Writing Meme
Okay, this one looks interesting; I'm not real sure how mine will turn out...
The first lines of the last 25 fics I've written, from most recent to oldest:
Believing they had tracked down where Adam's text message to Shalimar had been sent from, the Mutant X team had found the Dominion installation in eastern Nevada.
Nicky ran.
Shalimar exploded through the window, the point of one elbow and her other forearm smashing the glass out of her way as she dove through it.
A few days after their little adventure with GSAgent Feldspar, Lexa came to a decision.
Chris groaned.
The next day, Eve was still worried.
The new Double Helix streaked westwards across the country, cloaked from both sight and radar.
Having lost or defeated all of the Dominion guards pursuing them, the four remaining members of Mutant X regrouped outside the Dominion installation, catching their breath as they watched the detonation Adam had triggered destroy it.
Lance grinned as his doorbell rang, hurrying to the foyer to let the first of his guests inside.
"This? Is totally insane," Josef declared for the third time in half an hour.
Curled up in his doggie-bed, Jackson had been napping with his head resting on his forepaws.
My life used to be normal.
JC's alarm went off distressingly early, as usual.
Deep in the darkest Romany forests, near the foothills of the Sylvania Mountains, is the land the gypsy Gressili came from.
"Bingle Jells, Bingle Jells..." Chris muttered under his breath, in tune, as they made their way to their seats.
"Dude, I'm here..." Chris called out as he let himself into JC's studio loft.
Justin sighed.
Sweating. It had been another long day.
“I’m gonna get you!”
Justin was gone again.
Chris groaned into his pillow in annoyance and swatted at his blaring alarm clock. (this one's still a WIP, oops.)
The full moon lit the cloudless night rather well, even with the city-wide blackout.
JC was twitching in his sleep.
Alanis was having a most satisfactory visit to Rome and the Vatican.
An hour and a half after sunset, the dusky-blue BMW Z4 pulled up outside the monolithic old mansion's gate.
Well, that was pretty funky. And WOW, my last 25 stories almost got me back to 2005? It feels like I've written more than that, but I guess not. (I'm counting both Super!sync stories as one story each; if I'd counted their individual chapters, they would have made up most of the list!) And wheeeee, wastinglotsoftime. I'll wander off and do something else not!productive now, oops. ;D
The first lines of the last 25 fics I've written, from most recent to oldest:
Believing they had tracked down where Adam's text message to Shalimar had been sent from, the Mutant X team had found the Dominion installation in eastern Nevada.
Nicky ran.
Shalimar exploded through the window, the point of one elbow and her other forearm smashing the glass out of her way as she dove through it.
A few days after their little adventure with GSAgent Feldspar, Lexa came to a decision.
Chris groaned.
The next day, Eve was still worried.
The new Double Helix streaked westwards across the country, cloaked from both sight and radar.
Having lost or defeated all of the Dominion guards pursuing them, the four remaining members of Mutant X regrouped outside the Dominion installation, catching their breath as they watched the detonation Adam had triggered destroy it.
Lance grinned as his doorbell rang, hurrying to the foyer to let the first of his guests inside.
"This? Is totally insane," Josef declared for the third time in half an hour.
Curled up in his doggie-bed, Jackson had been napping with his head resting on his forepaws.
My life used to be normal.
JC's alarm went off distressingly early, as usual.
Deep in the darkest Romany forests, near the foothills of the Sylvania Mountains, is the land the gypsy Gressili came from.
"Bingle Jells, Bingle Jells..." Chris muttered under his breath, in tune, as they made their way to their seats.
"Dude, I'm here..." Chris called out as he let himself into JC's studio loft.
Justin sighed.
Sweating. It had been another long day.
“I’m gonna get you!”
Justin was gone again.
Chris groaned into his pillow in annoyance and swatted at his blaring alarm clock. (this one's still a WIP, oops.)
The full moon lit the cloudless night rather well, even with the city-wide blackout.
JC was twitching in his sleep.
Alanis was having a most satisfactory visit to Rome and the Vatican.
An hour and a half after sunset, the dusky-blue BMW Z4 pulled up outside the monolithic old mansion's gate.
Well, that was pretty funky. And WOW, my last 25 stories almost got me back to 2005? It feels like I've written more than that, but I guess not. (I'm counting both Super!sync stories as one story each; if I'd counted their individual chapters, they would have made up most of the list!) And wheeeee, wastinglotsoftime. I'll wander off and do something else not!productive now, oops. ;D