Writing Meme Two
Also stolen from Alice because it looked like fun. It got depressing in some areas ;~; excuse the disordly-ness of the entry. Livejournal clearly hates me.
One: Write ten lines of dialogue between two characters who had drunken sex last night and are not talking about it. Ever.
"So…” Naruto said, drumming his fingers against a hardened stomach.
“So…” Shikamaru repeated, staring distractedly at the ceiling of Naruto’s new apartment.
“I was thinking, I really should finish unpacking today, even though, you know, I only finished moving in yesterday,” Naruto continued, one arm behind his head as he, too, stared at the ceiling of his new apartment.
“That…would be a good idea,” Shikamaru agreed.
“I, uh, guess I should get started then, huh?” Naruto questioned, getting out of bed with a slow wince and a quick grab of his head to steady himself.
“Yea,” Shikamaru agreed again, pointedly staring at the roof now, keeping his eyes away from a very naked Naruto.
“Ah…when are you planning on leaving?” Naruto asked, putting a steadying arm on the nearest flat surface as he attempted to leave his new room, very pointedly keeping from looking behind him.
“…soon.” Shikamaru answered shortly, the tone of his voice brooking the very obvious but avoiding the issue altogether.
“Okay,” Naruto agreed, and finally managed to leave his room.
“Okay,” Shikamaru agreed.
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Oh gawd…ShikaNaru? LOL I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT THIS PAIRING IS CALLED
Two: Write a scene in four sentences in which two characters bond over something that would seem trivial to a passerby.
“Here…I, wanted you to have a copy of it, for yourself,” Eli mumbles, handing over a glossy covered manuscript that looked like it had been painstakingly put together. It was thin and flimsy as she took it from his hands, but she handled it with the utmost care and he tried to hide the relief that softened his tense muscles.
“Thank you,” Claire whispers, and turns away without another word, but he thinks he saw a glimmer of tears in her eyes, and that means more to him then the thank you and the care in which she’d accepted the manuscript put together. He smiles a soft smile as he turns and heads in the opposite direction, and thinks that this is a new day; a new start and an ability to let her go.
Three: Write seven sentences from the perspective of a passerby witnessing Day Two's scene.
She thinks she recognizes him; dark hair, darker eyes, and a red shirt the standard for their uniform, but thinks she remembers him much better in darker clothes to match those darker eyes with chains and skulls a measure of who he really was.
The girl he’s with she doesn’t recognize quite as well, but she remembers the sly looks she’d caught him sending her way back before uniforms were mandatory, and the kisses in the hallway, and the arm around her shoulders when she wore purple and he wore red.
She envies her even when she can see that they are quite clearly over by the way she averts her eyes and the tense way he stands.
In his hands he holds a flimsy set of paper held together like any other school project enclosed in glossy sheathing, and she imagines they were working together on a school project before they’d broken up.
With the cautious way she takes it from his hands and rushes away after words, she imagines him tossing the project on the floor and attacking her; their break up must have been nasty for her to fear him so.
She walks up to him as he starts to walk away, clearly relieved to be done with unfinished business, and smiles as she stops him to introduce herself. “Hi, I’m Cassie.”
Four: Write a character's reaction to someone's love confession in one sentence.
“I’m sorry…but I love another,” Yesung says softly to anxious eyes, and turns away from Kyuhyun, afraid of seeing the shattered hope in the face of the man he’d loved once, but who’d been too late.
Five: Write a scene in eight sentences in which someone's going through his/her version of "It's a Wonderful Life."
Harry watched as Voldemort killed his parents and him on October 31st.
He watched as the wizarding world, first, was ravished by Death Eaters.
He watched as Hermione got her acceptance letter, to be raped and maimed and slaughtered with three million other “mudblood’s” on Hogwart’s grounds.
He watched as the Weasley’s, the Longbottom’s, and every other family of the Order found the same end, before Ginny could be born, and when Ron and Neville were only babies.
He watched as Dementors were set lose on Muggle London, and left free to do as they pleased.
He watched as Voldemort strode upon a throne of Muggle skulls covered in Muggle skins and turned to stare out at the rest of surviving humanity.
And shuddered at the thought of wishing he’d never been born if that life were to be prematurely ended, even as he walked to his death on Hogwarts grounds, and didn’t regret a thing.
