Borrowed from
goddessofbirth ,
basched , and
bigbadjayne .
Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Upon request, I will post a random line or two from any of these you choose. Assuming that the file adds up to a full line, that is. I'm fine if you ask for two different WIPs, but once a WIP is selected, it isn't
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The first one - Chuck vs. The Black Pearl - sounds intriguing. Can I ask you for a little sneak-peek?
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She looked nervously at the skyline, her fingertips resting on her lower lip. She wanted to revert to childhood, to chew on the nails, but she'd spent the better part of an hour carefully applying three layers of lacquer to them the night before. She couldn't mess them up now.
After all, it was an important day.
“Oh, don't look so worried, dear,” came a warm, reassuring voice.
She glanced over, smiling as Joan approached her.
The older woman placed a hand on her shoulder. “It's actually a good thing, Ellie. To have rain on your wedding day.”
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~K
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Chuck vs. The Starkiller...
Very intrigued! ;D
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Here you are!
(and again, more than a line, because, clearly, I suck at directions and brevity. :D )
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He growled for the twelfth time, looking at his footwear.
Ellie glanced up at him, smiling a little as she fussed with her earring. “You still can't stand it, can you?”
“There's absolutely no arch support.”
“But, they're what he wanted.”
He looked up at her. “And she went along with it.”
“That's true love,” she said simply.
“But... these aren't shoes. They're... canvas socks.”
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~K
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Oh Chuck and the Failsafe, please E! :)
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The clip!
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The voice on the other end was harsh and calculating: “All roads lead to the eagle.”
A dozen emotions seized his heart. Fear and confusion hit first, followed almost immediately by disbelief and anxiety. Rather than take the time to identify all of them, he moved into the bathroom, closing the door and taking a quick, calming breath.
“Line secure,” continued the voice in cold detachment. “Provide voiceprint identification.”
Devon swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his chest like never before. He realized, in heady anticipation, that this was the kind of adrenaline he had always tried to replicate with his weekends with the fraternity brothers. Those weekend trips never quite added up to the real thing, no matter how much he wanted them to. “Devon Christian Woodcomb,” he responded. “Omega-Seven-Delta.”
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Hmmm....this sounds familiar. Did you send me a sneak peak of this a while back? You might have done...but either way...
I like this! Yay! :)
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Want to take a peek at something else? :)
~K
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Would I be greedy in asking for the Downy peaks? ;)
Domesticated and Belated & Beloved? :)
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Chuck's grin softened. “She looks so happy.”
Sarah placed a hand on his shoulder, squeezing softly. “They both do.”
Alex said, in awe: “It's like watching a romantic movie...”
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~K
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