Works In Progress
Post a sentence/paragraph from some WIPs, without explanation.
I'm not really too bad about WIPs. By and large, I tend to finish stories I've started, and I often will write a whole story in one go, while the initial momentum is still there. This is why a lot of my fics are fairly short, probably.
However, I do have a couple.
Kirk pulled himself upright, treading water easily and unconsciously, and blinked at Spock.
"You're swimming," he remarked. For some reason, the words demanded to be said, despite the knowledge that the comment was both rather stupid and distinctly pointless.
Spock, evidently, agreed. "Obviously," he said, with a quirk of his mouth in what was possibly not a smile at all. He was a little breathless, voice halting over the word. Kirk had never heard him breathless before.
I've spent most of my life with Billy at my side. I look at him now, in his dress uniform brass, and it feels like he fits there, you know? Good ol' Billy still watching my back like he has since we were six. But somehow, there's something about seeing him like that - the way he stands to attention, like someone shoved a broomrod up the back of his tunic, and the broadness to his shoulders underneath - that just hits me right in the gut, this barrelload of understanding I never quite tripped up on till now. His hair's a little longer than it was the last time I saw him, back when they were in Basic and they looked like Dachau refugees, and hell, I think, I'm looking at a goddamn man. There he is, and we're all grown up, and good God, I'm getting married.
I guess it never really registered till this second.
...I think those are actually all my WIPs. I may have a few sentences floating around on my home computer, but yeah.
I'm not really too bad about WIPs. By and large, I tend to finish stories I've started, and I often will write a whole story in one go, while the initial momentum is still there. This is why a lot of my fics are fairly short, probably.
However, I do have a couple.
Kirk pulled himself upright, treading water easily and unconsciously, and blinked at Spock.
"You're swimming," he remarked. For some reason, the words demanded to be said, despite the knowledge that the comment was both rather stupid and distinctly pointless.
Spock, evidently, agreed. "Obviously," he said, with a quirk of his mouth in what was possibly not a smile at all. He was a little breathless, voice halting over the word. Kirk had never heard him breathless before.
I've spent most of my life with Billy at my side. I look at him now, in his dress uniform brass, and it feels like he fits there, you know? Good ol' Billy still watching my back like he has since we were six. But somehow, there's something about seeing him like that - the way he stands to attention, like someone shoved a broomrod up the back of his tunic, and the broadness to his shoulders underneath - that just hits me right in the gut, this barrelload of understanding I never quite tripped up on till now. His hair's a little longer than it was the last time I saw him, back when they were in Basic and they looked like Dachau refugees, and hell, I think, I'm looking at a goddamn man. There he is, and we're all grown up, and good God, I'm getting married.
I guess it never really registered till this second.
...I think those are actually all my WIPs. I may have a few sentences floating around on my home computer, but yeah.