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auntmo's journal, I am foolishingPost the first sentence (or three) from every WIP you're currently working on, even if it's very short. Then invite people to ask questions about your WIPs. With any luck, you'll get talking about writing, and the motivation to take that WIP one step closer to completion will appear as if by magic!
Premable: This long list is not to brag (I promise) but more an evidenciary plea - this is my brain. I cannot stop it. I hate it at times. But honestly, it's a fun place :) current WIPs being posted are not included.
#1
If this were any other tale, or our protagonist anyone else (or our narrator so inclined), the readers would now be directed to the 14th floor of the previously mentioned unusual building, more particularly, the living quarters, to the lone solitary figure standing, staring forlornly out of the floor to ceiling windows at the picturesque cityscape and/or starry night sky. In fact, such a solitary view could be rewritten to include a dramatic thunderstorm drenching the city, or a soft, soaking rain washing away the dirt and sin of the past or a star-ridden sky the likes of which are only ever seen in the middle of Death Valley on a cloudless night during a metero shower.
#2
It was the stench mostly that clued him in that someone was alive down there, or had been alive in the last couple of hours. There was just that certain something, a ‘bouquet’ if you will, of fresh urine versus the fetid accumulation of months and years. George chose not to dwell on just why or how he had developed such a nose for excrement, and the time elapsed between expulsion and inhalation. Life skills are what they are.
#3
You know how sometimes, when walking into a conversation between two friends and they are really going at it, arguing or maybe just debating, and you have no idea what the conversation is about and they turn to you and ask for your opinion?
Well, leaping is nothing and everything like. Sometimes, you step into a body and they’re mid sentence or mid-argument or mid-desperate plea. And voila – you are suddenly them and... no clue whatsoever as to what is going on.
#4
The base outside Kandahar was quiet. It was late, and Steve should have hit the rack by now but instead he was still sitting in Paulie’s makeshift bar. There was an official mess a few blocks down with some fairly decent chow, but most of the Ops Teams hung out around Paulie’s.
#5
Something was protesting, a metallic screech of duress and pressure exerted to buckling point. It was a scary scary sound when you knew all that awaited you outside was the cold, merciless vacuum of deep space. Jim clutched his head and groaned the moment the sound stopped and the world settled back into a horizontal plane he could understand. Sitting up was an exercise of selfwill versus massive vertigo slash nausea.
#6
Sheppard screamed as the long chitinous pincer pierced his leg through the narrow opening in the tree trunk. The damn bug was far too big itself to follow him through the hole, but it still had that multitude of long segmented legs, each one as sharp as a knife. A dozen knives to stick through holes and gaps, trying to impale him.
#7
A steady vibration of plastic on wood broke the dimly lit silence, the cellphone beginning a slow revolution off the bedside table and was stopped by a fumbling grasp. Squinting at the overly bright display, groaning as the opening overture of a hangover rumbled to life, Dean glared at the blurry name and time before thumbing the call.
#8
Of all the places in which to engage in an indepth study and comparison of the all time great ‘prison break’ movies, a 3 by 4 bamboo cage, which Parish would probably say was not related to Bamboo but sure as hell looked like bamboo, in the middle of a camp of over-amped, over-excited and over-paranoid natives was probably the best.
#9
John sounded... stressed.
The field bandage pressed against her eyes felt weighty and oppressive, the dull scratch of gauze and material against her skin a paltry irritation compared to the raw, scream of agony that were her eyes. The pain came in waves, surges of red fire that left her crying hot agonising tears, leaving the material wet and clammy.
Teyla, Teyla, stop, stop... don’t touch! Wait...
#10
It was a bright, sunny morning on Atlantis. The type of morning that was ripe with possibility and potential, the early riser greeted with smells of don’t-ask-bacon and fresh Illovian bread. A good morning…. For trouble. This was especially true for Dr Rodney McKay, who was both tired and irritable for two very good, very rational reasons. The classic Dr. Who marathon that Xeno-botany had sponsored last night was foremost and top of the list of reasons.
