taken from turps33
1. Go to page 77 (or 7) of your current ms (manuscript).
2. Go to line 7
3. Copy down the next 7 lines - sentences or paragraphs - and post them as they’re written.
4. Tag 7 other authors. (I don't think I even know seven authors at this point, so do it if you want to!)
I have plenty to choose from, sadly enough, but I'm going to pick MCR Alien AU. I have 75 pages of that right now >.> so, page seven it is. I've been hoping to keep working on this, but it continually gives me trouble, just as all writing has for the entire winter. But I really do enjoy the premise behind this fic, and I think that if I can finish it, it'll probably end up being an epic. It currently stands at ~40k words, and it's still only about a quarter of the way finished, as far as plot is concerned.
You guys may have remembered me writing about it over the course of my entire journal's existence, and each time I post snippets, it receives some pretty encouraging reviews. For some reason, though, I just can't seem to write anything else on it just yet. I'm hopeful, though. I really do like it.
And so, without further ado:
He didn’t really think that, he told himself. His misgivings were merely a side effect of his head injury. He could not sense Her, and as such he was doubting. It was perfectly natural. Once the swelling and tenderness at the rear of his head abated, and the hive returned to him, he would be fine. He would feel Her again and no longer doubt. Of this, he was certain.
“Brother.”
He was pulled from his thoughts at his twin’s supplication. He opened his mouth to speak, then he both felt and heard the ripple of whatever magic prevented them from leaving their alcoves, and knew even before he heard the following yelp that his brother had tried to crawl out of it.
“Brother, you must remain still. You’re still injured from the battle, and we don’t know what might be outside of this magic barrier.”
He sensed his brother finally falling still, but it didn’t last. He whimpered and tossed, and Soldier 5344-1 could imagine him clutching at his head as he felt Her draining from him. He had never been far from Her before his new condition, but others in the hive had, and he remembered their headache and the fear that had clutched them at the idea of being mentally alone and without Her rule and direction. Now, he was alone, severed from all of them, even his own twin. The same fear and uncertainty that he’d felt before finding his brother now clutched at his mind and heart again. He didn’t know how he might proceed; he had never made any decisions for himself, before. She had done it all, telling him everything She wished, as She did every other Soldier and Worker She commanded.
And yet, in this strange, new place, with his mind silent and empty, he found his instincts speaking loudly to him. It had not been uncommon for Her to send Her Soldiers, singly and in groups, into the wilds with only the vaguest of commands. In these times, they relied on their instincts to guide them, telling them what to do in the face of Her essential silence. Soldier 5344-1 listened to his, now. They told him to tend to his kin, to protect his own, and he would. He knew he would, as readily as he had ever done for Her.
He swallowed, wetting his dirty, cracked lips with his tongue.
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2. Go to line 7
3. Copy down the next 7 lines - sentences or paragraphs - and post them as they’re written.
4. Tag 7 other authors. (I don't think I even know seven authors at this point, so do it if you want to!)
I have plenty to choose from, sadly enough, but I'm going to pick MCR Alien AU. I have 75 pages of that right now >.> so, page seven it is. I've been hoping to keep working on this, but it continually gives me trouble, just as all writing has for the entire winter. But I really do enjoy the premise behind this fic, and I think that if I can finish it, it'll probably end up being an epic. It currently stands at ~40k words, and it's still only about a quarter of the way finished, as far as plot is concerned.
You guys may have remembered me writing about it over the course of my entire journal's existence, and each time I post snippets, it receives some pretty encouraging reviews. For some reason, though, I just can't seem to write anything else on it just yet. I'm hopeful, though. I really do like it.
And so, without further ado:
He didn’t really think that, he told himself. His misgivings were merely a side effect of his head injury. He could not sense Her, and as such he was doubting. It was perfectly natural. Once the swelling and tenderness at the rear of his head abated, and the hive returned to him, he would be fine. He would feel Her again and no longer doubt. Of this, he was certain.
“Brother.”
He was pulled from his thoughts at his twin’s supplication. He opened his mouth to speak, then he both felt and heard the ripple of whatever magic prevented them from leaving their alcoves, and knew even before he heard the following yelp that his brother had tried to crawl out of it.
“Brother, you must remain still. You’re still injured from the battle, and we don’t know what might be outside of this magic barrier.”
He sensed his brother finally falling still, but it didn’t last. He whimpered and tossed, and Soldier 5344-1 could imagine him clutching at his head as he felt Her draining from him. He had never been far from Her before his new condition, but others in the hive had, and he remembered their headache and the fear that had clutched them at the idea of being mentally alone and without Her rule and direction. Now, he was alone, severed from all of them, even his own twin. The same fear and uncertainty that he’d felt before finding his brother now clutched at his mind and heart again. He didn’t know how he might proceed; he had never made any decisions for himself, before. She had done it all, telling him everything She wished, as She did every other Soldier and Worker She commanded.
And yet, in this strange, new place, with his mind silent and empty, he found his instincts speaking loudly to him. It had not been uncommon for Her to send Her Soldiers, singly and in groups, into the wilds with only the vaguest of commands. In these times, they relied on their instincts to guide them, telling them what to do in the face of Her essential silence. Soldier 5344-1 listened to his, now. They told him to tend to his kin, to protect his own, and he would. He knew he would, as readily as he had ever done for Her.
He swallowed, wetting his dirty, cracked lips with his tongue.
This entry was originally posted to dreamwidth.org. Comment wherever you wish.