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Holy crap, I have a TON of fic. A TON.
Take a look at EmDash's Post and then look at the first lines of your fics. It's interesting.
“Guys you just stay here. We’ll be back in a bit - don’t worry, you’ll have more fun looking around here than at the mechanics.” Dad ruffled our hair, all in a row from shortest to tallest, while Mom blew us kisses and told us not to get into trouble.
"Albertane"
How long has it been? How long has it been since I left all my friends and family, my life - to figure out what’s going on in my head?
"Always With You"
In darkness, all one can know is what their very soul can tell them.
"Brother Where Art Though"
There are places in the world that only a handful of people can go to without being noticed, yet still feel out of place.
"Chico's"
The hospital chair was hard and painful, but I was numb - or more like dead.
"Crushed World"
Part I: He had gotten away from everyone.
Part II: When Aaron wandered into The Hideaway, he knew something was wrong.
Part III: Checking his watch for the tenth time that night, Aaron slid from his bed; already dressed in jeans, long sleeve shirt, and Dockers.
Part IV: The Café was warm and smelled like Pumpkin Pie.
Part V: It was Aaron’s last day in New York and he felt the longing for it already.
"Hideaway Series"
It was late in the night by the time everyone returned to Alex’s house.
"Hold On"
Fall leaves whirl around my feet… it’s fall and I’m finally home - yet - so far from it.
"In This Place"
First came the light sound of someone breathing, followed by someone’s jittery hand writing across paper.
"Lesson Learned"
It had been something I had wanted to do since I turned eighteen.
"Promise"
It was early morning, light flickering throughout the subway train, and he was making his way to nowhere.
Taking the Subway: "Subway Morning Smoke"
In the East, the sun rose slowly over the horizon.
Taking the Subway: "Glow"
The water flowed over him, warming his cold body.
The Way Home
Everything pulsed with wild, sensual energy.
Trance Dream
It was five in the morning, Willow stared at the red light as she and Dawn sat silently in the truck.
Summer of Letters
Lost Poetry: Part I: The shadow of the man before her waved. "Evenin', Little Bit."
Lost Poetry: Part II: When Buffy returned home, late in the night, Dawn was already gone.
Lost Poetry: Part III: Willow is coming home today and it feels like we haven't seen her in years.
Lost Poetry: Part IV: Buffy had no idea what had gone on at home that night.
Lost Poetry: Part V: It had been a quiet week in their world.
Lost Poetry: Part VI: "What?" Everyone turned to find Dawn standing in the doorway to the kitchen.
Lost Poetry: Part VII: Midnight looked so pretty, even with tears blurring it.
The mall was well lit, despite the power outage.
Friends Among Thieves
The end is never like what you expect it to be.
Gift
Spike was sitting in the doorway of Dawn’s room again tonight.
Masquerade
Dawn had been waiting for this moment for a long time.
Still the Key
Bam fell asleep on the couch.
House on the Rock
“Velma, hey Velms.” The girl felt a nudge to her shoulder as she came to. “Hungry?”
Our Own British Comedy
In the heart of the Khong mansion, Murdoc sat up from his place in the instrument room, and ran a hand through his hair to calm his nerves. “That’s it. Let’s call it a night and get into some trouble.”
Tuck You In
The golden glow reflecting off the wheat and the white heat of the setting sun caused the short skinny figure on the balcony of Kiamo Ko to almost fade away in the haze.
Memory
She knew it was going to be a long day when she got up that morning to find her abdomen wanting to collapse in on its self.
Pain
Shaggy had been gone too long.
Ghost
Alpha Wolves Series:
Girls Aren’t Pets: Brigitte. The beast resting contently on the dirt floor of the basement opened its eyes as if the voice and the name combined woke a part of its mind.
Alpha Wolves: The café was bright.
Burning Babylon: Sam. He knew that voice.
Chasing Cars: Cotton over scarred skin invaded the icy bed of a motel room. “Brig?”
Arcadia. The name brings up picked fences, quaint Victorian houses, good schools, white wash churches, historic graveyards, and tradition.
Intrument of God
You are the scars of your life, or so Adam says.
