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Writing Meme seen a couple of places...
It's like a wee!remix. Feel free to either post in comments or post on your own journal but don't forget to link! Multifandom... !
Dean is fourteen and Sammy ten when he hears his little brother crying in the bathroom.
They’d been fighting for what felt like weeks.
The Jumper was in a flat spin and John, slumped sideways, was bleeding out.
Dean woke to a little boy curled into his stomach.
"I never thanked you.”
“Huh.”
He had watched the great steam powered Tantou slice through the sky and had thought, I wish to fly too.
Dean had stopped answering the phone four months after he left.
“How many times do I have to say it, I’m not doing your personnel spreadsheets for you,” Lorne said as a figure appeared in his office doorway
Her editor, Brutus, is looking at her with a raised eyebrow.
She calls him Soldier Boy and he says to stop it and she says she likes the sibilance of the SB sound and it’s either that or son of a bitch.
Sisters, Dean thinks. Fuckin’ typical.
Some people that live within the walls of the floating city, think of Atlantis as a living being.
Sam fumbles the phone off her nightstand when it shrills to life at two in the morning and puts it to her ear, rolling onto her back.
The local movie cinema is a dive, but owned by a friend of Jensen’s named Buddy.
“I just… didn’t want you to feel bad. You don’t have to come…”
I post the first lines to some of my stories and your mission, should you choose to accept, is to write drabbles or ficlets or, heck, haiku, whatever you like, using those first lines. You can change the names and fandom.
It's like a wee!remix. Feel free to either post in comments or post on your own journal but don't forget to link! Multifandom... !
Dean is fourteen and Sammy ten when he hears his little brother crying in the bathroom.
They’d been fighting for what felt like weeks.
The Jumper was in a flat spin and John, slumped sideways, was bleeding out.
Dean woke to a little boy curled into his stomach.
"I never thanked you.”
“Huh.”
He had watched the great steam powered Tantou slice through the sky and had thought, I wish to fly too.
Dean had stopped answering the phone four months after he left.
“How many times do I have to say it, I’m not doing your personnel spreadsheets for you,” Lorne said as a figure appeared in his office doorway
Her editor, Brutus, is looking at her with a raised eyebrow.
She calls him Soldier Boy and he says to stop it and she says she likes the sibilance of the SB sound and it’s either that or son of a bitch.
Sisters, Dean thinks. Fuckin’ typical.
Some people that live within the walls of the floating city, think of Atlantis as a living being.
Sam fumbles the phone off her nightstand when it shrills to life at two in the morning and puts it to her ear, rolling onto her back.
The local movie cinema is a dive, but owned by a friend of Jensen’s named Buddy.
“I just… didn’t want you to feel bad. You don’t have to come…”