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(Alice tackled the prompt "It's a Wonderful Life" as the scene in the movie where the main character saw how the world would have been like without the character's existence, there fore I shall too because I have no other thoughts on this.)
Six: Write a scene in six sentences in which a character is searching for someone in the last moments of the end of the world.
“Hermione! Hermione!” he screams, voice growing rough as he stumbles through smoking, blackened wood, and over dead bodies and puddles of blood, and through floods of water and gasoline and fuel and fire.
“HERMIONE!” he cries with a sob as he collapses to his knees with blood gushing down his head, legs blackened with dirt and dead skin and blood that wouldn’t allow him to walk any further.
“Ron?” he hears faintly, and he gasps another sob because he can’t even be sure it isn’t his imagination giving him what he wants in his last moments of need, but then he sees her, bushy hair and soft skin and petite body and all, but something’s wrong.
She crawls in a direction that can only be labeled towards him, even as she clearly doesn’t see him as she continues to call out his name, and then he see’s that she isn’t crawling, because that would require some form of legs, and those are quite clearly gone.
“Hermione!” he calls and pulls himself to his own legs, because he can see the blood trail from her blown off legs and he knows she isn’t going to last much longer.
She smiles as she see’s him and stops moving, finally coming to an exhausted, mind numbing rest, and he collapses to his knees again in front of her and leans over and kisses her and opens his eyes just in time to see hers glaze over, and then he cradles her in his arms with dry sobs that he hadn’t had enough time with her before her end, his only comfort in the fact that his own end would arrive soon after, and he would be able to be with her again.
Seven: Write a breakup scene in three sentences without giving the reason for it or using dialogue.
The other man doesn’t speak as Harry turns around walks away from blonde hair and grey eyes. He wants that to be just fine, and refuses to look back. He looks back.
Eight: Write two characters' second kiss in two sentences.
And Claire had thought the first kiss had been mind blowing. The second only got better.
Nine: Ask flist for prompts. Write one sentence each for the first five prompts you receive.
Prompt me if you like.
Ten: Use these lyrics as a prompt: "There's only now/There's only here/Give in to love/Or live in fear" ("Another Day" from RENT) and write a story in nine sentences.
“I hated you, I hated you so fucking much. I still hate you,” Hermione growls as she rips open Parkinson’s shirt and attack’s her unclothed breasts with open mouthed kisses and nips and tongue.
“Tell yourself whatever you like,” Parkinson laughs and then lets out a guttural moan Hermione hadn’t expected from a woman when she nips particularly hard on a particularly tender patch of skin, arms momentarily pausing in ripping Hermione’s shirt off her own body.
And then she’s in frenzied motion, throwing Hermione to the bed as she finishes tearing off her shirt, rips off the remaining of her own clothes, and then tears off Hermione’s bra and pants and puts a knee on either side of her and works her fingers into white panties that she doesn’t bother taking off.
“I want to see you sweat beneath me; I want to see you helpless and begging and without a choice when you come aaaall over these nice clean panties of yours,” Parkinson whispers into her ear and her fingers work further and further into her, drawing out an orgasm Hermione’s afraid to feel.
But then Parkinson’s lips cover her nipple and suck with a force at the same time tender as it is ravaging, and Parkinson’s wish comes true as she shudders and comes all over her brand new panties and see’s stars for the first time in her life, orgasm shaking her faster than ever before, and she knows it’s the force of her want for Parkinson.
“I know you want me, again, and again, and again,” Parkinson whispers into her ear again, this time taking the lope into her mouth and sucking softly, and Hermione feel’s her body tightening for more, for another round, already, even as she pants and pants for breath and Parkinson tears off the wet panties and drags her fingers in and out of her slowly.
She slithers down Hermione’s body, sucking kisses trailing her down her body, until her face is next to her fingers and her eyes are liquid and burning as she stares up into Hermione’s.
“Ron, Harry - ha…they’ll never - nhg- forgive me for this,” she moans as Parkinson’s tongue works it’s way into her around long fingers, and then her back is arching and she’s seeing stars again, and Parkinson’s mouth is on hers in a long denied kiss that tells her everything she need’s to know.
“With me, you don’t need to live in fear,” Parkinson purrs, and Hermione turns to putty in her hands as she maneuvers herself better over Hermione’s completely naked body, kissing her again, and this time, Hermione tastes herself.