I Am
Arcadia in the Spring was like a slow warm breeze rustling through white blossoms.
Paint It Black
Grace didn’t tell him, but she liked Adam’s drawings.
Portrait of a Girl
Luke called her a loose wire; an electric ribbon curled up amongst computer parts, waiting for the day something needed her.
Rebirth
Looking out over Arcadia, one could see how normal it all seemed.
Windowsill
It was nearly midnight when Orlando found Liv standing at his door.
Cormacolindor
Early in the winter, the Shire was covered in a foot of snow, the wind made cheeks rosy, and the hearth was always warm.
Elanor and the Wolf of Gondor
A tear woke him.
Far From Home
There were many reasons why Dominic had connected with the ocean.
Mother Ocean
Sean stared at the car in front of him.
Traffic Jams
Dominic watched them from the dimly lit doorway.
Your Song
“…we would have to clear out the guest room, but God, Gabrielle, you can sleep whenever.” Kathleen held her old roommate close, not noticing that a few of the new maids were staring.
Auntie G
Claire reminded Charlie of a tattoo he had once seen when he was on tour in Germany.
Chasing the Moon
There’s a ledge that overlooks the drop off leading down to the roads that lead to the town below.
Falling Star
They had reached a space station in half the time it took them to lose all of 37 people.
Cosmic Castaway
December snow covered the Ritter estate and the town of Rittersberg.
Holy Sunlight, Mystery Moonlight
Waking up from stasis is like reliving the worst pub-crawl of your life.
Home
Stepping back onto the SeaQuest, the crew greeted Lucas; the only people whom he could ever call family.
I'll Try
Light footsteps could be heard coming toward Tony’s small place beside the ocean.
Merman
“Mele Kalikimaka!” Nine years ago, this would have been a madhouse. Wendy Jookiba twisted his wedding ring anxiously, watching the room full of humans and aliens alike from the kitchen doorway.
Never Leave [version 1]
For once, that week, the house was quiet.
Never Leave [version 2]
Jack. Wake up. A voice shook him, his eyes opening to the blurry reflections of a memory.
Nothing is More Precious
The moonlight was strong on the deck as The Dauntless passed through the ocean, the mist’s long arm already leading them in the right direction.
Peas In A Pod
The bus to Illinois was quiet and barely occupied.
Serendipity
It was July in Prague, the sort of time Lara would have loved to visit on vacation.
Solid Ground
“Oh Wendy!” the girls squealed gleefully, like fairy children, she thought. “What happened to Peter Pan? Did he come back and marry the girl?”
The Secret Kiss
It had been late when they arrived, the TARDIS sending them back the way she had asked the TARDIS to go.
Together
Tony’s body was smooth and toned, proof that he spent as much time in the water as he could.
Underneath
Alone in a hotel room in New York, watching the rain fall hard onto the restless city, Ewan sat up in his bed.
Velvet Ballad
It was strange being in a hospital that looked completely normal compared to what it had been only so many hours before.
Be Good
In between midnight and the early hours of Sunday morning, the sight of a motel was the only thing Patrick could really register in his groggy haze.
Fire In the Storm
It was early, earlier than it should have been for the fog to roll in.
Fog Time
Down Bachman road, towards the campgrounds and local motels of Silent Hill, the old Gillespie house stood, rebuilt and welcoming in its place across the ashy remains of its predecessor.
Rebuilding Memories
The Cheryl & Douglas Drabbles
Part One: Sunlight: The sun.
Part Two: Resurrection: It was early, she knew that much.
Part Three: Landlord Diaries: I paid a visit to Apartment #102 this morning to check up on Miss Mason.
Part Four: Sketchbook: “I never knew you could draw.” Douglas said from his spot over Heather’s shoulder.
Part Five: Good Morning, Valtiel: Douglas Crevant blinked from his spot in Heather's apartment.
Jubilee smelled like hand soap, candy, and burning wood.
Best of You
“How the hell did you get that?” Angelo Espinosa asked as he chewed on the end of his first morning cigarette.
Blue Moped
They weren’t expecting this, especially now, especially since they hadn’t heard from her since she joined up with Sean.
