Fanfic Memeage (Apparently, also a sheep)
Got this from monkeybard who, in turn, got it from methylviolet10b
FAN FICTION MEME: Choose five lines of description/non-dialogue and five lines/exchanges of dialogue from your stories that you consider to be favorites, or that are especially meaningful/important to you. Don't agonize over this: go with your first instincts!
Description/Non-Dialogue
Frozen
It was his last lesson that had forever changed her, the actions of their final day together permanently etched onto her soul. She still remembered every second in vivid detail: the look of genuine hurt and surprise in his eyes as she pointed the gun at him; the sound of the bullet; the coppery smell of the blood pouring out of the gaping wound in his chest; the lifeless eyes staring up at the hotel ceiling; and the sound of her own sobs as the blood froze in her veins and she tasted death for the first time.
Magic
London - 1870
It was another typical winter’s day in London. Gray sky, gray buildings, and gray streets all seemed to run together in the January rain. The Londoners’ mood matched the somber day as they packed the narrow sidewalks, hurriedly making their way to the promise of shelter from the cold and wet. A passing carriage made a fountain out of a puddle, causing the pedestrians in its wake to disperse like ants escaping water poured over an anthill. The sudden throng of people caused George McNamara to momentarily lose his grip on the hand of the 10-year-old boy walking at his side. In less time than it took for the lad’s mind to register that he was on a downward journey toward the wet cobblestones, he found himself back in the firm grip of his grandfather.
Dona Verio Ferens
A creature of tedious routine born of desperate loneliness, the grim man's life seemed to alternate between an empty, one room flat and a job he approached with somnambulistic enthusiasm.
Of Grapes and Gratification
It started with a grape.
Of Grapes and Gratification
Music that he would have earlier described as soothing now pulsed in a rhythm that hinted of heat and sex. The candles in the room intensified the burnished gold of sun-kissed skin, the palette of browns in her loose, curly hair. He caught her scent again as she turned back toward the counter with a plastic container of large, green grapes, her perfume combining with the flavors of her cooking in an amalgamation that nearly had him begging for mercy. Feigning innocence, she ignored the obvious predatory change in his expression and began to methodically remove the grapes from their stems and slice them in half before adding them to the simmering pot.
Lines/Exchanges of Dialogue
One Breath
"Don’t worry, Marguerite. Your Papa will be right here. I promise I won’t leave you. How could I ever leave my little angel?" With that he leaned down and softly kissed her cheek, briefly tasting the salt of her silent tears. He never knew that Roxton stood silently in the doorway behind him, shedding his own tears for a childhood forever lost.
Frozen
"Good morning, lover," Sean Fletcher cooed with equal parts mischievousness and spite as he effortlessly rose from the bed and walked towards Marguerite, blood continuing to drip down his bare legs onto the pristine white of the wool carpet. The traumatized woman had no idea where to look, as repulsed by the gaping chest wound as she was by the sick look of lust in Sean's eyes.
"Get away from me, you traitorous son of a bitch!!!" Marguerite screamed as she scrambled away from the man approaching her, whimpering quietly when she found herself backed up against the far wall of the hotel room with nowhere else to go.
"Poor pathetic Maggie," Sean chuckled, obviously amused by the woman's apparent terror. "So, I take it another round in the sack is out of the question?"
Dona Verio Ferens
"Daffodils. He used to bring me daffodils once a week. I had told him in some silly conversation that it was my favorite flower, and he remembered. It was one of a hundred different reasons why I loved him."
The White Swan
"But why the ballet? You hate the ballet."
"I liked Black Swan."
He saw Ziva's eyes sparkle as she smiled. "Tony, you liked… How do you put it? The 'girl-on-girl action', yes?"
The White Swan
"You have been that man from the moment I met you." At Tony's look of doubt, she laughed. "Fine. I could see the potential in that man."
"Must have been your super-Ninja x-ray vision. Six years ago that man was buried pretty deep. I'm still not certain I won't continue to disappoint."
