Ficish meme
Memed from lizbee:
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.
Most of these are on the back-burner, except for #1 and #2, really. And, of course, Multiverse, which I am most definitely going to be late for.
1.
The vortex does not make her fear; it makes her wonder. Why does it do that? Why can we percieve it at all? How does the window work? How is it contained?
She suppresses a smile as her achievements are read out. This is only the beginning. But still, a triple first, that *is* something to be proud of.
A multi-sided room, white, with roundels on the walls. "Doctor, you're not giving me a chance. It's funny you know, but before I met you, I was even willing to be impressed."
2.
She touched the console and closed her eyes. He could almost hear something... then the humming of the TARDIS changed. He could almost swear she was purring. "What did you just do?"
She opened her eyes and smiled softly. I said hello Cally's voice dropped into his mind.
"You're a telepath!" He grinned. "Fantastic! No wonder the TARDIS likes you." Love at first sight, is it, old girl?
3.
"You were at the Globe Theatre?"
"Well, I wasn't exactly going to miss the first performance of 'Loves Labours Won', was I?"
4.
The mortal had no cloak, no armour and no sword. Yet he was no poor villager; his clothing was fine, a brown close-cut garment, matching his brown wavy hair, white cloth underneath so fine that it rivalled the snow in whiteness; Methos had never seen the like. Yet even rich mortals were but mortal, and this one was obviously a fool. Though his brothers were not with him, one Horseman would be more than a match for one alone on foot.
5.
Catherine was gone. She had always chided him for not wearing his ear-buds, but he'd gotten out of the habit when his hearing had started playing up, and found he'd liked it better without them. Little did he know that that would save his life.
6.
"It's cold," Methos complained. Mountains loomed around them, tops lost in cloud. Fog hovered over the TARDIS, though a weak ray of sun brightened one side of it. Methos folded his arms and hunched inside his black trench-coat.
The Doctor sniffed the air. "New Zealand," he said. "South Island. Aotearoa, the Land of the Long White Cloud."
"The land of the Too Much Cloud," Methos said.
7.
His velvet coat was midnight blue, spangled with stars. White lace showed at his wrists and throat. He danced gracefully with his partners, never placing a foot wrong. His blond hair was straight, and carelessly cut. He danced in an eternal now, with no past to remember, no future to fear. He smiled like a boy.
"May I have this dance?" the woman asked. Her gown was blue, dark velvet and shimmery satin, her eyes a blue to match, her hair as blond as his.
"That's out of place," he said.
"So are you," she replied. "You don't belong here."
There are actually more than seven, but I thought I'd pick the top seven, because seven is a good number.
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.
Most of these are on the back-burner, except for #1 and #2, really. And, of course, Multiverse, which I am most definitely going to be late for.
1.
The vortex does not make her fear; it makes her wonder. Why does it do that? Why can we percieve it at all? How does the window work? How is it contained?
She suppresses a smile as her achievements are read out. This is only the beginning. But still, a triple first, that *is* something to be proud of.
A multi-sided room, white, with roundels on the walls. "Doctor, you're not giving me a chance. It's funny you know, but before I met you, I was even willing to be impressed."
2.
She touched the console and closed her eyes. He could almost hear something... then the humming of the TARDIS changed. He could almost swear she was purring. "What did you just do?"
She opened her eyes and smiled softly. I said hello Cally's voice dropped into his mind.
"You're a telepath!" He grinned. "Fantastic! No wonder the TARDIS likes you." Love at first sight, is it, old girl?
3.
"You were at the Globe Theatre?"
"Well, I wasn't exactly going to miss the first performance of 'Loves Labours Won', was I?"
4.
The mortal had no cloak, no armour and no sword. Yet he was no poor villager; his clothing was fine, a brown close-cut garment, matching his brown wavy hair, white cloth underneath so fine that it rivalled the snow in whiteness; Methos had never seen the like. Yet even rich mortals were but mortal, and this one was obviously a fool. Though his brothers were not with him, one Horseman would be more than a match for one alone on foot.
5.
Catherine was gone. She had always chided him for not wearing his ear-buds, but he'd gotten out of the habit when his hearing had started playing up, and found he'd liked it better without them. Little did he know that that would save his life.
6.
"It's cold," Methos complained. Mountains loomed around them, tops lost in cloud. Fog hovered over the TARDIS, though a weak ray of sun brightened one side of it. Methos folded his arms and hunched inside his black trench-coat.
The Doctor sniffed the air. "New Zealand," he said. "South Island. Aotearoa, the Land of the Long White Cloud."
"The land of the Too Much Cloud," Methos said.
7.
His velvet coat was midnight blue, spangled with stars. White lace showed at his wrists and throat. He danced gracefully with his partners, never placing a foot wrong. His blond hair was straight, and carelessly cut. He danced in an eternal now, with no past to remember, no future to fear. He smiled like a boy.
"May I have this dance?" the woman asked. Her gown was blue, dark velvet and shimmery satin, her eyes a blue to match, her hair as blond as his.
"That's out of place," he said.
"So are you," she replied. "You don't belong here."
There are actually more than seven, but I thought I'd pick the top seven, because seven is a good number.