Post a single sentence from each WIP you have (or as many as you want to pick). No context, no explanations. No more than one sentence!
- The ride home was dusty and yellow: the road, the handlebars, the flickering streetlights - even the moon, round and low and heavy.
- He sleeps curled up, exactly like a comma, a pause, one arm under the pillow, the other flung over his head.
- They watch a double decker pass them, a boy with blond hair clinging onto the door handle.
- The plan had failed - only there was no plan, and that in itself was perhaps the biggest failure.
- He'd thought that they would have sounded so pretty, but the syllables had fallen off his tongue clumsily, blunt in the alive-dead night.
- "Well, when you die, you stop looking at things, and you can't play games and you stop making friends and, well... I guess it's like being fainted."
- He feels as fragile and bursting-at-the-seams heavy as Chanyeol's eyes are dark (shiny, enticing dark).
- "Idiot is calling," Jinki's voice said, clearly, and Baekhyun picked up the phone.
- Yifan can't see his eyes, or whether or not his brow is furrowed - the other boy's bangs and the shadows hide most of everything.
- "We're drifters, and that's what we fucking do."
- And they’re pretty fingers, fair and dancing and alive, and he wants to feel them against his temple, maybe knotting through his hair.
wowie look at me being pretentious and putting up memes ): i just want some kind of self-confirmation that i haven't stopped and that i can still do a thing or two. oh well.