wip meme
for my boos chungmah, douc, and uljima
Post a line from each WIP you have. No context, no explanations.
1. He wishes for magic dust. Like in Peter Pan and everything. To fly everywhere, sit on the edges of the Big Ben, live in Neverland, never grow old, never grow tired, just play and fun, bring his boys with him on an adventure. Bathe in immortal life. See things never seen. Breathe in carelessness.
2. He knows her. Like the veins that crawled upon his hands. His favorite book. He had studied her seasons once, he recalled. He played with her, but it was his way to watch her bloom. He loved her, from somewhere. He did not know where, but then again, he didn't even know her name.
3. He looks down, and she looks up through her eyelashes. She rests her hand on his shaking palms, fingers tied to the wrist.
4. Changmin loves to see the rich fall, Jessica loves diamonds, Yoona loves the company. They all love whiskey.
5. He kissed her, and she tasted sweet. Strawberries, he thought, a smile dancing on the lips. She tasted a dry martini. A clear liquor, no substance. Nothing.
6. "I don't want to die," he cringes at the mere touch of the word. "I don't want to fucking die." But, he guesses, it's what he deserves. Packets of cigarettes and a lighter caught him early, poisoned his lungs. The sheer minute of ecstasy in a cloud of nicotine and tobacco seemed so good then.
7. He had a castle. It flew in the air, through the clouds, in the sky. He had a pagoda in a glass case, a garden in the middle of the ocean, and a forest made of ice and crystals. And he gave it all to her, his utter demise and destruction.
Obviously I have a lot of prompts, but the real question is if you'll ever see them. (The answer is most likely no.) Maybe in a thousand years!
Post a line from each WIP you have. No context, no explanations.
1. He wishes for magic dust. Like in Peter Pan and everything. To fly everywhere, sit on the edges of the Big Ben, live in Neverland, never grow old, never grow tired, just play and fun, bring his boys with him on an adventure. Bathe in immortal life. See things never seen. Breathe in carelessness.
2. He knows her. Like the veins that crawled upon his hands. His favorite book. He had studied her seasons once, he recalled. He played with her, but it was his way to watch her bloom. He loved her, from somewhere. He did not know where, but then again, he didn't even know her name.
3. He looks down, and she looks up through her eyelashes. She rests her hand on his shaking palms, fingers tied to the wrist.
4. Changmin loves to see the rich fall, Jessica loves diamonds, Yoona loves the company. They all love whiskey.
5. He kissed her, and she tasted sweet. Strawberries, he thought, a smile dancing on the lips. She tasted a dry martini. A clear liquor, no substance. Nothing.
6. "I don't want to die," he cringes at the mere touch of the word. "I don't want to fucking die." But, he guesses, it's what he deserves. Packets of cigarettes and a lighter caught him early, poisoned his lungs. The sheer minute of ecstasy in a cloud of nicotine and tobacco seemed so good then.
7. He had a castle. It flew in the air, through the clouds, in the sky. He had a pagoda in a glass case, a garden in the middle of the ocean, and a forest made of ice and crystals. And he gave it all to her, his utter demise and destruction.
Obviously I have a lot of prompts, but the real question is if you'll ever see them. (The answer is most likely no.) Maybe in a thousand years!