Username: omorka Fandom: Real Ghostbusters Current Word Count: um, about 500? I feel ______ about my story: trepid Snippet: “Right,” Ray sighed. He ambled over to the window and tapped on it.
The Bogeyman shifted position slightly. “Yes?” he crooned.
“If you’ve really been there since before three, I’m sure it’s someone else’s turn,” Ray pointed out calmly.
“Perhaps,” agreed the Bogeyman. “But why should I care?”
“That’s an excellent question,” Ray said. “Why do you care?”
For a moment, the specter looked confused. Slowly, the hideous grin spread across his outsized face again. “Because he still feeds me.”
Username: backrose_17 Fandom:Torchwood/The Avengers Current Word Count:342 I feel ______ about my story: calm Snippet:
"I'm afraid of the cold." Steve admitted softly to Ianto as the young Welshman took a seat next to him. "Anything cold and suddenly I'm back frozen in ice, unable to move, breath, talk or scream. I'm trap not alive and not yet dead. I know it sounds silly."
Ianto shook his head. "Not at all. I'm afraid of fire and loud noises. The tiniest spark and smallest boom and I'm back at Canary Warf reliving that day. It's not a weakness to be afraid of something and I don't think any less of you." Ianto smiled softly at Steve.
A smile that made Steve's heart flip flop something it hadn't done since Bucky and Peggy.
Username: elrhiarhodan Fandom: White Collar Current Word Count: 14k or so I feel ______ about my story: Pleasantly pleased...but may change story idea. Snippet:Peter blinked, his eyes adjusting to the comparatively dim interior light. And then he blinked again. The man at the desk wasn’t as young as he first thought, but he was one of the most beautiful human beings he had ever seen: a head of dark, wavy hair, strong brows, cheekbones, nose and chin kissed by the gods, and bright blue eyes, a shade lighter than El’s. Peter had to laugh at himself. Forty-six years old, and he still had a type
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Username: plaid_slytherin Fandom: Battlestar Galactica (2003) Current Word Count: 2,554 I feel ______ about my story: pretty good (but the plot is weird) Snippet:
"Whoa," Saul said. "Watch it, okay?"
Bill looked up at him in disbelief. If Saul didn't know him so well that he had recognized his movements, he would never have known who it was. Only the eyes were a giveaway, still as blue as ever. His hair hung limply around his face, and he had a regular wild man beard going on. He was still gaping at Saul, as if he didn't quite believe his eyes.
"Hey," Bill finally said. Saul gripped his shoulders tighter. He didn't quite believe it either. Bill felt so thin. "It is you, right?"
"'Course it's me." Saul slipped Bill's arm around his shoulders, supporting him, and grabbed Bill's pack. "C'mon, let's get you home."
"Home," Bill repeated. His voice sounded odd and disused. "That's your and Ellen's house."
Well, at least his grammar hadn't suffered. That was a good sign. "Yup," Saul said. "That's me and Ellen's house."
Ugh, sorry I'm so late, but I work on a newsletter and it gets crazyyyyy.
Username: merryghoul Fandom: Burn Notice (AU) Current Word Count: 1950 I feel ______ about my story: great! (Right now, though, I've got inspiration for another big bang, and I'm working on that. But I will come back to this, and I'm confident I can finish on time.) Snippet: (mentions of blood)
I can always count on Michael to ruin my shopping trips.
Jesse and I were finally getting my Genesis Coupe replaced. I was excited. I had been driving a few stolen cars for weeks. (It was cheaper than driving a rental from Enterprise.) We were at a Hyundai dealership on 2nd Street. The car dealer, Jesse and I were outside.
"I don't understand," Jesse said to me. "You don't want a blue Genesis Coupe anymore. You want a red one."
"The blue one had a lot of unnecessary baggage. We lost the car because of you-know-who for one. And you bled in the car not long after I had gotten it."
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Fandom: Real Ghostbusters
Current Word Count: um, about 500?
I feel ______ about my story: trepid
Snippet:
“Right,” Ray sighed. He ambled over to the window and tapped on it.
The Bogeyman shifted position slightly. “Yes?” he crooned.
“If you’ve really been there since before three, I’m sure it’s someone else’s turn,” Ray pointed out calmly.
“Perhaps,” agreed the Bogeyman. “But why should I care?”
“That’s an excellent question,” Ray said. “Why do you care?”
For a moment, the specter looked confused. Slowly, the hideous grin spread across his outsized face again. “Because he still feeds me.”
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Fandom:Torchwood/The Avengers
Current Word Count:342
I feel ______ about my story: calm
Snippet:
"I'm afraid of the cold." Steve admitted softly to Ianto as the young Welshman took a seat next to him. "Anything cold and suddenly I'm back frozen in ice, unable to move, breath, talk or scream. I'm trap not alive and not yet dead. I know it sounds silly."
Ianto shook his head. "Not at all. I'm afraid of fire and loud noises. The tiniest spark and smallest boom and I'm back at Canary Warf reliving that day. It's not a weakness to be afraid of something and I don't think any less of you." Ianto smiled softly at Steve.
A smile that made Steve's heart flip flop something it hadn't done since Bucky and Peggy.
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Fandom: White Collar
Current Word Count: 14k or so
I feel ______ about my story: Pleasantly pleased...but may change story idea.
Snippet:Peter blinked, his eyes adjusting to the comparatively dim interior light. And then he blinked again. The man at the desk wasn’t as young as he first thought, but he was one of the most beautiful human beings he had ever seen: a head of dark, wavy hair, strong brows, cheekbones, nose and chin kissed by the gods, and bright blue eyes, a shade lighter than El’s. Peter had to laugh at himself. Forty-six years old, and he still had a type ( ... )
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Fandom: Battlestar Galactica (2003)
Current Word Count: 2,554
I feel ______ about my story: pretty good (but the plot is weird)
Snippet:
"Whoa," Saul said. "Watch it, okay?"
Bill looked up at him in disbelief. If Saul didn't know him so well that he had recognized his movements, he would never have known who it was. Only the eyes were a giveaway, still as blue as ever. His hair hung limply around his face, and he had a regular wild man beard going on. He was still gaping at Saul, as if he didn't quite believe his eyes.
"Hey," Bill finally said. Saul gripped his shoulders tighter. He didn't quite believe it either. Bill felt so thin. "It is you, right?"
"'Course it's me." Saul slipped Bill's arm around his shoulders, supporting him, and grabbed Bill's pack. "C'mon, let's get you home."
"Home," Bill repeated. His voice sounded odd and disused. "That's your and Ellen's house."
Well, at least his grammar hadn't suffered. That was a good sign. "Yup," Saul said. "That's me and Ellen's house."
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Username: merryghoul
Fandom: Burn Notice (AU)
Current Word Count: 1950
I feel ______ about my story: great! (Right now, though, I've got inspiration for another big bang, and I'm working on that. But I will come back to this, and I'm confident I can finish on time.)
Snippet: (mentions of blood)
I can always count on Michael to ruin my shopping trips.
Jesse and I were finally getting my Genesis Coupe replaced. I was excited. I had been driving a few stolen cars for weeks. (It was cheaper than driving a rental from Enterprise.) We were at a Hyundai dealership on 2nd Street. The car dealer, Jesse and I were outside.
"I don't understand," Jesse said to me. "You don't want a blue Genesis Coupe anymore. You want a red one."
"The blue one had a lot of unnecessary baggage. We lost the car because of you-know-who for one. And you bled in the car not long after I had gotten it."
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