Oh, this is a great meme
When you see this, post a little weensy excerpt from as many random works-in-progress as you can find lying around. Who knows? Maybe inspiration will burst forth and do something, um, inspiration-y.
I have a lot of WIPs collecting dust.
1) "His disguise was convincing." It was not a question. Bruce had swallowed hard and turned away. He would not think about it - how he had been drawn in, intrigued by the barely-tamed creature before him, yearning for the touch and the chase and the conquest.
2) And then…Sam spent Christmas Day with Pete, joining them at Jack’s for a big Christmas party, all their friends drinking and being merry. And he recalled, with another flash of that deep pain, an aborted kiss beneath the mistletoe, his two closest friends stumbling close to danger and him watching with green, green eyes…
3) “Josh is worried.”
Sam took a moment to digest that, as CNN flicked to a new report. He didn’t need Josh’s worry right now; what he needed was to call Greg...
The television showed a blackened room, and the bar materialised across the screen. He squinted to read it, leaning forward. He mouthed the words slowly - Explosion in Vegas Crime Lab.
4) The blonde woman, still resting in Spike’s arms, waved up at Ainsley, before turning to her ‘saviour’ and sticking out a hand.
“Donna Moss.”
He clasped the hand to his shoulder, the other holding her even though it really wasn’t necessary. “Sp…William, love. Call me William.”
Angel rolled his eyes. It was going to be a long walk.
5)Palin disappeared back into the main room, and Sam looked across at Daniel. She reached up and tapped his mouth closed, as he met her eyes.
“Do they think...I mean, us...did we...?”
His mouth worked for a few more moments before Sam stepped cautiously into the room, and stared at the bed. The only bed.
6)Shock mounting, Jonas belatedly realised that the window showed dark clouds and tree tops. They were flying.
As his vision finally cleared, the detail snapped into focus and familiar symbols leapt out from the wall. His breath caught as he recognised the golden snake curled on his captor’s forehead - Guld. He was in the presence of a Guld.
7) //Of course!// she reasoned to herself //I have Lex, and maybe Clark, and it’s not as if my father even wants me. So, what does it matter?// No, it didn’t matter. Except to the former pageant girl and society page dweller, both part of her identity since before she could remember.
8) “We can’t be sure, Jack. But…” Tosh faltered.
“It’s dodgy enough to cast doubt,” Owen said, and Jack would see the smile in his eyes. They were certain. They knew.
“But then…where is he?” he said, still confused. “Is he hurt? Has someone taken him?”
Now, that was a deeply unsettling thought. If Ianto hadn’t been killed in the explosion, where could he be now? Things still didn’t add up.
9) “Is there a reason you want to be comin’ aboard? Cos we ain’t hiring and this isn’t some public boat to be picking all those who fancy a lift.”
“Captain…” River started slowly, flicking a couple of levers, “the signal’s coming from the box…”
“Wuh de ma!” Mal exclaimed, suddenly moved to action. “Reel them in before that little box implodes!”
“Thank you, much obliged,” said the smiling Doctor and Mal thought the whole ‘verse had gone a little crazy.
10) Two shifts later, and Greg felt more zombie than human. He had actually fallen asleep in the lab, and of course, it had to be Grissom who found him. Greg had no great wish to repeat that conversation in a while.
Oh, there hadn’t been shouting. There had been the words ‘doctor’, ‘medication’ and ‘counselling’. He grimaced at the thought. Grissom thought it was nightmares - not that there hadn’t been nightmares, but for him to dream, sleep would be a good start...
11) “I just had to get out of there,” Nick finally offered and Greg just listened.
“Suddenly, everyone was looking at me differently. No one seemed to want to talk to me, wouldn’t touch me in case I…broke. I couldn’t handle that.” Nick smiled then, a ghost of what it should be. “The only person who treated me like I was real…was you.”
12) “Teal’c! Jonas! What are you...?”
They looked up to see Dr Samantha Carter waving her hand, and sharing their realisation. They walked up to her, as she held up a battered and slightly moist piece of paper.
“Heading out West?”
“House building,” Jonas said, holding up their matching paper.
13) The clattering rhythm of the crutches is almost a lullaby, and I’m ready to sleep. Fooling my friends into thinking I’m fine has become an art worthy of theatre, and today is no exception. They don’t need my pain.
