Writing Meme: One Line
MEME: If you happen to be working on some creative writing project, fanfiction or NaNoWriMo or what have you, post exactly one sentence from each of your current work(s) in progress in your journal.
WARNING: Some of these are sort of graphic/crude/what have you. Many are just angsty.
CLAIMS
Dead Like Me claimed for 1fandom:
The lamppost was a vivid and painful reminder that drinking scotch while running was rather dampening to a man’s health.
Hedwig “Hansel” Robinson claimed for 1character:
I don’t think it’s fair to be famous for fucking or just plain fucking up, do you?
Zeke Stone/Lucifer claimed for 1sentence:
It was the innocence that kept him coming back, time and time again-it tasted so sweet, so fresh, so uniquely… Zeke.
REQUESTS
Jason/Peter, Bare:
“This isn’t… moral,” Jason whispered, eyelids fluttering when Peter hit the spot he was shuddering for.
Carolyn/Kelly, You Are My Eyes,
I trace her lips and taste them with my fingers, my skin smiling when she does, and a satisfied sigh escapes my mouth when her neck arches back under my touch.
House/Wilson, House:
“What, next thing we’ll be having custody hearings over the sandwich?”
WORKS/STORIES-IN-PROGRESS
Jake Gyllenhaal/Brandon Routh, Friendly Overtures, Chapter 5:
“Fuck lube,” Jake said, grinding his cock into the small of Brandon’s back, “We’re doing this Brokeback style.”
Jack Schwarz/Ennis Demarien, Nightfall: Kapitel 10:
The fog filtered into his lungs, his skin, enveloping him like a second skin and masking the path he walked, the sound of his steps lost in the thick blanket.
Clark Kent/Richard White, High Altitude, Part VII:
“It took him coming back for me to realize it, though,” she said, trying to smile but instead her throat clenched and Richard was hugging her, telling her it was going to be okay, and this time around, she could almost believe him.
Kal-El/Richard White, Together, Chapter 6:
“Cute?” Kal-El said, eyes wide as he backed up onto the counter, “There are a lot of words that spring to mind, Jason, but ‘cute’ is not one of them.”
Jack Twist/Ennis del Mar, The Words Do Not Come, v.20, Chapter 1:
He passes out in the chair around 4AM watching Ennis sleep-blissfully unaware of the havoc he’s wreaked in what was once Jack’s peaceful Texan life.
Jack Twist/Ennis del Mar, Too Busted Up, Chapter 3:
“Got other work for me,” Ennis said, leaning his head against the glass of the phone booth, “Wanna make sure we got a good life, Alma, don’t you see?”
PORTRAITS SERIES
Evelyn Sarannah Twist
She didn’t know if love meant hurting and being afraid to go to sleep every night, but she did not resist John when he told her she had to get out of that house, that if her father tried to stop them, he’d learn ‘im a thing or two; she took it as a roundabout proposal, believing that maybe John could give her the life he dreamt of.
Adele Diane del Mar
“Well, I ain’t no angel, but I can’t say I mind you sayin’ so.” She ruffled his light curls, picked him up and put him in her lap.
Fayette Delilah Newsome
But Fayette knew that temptation lay everywhere-in the corners of that boy’s smile lurked the devil’s sweetness.
John Constantine Twist
John hears the popping in his knee-the right one, thrown out of whack a lifetime ago by the swift kiss of a Jap bullet in ’43, had to pull it out three hours later, still sleek and intact underneath his hot blood-and he knows that he will get no sleep tonight with the damp seeping into his joints and Evelyn’s memory wailing in his dreams.
Denison Rodney del Mar
On a blistering day, barely ten years old and brimming with a lifetime’s worth of curiosity, Denison helped his father mend fences and asked the wrong question.
Leecil Daniels Newsome
That’s only for pussies, so Leecil’d learned.
Alma Junior del Mar
Alma Junior had understood many years that love was not as simple as the movies made it out to be, but neither was it as complicated as the majority of folks made it.
Francine Jennifer del Mar
Her journal was her talisman, maturation could be tracked through the loop y’s into the firmly dotted i’s, and finally, the sensuously curvaceous l’s of her adulthood.
Jack Twist
He was flying, twisting through the breathless air and looking down on the hawk’s back, and the sweet exhalation of a life colored the air in tones of crimson, reminiscent of the blood seeping through a feather.
ORIGINAL WRITING
Selene, Enchanted, Part II:
I can’t imagine what would be worth sitting in the middle of a street bawling your eyes out right about the time that M.A.S.H. re-runs are hitting Channel 2 for the third time in a row.
Mythos (poem):
The crown of thorns carves a constellation of wounds into my head and I am beautiful.
Anastasia “Stacia” Khassina, The Satiricon:
It’s not such a bad gig, working for the all-knowing and supreme deity that rules the universe, but the benefits suck and against all logic, we don’t get a single holy day off.
STORIES IN UTERO
Jack/Ennis, Beautiful Frontiers, DS9 AU!AU:
“Your pah is strong.”
Ennis had to repeat some very dry and boring Star Fleet regulations about respecting cultural differences in his head to keep from slapping away the invasive hand. “What does that mean?”
“I have no idea. But it always seems to work when the Vedeks say it.”
Jack/Ennis, Semper Fidelis, Grecian/Roman AU!AU:
“My name is Jack.”
