Sunday Six!
Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project - published, submitted, in progress, for your cat - whatever.
Still from the same fic. I am determined to finish this sucker so I can get on with other things, like the monster fic that doesn't end, and the PWP that keeps developing feelings and exposition.
He digs through drawers in the bedroom until he finds a clean pair of pyjamas, grabs a blanket, and heads back to the couch. Just because he killed the guy, doesn’t mean he’s going to sleep in his bed. Some things just aren’t right.
He beds down on the couch, and the apartment is soft and warm, and he’s had a hell of a day. He slips easily into sleep.
He jerks awake with tears on his face and bile in his throat.
Still from the same fic. I am determined to finish this sucker so I can get on with other things, like the monster fic that doesn't end, and the PWP that keeps developing feelings and exposition.
He digs through drawers in the bedroom until he finds a clean pair of pyjamas, grabs a blanket, and heads back to the couch. Just because he killed the guy, doesn’t mean he’s going to sleep in his bed. Some things just aren’t right.
He beds down on the couch, and the apartment is soft and warm, and he’s had a hell of a day. He slips easily into sleep.
He jerks awake with tears on his face and bile in his throat.