Most (possibily, um, all) of these will never see the light of day, FYI.
Post a sentence (or two or a paragraph) from as many of your WIPs as you want, with no explanation attached.
1. He suddenly has a clear picture of Nick, hunched over a notebook, scribbling furiously and humming softly to himself. Joe sees himself on the other side of the couch, tongue slipping out of the side of his mouth and eyes squinting in concentration while he balls up little pieces of paper and launches them in hopes of getting them stuck in his brother’s hair.
2. Jensen always plays his guitar with his eyes closed. He tells Jared that he does it because it helps him block out the rest of the world and unwind. The truth is, he closes his eyes when he plays because he thinks that if he doesn't, Jared will be able to read him like an open book. That he'll know exactly what's behind the words Jensen half whispers under his breath as he strums along.
3. Despite how close you all are, sometimes it’s seemed like you and Nick exist somewhere outside of that. You remember the first time you learned what a soul mate was. It didn’t make sense for it to be anyone other than him, for you.
4. The entire family is gathered around the television, sighing with relief after each date is called. Safe, he thinks each time, Joe is safe. He keeps repeating it to himself like a mantra, like saying it will keep it true. The final date called is August 17th, and Nick feels the floor drop out from underneath him.
5. Hissing as he loses concentration and misses a long stretch of notes, Jensen becomes mildly aware that Jared is staring at him. He knows that if he were to glance over, the other man would be looking at him with wide eyes and a hopeful expression. If Jensen had to to guess, he would say that the first thing out of Jared's mouth would be a profession of boredom, followed by a hopelessly detailed and possibly illegal idea for a prank to play on Genevieve. Jensen has grown to really appreciate the predictability of he and Jared's friendship.
"I'm bored," Jared says suddenly, "We should make out."
6. “Figured since you were so nice, givin’ me a ride and all, I’d buy ya dinner,” Jensen grinned at Jared’s quirked eyebrow.
“Dinner. From a vending machine.”
“Hey, you stopped here, man. Shoulda pulled off at a steak house.”
Jared felt the weight of the other man’s gaze as he tore open a bag of strawberry fruit snacks and popped a handful in his mouth. He stifled a yawn and leaned back against the headrest, chewing thoughtfully, “So. Hitchhike often?”
“Nope. Pick up hitchhikers often?”
“Nope,” Jared swallowed the dregs of his Coke and crushed the can between his palms.
7. "Why are you pinching my arm?"
"Trying to decide what part of you I'm going to eat first."
"What? You would totally die first. I have a lot of muscle. Also? We're not in the Andes."
"Ah, but I have my wiles. And kitchen knives."
"Okay, look. It's cold, right? It's late, we're tired, and there is no such thing as a twenty-four hour generator store. The way I see it, we have two options."
"Resorting to cannabilism, and . . . ?"
8. Jensen wants to pull himself out of the grind of seasonal television and the wooden monotony of genre horror. Jared can see that. It shows in the way that the other man watches films sharply, dissecting performances instead of enjoying the story. He sees it in the way Jensen carefully picks over the scripts over-nighted by his agent; painstakingly organizing them, comedy, drama, horror. The latter always towers over the other piles. Jensen’s hand will hover over the scripts eagerly before his shoulders slump and he selects something from the largest pile. Jared has started leaving the room when he knows that this ritual is going to take place. He finds it too painful to watch.
9. Josh isn’t even certain that he ever told Drake where he was living. The last time his brother visited, Josh was still living in the dorms. He has some ideas that would explain the other man’s presence, and they’re running through his mind at top speed. He’s mentally debating the merits of, “Angry dad with a shotgun” and “Needs to detox privately” when Drake’s voice breaks through the frenzied and increasingly bizarre scenarios Josh’s brain is concocting.
1. He suddenly has a clear picture of Nick, hunched over a notebook, scribbling furiously and humming softly to himself. Joe sees himself on the other side of the couch, tongue slipping out of the side of his mouth and eyes squinting in concentration while he balls up little pieces of paper and launches them in hopes of getting them stuck in his brother’s hair.
2. Jensen always plays his guitar with his eyes closed. He tells Jared that he does it because it helps him block out the rest of the world and unwind. The truth is, he closes his eyes when he plays because he thinks that if he doesn't, Jared will be able to read him like an open book. That he'll know exactly what's behind the words Jensen half whispers under his breath as he strums along.
3. Despite how close you all are, sometimes it’s seemed like you and Nick exist somewhere outside of that. You remember the first time you learned what a soul mate was. It didn’t make sense for it to be anyone other than him, for you.
4. The entire family is gathered around the television, sighing with relief after each date is called. Safe, he thinks each time, Joe is safe. He keeps repeating it to himself like a mantra, like saying it will keep it true. The final date called is August 17th, and Nick feels the floor drop out from underneath him.
5. Hissing as he loses concentration and misses a long stretch of notes, Jensen becomes mildly aware that Jared is staring at him. He knows that if he were to glance over, the other man would be looking at him with wide eyes and a hopeful expression. If Jensen had to to guess, he would say that the first thing out of Jared's mouth would be a profession of boredom, followed by a hopelessly detailed and possibly illegal idea for a prank to play on Genevieve. Jensen has grown to really appreciate the predictability of he and Jared's friendship.
"I'm bored," Jared says suddenly, "We should make out."
6. “Figured since you were so nice, givin’ me a ride and all, I’d buy ya dinner,” Jensen grinned at Jared’s quirked eyebrow.
“Dinner. From a vending machine.”
“Hey, you stopped here, man. Shoulda pulled off at a steak house.”
Jared felt the weight of the other man’s gaze as he tore open a bag of strawberry fruit snacks and popped a handful in his mouth. He stifled a yawn and leaned back against the headrest, chewing thoughtfully, “So. Hitchhike often?”
“Nope. Pick up hitchhikers often?”
“Nope,” Jared swallowed the dregs of his Coke and crushed the can between his palms.
7. "Why are you pinching my arm?"
"Trying to decide what part of you I'm going to eat first."
"What? You would totally die first. I have a lot of muscle. Also? We're not in the Andes."
"Ah, but I have my wiles. And kitchen knives."
"Okay, look. It's cold, right? It's late, we're tired, and there is no such thing as a twenty-four hour generator store. The way I see it, we have two options."
"Resorting to cannabilism, and . . . ?"
8. Jensen wants to pull himself out of the grind of seasonal television and the wooden monotony of genre horror. Jared can see that. It shows in the way that the other man watches films sharply, dissecting performances instead of enjoying the story. He sees it in the way Jensen carefully picks over the scripts over-nighted by his agent; painstakingly organizing them, comedy, drama, horror. The latter always towers over the other piles. Jensen’s hand will hover over the scripts eagerly before his shoulders slump and he selects something from the largest pile. Jared has started leaving the room when he knows that this ritual is going to take place. He finds it too painful to watch.
9. Josh isn’t even certain that he ever told Drake where he was living. The last time his brother visited, Josh was still living in the dorms. He has some ideas that would explain the other man’s presence, and they’re running through his mind at top speed. He’s mentally debating the merits of, “Angry dad with a shotgun” and “Needs to detox privately” when Drake’s voice breaks through the frenzied and increasingly bizarre scenarios Josh’s brain is concocting.