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perpetual_poet and a bunch of other people.
If you happen to be working on some creative writing project, fanfiction or NaNoWriMo or what have you, post exactly one sentence from each of your current work(s) in progress in your journal. It should probably be your favourite or most intriguing sentence so far, but what you choose is entirely your discretion. Mention the title (and genre) if you like, but don't mention anything else -- this is merely to whet the general appetite for your forthcoming work(s).
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"I think you saved us!" Xander blurted out. He exchanged a confused look with Willow and added, "How, exactly, did you do that?"
***
"What is going on out here?"
"I think Hiei's drunk. Or something. He seems to be talking to that tree, at any rate."
"I'm not drunk."
"Who the fuck gave the homicidal demon alcohol?"
"Probably Yusuke."
"I'm not drunk!"
***
So we were two fallen angels – or Jake was anyway, and I was just a recently demoted door guard from the pearly gates – walking down the streets of our quiet little suburban town with a bowl of dog food in one hand and a squeaky chew toy in the other.
( cut to save your scrolling fingers! )
perpetual_poet and a bunch of other people.If you happen to be working on some creative writing project, fanfiction or NaNoWriMo or what have you, post exactly one sentence from each of your current work(s) in progress in your journal. It should probably be your favourite or most intriguing sentence so far, but what you choose is entirely your discretion. Mention the title (and genre) if you like, but don't mention anything else -- this is merely to whet the general appetite for your forthcoming work(s).
****
"I think you saved us!" Xander blurted out. He exchanged a confused look with Willow and added, "How, exactly, did you do that?"
***
"What is going on out here?"
"I think Hiei's drunk. Or something. He seems to be talking to that tree, at any rate."
"I'm not drunk."
"Who the fuck gave the homicidal demon alcohol?"
"Probably Yusuke."
"I'm not drunk!"
***
So we were two fallen angels – or Jake was anyway, and I was just a recently demoted door guard from the pearly gates – walking down the streets of our quiet little suburban town with a bowl of dog food in one hand and a squeaky chew toy in the other.
( cut to save your scrolling fingers! )
