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cornerofmadnessPost the first sentence (or three) from every WIP you're currently working on, even if it's very short. Then invite people to ask questions about your WIPs. With any luck, the motivation to take that WIP one step closer to completion will appear as if by magic!
from my FMA big bang - “Maybe we should have just called,” Uzziel said, shuffling his feet on the Mustangs’ snowy porch. The old Ishbalan pulled his coat tighter to his body.
FMA - Straying Past Boundaries - Ed/Winry/Ling that I've been trying to finish for forever
“I can’t believe I’m here.” Winry’s head snapped about as she tried to take in everything going on around her. They had only walked a block or two from the train station, carting luggage, into the congested market place. Four blond heads were garnering attention.
FMA - 'greedling third story' THis is from the Greed/Winry series and their baby (well Ling's brother's baby in theory). THis one got lost and is only partially recovered.
Ran Fan hated seeing him like this. Having to deal with Greed was hard enough – harder recently as the monster raged against what he had lost – but when Ling managed to assert his dominance over the thing inside him, it was worst.
NCIS - help japan story that I've been terrible about - Abby padded over to McGee’s computer wearing her long, 1920’s replica nightgown. She knew she probably shouldn’t poke around the machine but how could she resist?
Star Trek OS - help the south story - “Something is wrong with Kirk,” McCoy announced as he flopped down across from Spock at the 3-D chess set.
“I’m not sure what you mean,” Spock replied. “He’s performing his duties as usual.”
BtVS - Hyperion's Son (which is about the only BTVS wip I'm even contemplating finishing at this point)
“So long as they don’t realize we’re trying to spy back.” Buffy let her eyes close. “This needs to end, Angel. We’ve already lost too much.”
“I’m damn tired of losing people I care about,” he rumbled.
“It ends here. We’re going to stop them,” she said as if will alone would make it happen.
ORGINAL FICTION
Beneath the Torn SKy (steampunk mystery) Her job often entailed the late night knock at the door. Melantha kept the robe folded over the footboard of her bed for that reason. Tying it on as she stumbled down the stairs, she didn’t bother trying to find a light switch for the stairs
Crisis (vampires in vegas) Blood spattered the sidewalk in front of the Alibi bar. Arrigo kept his distance, watching the cops break up the fight that had spilled out of the hardcore drinker bar. The blood glistened almost black and garish under the streetlight’s gleam. He could smell it from his vantage point even though the other gawkers forming around him probably could not.
Echoes of the Dying (Fantasy) “Do it now, Mirron.” Marija nudged the young man standing paralyzed as magic whirled around them. His bony shoulders hunched against her words, against the screams of the wounded and dying. He wanted to sink behind a spreading oak and hide.
Geeklove (UF short story) “Batwoman rides again, I see.” Kit grinned as he came through the front door, spotting Chiara doing her final pack check.
“What I have I told you about calling me that?” She wagged her flashlight at him before jamming it into her pack.
Melt into the Wind (urban fantasy) Standing around outside a sorority house until the killer gets done with his work had to be the worst part of this job. All of my instincts told me to run in there and stop him before he slaughters all those girls or to sound the alarm and get them out of the house. I can’t do either.
Until the Ice Breaks (fantasy) Makai fought the urge to wipe away the trickle of sweat that burned its way into his eyes. With practice sword in one hand and long dagger in the other, he’d be likely to blind himself. Besides, it would leave him open to his opponent and he couldn’t let Kylle win. It was a matter of pride.
Red Skies (and ELD needs to help) Tarran’s lip trembled. “It hurts. Can you fix it, Uncle Wine?”
For a moment Adao felt sorry for his cousin. At least his own parents were beyond hurting him. Adao’s mother was long dead and his father gave up his parental responsibility as soon after Vashni threw herself off a cliff. Tarran’s mother had the ability to tear her son to tatters and have him defend her for it.
Riding with Strangers (erotica mystery/UF) “I don’t understand it. I keep seeing a nuclear explosion in your past.” The psychic’s lips thinned. The older woman peered more closely at him. “But it doesn’t feel like a past life.”
Hikaru flashed her secretive smile. “It must have been, I guess. Sure hope it’s not my future.”
Voluntary Nightmare -Fantasy Sweat trickled along Savaria-Archana’s spine, leaving a sticky trail. Bits of sawdust clung to her as her mentor, Sonal, hauled her up to her feet.
“You dropped your guard,” the former Savaria-Militant said, patting Archana's back.
help japan 1920's steam punk - Ezio hit the on button for his pet project, a steam-driven horse. More than anything, he wanted the horse to work. It took a few shuddering steps then the machine shut down, a humid plume running out of its metal nostrils. “Damn it.”
Scarred soldier short story - “I like what you’ve done with your outfit.” Sebastian gestured to Aaron’s actual outfit rather than his prosthetic arm. “I’ve just started sticking my toes in these waters. I haven’t settled into a character.”
Demon Hunter Novel - The bruises around his neck hadn’t faded so Temple pulled his uniform collar tight. No sense in giving his new partner the impression he was a sloppy fighter. It wasn’t his fault a snow demon tried to strangle him. He wasn’t sure he was ready for a new partner.
