Writing meme
From spirited-lizard's journal.
Post a sentence (or two or a paragraph) from as many of your WIPs as you want, with no explanation attached.
The Valentine Killer, that’s how the media called him. Every year he would kidnap a couple on February 12th, make them part of his fantasy for three days, and kill them the morning of the 15th.
“We don’t have time.” Spencer sipped at his coffee. “She doesn’t have time.”
He rubbed his eyes with his right hand, trying to chase away the bad memories of being on the other side of a case like this. He felt a hand touch his shoulder and flinched slightly, even though he knew it was Morgan. He’d been jumpy all day and he didn’t know whether he should blame the case or the one year anniversary getting closer and closer. Maybe both. He focused on the hand still on his shoulder and willed his body to relax. It took him a few more seconds, but then he managed to do it. He opened his eyes and wasn’t surprised to see concern on Morgan’s face.
“I’m fine,” he said. “Just a bad week for a kidnapping. I’ll be okay.”
Hastings just chuckled. Luke was leaning onto him but he didn’t mind. At all. He licked his lips as his friend’s hand slid closer to his neck.
“Come with me,” said Luke. “There’s something else I want to show you.”
“I never slept with Tyra,” Tim said, and then he drank from an half-empty bottle of beer. It was just his second for the night. Well, second since they got to the lake, anyway, but the one he had on their way there totally didn’t count. Not that it mattered. It wasn’t like Billy was going to ground him if he came home drunk.
Lyla shook her head laughing. “Leave it to Riggins to start the game talking about sex,” she said.
“Does almost slept with Tyra still count?” asked Smash with a grin.
Post a sentence (or two or a paragraph) from as many of your WIPs as you want, with no explanation attached.
The Valentine Killer, that’s how the media called him. Every year he would kidnap a couple on February 12th, make them part of his fantasy for three days, and kill them the morning of the 15th.
“We don’t have time.” Spencer sipped at his coffee. “She doesn’t have time.”
He rubbed his eyes with his right hand, trying to chase away the bad memories of being on the other side of a case like this. He felt a hand touch his shoulder and flinched slightly, even though he knew it was Morgan. He’d been jumpy all day and he didn’t know whether he should blame the case or the one year anniversary getting closer and closer. Maybe both. He focused on the hand still on his shoulder and willed his body to relax. It took him a few more seconds, but then he managed to do it. He opened his eyes and wasn’t surprised to see concern on Morgan’s face.
“I’m fine,” he said. “Just a bad week for a kidnapping. I’ll be okay.”
Hastings just chuckled. Luke was leaning onto him but he didn’t mind. At all. He licked his lips as his friend’s hand slid closer to his neck.
“Come with me,” said Luke. “There’s something else I want to show you.”
“I never slept with Tyra,” Tim said, and then he drank from an half-empty bottle of beer. It was just his second for the night. Well, second since they got to the lake, anyway, but the one he had on their way there totally didn’t count. Not that it mattered. It wasn’t like Billy was going to ground him if he came home drunk.
Lyla shook her head laughing. “Leave it to Riggins to start the game talking about sex,” she said.
“Does almost slept with Tyra still count?” asked Smash with a grin.