Meta: Fanfic, 20 First Lines Meme
Gacked from everyone and their dog, but particularly from suelac
your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to write a drabble with the same first line as one of my stories, and leave it in my comments here.
And then suelac added:
Which, you know? Seems kind of ... dictatorial. But I figure, what the hell. So here's my qualifier: If you want to, and if any of my first lines inspire you, drabble! No requirement to include the line exactly. And if no inspiration hits, no biggie. Have fun. Entertain yourselves.
See, when I sheep, I sheep *with a purpose*.
At this point, everyone has got to be tired of drabbling, and of this meme, so if people are not inspired, no sweat. I'm not going to get any done this weekend, that's for sure.
(In case anyone else was wondering, drabble, last I heard, was 100 words. Again, not to worry about details like that.)
And you know what would be *rilly* cool? If people wrote drabbles with one of these first lines as the last line! That would be cool. I'd like to see that.
1)Eighty leagues north of the Emyn Muil the Limlight joins the Great River under the reach of rolling bluffs. Mother of Horses
2)The space outside Moya's hull is empty. King of Infinite Space (III)
3) Water rippled at the hull of the Surprise with countless tiny hands. Sounding
4) He had fallen asleep and was dreaming of a beach and a sun on the water. White Elephants
5) Light in the galley wasn't the best for fine detail work, but with the hold full of stock the kitchen table was the only flat surface available. Empty Spaces
6) Scott stood on the back deck sipping his second cup of coffee. Sleep Over
7) It had not been a bad session - not with this particular Sub-Officer heading the detail. Not Forgotten
8) "No." Insensitive
9) Rygel would announce this at common mealtimes, when they all sat at the mess table - D'Argo's knees knocking against the underside; Chiana perched on an upended store-all beside him. There Is Never Enough Food
10) *-Lady Fon Maxwell and escort -* Been Too Long
11) Zhaan lies on her pallet and breathes darkness. Dying Light
12) The dorm hatch resisted at first, then creaked open when Jayne put his weight against the counterbalance. Hot Bunk
13) Pulsar pistol, six and ten; / Arm it once and not again... The Stars are Ours (Marking Time)
14) The window lacks three of four glass panes. Patience
15) She trusted the law, trusted custom, trusted the fates that had blessed her name day. The Floating World (The Murphy's Law Remix)
16) On the other side of the stars there once was a terrible lord, who was called the Black King by all who knew of him. Walls of the Sky
17) The silk wad slipped up and down Vera's barrel, smooth as you please. The Shirt Affair
18) The first time she died she had been standing on a planet, under gravity, with the smog stink in her nose and the sound of her captain's - her captain - voice roaring in her ears. Third Time's The Charm
19) He had expected the blade to burn, not slide in ice-cold. Demonland, Duskland
20) Along the river shore, bodies lie twisted, arms interwoven as though it were a nest of lovers, there, tarrying in the sun-masking mist. Great River, Grey as Tears
I numbered them because I couldn't count that high without taking off my shoes. I put the titles at the end because I wanted too.
Unlike *some* people, this represents all the longer fic I have posted, and a few of the drabbles of which I am most fond. I am a bit annoyed (again) that LOTR100 went dead like it did, without warning, as I had not started backing up drabbles at that point. Some of those were pretty good, too.
Looking these over, I see that what ever people were reading my fic for, it's not the throat-grabbing first lines. Also? Some of these titles are not as good as I thought they were at the time. (Empty Spaces - f'xample. I see that one out of the blue and I'm like, What one was that about? Hell, *which fandom* was that in?)
Anyway. Am bookmarking a bunch of these "twenty lines" posts. If I ever get round to it, I might drabble a few, when I get the chance. Is December 2005 good for you all? *g*
your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to write a drabble with the same first line as one of my stories, and leave it in my comments here.
And then suelac added:
Which, you know? Seems kind of ... dictatorial. But I figure, what the hell. So here's my qualifier: If you want to, and if any of my first lines inspire you, drabble! No requirement to include the line exactly. And if no inspiration hits, no biggie. Have fun. Entertain yourselves.
See, when I sheep, I sheep *with a purpose*.
At this point, everyone has got to be tired of drabbling, and of this meme, so if people are not inspired, no sweat. I'm not going to get any done this weekend, that's for sure.
(In case anyone else was wondering, drabble, last I heard, was 100 words. Again, not to worry about details like that.)
And you know what would be *rilly* cool? If people wrote drabbles with one of these first lines as the last line! That would be cool. I'd like to see that.
1)Eighty leagues north of the Emyn Muil the Limlight joins the Great River under the reach of rolling bluffs. Mother of Horses
2)The space outside Moya's hull is empty. King of Infinite Space (III)
3) Water rippled at the hull of the Surprise with countless tiny hands. Sounding
4) He had fallen asleep and was dreaming of a beach and a sun on the water. White Elephants
5) Light in the galley wasn't the best for fine detail work, but with the hold full of stock the kitchen table was the only flat surface available. Empty Spaces
6) Scott stood on the back deck sipping his second cup of coffee. Sleep Over
7) It had not been a bad session - not with this particular Sub-Officer heading the detail. Not Forgotten
8) "No." Insensitive
9) Rygel would announce this at common mealtimes, when they all sat at the mess table - D'Argo's knees knocking against the underside; Chiana perched on an upended store-all beside him. There Is Never Enough Food
10) *-Lady Fon Maxwell and escort -* Been Too Long
11) Zhaan lies on her pallet and breathes darkness. Dying Light
12) The dorm hatch resisted at first, then creaked open when Jayne put his weight against the counterbalance. Hot Bunk
13) Pulsar pistol, six and ten; / Arm it once and not again... The Stars are Ours (Marking Time)
14) The window lacks three of four glass panes. Patience
15) She trusted the law, trusted custom, trusted the fates that had blessed her name day. The Floating World (The Murphy's Law Remix)
16) On the other side of the stars there once was a terrible lord, who was called the Black King by all who knew of him. Walls of the Sky
17) The silk wad slipped up and down Vera's barrel, smooth as you please. The Shirt Affair
18) The first time she died she had been standing on a planet, under gravity, with the smog stink in her nose and the sound of her captain's - her captain - voice roaring in her ears. Third Time's The Charm
19) He had expected the blade to burn, not slide in ice-cold. Demonland, Duskland
20) Along the river shore, bodies lie twisted, arms interwoven as though it were a nest of lovers, there, tarrying in the sun-masking mist. Great River, Grey as Tears
I numbered them because I couldn't count that high without taking off my shoes. I put the titles at the end because I wanted too.
Unlike *some* people, this represents all the longer fic I have posted, and a few of the drabbles of which I am most fond. I am a bit annoyed (again) that LOTR100 went dead like it did, without warning, as I had not started backing up drabbles at that point. Some of those were pretty good, too.
Looking these over, I see that what ever people were reading my fic for, it's not the throat-grabbing first lines. Also? Some of these titles are not as good as I thought they were at the time. (Empty Spaces - f'xample. I see that one out of the blue and I'm like, What one was that about? Hell, *which fandom* was that in?)
Anyway. Am bookmarking a bunch of these "twenty lines" posts. If I ever get round to it, I might drabble a few, when I get the chance. Is December 2005 good for you all? *g*