SO MUCH TO DO
from my FMA big bang - “Maybe we should have just called,” Uzziel said, shuffling his feet on the Mustangs’ snowy porch. The old Ishbalan pulled his coat tighter to his body.
FMA - Straying Past Boundaries - Ed/Winry/Ling that I've been trying to finish for forever
“I can’t believe I’m here.” Winry’s head snapped about as she tried to take in everything going on around her. They had only walked a block or two from the train station, carting luggage, into the congested market place. Four blond heads were garnering attention.
FMA - 'greedling third story' THis is from the Greed/Winry series and their baby (well Ling's brother's baby in theory). THis one got lost and is only partially recovered.
Ran Fan hated seeing him like this. Having to deal with Greed was hard enough – harder recently as the monster raged against what he had lost – but when Ling managed to assert his dominance over the thing inside him, it was worst.
NCIS - help japan story that I've been terrible about - Abby padded over to McGee’s computer wearing her long, 1920’s replica nightgown. She knew she probably shouldn’t poke around the machine but how could she resist?
Star Trek OS - help the south story - “Something is wrong with Kirk,” McCoy announced as he flopped down across from Spock at the 3-D chess set.
“I’m not sure what you mean,” Spock replied. “He’s performing his duties as usual.”
BtVS - Hyperion's Son (which is about the only BTVS wip I'm even contemplating finishing at this point)
“So long as they don’t realize we’re trying to spy back.” Buffy let her eyes close. “This needs to end, Angel. We’ve already lost too much.”
“I’m damn tired of losing people I care about,” he rumbled.
“It ends here. We’re going to stop them,” she said as if will alone would make it happen.
ORGINAL FICTION
Beneath the Torn SKy (steampunk mystery) Her job often entailed the late night knock at the door. Melantha kept the robe folded over the footboard of her bed for that reason. Tying it on as she stumbled down the stairs, she didn’t bother trying to find a light switch for the stairs
Crisis (vampires in vegas) Blood spattered the sidewalk in front of the Alibi bar. Arrigo kept his distance, watching the cops break up the fight that had spilled out of the hardcore drinker bar. The blood glistened almost black and garish under the streetlight’s gleam. He could smell it from his vantage point even though the other gawkers forming around him probably could not.
Echoes of the Dying (Fantasy) “Do it now, Mirron.” Marija nudged the young man standing paralyzed as magic whirled around them. His bony shoulders hunched against her words, against the screams of the wounded and dying. He wanted to sink behind a spreading oak and hide.
Geeklove (UF short story) “Batwoman rides again, I see.” Kit grinned as he came through the front door, spotting Chiara doing her final pack check.
“What I have I told you about calling me that?” She wagged her flashlight at him before jamming it into her pack.
Melt into the Wind (urban fantasy) Standing around outside a sorority house until the killer gets done with his work had to be the worst part of this job. All of my instincts told me to run in there and stop him before he slaughters all those girls or to sound the alarm and get them out of the house. I can’t do either.
Until the Ice Breaks (fantasy) Makai fought the urge to wipe away the trickle of sweat that burned its way into his eyes. With practice sword in one hand and long dagger in the other, he’d be likely to blind himself. Besides, it would leave him open to his opponent and he couldn’t let Kylle win. It was a matter of pride.
Red Skies (and ELD needs to help) Tarran’s lip trembled. “It hurts. Can you fix it, Uncle Wine?”
For a moment Adao felt sorry for his cousin. At least his own parents were beyond hurting him. Adao’s mother was long dead and his father gave up his parental responsibility as soon after Vashni threw herself off a cliff. Tarran’s mother had the ability to tear her son to tatters and have him defend her for it.
Riding with Strangers (erotica mystery/UF) “I don’t understand it. I keep seeing a nuclear explosion in your past.” The psychic’s lips thinned. The older woman peered more closely at him. “But it doesn’t feel like a past life.”
Hikaru flashed her secretive smile. “It must have been, I guess. Sure hope it’s not my future.”
Voluntary Nightmare -Fantasy Sweat trickled along Savaria-Archana’s spine, leaving a sticky trail. Bits of sawdust clung to her as her mentor, Sonal, hauled her up to her feet.
“You dropped your guard,” the former Savaria-Militant said, patting Archana's back.
help japan 1920's steam punk - Ezio hit the on button for his pet project, a steam-driven horse. More than anything, he wanted the horse to work. It took a few shuddering steps then the machine shut down, a humid plume running out of its metal nostrils. “Damn it.”
Scarred soldier short story - “I like what you’ve done with your outfit.” Sebastian gestured to Aaron’s actual outfit rather than his prosthetic arm. “I’ve just started sticking my toes in these waters. I haven’t settled into a character.”
Demon Hunter Novel - The bruises around his neck hadn’t faded so Temple pulled his uniform collar tight. No sense in giving his new partner the impression he was a sloppy fighter. It wasn’t his fault a snow demon tried to strangle him. He wasn’t sure he was ready for a new partner.
SO MUCH TO DO
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Date: 2012-02-02 05:37 am (UTC)They all sound very interesting, those short paragraphs left me wanting more.
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Date: 2012-02-02 06:53 pm (UTC)I do put up more of these on my original fiction filter
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Date: 2012-02-02 08:43 pm (UTC)Can I be added to the filter?
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