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puszisty.
I'll post the first line of all my full-length fics. You choose one and comment with a drabble/ficlet starting with the same line, unrelated to the original story. Ready? Go!
I added a couple ficlet/drabble openers for variety.
I wrote a Gaeta drabble for tin
here, and a Tigh drabble for
puszisty there. Both are short and cracky.
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Now, wait, this was actually from a porn story? I love your porn! *off to read or reread*
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He'd thought the cylons had it easier, living without the memories of the loss of everyone and everything they loved. However, it seemed that knowing that all those things had never existed for him didn't make it any easier. The memories were still there, even if they weren't real. Running through his parent's yard, swinging on the swingset in the playground...
Aside from Boomer, Felix had probably been the only one on board Galactica who had never even seen a playground. But it wasn't so much that. It was that, before four years ago, he'd never even had a life.
And that hurt more than having lost it.
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(Concept unabashedly stolen from the Graham Greene short story of the same name. This story is not entirely unrelated to the original, because it’s set in the same ‘verse, and I changed the tense of the sentence because writing in present-tense for a whole fic drives me batty.)
Brendan had won a porn sample tonight at the card games. Video porn, even, which was quite rare nowadays. Ideally, he would have liked to have enjoyed it in private first-he had nothing against sharing; it was just that watching porn took on a different character when you did it with half the Viper wing and a quarter of the bridge crew-but word of his big win had spread quickly, and the only working videotape player was in the rec room.
“What kind is it?” asked Narcho as he and Thumper maneuvered a sofa through the hatch and dropped it near the viewing screen with a resounding thump. They both hopped over the back and landed hard on the worn cushions ( ... )
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This is great! I want to hug it and squeeze it and carry it around. :)
I want to know what happened next, too. :D
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I want to know what happened next, too. :D
Well, keep that request in mind...I keep eyeing that timestamp meme and thinking it would be fun once I get "Mathematics" and "Companion Pieces" finished...
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Winters on Aerelon are frakking cold.Sharon's mind tells itself this over and over - a mantra repeated endlessly in the hopes that it will somehow transform into a memory, an amalgamation of perceptions of the dozen or so winters Sharon "Boomer" Valerii spent every year on Aerelon, visiting her grandparents for the holidays ( ... )
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I hadn't even thought of the Cavil connection, to be honest, but you're totally right. It's exactly the kind of thing he would have said, and probably did say to her once they were together (still WTF-ing about *that* one).
Yeah, I loved writing the part with Tyrol. I love me some heartbreaking irony. ;)
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