I figure this is a good one to get me motivated again.
The WIP meme: post a single sentence snippet from each WIP you have (or as many as you want to pick). No context, no explanations.
1) The blonde tried to give an encouraging smile to the others but felt it lie falsely on her face, sliding across her lips like too much oil. She placed her hand on the door but did not push - if we do not go in, then perhaps this is just a dream.
2)Jemmy had found a long surcoat that was magicked to insulate against the weather, but he could see that the enchantments were weak and full of holes.He was sorely tempted to fix it, but with more than a dozen fellow students on the expedition undoubtedly someone would notice that his spells did not exactly fit the precise Scathan protocol.
3) It was nearly a year into their fine dance of contented disappointment that Amy made the realization that it was not one-sided.
4)The black lettering on the frosted glass read "Gregory Madsion, Psy.D". Greg thought it should read "Gregory Madison, Ringmaster" instead for all that his office felt like a circus most days.
5) "Pavla always said," she breathed, almost trance-like, "that nothing healed better than a kiss..." Very gently she placed her lips to the cut by his shoulder closest to her. And on the next one. Her tongue traced its way across the gash by his neck and continued downward to the next wound, sucking, nibbling, teasing until at last he gave up a groan.
6) There were 149 steps from the Audience Hall to her chambers, passing 23 windows and 57 tapestries. If the palace chef added three more dishes to his menu, every person on the grounds including the visitors would be able to have a different seven-course meal. Using only 5 strands, she had 72 options for doing the Queen's hair for bed tonight. Only 50 steps more until the sanctuary of her rooms. 49, 48, 47...
7) No wonder that was her mother's wish, Dusa thought languidly. Red and white look so lovely together. Snow White; fairest of them all, with her lips as red as blood...
8) The fact that shoes were necessary on her morning run irritated Gillian, but the underbrush was sharp with fallen sticks and needles and so she clomped along feeling heavy and confined. Mornings back home were touched with sunshine instead of shadows, the air sweet with the scent of wheat and distant greenery.
9) It was never a question of when she had stopped loving him, because she hadn't stopped.
10) “Good. You know I hate it when you cry.” He reached out a ghostly hand and brushed it against her cheek, vainly trying to brush tears and rain from her skin. But when his wispy fingers passed through her face and she felt nothing but a chill, her tears fell in earnest.
11) Once upon a time. That's how these things usually start. Well, once upon a time, I had a mother.
Good thing I didn't start looking at the single-sentence prompts I've got floating everywhere just waiting to be turned into something, those aren't WIPs quite yet! I should finish some other things before I let them out of the cage.