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So, I finally finished that vignette thing for Snippy, which means I can post my own version of the first line meme! Unfortunately, I don't have nearly as many good lines, but oh well. :P
I`m going to post first lines from my assorted works of fiction. Your task is to take one and write a short drabble using the line as your first. Repost this in ( Read more... )
I`m going to post first lines from my assorted works of fiction. Your task is to take one and write a short drabble using the line as your first. Repost this in ( Read more... )
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Well, hell.
She turned around and walked off, and he fought the simultanious urges to run after her and to keep his feet firmly planted where they were. Her brown hair swung behind her, her boots clicking against the floor in that maddening methodical way she went about things.
Click. Click. Click.
Running after her won out.
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And I blame the wordage on the drama glossary sitting in front of me.
Epilogue
She has been back for three days, and things are still awkward between them.
She'd come back from... where ever she had gone... a changed woman, silent and shadowed. She squinted in the sunlight and preferred, suddenly, darkened rooms.
He could not pinpoint what exactly, had changed within her. She gave no direct address of exposition, and he figured that she never would. Things would just remain as they were, stumbling down a dark new path, their existences overlapping and corresponding monologues.
The heroine skirted away from denouement. There was no beginning or ending to her problems, they just were. They existed, and he lived with them, as she did, as they expanded and swelled until neither of them could breathe.
This was the beginning of their epilogue.
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