I now owe everyone who saw last entry's title five bucks. Woe.
And a meme from aramis_chan : Post a single sentence from each WIP you have (or as many as you want). No context/explanations. BITCH PLEASE. Half-assed explanations, they are mah SOUL.
1. "How do you feel," Vetinari said, leaning forward on his knees and looking grave, "about the Ephebian shorthair?"
(Technically this isn't mine. But I have partial ownership rights to it, okay? And see what I mean about the explanations?)
2. "Think of this," Merry said, squeezing the fruit a little for emphasis, "as an orc's bloody horrible decapitated head."
3. It is said that for every night before there comes a morning after.
4. "I'm crowd control! Crowd is not the same thing as raging thatch combustion!"
5. He made shoes.
6. Bruce scooted his coffee mug towards him a little so that it covered an inconvenient bloodstain from the journalist's wandering eyes. (Not from the Bold, if you were wondering. And no, the completed version is never going to appear on mah blag.)
7. Somewhere, the Lady is throwing the dice that will determine the fate of a corrupt and collapsing city, ruled by a mad dictator, ripe and waiting for Change to split it open like a mollusc or a not very delicious fruit, probably covered with spikes for good measure and best analogical completeness; Change in the form of three very different men.
Before we continue juggling somewheres, a word of warning, dear reader.
You think you know how this story is going to go.
You don't.
(I realize that's more than one sentence. But I am too pleased with it to reduce it! Ha HA! HAHAHAHAHAHA! HA!! HA!!!)
8. "I'm sorry I hate your mother," his aunt said, hesitantly, her hair falling in a pale sweep over her eyes.
9. And so Sybil knew something was wrong the moment Willikins answered the door and said "Captain Carrot to see you, my lady."
Do I have something useful to say? No. I'm sorry this last chapter of the Bold is taking twice as long as usual, but school-related intoxicating substances made it kind of impossible this week. LOL U GUYS RL IT R EATIN ME IMMA GO MAKE LAME EXCUSE NAO K
1. "How do you feel," Vetinari said, leaning forward on his knees and looking grave, "about the Ephebian shorthair?"
(Technically this isn't mine. But I have partial ownership rights to it, okay? And see what I mean about the explanations?)
2. "Think of this," Merry said, squeezing the fruit a little for emphasis, "as an orc's bloody horrible decapitated head."
3. It is said that for every night before there comes a morning after.
4. "I'm crowd control! Crowd is not the same thing as raging thatch combustion!"
5. He made shoes.
6. Bruce scooted his coffee mug towards him a little so that it covered an inconvenient bloodstain from the journalist's wandering eyes. (Not from the Bold, if you were wondering. And no, the completed version is never going to appear on mah blag.)
7. Somewhere, the Lady is throwing the dice that will determine the fate of a corrupt and collapsing city, ruled by a mad dictator, ripe and waiting for Change to split it open like a mollusc or a not very delicious fruit, probably covered with spikes for good measure and best analogical completeness; Change in the form of three very different men.
Before we continue juggling somewheres, a word of warning, dear reader.
You think you know how this story is going to go.
You don't.
(I realize that's more than one sentence. But I am too pleased with it to reduce it! Ha HA! HAHAHAHAHAHA! HA!! HA!!!)
8. "I'm sorry I hate your mother," his aunt said, hesitantly, her hair falling in a pale sweep over her eyes.
9. And so Sybil knew something was wrong the moment Willikins answered the door and said "Captain Carrot to see you, my lady."
Do I have something useful to say? No. I'm sorry this last chapter of the Bold is taking twice as long as usual, but school-related intoxicating substances made it kind of impossible this week. LOL U GUYS RL IT R EATIN ME IMMA GO MAKE LAME EXCUSE NAO K