Brief Returns
State your name.
Codename: Jubilation
It was cold in the guest hallway of the Xavier mansion.
Cold
White flakes of December snow fell on a pale Asian girl’s face as she looked up toward the sky, tongue out and eyes closed
December Snow
Paige knew Jubilee was home by the sudden smell of fried food and sweat.
Fried Rice
“So girls, this is your room.” Jean parted the heavy white curtains and opened the windows to let in the crisp autumn air.
The Color Pink
“So yer sure these won’t reach Emma’s garden? She’s tending her roses today.” Sean swung the club and sent the golf ball soaring through the biosphere.
This Isn’t Bonding
You always expect them to show.
Forgettable
“Hey Jubes, when’s your birthday?” Paige scribbled a few notes on her new calendar as Jubilee unloaded her bags from her stay at Xavier’s.
Birthdays
“I’m not wearing that.” Jubilee slid her sunglasses over her face and threatened to turn the rubber mask and her new uniform into a pile of goo.
Change of Uniform
In the late days of April, the outer reaches of New York State were a muggy warm from a cold winter and wet spring.
Home From War
“Hey! Tin can! You know what happens when you hold onto a firecracker too long?” Jubilee’s blue eyes narrowed as her hands emitted a rainbow of large plasmoids that began to surround her body.
Independence Day
It was summer vacation, and some town nestled in the Berkshires was holding their annual carnival.
Kiss
It was late on a summer afternoon, he mused, the dusk colored sun shining through the single window of the laundry room.
Laundry Day
Gabe took in a deep breath of white and leaned over to take Patrick’s loose hoodie and pull him into a kiss.
Cocoon
Jennifer remembers the day Gregory died clearer than anything that had ever happened to her before.
Deathbed
It had been one thing after another since tour ended.
River
Sometimes, Jennifer realized she felt more comfortable with the boys.
Knight
Gabe woke up early for once in so many days.
Pleasant Memory
Hans Voralberg was dead, and Kate could still hear the song of the mammoth drifting from Syberia as she lay frozen in her cot of wood and bone.
Kate of Syberia
Take a look at EmDash's Post and then look at the first lines of your fics. It's interesting.
“Guys you just stay here. We’ll be back in a bit - don’t worry, you’ll have more fun looking around here than at the mechanics.” Dad ruffled our hair, all in a row from shortest to tallest, while Mom blew us kisses and told us not to get into trouble.
"Albertane"
How long has it been? How long has it been since I left all my friends and family, my life - to figure out what’s going on in my head?
"Always With You"
In darkness, all one can know is what their very soul can tell them.
"Brother Where Art Though"
There are places in the world that only a handful of people can go to without being noticed, yet still feel out of place.
"Chico's"
The hospital chair was hard and painful, but I was numb - or more like dead.
"Crushed World"
Part I: He had gotten away from everyone.
Part II: When Aaron wandered into The Hideaway, he knew something was wrong.
Part III: Checking his watch for the tenth time that night, Aaron slid from his bed; already dressed in jeans, long sleeve shirt, and Dockers.
Part IV: The Café was warm and smelled like Pumpkin Pie.
Part V: It was Aaron’s last day in New York and he felt the longing for it already.
"Hideaway Series"
It was late in the night by the time everyone returned to Alex’s house.
"Hold On"
Fall leaves whirl around my feet… it’s fall and I’m finally home - yet - so far from it.
"In This Place"
First came the light sound of someone breathing, followed by someone’s jittery hand writing across paper.
"Lesson Learned"
It had been something I had wanted to do since I turned eighteen.
"Promise"
It was early morning, light flickering throughout the subway train, and he was making his way to nowhere.
Taking the Subway: "Subway Morning Smoke"
In the East, the sun rose slowly over the horizon.
Taking the Subway: "Glow"
The water flowed over him, warming his cold body.
The Way Home
Everything pulsed with wild, sensual energy.
Trance Dream
It was five in the morning, Willow stared at the red light as she and Dawn sat silently in the truck.
Summer of Letters
Lost Poetry: Part I: The shadow of the man before her waved. "Evenin', Little Bit."
