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Post a single sentence from each WIP you have (or as many as you want to pick). No context, no explanations. No more than one sentence!
Aja didn't know what had possessed her to come to this island, the Alcatraz of the Shapeless, but she could feel the warmth bubbling inside of her, a nameless voice telling her yes, this is the Path, this is the Right.
"Not for the licking part, though, 'cause I don't get that," Wyatt quickly adds, jogging past Hasan into the kitchen for his sandwiches, which he hopes are still there.
That is only survival.
Once he was satisfied, he went down the hall, back to his studio.
"It'd be a shame for you to lose your other foot in such a fool way."
"Well," Sam says, rolling his eyes at Dean, "the fact that you were tied up and she was preheating the oven seemed a pretty good indicator."
"Platonic?" Dean choked out, and was rewarded by the puzzled amusement that crossed Castiel's face.
"If you love a goat…?"
“Yuuri?” Wolfram yawns, “What are you doing?”
He wondered when Conrad had stopped looking at him.
The bell still tinkled on the string, and Conrad tucked it into his uniform as he spun to meet his next opponent.
Harry woke up in slow degrees, his eyes feeling gummy and aching behind his eyelids.
Wake, witness, to the birth—ashes, ashes, we all fall down.
Gray, predawn light filtered through the curtains, sending shadows across their bed.
She remained there for nearly a half an hour, hardly daring to breathe, when he finally spoke.
As always, it filled him with calm, and he dragged out the last few words in his mind, savoring this small peace before his day began.
"You are the reason why I don't like to talk to people," he announced to the air, and several people turned to look at him with an offended expression.
Two things soon became almost immediately clear to Sylar—that Draco Malfoy was completely insane, and that he could do things Sylar only ever dreamed about.
After all, it was customary to give a gift on a birthing day.
"Well, I don't bite...hard," Revell declared conspiratorially, turning her hand over and placing his lips softly against the beating of her pulse.
It is December, and there is no snow.
But some prayers are never answered, and it was over before he opened his mouth.
I sort of stabbed him in the eye with my keys and called the cops on my cell and they were sort of horrified but mostly amused and the guy who contacted me was let out of the hospital after a couple of surgeries and days and a glass eye or two, and I think that's great, because he could totally start a creepy collection of weird eyes.
I mean, where else do you think that flood came from?
"Now, I know you didn't just bitch about my jacket!" Alex said cheerfully, clutching his brown bomber jacket around him protectively.
Light was warmth, either sunlight that you couldn’t touch or bulbs that had a strange, swollen shape and burned your fingers when you touched them after they were left on for too long.
"Asparagus and Brussels sprouts," Raven deadpanned, leaning against the corner of the desk and folding his arms over his chest.
"Alex," Abby had told him once, "Sometimes, you just can't run anymore."
Aja didn't know what had possessed her to come to this island, the Alcatraz of the Shapeless, but she could feel the warmth bubbling inside of her, a nameless voice telling her yes, this is the Path, this is the Right.
"Not for the licking part, though, 'cause I don't get that," Wyatt quickly adds, jogging past Hasan into the kitchen for his sandwiches, which he hopes are still there.
That is only survival.
Once he was satisfied, he went down the hall, back to his studio.
"It'd be a shame for you to lose your other foot in such a fool way."
"Well," Sam says, rolling his eyes at Dean, "the fact that you were tied up and she was preheating the oven seemed a pretty good indicator."
"Platonic?" Dean choked out, and was rewarded by the puzzled amusement that crossed Castiel's face.
"If you love a goat…?"
“Yuuri?” Wolfram yawns, “What are you doing?”
He wondered when Conrad had stopped looking at him.
The bell still tinkled on the string, and Conrad tucked it into his uniform as he spun to meet his next opponent.
Harry woke up in slow degrees, his eyes feeling gummy and aching behind his eyelids.
Wake, witness, to the birth—ashes, ashes, we all fall down.
Gray, predawn light filtered through the curtains, sending shadows across their bed.
She remained there for nearly a half an hour, hardly daring to breathe, when he finally spoke.
As always, it filled him with calm, and he dragged out the last few words in his mind, savoring this small peace before his day began.
"You are the reason why I don't like to talk to people," he announced to the air, and several people turned to look at him with an offended expression.
Two things soon became almost immediately clear to Sylar—that Draco Malfoy was completely insane, and that he could do things Sylar only ever dreamed about.
After all, it was customary to give a gift on a birthing day.
"Well, I don't bite...hard," Revell declared conspiratorially, turning her hand over and placing his lips softly against the beating of her pulse.
It is December, and there is no snow.
But some prayers are never answered, and it was over before he opened his mouth.
I sort of stabbed him in the eye with my keys and called the cops on my cell and they were sort of horrified but mostly amused and the guy who contacted me was let out of the hospital after a couple of surgeries and days and a glass eye or two, and I think that's great, because he could totally start a creepy collection of weird eyes.
I mean, where else do you think that flood came from?
"Now, I know you didn't just bitch about my jacket!" Alex said cheerfully, clutching his brown bomber jacket around him protectively.
Light was warmth, either sunlight that you couldn’t touch or bulbs that had a strange, swollen shape and burned your fingers when you touched them after they were left on for too long.
"Asparagus and Brussels sprouts," Raven deadpanned, leaning against the corner of the desk and folding his arms over his chest.
"Alex," Abby had told him once, "Sometimes, you just can't run anymore."