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shinigamikender:
If you happen to be working on some creative writing project, fanfiction or what have you, post exactly one sentence (or more) from each of your current work(s) in progress in your journal. It should probably be your favorite 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).
Well, I've got a MS thing in the works... but that's about it. I have a log I'm working on, but I'm not pimping that one here...
“I think you should stay here tonight… you look like you’re about to pass out.”
The formality stung when she heard it in her own voice, but things haven’t been the same since he’d called her a whore.
The entire way, he remained silent, eyes on the road, ears locked in on Ran’s low singing.
He found Rangiku almost doubled over the couch, the baby squirming in reaction to the sudden noise.
"It’s alright if you don’t want to believe me, though. I know how it is. ‘Bro’s before Ho’s’ and all that. So go home and leave this ho alone.”
shinigamikender:If you happen to be working on some creative writing project, fanfiction or what have you, post exactly one sentence (or more) from each of your current work(s) in progress in your journal. It should probably be your favorite 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).
Well, I've got a MS thing in the works... but that's about it. I have a log I'm working on, but I'm not pimping that one here...
“I think you should stay here tonight… you look like you’re about to pass out.”
The formality stung when she heard it in her own voice, but things haven’t been the same since he’d called her a whore.
The entire way, he remained silent, eyes on the road, ears locked in on Ran’s low singing.
He found Rangiku almost doubled over the couch, the baby squirming in reaction to the sudden noise.
"It’s alright if you don’t want to believe me, though. I know how it is. ‘Bro’s before Ho’s’ and all that. So go home and leave this ho alone.”