping to make a thing that exists outside of my head.)

[cottoncandypink]

“Yeah, well. Hindsight’s twenty-twenty and I wear glasses.”

[mightbeagoodone]

An hour to eat; if the restaurant weren't so busy I'd spend the entire time here, but something tells me taking out my book and leisurely drinking coffee will only invite pointed looks.

[childofrebellion]

“We cut it close,” He had never liked this kind of job, too messy, too easy to make mistakes and the wrong people to get hurt.

(A Cassian fic about explosions tied into that his mother died in an explosion.)

[skidmo]

I managed only one last thought before the wolf took over: three-night full moon, moron. Roll for damage.

[chanter1944]

Shoreleave on Delta IV, before you ask, and her perfectly socially acceptable happy glow had nothing whatsoever on the staggering drunk the biologist from the Exeter had going when he started flinging mixed insults and glassware at anyone and everyone in range.

Mears envies that guy neither his hangover nor the dressing down he doubtless got after his superiors fished him out of the Deltan brig. What a jerk.

(Two snippets, about two paragraphs apart, from one of the several fics I've got in progress in a 'verse that's a fusion of Star Trek and Young Wizards.)

[aberration]

From an OOM I have... started:

Strangers had always liked to talk to her. Especially when she'd been on her own, sometimes it was work just to avoid them.