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I don’t know how some of these fit the requirements, but I assure you, if you count the sentences, they fit the bill ._.
One: Write ten lines of dialogue between two characters who had drunken sex last night and are not talking about it. Ever.
"So…” Naruto said, drumming his fingers against a hardened stomach.
“So…” Shikamaru repeated, staring distractedly at the ceiling of Naruto’s new apartment.
“I was thinking, I really should finish unpacking today, even though, you know, I only finished moving in yesterday,” Naruto continued, one arm behind his head as he, too, stared at the ceiling of his new apartment.
“That…would be a good idea,” Shikamaru agreed.
“I, uh, guess I should get started then, huh?” Naruto questioned, getting out of bed with a slow wince and a quick grab of his head to steady himself.
“Yea,” Shikamaru agreed again, pointedly staring at the roof now, keeping his eyes away from a very naked Naruto.
“Ah…when are you planning on leaving?” Naruto asked, putting a steadying arm on the nearest flat surface as he attempted to leave his new room, very pointedly keeping from looking behind him.
“…soon.” Shikamaru answered shortly, the tone of his voice brooking the very obvious but avoiding the issue altogether.
“Okay,” Naruto agreed, and finally managed to leave his room.
“Okay,” Shikamaru agreed.
--
Oh gawd…ShikaNaru? LOL I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT THIS PAIRING IS CALLED
Two: Write a scene in four sentences in which two characters bond over something that would seem trivial to a passerby.
“Here…I, wanted you to have a copy of it, for yourself,” Eli mumbles, handing over a glossy covered manuscript that looked like it had been painstakingly put together. It was thin and flimsy as she took it from his hands, but she handled it with the utmost care and he tried to hide the relief that softened his tense muscles.
“Thank you,” Claire whispers, and turns away without another word, but he thinks he saw a glimmer of tears in her eyes, and that means more to him then the thank you and the care in which she’d accepted the manuscript put together. He smiles a soft smile as he turns and heads in the opposite direction, and thinks that this is a new day; a new start and an ability to let her go.
Three: Write seven sentences from the perspective of a passerby witnessing Day Two's scene.
She thinks she recognizes him; dark hair, darker eyes, and a red shirt the standard for their uniform, but thinks she remembers him much better in darker clothes to match those darker eyes with chains and skulls a measure of who he really was.
The girl he’s with she doesn’t recognize quite as well, but she remembers the sly looks she’d caught him sending her way back before uniforms were mandatory, and the kisses in the hallway, and the arm around her shoulders when she wore purple and he wore red.
She envies her even when she can see that they are quite clearly over by the way she averts her eyes and the tense way he stands.
In his hands he holds a flimsy set of paper held together like any other school project enclosed in glossy sheathing, and she imagines they were working together on a school project before they’d broken up.
With the cautious way she takes it from his hands and rushes away after words, she imagines him tossing the project on the floor and attacking her; their break up must have been nasty for her to fear him so.
She walks up to him as he starts to walk away, clearly relieved to be done with unfinished business, and smiles as she stops him to introduce herself. “Hi, I’m Cassie.”
Four: Write a character's reaction to someone's love confession in one sentence.
“I’m sorry…but I love another,” Yesung says softly to anxious eyes, and turns away from Kyuhyun, afraid of seeing the shattered hope in the face of the man he’d loved once, but who’d been too late.
Five: Write a scene in eight sentences in which someone's going through his/her version of "It's a Wonderful Life."
Harry watched as Voldemort killed his parents and him on October 31st.
He watched as the wizarding world, first, was ravished by Death Eaters.
He watched as Hermione got her acceptance letter, to be raped and maimed and slaughtered with three million other “mudblood’s” on Hogwart’s grounds.
He watched as the Weasley’s, the Longbottom’s, and every other family of the Order found the same end, before Ginny could be born, and when Ron and Neville were only babies.
He watched as Dementors were set lose on Muggle London, and left free to do as they pleased.
He watched as Voldemort strode upon a throne of Muggle skulls covered in Muggle skins and turned to stare out at the rest of surviving humanity.
And shuddered at the thought of wishing he’d never been born if that life were to be prematurely ended, even as he walked to his death on Hogwarts grounds, and didn’t regret a thing.
--
(Alice tackled the prompt "It's a Wonderful Life" as the scene in the movie where the main character saw how the world would have been like without the character's existence, there fore I shall too because I have no other thoughts on this.)
