I thought about doing this yesterday, and then when I woke up this morning Res had added the offer "Upon request, I will post a random line from any of these you choose." So hey, here's my wip folder, sort of. (Sort of because my actual wip folder has subdirectories by fandom, and also tends to have a bit of story2, story3 etc when I'm trying to
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Pepper ran. Fast fast fast, fast and silent down the hallway and she tried very hard not to laugh from sheer exhilaration, or to let out a war whoop, and hadn't that been a hard habit to break. She turned the corner, dropped down, rolled under the lasers and got to her feet again. Easy peasy.
Unfortunately, the story hit a snag:
"No," Aziraphale said. "Absolutely not. That never happened."
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"What the hell is this?"
Sam, unloading another bag on the giant stainless-steel counter that ran almost the length of the kitchen, turned to look over his shoulder. "Arugula," he said. Then he squinted. "I think. If it's sort of longish it's the arugula and if it's shorter and rounder it's the baby spinach."
"Great." Dean looked in the bag at Sam's elbow. "So where's the real food?" He lifted out half a head of white cabbage. "You've got to be kidding me."
"We're supposed to blend in," Sam said.
Dean tossed the cabbage from hand to hand. "By farting?"
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Roy dragged in a breath and came very, very close to snapping his fingers. "Who are you?"
"Who the hell do you think?" Gold eyes nearly on a level with his own glared angrily. The young man who couldn't possibly be Edward Elric walked in without waiting to be asked, pushing Roy out of the way. "This was easier with Al and Winry," he said, kicking the door shut again and pulling off his heavy winter gloves with his teeth. He wore thin cotton gloves underneath. "I could just tell them embarrassing childhood stories until they felt sure it was me." His eyes gleamed with sudden glee. "Hey, do you remember the time that girl on the switchboard came looking for Havoc and he hid under Fury's desk, and you tried to--"
There isn't really much sleep, though. I might have to fix that.
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Sam's handwriting was crap, but Dean got enough to see that college hadn't done anything for Sam's prose style. Or, flipping another page, his drawing skills, because jeez. Dean squinted at one picture for a while before deciding that it was a guy, a girl, and a dildo. Well, either that or the guy was really unusually well endowed.
forbiddenplace is an old leftover from my TPM days, but it's more of an outline and doesn't really have any story bits. Except for the very first sentence that started the whole thing:
I am in the forbidden place.
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Dorian pulled the dressing gown on, switching the receiver from one ear to the other. "You sound distressingly serious. That can't be healthy." He shook out his hair and went to the window, drawing back the curtain to let in the half-hearted sunshine of an English summer. He was looking forward to the welcoming warmth of Italy, to the comforts of Gian-Maria's villa, and to being surrounded by beautiful artwork and beautiful dark-eyed young men, none of whom were likely to shout at him, try to hit him, or ask him to perform dangerous jobs for trifling monetary rewards without so much as a kiss to sweeten the deal, not that he had anyone in particular in mind when he thought that, oh no.
With deanandthevittra, the whole thing is outlined from beginning to end, which unfortunately made me lose interest. Sad, because I really like the idea!
faded grass, and the woods were just stripes of faded brown and grey and silver; he could make out the tops of the trees, ( ... )
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I think the Eroica story has suffered a bit from never growing a title
You mean it'd help your inspiration to have one? Hey, I'd be glad to look for a suitable title, in that case! :-) Just say the word, and give me an idea of what we're dealing with here...
the whole thing is outlined from beginning to end, which unfortunately made me lose interest.
That happens to you, too? I thought it was just me! These days I take care not to plot too far ahead, in order not to torpedo my own interest in the story. If I already know everything that happens, I often simply don't have enough drive to finish...
I love the excerpt from deanandthevittra for the lyrical elegance of the writing. That reads like it would have been a beautiful story - and a funny one too, with the Ronald McDonald clones. ;-)
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