First Sentence of a WIP meme
Late to the party. Gacked from everyone.
Post the first sentence [or three (or more because I'm a showoff and it's what I do)] from every WIP you're currently working on, even if it's very short. Then invite people to ask questions about your WIPs. With any luck, the motivation to take that WIP one step closer to completion will appear as if by magic!
Corde Lisse [Batman Nolanverse]
Knees gone to jelly, Jim Gordon followed Montoya's directions through ground zero. Smoke slammed the back of this throat, the caramel sharpness of burnt synthetic fabrics all too appropriate in a circus.
Untitled Teen!dad!Clark [Smallville]
Surely his stomach still hung in mid-air. Clark gripped his seat in the Helivac, willing his can of soda and vending machine pretzels to stay down instead of splattering against the helicopter's windows. That would obscure the pilot's view.
Postscript [Smallville]
The morning cleaning crew found Tess' body which was just about the saddest thing Lois ever heard of despite their constant head-butting. They'd never ever be sleep-over-and-shop friends-- that was strictly Chloe or Ollie's position-- but armed talked notwithstanding, they'd developed a sort of respectful agreement to disagree. (And if Lois had taken advantage of Tess' desperate longing for approval, well, that was as much fair game as Tess' constant power-tripping in and out of the Daily Planet. The way she used to power-trip. Shit.)
Untitled (part of the Stars are Made of Lemon Juice 'verse] [Smallville]
Victor went with Ollie not because they were best friends (that's Clark's schtick) or because he's the boss (that's Dinah's). He's been there, down in that gutter albeit not this badly, but that wasn't the reason either. Victor went with Ollie because of chance.
Exodus (aka Last Family of Krypton Go On A Roman Holiday: Part 1) [Superman: Comicverse]
Log 980.23.109294
I do not know why I continue to record my thoughts. We cannot bring my personal logs with us on our journey. We cannot bring anything to fear of overwhelming the vessel which is already stripped to mere necessities. And if my predictions are correct, there will be no future generations of kryptonians excavating the remains of our hubris. Yet I record out of habit. It is proper scientific training to do so. In these times, I suppose there is comfort in the routine.
Wandering (aka Last Family of Krypton Go On A Roman Holiday: Part 2 Yes I'm writing them both at the same time WHAT OF IT DON'T JUDGE ME! *sobs*) [Superman: Comicverse]
Hello and welcome to Entertainment World!
Tonight: Has Kal-el finally chosen a wife? The House of El's famous First Son has been seen with the delicious Princess Diana of Themyscrira more and more often in the past year. While the family's publicist insist these two are just friends, these pictures of Kal-el and Princess Diana in the dog park make that report hard to believe.
Rasputin [X-Men movieverse]
Eyeless, noseless, fingerless and-- Marie crossed her legs in empathy-- dickless, bloated with water and God only knew what the Hudson had brewed in its two hundred plus years of industrial disregard for life, the body was barely recognizable as human. A dozen yards away, someone was vomiting. Probably several someones.
Post the first sentence [or three (or more because I'm a showoff and it's what I do)] from every WIP you're currently working on, even if it's very short. Then invite people to ask questions about your WIPs. With any luck, the motivation to take that WIP one step closer to completion will appear as if by magic!
Corde Lisse [Batman Nolanverse]
Knees gone to jelly, Jim Gordon followed Montoya's directions through ground zero. Smoke slammed the back of this throat, the caramel sharpness of burnt synthetic fabrics all too appropriate in a circus.
Untitled Teen!dad!Clark [Smallville]
Surely his stomach still hung in mid-air. Clark gripped his seat in the Helivac, willing his can of soda and vending machine pretzels to stay down instead of splattering against the helicopter's windows. That would obscure the pilot's view.
Postscript [Smallville]
The morning cleaning crew found Tess' body which was just about the saddest thing Lois ever heard of despite their constant head-butting. They'd never ever be sleep-over-and-shop friends-- that was strictly Chloe or Ollie's position-- but armed talked notwithstanding, they'd developed a sort of respectful agreement to disagree. (And if Lois had taken advantage of Tess' desperate longing for approval, well, that was as much fair game as Tess' constant power-tripping in and out of the Daily Planet. The way she used to power-trip. Shit.)
Untitled (part of the Stars are Made of Lemon Juice 'verse] [Smallville]
Victor went with Ollie not because they were best friends (that's Clark's schtick) or because he's the boss (that's Dinah's). He's been there, down in that gutter albeit not this badly, but that wasn't the reason either. Victor went with Ollie because of chance.
Exodus (aka Last Family of Krypton Go On A Roman Holiday: Part 1) [Superman: Comicverse]
Log 980.23.109294
I do not know why I continue to record my thoughts. We cannot bring my personal logs with us on our journey. We cannot bring anything to fear of overwhelming the vessel which is already stripped to mere necessities. And if my predictions are correct, there will be no future generations of kryptonians excavating the remains of our hubris. Yet I record out of habit. It is proper scientific training to do so. In these times, I suppose there is comfort in the routine.
Wandering (aka Last Family of Krypton Go On A Roman Holiday: Part 2 Yes I'm writing them both at the same time WHAT OF IT DON'T JUDGE ME! *sobs*) [Superman: Comicverse]
Hello and welcome to Entertainment World!
Tonight: Has Kal-el finally chosen a wife? The House of El's famous First Son has been seen with the delicious Princess Diana of Themyscrira more and more often in the past year. While the family's publicist insist these two are just friends, these pictures of Kal-el and Princess Diana in the dog park make that report hard to believe.
Rasputin [X-Men movieverse]
Eyeless, noseless, fingerless and-- Marie crossed her legs in empathy-- dickless, bloated with water and God only knew what the Hudson had brewed in its two hundred plus years of industrial disregard for life, the body was barely recognizable as human. A dozen yards away, someone was vomiting. Probably several someones.