“Daniel? You up for lunch?”
Unlucky for some. ;)
I have a lot of WIPs collecting dust.
1) "His disguise was convincing." It was not a question. Bruce had swallowed hard and turned away. He would not think about it - how he had been drawn in, intrigued by the barely-tamed creature before him, yearning for the touch and the chase and the conquest.
2) And then…Sam spent Christmas Day with Pete, joining them at Jack’s for a big Christmas party, all their friends drinking and being merry. And he recalled, with another flash of that deep pain, an aborted kiss beneath the mistletoe, his two closest friends stumbling close to danger and him watching with green, green eyes…
3) “Josh is worried.”
Sam took a moment to digest that, as CNN flicked to a new report. He didn’t need Josh’s worry right now; what he needed was to call Greg...
The television showed a blackened room, and the bar materialised across the screen. He squinted to read it, leaning forward. He mouthed the words slowly - Explosion in Vegas Crime Lab.
4) The blonde woman, still resting in Spike’s arms, waved up at Ainsley, before turning to her ‘saviour’ and sticking out a hand.
“Donna Moss.”
He clasped the hand to his shoulder, the other holding her even though it really wasn’t necessary. “Sp…William, love. Call me William.”
Angel rolled his eyes. It was going to be a long walk.
5)Palin disappeared back into the main room, and Sam looked across at Daniel. She reached up and tapped his mouth closed, as he met her eyes.
“Do they think...I mean, us...did we...?”
His mouth worked for a few more moments before Sam stepped cautiously into the room, and stared at the bed. The only bed.
6)Shock mounting, Jonas belatedly realised that the window showed dark clouds and tree tops. They were flying.
As his vision finally cleared, the detail snapped into focus and familiar symbols leapt out from the wall. His breath caught as he recognised the golden snake curled on his captor’s forehead - Guld. He was in the presence of a Guld.
7) //Of course!// she reasoned to herself //I have Lex, and maybe Clark, and it’s not as if my father even wants me. So, what does it matter?// No, it didn’t matter. Except to the former pageant girl and society page dweller, both part of her identity since before she could remember.
8) “We can’t be sure, Jack. But…” Tosh faltered.
“It’s dodgy enough to cast doubt,” Owen said, and Jack would see the smile in his eyes. They were certain. They knew.
“But then…where is he?” he said, still confused. “Is he hurt? Has someone taken him?”
Now, that was a deeply unsettling thought. If Ianto hadn’t been killed in the explosion, where could he be now? Things still didn’t add up.
9) “Is there a reason you want to be comin’ aboard? Cos we ain’t hiring and this isn’t some public boat to be picking all those who fancy a lift.”
“Captain…” River started slowly, flicking a couple of levers, “the signal’s coming from the box…”
“Wuh de ma!” Mal exclaimed, suddenly moved to action. “Reel them in before that little box implodes!”
“Thank you, much obliged,” said the smiling Doctor and Mal thought the whole ‘verse had gone a little crazy.
10) Two shifts later, and Greg felt more zombie than human. He had actually fallen asleep in the lab, and of course, it had to be Grissom who found him. Greg had no great wish to repeat that conversation in a while.
Oh, there hadn’t been shouting. There had been the words ‘doctor’, ‘medication’ and ‘counselling’. He grimaced at the thought. Grissom thought it was nightmares - not that there hadn’t been nightmares, but for him to dream, sleep would be a good start...
11) “I just had to get out of there,” Nick finally offered and Greg just listened.
“Suddenly, everyone was looking at me differently. No one seemed to want to talk to me, wouldn’t touch me in case I…broke. I couldn’t handle that.” Nick smiled then, a ghost of what it should be. “The only person who treated me like I was real…was you.”
12) “Teal’c! Jonas! What are you...?”
They looked up to see Dr Samantha Carter waving her hand, and sharing their realisation. They walked up to her, as she held up a battered and slightly moist piece of paper.
“Heading out West?”
“House building,” Jonas said, holding up their matching paper.
13) The clattering rhythm of the crutches is almost a lullaby, and I’m ready to sleep. Fooling my friends into thinking I’m fine has become an art worthy of theatre, and today is no exception. They don’t need my pain.
“Daniel? You up for lunch?”
Unlucky for some. ;)