WIP Meme Thing
When you see this, post a little weensy excerpt from as many random works-in-progress as you can find lying around. Who knows? Maybe inspiration will burst forth and do something, um, inspiration-y.
I've done this once before, but I thought I'd do it again with newer WIPs. So. Yeah. *shrug*
"Hello?" her voice was scratchy and low from sleep and she almost drifted off before the person on the other end had a chance to speak.
"Emily?"
She rolled over and dragged her eyes back open to glance at the digital clock on her nightstand. "Dad, why are you calling me at three in the morning?" she asked.
"Three?" Zach must've pulled the phone away from his mouth, because his voice was quieter when he asked, "Hey, what time is it?" Emily couldn't make out the other person's answer over the background noise.
"Where are you?" she asked.
"What?"
Emily reached over and turned on the light, blinking against the brightness, "I said, where are you?"
"Hey babe, it's Kristen."
Zach paused to bend down and pet his cat, "Hey Harry."
"Hairy? Thanks a lot, I love you too. You haven't called me in, like, fifty years."
"I was talking to the cat."
"Oh yeah," Kristen said, "I forgot that you still prefer Harold to a real relationship."
Zach gave Harold another scratch and turned on the T.V. to his cat's favorite channel, "Well at least he comes back."
"Oh honey, you're not still pining after that jerk-face, are you? There are millions of other guys out there."
"I don't want a million. I just want one," Zach sighed, "The perfect one."
"Doesn't exist, hon."
"I told you, you haven’t actually gone anywhere. You’re still in New York."
"That, sir, is not New York!"
"I’m afraid it is,” Deanna said from the now open window.
"Deanna," Chuck groaned.
"Hello there, what’s your name?" she asked.
"Castiel."
"Well then, Cas, may I call you Cas? What was it you majored in at NYU?"
Chuck tried to signal him an answer, but Castiel simply cocked his head to the side in confusion.
"Well, you’re obviously not a college buddy of Chuck’s," Deanna glared at said ex-boyfriend, "So you must be... a man out of time," she said, indicating Castiel’s strange clothing, "Or Sergeant Pepper," she added with a chuckle.
I've done this once before, but I thought I'd do it again with newer WIPs. So. Yeah. *shrug*
- Guilt and Grievance
- Tabula Rasa Prequel
"Hello?" her voice was scratchy and low from sleep and she almost drifted off before the person on the other end had a chance to speak.
"Emily?"
She rolled over and dragged her eyes back open to glance at the digital clock on her nightstand. "Dad, why are you calling me at three in the morning?" she asked.
"Three?" Zach must've pulled the phone away from his mouth, because his voice was quieter when he asked, "Hey, what time is it?" Emily couldn't make out the other person's answer over the background noise.
"Where are you?" she asked.
"What?"
Emily reached over and turned on the light, blinking against the brightness, "I said, where are you?"
"Hey babe, it's Kristen."
Zach paused to bend down and pet his cat, "Hey Harry."
"Hairy? Thanks a lot, I love you too. You haven't called me in, like, fifty years."
"I was talking to the cat."
"Oh yeah," Kristen said, "I forgot that you still prefer Harold to a real relationship."
Zach gave Harold another scratch and turned on the T.V. to his cat's favorite channel, "Well at least he comes back."
"Oh honey, you're not still pining after that jerk-face, are you? There are millions of other guys out there."
"I don't want a million. I just want one," Zach sighed, "The perfect one."
"Doesn't exist, hon."
"I told you, you haven’t actually gone anywhere. You’re still in New York."
"That, sir, is not New York!"
"I’m afraid it is,” Deanna said from the now open window.
"Deanna," Chuck groaned.
"Hello there, what’s your name?" she asked.
"Castiel."
"Well then, Cas, may I call you Cas? What was it you majored in at NYU?"
Chuck tried to signal him an answer, but Castiel simply cocked his head to the side in confusion.
"Well, you’re obviously not a college buddy of Chuck’s," Deanna glared at said ex-boyfriend, "So you must be... a man out of time," she said, indicating Castiel’s strange clothing, "Or Sergeant Pepper," she added with a chuckle.