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Meme: the last twenty-one first lines I wrote in fanfic.
(These are not the actual most recent twenty-one first lines, because I'm forever starting new fics that don't get finished or finishing fics I started a year before. But they're the most recent twenty-one first lines of fics I've posted. ^^ All are gen, all but two are Tron, many are angst, most are quite short, and lots of them involve some form of AU.)
The artisan saw Radia in midsentence, nearly stopping in the middle of her analysis of the terrain map taking up most of the room. (Ready for the Storm)
The program stalks slowly, insolently forward, his circuits a mostly-red blur through the downpour, and there’s nowhere left for Alan to go. (Down These Mean Streets)
The disc shot back out of nowhere, locating and targeting the last hostile hand to rise against it -- and Tron didn't move. (Finish the Game)
"Game-jumping?" The little warrior stared up at Ralph, his eyes wide and awed. (blue are the feelings)
"Doors closed!" barked River, heaving the Doctor through into the console room, blaster shots flashing over their heads. (Hide Your Feathers)
Go on without me. (it only thinks it's happening)
Gravity was different in the Other World too, as Ram discovered when he took a running jump for another building and barely managed to snag a wire on the way down. (dream of a life again)
Ram settled next to Tron, glancing up and licking his lips as his friend’s hands dipped into the glistening stream. (we are all made of stars)
The User’s eyes open to the blank ceiling above him, and he sheds dreams like shadows as he pads noiselessly into the front room. (wheel breaks the butterfly)
The little program didn’t change much. (might as well be walking on the sun)
“How far who got?” (one minute I held the key)
Ram dreams. (and there are no strongs attached)
It wasn’t hard to bypass security - Flynn wasn’t the only one who could hack a keypad. (in the jungle I run tonight)
There’s nowhere for the User to run anymore. (we're all mad here)
It wasn't as though Wulf didn't have every idea what Rinzler was capable of. (Circuses)
Roy shoved a pile of floppies and printouts to one side and let his head down on the desk with a thump. (Attrition)
The jets screamed through space, weaving in and out among the giant pillars of fragmented data that had accrued over the Sea. (Lift)
“Okay. So you hold up your hands....” (Carry the Flag)
Afterwards, he would never think about the last moments he’d spent in the tower room with the light rising behind his back, limning his shadow across the desktop that was nothing now but an interface to an empty directory. (~Breaking Dawn~)
Lee didn’t know which of the new recruits was the worst. (Hotdog and Poptart Save the Day)
The program's grip is like iron on his arm, but he can feel the iron shaking. (Redact)
..21 fics takes me all the way back to 2011, which is ridiculous, and doesn't get to the beginning of my Tron phase, which is even more ridiculous. And I still haven't gotten any further on Redact, or done more than three of that one Horrible Uprising Angst AU series. Really should do something about that. *headdesk*
For a change, here are a couple of first lines of fics I haven't whipped into posting form yet.
"All quiet," reported Monc, hushed over the comm connection they'd cobbled together. (Breaking the Yearlings)
Castor died in a gridbug attack on the outskirts of Bostrum City. (you are the morning when it's clear)
The User was asleep in a chair much too big for him, his head pillowed on its soft arm, his legs dangling away to the side. (The Falconer)
Twenty nanocycles, maybe twenty-three. (Crossing the Bar, aka The Massive Rinzlery Chapterfic of D0000m)
There'd always been something different about Kevin Flynn, even before his heart and career had been broken and he'd gone on to make the most triumphant comeback Roy had ever seen. (untitled, aka Why Flynn Didn't Give Roy the Cool Nickname)
Everything tilted, and the program woke. (Keep It In The Family)
Tron coughed weakly as the raw energy trickled down his throat. (untitled ~Snow Cave Of Trust~ fic)
Morning rose over Tron City, drenching the skyline with silver, throwing bars of light and translucent shadows over the program sprinting down a wide street in Sector 248. (futurefic of COMPLETE RIDICULOUSNESS that I hope I finish someday XD)
Originally posted on Dreamwidth. There are
comments there so far.
