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I figured I'd do this meme, post a sentence or two from your WIPs to try and get yourself in the mood to finish them. Especially since the majority of these stories have been languishing on my computer for a year or so. ^^;;
Dust You Know By Name (Star Trek: Reboot, Amanda/Sarek)
In Arizona, [Amanda] spent most of her time outside with one of her father's precious books in her lap, her gaze devouring its words and the landscape around her, committing it all to memory. She felt like she was one of those alien flowers that needed only the sun to bloom, soaking up the heat as the sun warmed her neck, shoulders, bare feet. The Arizona sun freckled her unblemished skin and earned scoldings from her father and warnings from her mother about her health.
Amanda had inherited her father's ability to charm and persuade as well as her mother's analytical mind and interest in nature and the unknown, but she had also inherited her father's love for literature. With the sun warm against her skin, she read first modern literature and then the classics: Plato, Kempe, Shakespeare, Wilde, Cather, Wheatley, Tolstoy, Woolf, Heimirsson, Nejem. She read her father's copy of Catcher in the Rye so many times that her father finally took it away from her, saying she would crack the spine from overuse, and gave her an electronic version of it instead. (He smiled sympathetically when she argued that it wasn't the same without the weight of the book in her lap, but didn't let her have the book back.)
Where the Sea is Sharpest (Stargate: Atlantis gen)
Ronon grew up on the outskirts of the capital city, where the wind whispered through the tall golden-green grains in the fields and knocked gently against the window of his bedroom. At night, after his mother had tucked him and his brothers into bed, he would creep to the window and open it, let in the night's scent of nearby greenery and sometimes smoke from a bonfire or someone else's chimney. Most nights he fell asleep to the plaintive cries of the black-winged langris as they called out for love and companionship, the calls following him into his dreams and giving him wings.
When he stood on the balcony of his quarters in the City of the Ancestors, all he could smell and hear was the sea, the taste of salt filling up the back of his throat and making his eyes sting. Back on Sateda, in a city that was only ashes now, he would have had to travel three days in any direction to reach the sea. One of the strangest things about being on Atlantis (out of the many strange and wondrous things) was the fact that the city is itself an island.
Another Bargain (Nero Wolfe/Madelyn Mack crossover, Archie/Madelyn, Madelyn/Nora)
I figure I would have met Madelyn Mack eventually, when it comes right down to it. Not that our meeting was fate or anything sappy like that, but when you're working for Nero Wolfe, you're bound to run into other detectives from time to time, whether they're horning in on your cases or coming to Wolfe for advice.
Of course, it happens that I met Madelyn Mack first, but the point stands.
Amid the Thieves and Outlaws of the Land (Life, Charlie/Ted)
A flash of red caught his attention, and he lifted his head from where he’d been studying the dust beneath his shoes. He’d heard of people having red hair, but this guy’s hair looked practically on fire, it was such a bright, striking color. It was almost ridiculous, like maybe it wasn’t a real hair color and the guy had just dyed it to make a statement.
Ted couldn’t help but stare. The guy stood out like a-- well, like a redheaded stepchild, though he wasn’t sure if that term was really applicable here. A sore thumb. The guy stuck out like a sore thumb.
Dust You Know By Name (Star Trek: Reboot, Amanda/Sarek)
In Arizona, [Amanda] spent most of her time outside with one of her father's precious books in her lap, her gaze devouring its words and the landscape around her, committing it all to memory. She felt like she was one of those alien flowers that needed only the sun to bloom, soaking up the heat as the sun warmed her neck, shoulders, bare feet. The Arizona sun freckled her unblemished skin and earned scoldings from her father and warnings from her mother about her health.
Amanda had inherited her father's ability to charm and persuade as well as her mother's analytical mind and interest in nature and the unknown, but she had also inherited her father's love for literature. With the sun warm against her skin, she read first modern literature and then the classics: Plato, Kempe, Shakespeare, Wilde, Cather, Wheatley, Tolstoy, Woolf, Heimirsson, Nejem. She read her father's copy of Catcher in the Rye so many times that her father finally took it away from her, saying she would crack the spine from overuse, and gave her an electronic version of it instead. (He smiled sympathetically when she argued that it wasn't the same without the weight of the book in her lap, but didn't let her have the book back.)
Where the Sea is Sharpest (Stargate: Atlantis gen)
Ronon grew up on the outskirts of the capital city, where the wind whispered through the tall golden-green grains in the fields and knocked gently against the window of his bedroom. At night, after his mother had tucked him and his brothers into bed, he would creep to the window and open it, let in the night's scent of nearby greenery and sometimes smoke from a bonfire or someone else's chimney. Most nights he fell asleep to the plaintive cries of the black-winged langris as they called out for love and companionship, the calls following him into his dreams and giving him wings.
When he stood on the balcony of his quarters in the City of the Ancestors, all he could smell and hear was the sea, the taste of salt filling up the back of his throat and making his eyes sting. Back on Sateda, in a city that was only ashes now, he would have had to travel three days in any direction to reach the sea. One of the strangest things about being on Atlantis (out of the many strange and wondrous things) was the fact that the city is itself an island.
Another Bargain (Nero Wolfe/Madelyn Mack crossover, Archie/Madelyn, Madelyn/Nora)
I figure I would have met Madelyn Mack eventually, when it comes right down to it. Not that our meeting was fate or anything sappy like that, but when you're working for Nero Wolfe, you're bound to run into other detectives from time to time, whether they're horning in on your cases or coming to Wolfe for advice.
Of course, it happens that I met Madelyn Mack first, but the point stands.
Amid the Thieves and Outlaws of the Land (Life, Charlie/Ted)
A flash of red caught his attention, and he lifted his head from where he’d been studying the dust beneath his shoes. He’d heard of people having red hair, but this guy’s hair looked practically on fire, it was such a bright, striking color. It was almost ridiculous, like maybe it wasn’t a real hair color and the guy had just dyed it to make a statement.
Ted couldn’t help but stare. The guy stood out like a-- well, like a redheaded stepchild, though he wasn’t sure if that term was really applicable here. A sore thumb. The guy stuck out like a sore thumb.