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summer_jackelIt's October. I *love* October! The crisp air, the changing leaves and all that stuff...just makes me purr. I'm really looking forward to All-Hallows, it being my favorite holiday and all, though I don't have a plan yet. I want to go to the Exotic, Erotic Halloween ball in San Francisco, but can't afford it this year (though Chris and I already have our costme idea. ;) Has anyone out there in the audience ever been? Care to rave about it and/or tell me it's not worth my time?
So, something compleeeetly different. This is a writing meme lifted delicately from musesfool's journal. (anyone here know how to do that thing that causes the name to be a link to the cited individual's LJ?) Here's the deal. Below are a selection of first lines from a number of my fics. Your challenge should you chose to accept it is thus: take these here lines and use them as a beginning to a drabble (roughly 100 word short-fic, though I of course don't mind em shorter or longer.)
If this works and people are game, I may do another one, starting the drabble from the *last* line of the same fics. So, guys, write me stuff? Short stuff? *innocent pup eyes*.
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I will not write this thing.
Logan didn’t like the questions they were asking.
The sun was close to sinking below the bloody Manhattan skyline when Elisa Maza sauntered into the Eyrie building lobby.
Through his window, the air smelled of smoke, the stench of victory: of grass and heath still smoldering, of cloth and flesh scorched on the field, of the cook fires of his army stretched around them in the castle yards and in the broad encampments below.
"I'm fine." Her voice holds an edge of pique, as it always does, and arrogance, but there is something beneath it now, something brittle, something almost afraid.
The snows had been falling for several weeks now.
The rook, silky black polished mahogany, was cool in his hand.
If you do not get your filthy tentacles off my human, you will die.
Evangeline Whedon balanced lightly on the bed, long hands set to either side of her companion’s shoulders.
It was not quite midnight when Kitty flounced through the wall into her bedroom.
yip! have fun.
So, something compleeeetly different. This is a writing meme lifted delicately from musesfool's journal. (anyone here know how to do that thing that causes the name to be a link to the cited individual's LJ?) Here's the deal. Below are a selection of first lines from a number of my fics. Your challenge should you chose to accept it is thus: take these here lines and use them as a beginning to a drabble (roughly 100 word short-fic, though I of course don't mind em shorter or longer.)
If this works and people are game, I may do another one, starting the drabble from the *last* line of the same fics. So, guys, write me stuff? Short stuff? *innocent pup eyes*.
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I will not write this thing.
Logan didn’t like the questions they were asking.
The sun was close to sinking below the bloody Manhattan skyline when Elisa Maza sauntered into the Eyrie building lobby.
Through his window, the air smelled of smoke, the stench of victory: of grass and heath still smoldering, of cloth and flesh scorched on the field, of the cook fires of his army stretched around them in the castle yards and in the broad encampments below.
"I'm fine." Her voice holds an edge of pique, as it always does, and arrogance, but there is something beneath it now, something brittle, something almost afraid.
The snows had been falling for several weeks now.
The rook, silky black polished mahogany, was cool in his hand.
If you do not get your filthy tentacles off my human, you will die.
Evangeline Whedon balanced lightly on the bed, long hands set to either side of her companion’s shoulders.
It was not quite midnight when Kitty flounced through the wall into her bedroom.
yip! have fun.
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Date: 2004-10-07 11:03 am (UTC)Enjoy the California autumn :)
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(Since you said it could be longer or shorter, I went over by . . . twenty words.)
“If you do not get your filthy tentacles off my human, you will die . . . Proteus.”
The giant squid paused in its constriction of Elisa’s fragile form.
“My human?” Elisa wondered.
“The Kraken was a nice disguise,” Demona continued. “I wasn’t aware you could grow to such size.”
“Sometimes I like to _flex_ my muscles a tad,” the behemoth said with Proteus’ voice. His tentacles squeezed again, and Elisa cried out. “And _I_ wasn’t aware she belonged to anyone, gargoyle.”
Demona smiled wickedly. “That’s because I’ve taught Elisa when to use her mouth, and when to keep it shut.”
Elisa ground her teeth. Only Demona would see a rescue attempt as an opportunity to humiliate her as well.
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Sincerely, Allaine
eee!!!!
Date: 2004-10-07 02:53 pm (UTC)Eeeeeeeee!!!
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Date: 2004-10-07 07:34 pm (UTC)“That’s because I’ve taught Elisa when to use her mouth, and when to keep it shut.”.!!!!!!!!!!! perfect.
And how did you know I have a squid fetish? Uhmm...don't answer that. ;D
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Date: 2004-10-08 06:55 am (UTC)*grunts* This is the only writing I've done ALL week. I have my KP; I have my JL; I have a funeral reception, a football game, and a date all in the SAME weekend.
In other words - I have time for more drabbles, but not for more of this :(
Sincerely, Allaine
P.S. But I'm glad you both liked it :)
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Date: 2004-10-08 10:02 am (UTC)good luck with your Week of Chaos...I hope the date's fun! =)
my try...
Date: 2004-10-07 03:12 pm (UTC)"C'mon Logan, Kitty's wheedle raised the fine hair on the back of his neck, even as the girl he'd trained in combat used her feminine wiles in a different type of warfare. He'd been playing for keeps in that type o' game too, over the many uncounted years, but not with his "half pint" ... Only... Kitty wasn't such a half pint anymore. She'd gained in height, even while keeping the willowy, toned body of a dancer. She now topped his shorter stature by a few inches. Red on the other side towered nearly a head taller, but Rachel had the added advantage of rather wicked spiked heels that matched the very wicked red leather mini-skirt and strap halter top.
"We promise you won't have to hardly anything. Just let us do the work and you can just lay back enjoy."
"Darlin, don't play that way with me unless you are dead serious, and not even then." Logan's growl wasn't the deterrent he hoped as Rachel stroked her leather encased fingers through his hair.
"We're serious Wolverine." Rachel's whisper was warm and throaty against his ear, "And don't tell me you aren't intrigued by the propostion. I can tell that part of you finds the idea rather attractive."
"Girl, don't go reading my mind." Logan's curt words brought a blink of surprise from Rachel Summers, "It's not a fit place to be visiting right now."
"Not your mind I'm reading." Rachel murmurred, stroking a hand over a taut, muscular male thigh.
Looking down Wolverine muttered a curse under his breath.
Damn spandex. Didn't let a man keep anything secret.
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=)
Re: my try...
Date: 2004-10-07 07:36 pm (UTC)I love this so much. *yow*. *hot*!! *salivates*
Wolvie is so adorably...reluctant. ;) And Ray and Kitty...eeee.
I wonder, if I bribe you with chocolate, could you be induced to continue this?
Re: my try...
Date: 2004-10-08 06:52 am (UTC):P
Sincerely, Allaine