Learn from the mistakes of others

If you happen to be working on some creative writing project, fanfiction or NaNoWriMo or what have you, post one sentence (or more)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).

solar plexus

The door opened. The sun shone in. Everyone was dead. "So much for the heroic rescue," he muttered. Shutting the door, we walked away.

The Harvest

The funeral would be a long one. All afternoon, at least.

Threshold

“Welcome to Hell,” a woman’s voice called out in French. “And welcome to the blank part of the map.”

yes, i have been working on a novel or two in my spare time. just wish i didn't suck at dialogue.

guess the genre's.

If you happen to be working on some creative writing project, fanfiction or NaNoWriMo or what have you, post one sentence (or more)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).

solar plexus

The door opened. The sun shone in. Everyone was dead. "So much for the heroic rescue," he muttered. Shutting the door, we walked away.

The Harvest

The funeral would be a long one. All afternoon, at least.

Threshold

“Welcome to Hell,” a woman’s voice called out in French. “And welcome to the blank part of the map.”

yes, i have been working on a novel or two in my spare time. just wish i didn't suck at dialogue.

guess the genre's.

short stories this time.

again, guess the genre. perhaps guess what happens next.

the raven's last cry

Elisa looked out the window. No matter how hard she looked, it was just snow. She couldn't see anything fascinating about it at all. Truth be told, it frightened her. All that cold, white beauty - savage and merciless - without a soul.

why in the world

they came swooping down across the face of the mountains, slipping behind the peaks only to appear just as suddenly between the crags.

she eats stars for breakfast

No, he decided. Not today. Whatever happened, it would not be today. And with that, he grabbed his pack, loaded up and headed out. He'd be damned before he gave them the satisfaction. If he had to die, it would be facing his fears and his enemies - looking them in the eyes and daring them to look back.

if i've told you once, i've told you a hundred times

What the hell was it he had to do here? All those hours of toil and now that he'd made it, he couldn't recall why he'd come. Looking back didn't help. If anything, it only heightened his sense of futility, his frustration.

i love you, so why won't you die?

She was reputed to be the fastest of her kind. Easy enough when she's probably the last of them as well. But she even looked fast. Sitting alone, surrounded by even older, more decrepit hulks. Fluid lines catching fleeting flecks of sunlight as the afternoon express rattled by on the overhead rails. Even now, in her twilight years, she was a thing of beauty. A beautiful siren who'd claimed so many lives.

short stories this time.

again, guess the genre. perhaps guess what happens next.

the raven's last cry

Elisa looked out the window. No matter how hard she looked, it was just snow. She couldn't see anything fascinating about it at all. Truth be told, it frightened her. All that cold, white beauty - savage and merciless - without a soul.

why in the world

they came swooping down across the face of the mountains, slipping behind the peaks only to appear just as suddenly between the crags.

she eats stars for breakfast

No, he decided. Not today. Whatever happened, it would not be today. And with that, he grabbed his pack, loaded up and headed out. He'd be damned before he gave them the satisfaction. If he had to die, it would be facing his fears and his enemies - looking them in the eyes and daring them to look back.

if i've told you once, i've told you a hundred times

What the hell was it he had to do here? All those hours of toil and now that he'd made it, he couldn't recall why he'd come. Looking back didn't help. If anything, it only heightened his sense of futility, his frustration.

i love you, so why won't you die?

She was reputed to be the fastest of her kind. Easy enough when she's probably the last of them as well. But she even looked fast. Sitting alone, surrounded by even older, more decrepit hulks. Fluid lines catching fleeting flecks of sunlight as the afternoon express rattled by on the overhead rails. Even now, in her twilight years, she was a thing of beauty. A beautiful siren who'd claimed so many lives.