FAN FICTION MEME: Choose five lines of description/non-dialogue and five lines/exchanges of dialogue from your stories that you consider to be favorites, or that are especially meaningful/important to you. Don't agonize over this: go with your first instincts!
Description/Non-Dialogue
Frozen
It was his last lesson that had forever changed her, the actions of their final day together permanently etched onto her soul. She still remembered every second in vivid detail: the look of genuine hurt and surprise in his eyes as she pointed the gun at him; the sound of the bullet; the coppery smell of the blood pouring out of the gaping wound in his chest; the lifeless eyes staring up at the hotel ceiling; and the sound of her own sobs as the blood froze in her veins and she tasted death for the first time.
Magic
London - 1870
It was another typical winter’s day in London. Gray sky, gray buildings, and gray streets all seemed to run together in the January rain. The Londoners’ mood matched the somber day as they packed the narrow sidewalks, hurriedly making their way to the promise of shelter from the cold and wet. A passing carriage made a fountain out of a puddle, causing the pedestrians in its wake to disperse like ants escaping water poured over an anthill. The sudden throng of people caused George McNamara to momentarily lose his grip on the hand of the 10-year-old boy walking at his side. In less time than it took for the lad’s mind to register that he was on a downward journey toward the wet cobblestones, he found himself back in the firm grip of his grandfather.
Dona Verio Ferens
A creature of tedious routine born of desperate loneliness, the grim man's life seemed to alternate between an empty, one room flat and a job he approached with somnambulistic enthusiasm.
Of Grapes and Gratification
It started with a grape.
Of Grapes and Gratification
Music that he would have earlier described as soothing now pulsed in a rhythm that hinted of heat and sex. The candles in the room intensified the burnished gold of sun-kissed skin, the palette of browns in her loose, curly hair. He caught her scent again as she turned back toward the counter with a plastic container of large, green grapes, her perfume combining with the flavors of her cooking in an amalgamation that nearly had him begging for mercy. Feigning innocence, she ignored the obvious predatory change in his expression and began to methodically remove the grapes from their stems and slice them in half before adding them to the simmering pot.
Lines/Exchanges of Dialogue
One Breath
"Don’t worry, Marguerite. Your Papa will be right here. I promise I won’t leave you. How could I ever leave my little angel?" With that he leaned down and softly kissed her cheek, briefly tasting the salt of her silent tears. He never knew that Roxton stood silently in the doorway behind him, shedding his own tears for a childhood forever lost.
Frozen
"Good morning, lover," Sean Fletcher cooed with equal parts mischievousness and spite as he effortlessly rose from the bed and walked towards Marguerite, blood continuing to drip down his bare legs onto the pristine white of the wool carpet. The traumatized woman had no idea where to look, as repulsed by the gaping chest wound as she was by the sick look of lust in Sean's eyes.
"Get away from me, you traitorous son of a bitch!!!" Marguerite screamed as she scrambled away from the man approaching her, whimpering quietly when she found herself backed up against the far wall of the hotel room with nowhere else to go.
"Poor pathetic Maggie," Sean chuckled, obviously amused by the woman's apparent terror. "So, I take it another round in the sack is out of the question?"
Dona Verio Ferens
"Daffodils. He used to bring me daffodils once a week. I had told him in some silly conversation that it was my favorite flower, and he remembered. It was one of a hundred different reasons why I loved him."
The White Swan
"But why the ballet? You hate the ballet."
"I liked Black Swan."
He saw Ziva's eyes sparkle as she smiled. "Tony, you liked… How do you put it? The 'girl-on-girl action', yes?"
The White Swan
"You have been that man from the moment I met you." At Tony's look of doubt, she laughed. "Fine. I could see the potential in that man."
"Must have been your super-Ninja x-ray vision. Six years ago that man was buried pretty deep. I'm still not certain I won't continue to disappoint."