Lost Poetry: Part II: When Buffy returned home, late in the night, Dawn was already gone.
Lost Poetry: Part III: Willow is coming home today and it feels like we haven't seen her in years.
Lost Poetry: Part IV: Buffy had no idea what had gone on at home that night.
Lost Poetry: Part V: It had been a quiet week in their world.
Lost Poetry: Part VI: "What?" Everyone turned to find Dawn standing in the doorway to the kitchen.
Lost Poetry: Part VII: Midnight looked so pretty, even with tears blurring it.
The mall was well lit, despite the power outage.
Friends Among Thieves
The end is never like what you expect it to be.
Gift
Spike was sitting in the doorway of Dawn’s room again tonight.
Masquerade
Dawn had been waiting for this moment for a long time.
Still the Key
Bam fell asleep on the couch.
House on the Rock
“Velma, hey Velms.” The girl felt a nudge to her shoulder as she came to. “Hungry?”
Our Own British Comedy
In the heart of the Khong mansion, Murdoc sat up from his place in the instrument room, and ran a hand through his hair to calm his nerves. “That’s it. Let’s call it a night and get into some trouble.”
Tuck You In
The golden glow reflecting off the wheat and the white heat of the setting sun caused the short skinny figure on the balcony of Kiamo Ko to almost fade away in the haze.
Memory
She knew it was going to be a long day when she got up that morning to find her abdomen wanting to collapse in on its self.
Pain
Shaggy had been gone too long.
Ghost
Alpha Wolves Series:
Girls Aren’t Pets: Brigitte. The beast resting contently on the dirt floor of the basement opened its eyes as if the voice and the name combined woke a part of its mind.
Alpha Wolves: The café was bright.
Burning Babylon: Sam. He knew that voice.
Chasing Cars: Cotton over scarred skin invaded the icy bed of a motel room. “Brig?”
Arcadia. The name brings up picked fences, quaint Victorian houses, good schools, white wash churches, historic graveyards, and tradition.
Intrument of God
You are the scars of your life, or so Adam says.
I Am
Arcadia in the Spring was like a slow warm breeze rustling through white blossoms.
Paint It Black
Grace didn’t tell him, but she liked Adam’s drawings.
Portrait of a Girl
Luke called her a loose wire; an electric ribbon curled up amongst computer parts, waiting for the day something needed her.
Rebirth
Looking out over Arcadia, one could see how normal it all seemed.
Windowsill
It was nearly midnight when Orlando found Liv standing at his door.
Cormacolindor
Early in the winter, the Shire was covered in a foot of snow, the wind made cheeks rosy, and the hearth was always warm.
Elanor and the Wolf of Gondor
A tear woke him.
Far From Home
There were many reasons why Dominic had connected with the ocean.
Mother Ocean
Sean stared at the car in front of him.
Traffic Jams
Dominic watched them from the dimly lit doorway.
Your Song
“…we would have to clear out the guest room, but God, Gabrielle, you can sleep whenever.” Kathleen held her old roommate close, not noticing that a few of the new maids were staring.
Auntie G
Claire reminded Charlie of a tattoo he had once seen when he was on tour in Germany.
Chasing the Moon
There’s a ledge that overlooks the drop off leading down to the roads that lead to the town below.
Falling Star
They had reached a space station in half the time it took them to lose all of 37 people.
Cosmic Castaway
December snow covered the Ritter estate and the town of Rittersberg.
Holy Sunlight, Mystery Moonlight
Waking up from stasis is like reliving the worst pub-crawl of your life.
Home
Stepping back onto the SeaQuest, the crew greeted Lucas; the only people whom he could ever call family.
I'll Try
Light footsteps could be heard coming toward Tony’s small place beside the ocean.
Merman
“Mele Kalikimaka!” Nine years ago, this would have been a madhouse. Wendy Jookiba twisted his wedding ring anxiously, watching the room full of humans and aliens alike from the kitchen doorway.
Never Leave [version 1]
For once, that week, the house was quiet.
Never Leave [version 2]
Jack. Wake up. A voice shook him, his eyes opening to the blurry reflections of a memory.
