First lines!
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blue_soaringInstead of doing some actual writing, I keep poking. Somehow this led me to the idea that posting the first two lines from each one of my WIPs would be... productive? I don't even know, right. (Warning for a racist character in there.)
New expand cut feature is AWESOME, I loves it.
In the order that they're sitting on my desktop...
1. Metal clinks in the tiny kitchenette as Robert pops the tops on a couple of beers. The game drones on unheeded the background, Liev sunk deep in the plush cushions with an arm draped over his eyes and Hugh's attention split between the murmur of Robert on the phone with his wife and the silver of Liev's belly bared above a pair of worn-soft jeans.
2. Loose rocks skid beneath Remy's boots as he jerks to a halt. The sirens nipping at his heels are one thing he badly wants to avoid, but the shadow lurking near his baby is his nightmare made flesh.
3. "You have one new voice message, sir."
"Aw, honey. I missed you, too," Tony said, stripping off his tie and leaving it strung over the banister.
4. Watson's gaze slid to the ceiling in a prayer unheeded. "Holmes, that is my knee."
"I am aware, Watson," Holmes said, his strained whisper accompanied by a shift of muscle and heavy corduroy as he gave it another unhelpful push, "as it is currently attempting to rearrange my innards."
5. Victor can't tell the crack of timber from bone. His head's filled with white noise, his nose with the scent of Logan's blood.
6. Flames crackle as Daken closes his eyes and tips his face to the stars. The slick smile sitting on his face is all the answer Logan needs.
7. Stretched out on the bunk and buoyed up on a nest of blankets as fluffy and warm as noonday clouds, Lennox wondered if he had time to catch a quick catnap. There hadn't been a chance to set up a definitive meet, and if he were doomed to be stuck waiting around for another hour--or worse, the whole night--it'd be a crying shame to miss the opportunity.
8. When Steve had said he'd missed the simpler things, Tony had taken him seriously. High definition widescreen in the basement, fully loaded with theatrical surround sound and whatever else Tony had rattled off while the corn popped hadn't really struck Steve as all that simple, but he had to agree it still fell well within the boundaries of movie night at home.
9. "Hold still," Tony muttered around the nose grips clenched between his teeth. The plastic tasted like motor oil, thick and acrid. He wriggled his tongue around and tugged harder at a handful of wires.
10. Everyone talks about how easy it is, after. They're so willing to forget the bones their new city is built upon, the spilled blood that had washed their streets clean, how the faces of the past are crushed beneath their feet in a desperate stampede to the future.
11. The sign at the single pump proclaims Last Chance with a hangman's certainty. The bell hung above the door clanks dully as the screen creaks open, tiny puffs of dirt rising up to settle on Logan's boots.
12. Whoever's back there slinking through the shadows, they're finally starting to get on Victor's nerves. This whole damn country annoys him, crammed to the brim with yippy little yellow dogs and stinking like shit no matter where he goes.
13. The late night news runs a ten minute special report on Wolverine. The anchor rambles through a video montage of near misses and grateful tear-streaked faces, lauding Osborn's strong leadership as the reason for the notoriously volatile mutant's meteoric rise back into the population's good graces.
14. "Sir, I strongly advise-"
"Look, I already know what you advise, and the word you were looking for is 'annoyingly'."
15. "The Jetta parked next to a, what is that, a mailbox. Out front. You've got five minutes."
Jude laughs, falls back on the bed and absently rubs at the warm tingling itch on his chest. "It's been weeks since you've called me."
16. Smoke coils in a dirty grey halo above Logan's head. His eyes are stone cold, the look in them black and welcoming as hell's doorstep.
17. The rumble of rocks sloughing off the mountainsides sounds like a fresh storm brewing in the distance. Logan flicks back the sheet covering the warped window to find there's nothing left of the kitchen garden out back, even less of the meandering road leading to town.
New expand cut feature is AWESOME, I loves it.
In the order that they're sitting on my desktop...
1. Metal clinks in the tiny kitchenette as Robert pops the tops on a couple of beers. The game drones on unheeded the background, Liev sunk deep in the plush cushions with an arm draped over his eyes and Hugh's attention split between the murmur of Robert on the phone with his wife and the silver of Liev's belly bared above a pair of worn-soft jeans.
2. Loose rocks skid beneath Remy's boots as he jerks to a halt. The sirens nipping at his heels are one thing he badly wants to avoid, but the shadow lurking near his baby is his nightmare made flesh.
3. "You have one new voice message, sir."
"Aw, honey. I missed you, too," Tony said, stripping off his tie and leaving it strung over the banister.
4. Watson's gaze slid to the ceiling in a prayer unheeded. "Holmes, that is my knee."
"I am aware, Watson," Holmes said, his strained whisper accompanied by a shift of muscle and heavy corduroy as he gave it another unhelpful push, "as it is currently attempting to rearrange my innards."
5. Victor can't tell the crack of timber from bone. His head's filled with white noise, his nose with the scent of Logan's blood.
6. Flames crackle as Daken closes his eyes and tips his face to the stars. The slick smile sitting on his face is all the answer Logan needs.
7. Stretched out on the bunk and buoyed up on a nest of blankets as fluffy and warm as noonday clouds, Lennox wondered if he had time to catch a quick catnap. There hadn't been a chance to set up a definitive meet, and if he were doomed to be stuck waiting around for another hour--or worse, the whole night--it'd be a crying shame to miss the opportunity.
8. When Steve had said he'd missed the simpler things, Tony had taken him seriously. High definition widescreen in the basement, fully loaded with theatrical surround sound and whatever else Tony had rattled off while the corn popped hadn't really struck Steve as all that simple, but he had to agree it still fell well within the boundaries of movie night at home.
9. "Hold still," Tony muttered around the nose grips clenched between his teeth. The plastic tasted like motor oil, thick and acrid. He wriggled his tongue around and tugged harder at a handful of wires.
10. Everyone talks about how easy it is, after. They're so willing to forget the bones their new city is built upon, the spilled blood that had washed their streets clean, how the faces of the past are crushed beneath their feet in a desperate stampede to the future.
11. The sign at the single pump proclaims Last Chance with a hangman's certainty. The bell hung above the door clanks dully as the screen creaks open, tiny puffs of dirt rising up to settle on Logan's boots.
12. Whoever's back there slinking through the shadows, they're finally starting to get on Victor's nerves. This whole damn country annoys him, crammed to the brim with yippy little yellow dogs and stinking like shit no matter where he goes.
13. The late night news runs a ten minute special report on Wolverine. The anchor rambles through a video montage of near misses and grateful tear-streaked faces, lauding Osborn's strong leadership as the reason for the notoriously volatile mutant's meteoric rise back into the population's good graces.
14. "Sir, I strongly advise-"
"Look, I already know what you advise, and the word you were looking for is 'annoyingly'."
15. "The Jetta parked next to a, what is that, a mailbox. Out front. You've got five minutes."
Jude laughs, falls back on the bed and absently rubs at the warm tingling itch on his chest. "It's been weeks since you've called me."
16. Smoke coils in a dirty grey halo above Logan's head. His eyes are stone cold, the look in them black and welcoming as hell's doorstep.
17. The rumble of rocks sloughing off the mountainsides sounds like a fresh storm brewing in the distance. Logan flicks back the sheet covering the warped window to find there's nothing left of the kitchen garden out back, even less of the meandering road leading to town.
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Date: 2010-06-13 03:00 am (UTC)Now that the evil twin has time to beta, I should have some stuffs to make with the posty soon! :D
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Date: 2010-06-13 01:39 am (UTC)omg.
your brain.
*noms*
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