Six: Write a scene in six sentences in which a character is searching for someone in the last moments of the end of the world.
“Hermione! Hermione!” he screams, voice growing rough as he stumbles through smoking, blackened wood, and over dead bodies and puddles of blood, and through floods of water and gasoline and fuel and fire.
“HERMIONE!” he cries with a sob as he collapses to his knees with blood gushing down his head, legs blackened with dirt and dead skin and blood that wouldn’t allow him to walk any further.
“Ron?” he hears faintly, and he gasps another sob because he can’t even be sure it isn’t his imagination giving him what he wants in his last moments of need, but then he sees her, bushy hair and soft skin and petite body and all, but something’s wrong.
She crawls in a direction that can only be labeled towards him, even as she clearly doesn’t see him as she continues to call out his name, and then he see’s that she isn’t crawling, because that would require some form of legs, and those are quite clearly gone.
“Hermione!” he calls and pulls himself to his own legs, because he can see the blood trail from her blown off legs and he knows she isn’t going to last much longer.
She smiles as she see’s him and stops moving, finally coming to an exhausted, mind numbing rest, and he collapses to his knees again in front of her and leans over and kisses her and opens his eyes just in time to see hers glaze over, and then he cradles her in his arms with dry sobs that he hadn’t had enough time with her before her end, his only comfort in the fact that his own end would arrive soon after, and he would be able to be with her again.
Seven: Write a breakup scene in three sentences without giving the reason for it or using dialogue.
The other man doesn’t speak as Harry turns around walks away from blonde hair and grey eyes. He wants that to be just fine, and refuses to look back. He looks back.
Eight: Write two characters' second kiss in two sentences.
And Claire had thought the first kiss had been mind blowing. The second only got better.
Nine: Ask flist for prompts. Write one sentence each for the first five prompts you receive.
Prompt me if you like.
Ten: Use these lyrics as a prompt: "There's only now/There's only here/Give in to love/Or live in fear" ("Another Day" from RENT) and write a story in nine sentences.
“I hated you, I hated you so fucking much. I still hate you,” Hermione growls as she rips open Parkinson’s shirt and attack’s her unclothed breasts with open mouthed kisses and nips and tongue.
“Tell yourself whatever you like,” Parkinson laughs and then lets out a guttural moan Hermione hadn’t expected from a woman when she nips particularly hard on a particularly tender patch of skin, arms momentarily pausing in ripping Hermione’s shirt off her own body.
And then she’s in frenzied motion, throwing Hermione to the bed as she finishes tearing off her shirt, rips off the remaining of her own clothes, and then tears off Hermione’s bra and pants and puts a knee on either side of her and works her fingers into white panties that she doesn’t bother taking off.
“I want to see you sweat beneath me; I want to see you helpless and begging and without a choice when you come aaaall over these nice clean panties of yours,” Parkinson whispers into her ear and her fingers work further and further into her, drawing out an orgasm Hermione’s afraid to feel.
But then Parkinson’s lips cover her nipple and suck with a force at the same time tender as it is ravaging, and Parkinson’s wish comes true as she shudders and comes all over her brand new panties and see’s stars for the first time in her life, orgasm shaking her faster than ever before, and she knows it’s the force of her want for Parkinson.
“I know you want me, again, and again, and again,” Parkinson whispers into her ear again, this time taking the lope into her mouth and sucking softly, and Hermione feel’s her body tightening for more, for another round, already, even as she pants and pants for breath and Parkinson tears off the wet panties and drags her fingers in and out of her slowly.
She slithers down Hermione’s body, sucking kisses trailing her down her body, until her face is next to her fingers and her eyes are liquid and burning as she stares up into Hermione’s.
“Ron, Harry - ha…they’ll never - nhg- forgive me for this,” she moans as Parkinson’s tongue works it’s way into her around long fingers, and then her back is arching and she’s seeing stars again, and Parkinson’s mouth is on hers in a long denied kiss that tells her everything she need’s to know.
“With me, you don’t need to live in fear,” Parkinson purrs, and Hermione turns to putty in her hands as she maneuvers herself better over Hermione’s completely naked body, kissing her again, and this time, Hermione tastes herself.
--
I don’t know how some of these fit the requirements, but I assure you, if you count the sentences, they fit the bill ._.