(These are not the actual most recent twenty-one first lines, because I'm forever starting new fics that don't get finished or finishing fics I started a year before. But they're the most recent twenty-one first lines of fics I've posted. ^^ All are gen, all but two are Tron, many are angst, most are quite short, and lots of them involve some form of AU.)
The artisan saw Radia in midsentence, nearly stopping in the middle of her analysis of the terrain map taking up most of the room. (Ready for the Storm)
The program stalks slowly, insolently forward, his circuits a mostly-red blur through the downpour, and there’s nowhere left for Alan to go. (Down These Mean Streets)
The disc shot back out of nowhere, locating and targeting the last hostile hand to rise against it -- and Tron didn't move. (Finish the Game)
"Game-jumping?" The little warrior stared up at Ralph, his eyes wide and awed. (blue are the feelings)
"Doors closed!" barked River, heaving the Doctor through into the console room, blaster shots flashing over their heads. (Hide Your Feathers)
Go on without me. (it only thinks it's happening)
Gravity was different in the Other World too, as Ram discovered when he took a running jump for another building and barely managed to snag a wire on the way down. (dream of a life again)
Ram settled next to Tron, glancing up and licking his lips as his friend’s hands dipped into the glistening stream. (we are all made of stars)
The User’s eyes open to the blank ceiling above him, and he sheds dreams like shadows as he pads noiselessly into the front room. (wheel breaks the butterfly)
The little program didn’t change much. (might as well be walking on the sun)
“How far who got?” (one minute I held the key)
Ram dreams. (and there are no strongs attached)
It wasn’t hard to bypass security - Flynn wasn’t the only one who could hack a keypad. (in the jungle I run tonight)
There’s nowhere for the User to run anymore. (we're all mad here)
It wasn't as though Wulf didn't have every idea what Rinzler was capable of. (Circuses)
Roy shoved a pile of floppies and printouts to one side and let his head down on the desk with a thump. (Attrition)
The jets screamed through space, weaving in and out among the giant pillars of fragmented data that had accrued over the Sea. (Lift)
“Okay. So you hold up your hands....” (Carry the Flag)
Afterwards, he would never think about the last moments he’d spent in the tower room with the light rising behind his back, limning his shadow across the desktop that was nothing now but an interface to an empty directory. (~Breaking Dawn~)
Lee didn’t know which of the new recruits was the worst. (Hotdog and Poptart Save the Day)
The program's grip is like iron on his arm, but he can feel the iron shaking. (Redact)
..21 fics takes me all the way back to 2011, which is ridiculous, and doesn't get to the beginning of my Tron phase, which is even more ridiculous. And I still haven't gotten any further on Redact, or done more than three of that one Horrible Uprising Angst AU series. Really should do something about that. *headdesk*
For a change, here are a couple of first lines of fics I haven't whipped into posting form yet.
"All quiet," reported Monc, hushed over the comm connection they'd cobbled together. (Breaking the Yearlings)
Castor died in a gridbug attack on the outskirts of Bostrum City. (you are the morning when it's clear)
The User was asleep in a chair much too big for him, his head pillowed on its soft arm, his legs dangling away to the side. (The Falconer)
Twenty nanocycles, maybe twenty-three. (Crossing the Bar, aka The Massive Rinzlery Chapterfic of D0000m)
There'd always been something different about Kevin Flynn, even before his heart and career had been broken and he'd gone on to make the most triumphant comeback Roy had ever seen. (untitled, aka Why Flynn Didn't Give Roy the Cool Nickname)
Everything tilted, and the program woke. (Keep It In The Family)
Tron coughed weakly as the raw energy trickled down his throat. (untitled ~Snow Cave Of Trust~ fic)
Morning rose over Tron City, drenching the skyline with silver, throwing bars of light and translucent shadows over the program sprinting down a wide street in Sector 248. (futurefic of COMPLETE RIDICULOUSNESS that I hope I finish someday XD)
Originally posted on Dreamwidth. There are
comments there so far.