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filthgoblin) wrote2009-03-03 07:07 pm
filthgoblin) wrote2009-03-03 07:07 pm
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WIP Sentences Meme
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51stcenturyfox, will kick my arse and help me to finish some of the growing pile of WIP that currently haunts my hard-drive.
Post a single sentence from each WIP you have (or as many as you want to pick). No context, no explanations. No more than one sentence!
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Jack had no idea why Rhys had called him or why he might be standing on the pavement trying to talk himself out of running all the way back home without so much as a backwards glance and, truth be told, it was of little consequence to Jack whether he decided to stay or leave.
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Sighing, Arthur closes a heavy tome and drops it with a soft thud on the leather-topped desk, rubbing his tired eyes with thumb and forefinger and pinching the bridge of his nose under his glasses.
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"I kept you because I wanted you for myself, but who could have known you would be so very useful?"
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Inexplicably, his shins itched maddeningly and he was utterly pre-occupied with a dilemma, torn between the desperate desire to reach down and rub the rough denim of his jeans against them and frozen with the fear of doing something that didn’t comply with what was expected of him.
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He let out an almost inaudible growl, launching himself at George and trapping him between his taut body and the cold, hard wall, breathing hard into George's open mouth, covering his tongue with the taste of toast and bruising his biceps with a desperate grip.
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51stcenturyfox, will kick my arse and help me to finish some of the growing pile of WIP that currently haunts my hard-drive.Post a single sentence from each WIP you have (or as many as you want to pick). No context, no explanations. No more than one sentence!
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Jack had no idea why Rhys had called him or why he might be standing on the pavement trying to talk himself out of running all the way back home without so much as a backwards glance and, truth be told, it was of little consequence to Jack whether he decided to stay or leave.
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Sighing, Arthur closes a heavy tome and drops it with a soft thud on the leather-topped desk, rubbing his tired eyes with thumb and forefinger and pinching the bridge of his nose under his glasses.
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"I kept you because I wanted you for myself, but who could have known you would be so very useful?"
-----
Inexplicably, his shins itched maddeningly and he was utterly pre-occupied with a dilemma, torn between the desperate desire to reach down and rub the rough denim of his jeans against them and frozen with the fear of doing something that didn’t comply with what was expected of him.
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He let out an almost inaudible growl, launching himself at George and trapping him between his taut body and the cold, hard wall, breathing hard into George's open mouth, covering his tongue with the taste of toast and bruising his biceps with a desperate grip.
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#1 is Jack/Rhys, yes? (Please, let there be more of this.)
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Indeedy. And there is more. I have quite a bit of it and I will finish it. I just need to get through my "and then they fuck" barrier that's stopping me from finishing most of my WIP at the moment :/
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