I'll be right back...WIP Meme
Lots of things in life are TBC. That's why I'm really happy for this post. Because I get to be done and be done. I don't have to think about it, write about it....oh. Right. Hmmm...
I picked withdrawnred's pockets and this what I came up with: Post the first sentence (or three) from every WIP you're currently working on, even if it's very short. Then invite people to ask questions about your WIPs. With any luck, the motivation to take that WIP one step closer to completion will appear as if by magic!
1. She got up, did a slow twirl. Black kohl that rimmed her eyes, trailed down her face. Splotches of dark blue and grisly black colored her arms and legs. Things had gotten out of control. (original Remix shiitt)
2. She had stopped referring to them as Muggles.
After all, she reasoned, she was a part of them. Not just now as she wrapped the afghan tighter to her frame, but during her days at Hogwarts and still, during her nights huddled in a tent risking more than her neck and a scattering of limbs for the Wizarding kind.
3. “Look at me.” The feral command was demanded in a bitter tone lost of its humanity and singular in its purpose. Find the truth.
4. On the third Thursday on the torrid month of June, Hermione licked her forefinger and with the spittle, wiped clean a smudge on the glass cabinet.
“Perfect.”
5. The murky salt water swished the underside of the girl's dangling feet as she fixed her body over the pier. Leaning at a slight angle forward, her eyes skimmed the paceless waves in a purposeless gesture. She eased her foot into the frigid confines dipping pass her ankle to wet the fringe of her unmindfully cuffed trousers. (Original work)
6. Bright, omnipotent stars clung to the darken sky, shedding twinkling light on the mortals beneath them. The sky flushed purple, too common to be of interest and at the behest of its visitors.
This is getting embarrassing long. Continues...
7. ok. so like hermione and draco were like a party. and hermione wanted to ge toff., byt ut was kuje si gard because guys were like weka these days. li\ke hermione didn't have panties on but no body cared? What kind of world is this??? Yeah anyways she was so horny so she was like, "fuck....mistleo under the bed." (drunk!fic--I think it's 3 sentences)
8. She frowned. The directive had instructed the use of any means necessary.
I won't bother with the poetry. My 'agenda' is already stressful and yeah. Am I kidding? It's very Hermione centric. My Draco muse would like to add that "that's because you complete everything I inspire."
I picked withdrawnred's pockets and this what I came up with: Post the first sentence (or three) from every WIP you're currently working on, even if it's very short. Then invite people to ask questions about your WIPs. With any luck, the motivation to take that WIP one step closer to completion will appear as if by magic!
1. She got up, did a slow twirl. Black kohl that rimmed her eyes, trailed down her face. Splotches of dark blue and grisly black colored her arms and legs. Things had gotten out of control. (original Remix shiitt)
2. She had stopped referring to them as Muggles.
After all, she reasoned, she was a part of them. Not just now as she wrapped the afghan tighter to her frame, but during her days at Hogwarts and still, during her nights huddled in a tent risking more than her neck and a scattering of limbs for the Wizarding kind.
3. “Look at me.” The feral command was demanded in a bitter tone lost of its humanity and singular in its purpose. Find the truth.
4. On the third Thursday on the torrid month of June, Hermione licked her forefinger and with the spittle, wiped clean a smudge on the glass cabinet.
“Perfect.”
5. The murky salt water swished the underside of the girl's dangling feet as she fixed her body over the pier. Leaning at a slight angle forward, her eyes skimmed the paceless waves in a purposeless gesture. She eased her foot into the frigid confines dipping pass her ankle to wet the fringe of her unmindfully cuffed trousers. (Original work)
6. Bright, omnipotent stars clung to the darken sky, shedding twinkling light on the mortals beneath them. The sky flushed purple, too common to be of interest and at the behest of its visitors.
This is getting embarrassing long. Continues...
7. ok. so like hermione and draco were like a party. and hermione wanted to ge toff., byt ut was kuje si gard because guys were like weka these days. li\ke hermione didn't have panties on but no body cared? What kind of world is this??? Yeah anyways she was so horny so she was like, "fuck....mistleo under the bed." (drunk!fic--I think it's 3 sentences)
8. She frowned. The directive had instructed the use of any means necessary.
I won't bother with the poetry. My 'agenda' is already stressful and yeah. Am I kidding? It's very Hermione centric. My Draco muse would like to add that "that's because you complete everything I inspire."