Nothing is More Precious
The moonlight was strong on the deck as The Dauntless passed through the ocean, the mist’s long arm already leading them in the right direction.
Peas In A Pod
The bus to Illinois was quiet and barely occupied.
Serendipity
It was July in Prague, the sort of time Lara would have loved to visit on vacation.
Solid Ground
“Oh Wendy!” the girls squealed gleefully, like fairy children, she thought. “What happened to Peter Pan? Did he come back and marry the girl?”
The Secret Kiss
It had been late when they arrived, the TARDIS sending them back the way she had asked the TARDIS to go.
Together
Tony’s body was smooth and toned, proof that he spent as much time in the water as he could.
Underneath
Alone in a hotel room in New York, watching the rain fall hard onto the restless city, Ewan sat up in his bed.
Velvet Ballad
It was strange being in a hospital that looked completely normal compared to what it had been only so many hours before.
Be Good
In between midnight and the early hours of Sunday morning, the sight of a motel was the only thing Patrick could really register in his groggy haze.
Fire In the Storm
It was early, earlier than it should have been for the fog to roll in.
Fog Time
Down Bachman road, towards the campgrounds and local motels of Silent Hill, the old Gillespie house stood, rebuilt and welcoming in its place across the ashy remains of its predecessor.
Rebuilding Memories
The Cheryl & Douglas Drabbles
Part One: Sunlight: The sun.
Part Two: Resurrection: It was early, she knew that much.
Part Three: Landlord Diaries: I paid a visit to Apartment #102 this morning to check up on Miss Mason.
Part Four: Sketchbook: “I never knew you could draw.” Douglas said from his spot over Heather’s shoulder.
Part Five: Good Morning, Valtiel: Douglas Crevant blinked from his spot in Heather's apartment.
Jubilee smelled like hand soap, candy, and burning wood.
Best of You
“How the hell did you get that?” Angelo Espinosa asked as he chewed on the end of his first morning cigarette.
Blue Moped
They weren’t expecting this, especially now, especially since they hadn’t heard from her since she joined up with Sean.
Brief Returns
State your name.
Codename: Jubilation
It was cold in the guest hallway of the Xavier mansion.
Cold
White flakes of December snow fell on a pale Asian girl’s face as she looked up toward the sky, tongue out and eyes closed
December Snow
Paige knew Jubilee was home by the sudden smell of fried food and sweat.
Fried Rice
“So girls, this is your room.” Jean parted the heavy white curtains and opened the windows to let in the crisp autumn air.
The Color Pink
“So yer sure these won’t reach Emma’s garden? She’s tending her roses today.” Sean swung the club and sent the golf ball soaring through the biosphere.
This Isn’t Bonding
You always expect them to show.
Forgettable
“Hey Jubes, when’s your birthday?” Paige scribbled a few notes on her new calendar as Jubilee unloaded her bags from her stay at Xavier’s.
Birthdays
“I’m not wearing that.” Jubilee slid her sunglasses over her face and threatened to turn the rubber mask and her new uniform into a pile of goo.
Change of Uniform
In the late days of April, the outer reaches of New York State were a muggy warm from a cold winter and wet spring.
Home From War
“Hey! Tin can! You know what happens when you hold onto a firecracker too long?” Jubilee’s blue eyes narrowed as her hands emitted a rainbow of large plasmoids that began to surround her body.
Independence Day
It was summer vacation, and some town nestled in the Berkshires was holding their annual carnival.
Kiss
It was late on a summer afternoon, he mused, the dusk colored sun shining through the single window of the laundry room.
Laundry Day
Gabe took in a deep breath of white and leaned over to take Patrick’s loose hoodie and pull him into a kiss.
Cocoon
Jennifer remembers the day Gregory died clearer than anything that had ever happened to her before.
Deathbed
It had been one thing after another since tour ended.
River
Sometimes, Jennifer realized she felt more comfortable with the boys.
Knight
Gabe woke up early for once in so many days.
Pleasant Memory
Hans Voralberg was dead, and Kate could still hear the song of the mammoth drifting from Syberia as she lay frozen in her cot of wood and bone.
Kate of Syberia