“What kind of name is that?”
“The oracle at Delphi gave it to me.”
WARNING: Some of these are sort of graphic/crude/what have you. Many are just angsty.
CLAIMS
Dead Like Me claimed for 1fandom:
The lamppost was a vivid and painful reminder that drinking scotch while running was rather dampening to a man’s health.
Hedwig “Hansel” Robinson claimed for 1character:
I don’t think it’s fair to be famous for fucking or just plain fucking up, do you?
Zeke Stone/Lucifer claimed for 1sentence:
It was the innocence that kept him coming back, time and time again-it tasted so sweet, so fresh, so uniquely… Zeke.
REQUESTS
Jason/Peter, Bare:
“This isn’t… moral,” Jason whispered, eyelids fluttering when Peter hit the spot he was shuddering for.
Carolyn/Kelly, You Are My Eyes,
I trace her lips and taste them with my fingers, my skin smiling when she does, and a satisfied sigh escapes my mouth when her neck arches back under my touch.
House/Wilson, House:
“What, next thing we’ll be having custody hearings over the sandwich?”
WORKS/STORIES-IN-PROGRESS
Jake Gyllenhaal/Brandon Routh, Friendly Overtures, Chapter 5:
“Fuck lube,” Jake said, grinding his cock into the small of Brandon’s back, “We’re doing this Brokeback style.”
Jack Schwarz/Ennis Demarien, Nightfall: Kapitel 10:
The fog filtered into his lungs, his skin, enveloping him like a second skin and masking the path he walked, the sound of his steps lost in the thick blanket.
Clark Kent/Richard White, High Altitude, Part VII:
“It took him coming back for me to realize it, though,” she said, trying to smile but instead her throat clenched and Richard was hugging her, telling her it was going to be okay, and this time around, she could almost believe him.
Kal-El/Richard White, Together, Chapter 6:
“Cute?” Kal-El said, eyes wide as he backed up onto the counter, “There are a lot of words that spring to mind, Jason, but ‘cute’ is not one of them.”
Jack Twist/Ennis del Mar, The Words Do Not Come, v.20, Chapter 1:
He passes out in the chair around 4AM watching Ennis sleep-blissfully unaware of the havoc he’s wreaked in what was once Jack’s peaceful Texan life.
Jack Twist/Ennis del Mar, Too Busted Up, Chapter 3:
“Got other work for me,” Ennis said, leaning his head against the glass of the phone booth, “Wanna make sure we got a good life, Alma, don’t you see?”
PORTRAITS SERIES
Evelyn Sarannah Twist
She didn’t know if love meant hurting and being afraid to go to sleep every night, but she did not resist John when he told her she had to get out of that house, that if her father tried to stop them, he’d learn ‘im a thing or two; she took it as a roundabout proposal, believing that maybe John could give her the life he dreamt of.
Adele Diane del Mar
“Well, I ain’t no angel, but I can’t say I mind you sayin’ so.” She ruffled his light curls, picked him up and put him in her lap.
Fayette Delilah Newsome
But Fayette knew that temptation lay everywhere-in the corners of that boy’s smile lurked the devil’s sweetness.
John Constantine Twist
John hears the popping in his knee-the right one, thrown out of whack a lifetime ago by the swift kiss of a Jap bullet in ’43, had to pull it out three hours later, still sleek and intact underneath his hot blood-and he knows that he will get no sleep tonight with the damp seeping into his joints and Evelyn’s memory wailing in his dreams.
Denison Rodney del Mar
On a blistering day, barely ten years old and brimming with a lifetime’s worth of curiosity, Denison helped his father mend fences and asked the wrong question.
Leecil Daniels Newsome
That’s only for pussies, so Leecil’d learned.
Alma Junior del Mar
Alma Junior had understood many years that love was not as simple as the movies made it out to be, but neither was it as complicated as the majority of folks made it.
Francine Jennifer del Mar
Her journal was her talisman, maturation could be tracked through the loop y’s into the firmly dotted i’s, and finally, the sensuously curvaceous l’s of her adulthood.
Jack Twist
He was flying, twisting through the breathless air and looking down on the hawk’s back, and the sweet exhalation of a life colored the air in tones of crimson, reminiscent of the blood seeping through a feather.
ORIGINAL WRITING
Selene, Enchanted, Part II:
I can’t imagine what would be worth sitting in the middle of a street bawling your eyes out right about the time that M.A.S.H. re-runs are hitting Channel 2 for the third time in a row.
Mythos (poem):
The crown of thorns carves a constellation of wounds into my head and I am beautiful.
Anastasia “Stacia” Khassina, The Satiricon:
It’s not such a bad gig, working for the all-knowing and supreme deity that rules the universe, but the benefits suck and against all logic, we don’t get a single holy day off.
STORIES IN UTERO
Jack/Ennis, Beautiful Frontiers, DS9 AU!AU:
“Your pah is strong.”
Ennis had to repeat some very dry and boring Star Fleet regulations about respecting cultural differences in his head to keep from slapping away the invasive hand. “What does that mean?”
“I have no idea. But it always seems to work when the Vedeks say it.”
Jack/Ennis, Semper Fidelis, Grecian/Roman AU!AU:
“My name is Jack.”
“What kind of name is that?”
“The oracle at Delphi gave it to me.”