21 first lines meme
Borrowed from several people:
Nick always left paintbrushes in the kitchen sink.
Keller is back.
The Suit answers the door and stares at the potted Gerber daisy in Mozzie’s hands.
“Neal.” Elizabeth folds her arms, with an apprehensive glance at the door to the suite.
Neal remembers water.
“I have had the day from hell.”
“She left a breadcrumb trail to that apartment on purpose.”
They don’t sign their letters.
The back door swings open, releasing a startling flood of light.
Neal Caffrey has been in her house less than a week when June starts to wonder if she’s made a mistake.
The other man is drunk but still dangerous.
He heard a story, once.
“I don’t like this.”
“We should buy a bakery.”
He’s in a cab and halfway to the hospital before he notices the red light blinking on his ankle.
The door to the little shop opens with a soft, discreet chime.
What do you think about cupcakes tonight?
June hears that cane tapping on the stairs outside and it’s like Byron is back; it was his, once, classic ebony with a silver head.
A part of him keeps thinking didn’t we just do this?
Mozzie was twelve years old the day he first learned home and family were things that happened to other people.
He should have listened to Mozzie.
... I'm still kind of amazed I've written more than 21 fics in the last year and a half. *pets the plotbunnies*
Nick always left paintbrushes in the kitchen sink.
Keller is back.
The Suit answers the door and stares at the potted Gerber daisy in Mozzie’s hands.
“Neal.” Elizabeth folds her arms, with an apprehensive glance at the door to the suite.
Neal remembers water.
“I have had the day from hell.”
“She left a breadcrumb trail to that apartment on purpose.”
They don’t sign their letters.
The back door swings open, releasing a startling flood of light.
Neal Caffrey has been in her house less than a week when June starts to wonder if she’s made a mistake.
The other man is drunk but still dangerous.
He heard a story, once.
“I don’t like this.”
“We should buy a bakery.”
He’s in a cab and halfway to the hospital before he notices the red light blinking on his ankle.
The door to the little shop opens with a soft, discreet chime.
What do you think about cupcakes tonight?
June hears that cane tapping on the stairs outside and it’s like Byron is back; it was his, once, classic ebony with a silver head.
A part of him keeps thinking didn’t we just do this?
Mozzie was twelve years old the day he first learned home and family were things that happened to other people.
He should have listened to Mozzie.
... I'm still kind of amazed I've written more than 21 fics in the last year and a half. *pets the plotbunnies*