Ganked from...everyone.
"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!"
One sentence? Hah, yeah right...
1) And so here they were, climbing a near-vertical wall of mostly-ice in the middle of the night on one of the tallest mountains on the planet. Had someone a week ago told Ratchet that he’d be doing this, he would have had them carted off to the nearest loony bin. Post-haste.
2) Thundercracker had always been a calm, steadying presence, always the eye of any storm, and if he was content to just sit there and be an island of calm and not have any kind of conversation, then Skywarp was perfectly content with that.
3) Barricade heaved a relieved sigh. He had absolutely no idea what the other Decepticon saw in the noise coming from the satellite radio. But whatever it was that he saw, Barricade was thankful for it; two thousand miles of Frenzy’s near-constant bouncing and clambering and gibberish-spouting and general hyperactivity had threatened to drive Barricade every bit as insane as Frenzy apparently was.
4) The frustration of that interruption combined with the thrill of victorious battle that hadn’t half-way killed Slag this time had created…this. This desperate, ravenous, demanding, duty-shift-interrupting monster.
Annnnnd, all of the following are from my CrackVerse, wherein, among other things, Swoop is a girl. And these are all from different stories in that 'verse, too. No, I am not at all obsessed with it. Not at all. :| Some of these are not actual WIPs and are, in fact, complete but can't be shared yet. *sigh* So:
5) “Don’t flatter yourself, you primitive, half-organic filth,” Megatron snarled.
“Oh, so you brought me all this way so that I can listen to insults I’ve heard a billion times already?” I asked impudently, almost sweetly.
Which, of course, earned me a sharp backhand against my jaw that was forceful enough to make me see stars.
“Insolent child,” Megatron growled distastefully as I fell sideways.
6) "I'm not a delicate flower, Starscream," Swoop announced sharply, looking down her nose at him. "I'm not going to have a nervous breakdown."
"I know that," Starscream answered ruefully.
“And…I trust you,” Swoop added hesitantly. “A little bit,” she quickly qualified when he gave her a look laced with unfeigned shock. “A little, tiny bit,” she added, lifting one hand and demonstratively holding thumb and forefinger maybe a centimeter apart.
7) “OK, so which part didn’t you understand?” Swoop said demandingly then, interrupting Starscream’s momentarily distracted musings. “Was it the ‘get,’ the ‘over,’ or the ‘here’?”
8)Swoop stirred at the sound of raised voices close by, pushing herself wearily up onto her elbows to have a bleary look around.
“Starscream?” she murmured, her voice quiet but rough and threatening toward cracking. She squinted up at him, as if she was having difficulty focusing on him, as if he was miles away rather than a meter away. “You’re here,” she added, dully stating the utterly obvious.
“Of course I am,” he said. “I told you I would be. How are you doing, killer?”
“M’OK,” Swoop mumbled, her eyes only half open. “Hurts, though. Hurts lots.”
One sentence? Hah, yeah right...
1) And so here they were, climbing a near-vertical wall of mostly-ice in the middle of the night on one of the tallest mountains on the planet. Had someone a week ago told Ratchet that he’d be doing this, he would have had them carted off to the nearest loony bin. Post-haste.
2) Thundercracker had always been a calm, steadying presence, always the eye of any storm, and if he was content to just sit there and be an island of calm and not have any kind of conversation, then Skywarp was perfectly content with that.
3) Barricade heaved a relieved sigh. He had absolutely no idea what the other Decepticon saw in the noise coming from the satellite radio. But whatever it was that he saw, Barricade was thankful for it; two thousand miles of Frenzy’s near-constant bouncing and clambering and gibberish-spouting and general hyperactivity had threatened to drive Barricade every bit as insane as Frenzy apparently was.
4) The frustration of that interruption combined with the thrill of victorious battle that hadn’t half-way killed Slag this time had created…this. This desperate, ravenous, demanding, duty-shift-interrupting monster.
Annnnnd, all of the following are from my CrackVerse, wherein, among other things, Swoop is a girl. And these are all from different stories in that 'verse, too. No, I am not at all obsessed with it. Not at all. :| Some of these are not actual WIPs and are, in fact, complete but can't be shared yet. *sigh* So:
5) “Don’t flatter yourself, you primitive, half-organic filth,” Megatron snarled.
“Oh, so you brought me all this way so that I can listen to insults I’ve heard a billion times already?” I asked impudently, almost sweetly.
Which, of course, earned me a sharp backhand against my jaw that was forceful enough to make me see stars.
“Insolent child,” Megatron growled distastefully as I fell sideways.
6) "I'm not a delicate flower, Starscream," Swoop announced sharply, looking down her nose at him. "I'm not going to have a nervous breakdown."
"I know that," Starscream answered ruefully.
“And…I trust you,” Swoop added hesitantly. “A little bit,” she quickly qualified when he gave her a look laced with unfeigned shock. “A little, tiny bit,” she added, lifting one hand and demonstratively holding thumb and forefinger maybe a centimeter apart.
7) “OK, so which part didn’t you understand?” Swoop said demandingly then, interrupting Starscream’s momentarily distracted musings. “Was it the ‘get,’ the ‘over,’ or the ‘here’?”
8)Swoop stirred at the sound of raised voices close by, pushing herself wearily up onto her elbows to have a bleary look around.
“Starscream?” she murmured, her voice quiet but rough and threatening toward cracking. She squinted up at him, as if she was having difficulty focusing on him, as if he was miles away rather than a meter away. “You’re here,” she added, dully stating the utterly obvious.
“Of course I am,” he said. “I told you I would be. How are you doing, killer?”
“M’OK,” Swoop mumbled, her eyes only half open. “Hurts, though. Hurts lots.”