#11
Dean heard the growl first, a rumble that echoed through the room. “Hell,” he cursed, not needing to turn around, knowing exactly where it had come from. Sam did though, twisting on his heel, his eyes wide, frame tense, ready for action.
“What was that?”
“Trouble,” Dean replied, patting down his vest, wondering if he had any silver on him. He didn’t. “Sam, you got any silver, not a knife...”
#12
The locater spell left him shaken, fingers trembling, breathing tight. There had a been a time once, when this level of spell would have barely troubled him, where the words and motions would have been easy and familiar. Not so now, after just over four years of basic wards and without a spell book, even this once memorised spell had been almost beyond him.
Before that, four years ago, both Dean and Dad had looked to him first for such spell work, trusting in his abilities and experience in more complex spells, both of them preferring battle magic and working spells, over the longer more onerous spells.
#13
The tug on the tether was expected, if not anticipated, but it felt off, not impatient and demanding, as usual. Obedient, Sheppard dropped off his perch, wings opening wide, slowing his fall, dropping into shadow. The Spina shivered again as he fell, and Sheppard twisted to avoid a suddenly ‘there’ branch, flaring his wings to slow further, gain a little height before dropping below the cluster of brittle leaves and branches. Once clear, the drop was fast and controlled, the long, smooth trunk of the tree streaming past in the blur.
#14
Castiel did not find Dean where he was supposed to be. This wasn’t in and of itself surprising, as the last two times Castiel had sought out Dean Winchester, he had found him in John Bonham’s heaven and then visiting with Mrs Violet Candolsol, a rather large and friendly baker who had plied them both her with decadent apple pie.
#15
Cam decided to call the Cat, Magic.
#16
Queen Elizabeth watched her fields burn. The blaze was not visible, but the smoke was, rising up like a herald of war. The gold dragon had been thorough. His ire - understandable.
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Cat!John is Magic...literally.
Dean is in pie heaven...literally!
ROFL!
Leaping!
More thoughts....but too hard on the phone :D
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Magic :)
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#2 Life skills are what they are Whatever this fic is,that phrase is going to stay with me, especially given some of the things I can or have had to pull of in my line of work :D
#14...pie heaven....
#15 Magic cat....
#10...Rodney and Dr Who...something that he could bond with Sheldon Cooper over... because they would have all of the requisite Batman vs Superman, Star Wars vs Star Trek arguments (and it would get physical)...well, maybe they would agree on Firefly...
#14...pie heaven....
#13..wings as in SGA AU you have been working on?
#16..is this a sequel to the SGA dragon fic I haven't finished reading yet?
#3- We will figure out a way for Sam Beckett to not get shot by Dean or anyone else...ooh, my mind is already spinning. *runs off to write down ideas*
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And yes, that line is very true for a lot of profressions :)
#14 Well, you wanted to know what kind of Heaven Dean would have at the end my Medium/SPN fic, Reprieve. This is the sequel.
#15 :)
#10 I think they could probably also have a Babylon 5 argument and a mild true over Farscape. But that's about it ;)
#13 Yes. My epic
#16 Yes :)
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Although I am also curious where #1 is going!
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#1 is an AU on the SPN third season that I have been toying with for years, hacking at in on and off througout. It's totally Kripked and completely AU, but still an idea I's like to explore.
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#1 - very intriguing. Kinda obvious, but I have to wonder who is it who's standing there? What are they thinking about? Kind of makes me think of a finale where all sorts of events have led to the person where they are. An (almost) ending rather than a beginning maybe?
#3 - I really like the leaping aspect. For some reason it makes me think of cat!John (John!cat?) and maybe that's how he wound up in the body he's in. Meh... I'm probably way off to left field. Great start that you could use for almost any fandom.
#10 I loved the crossovers you did with SGA and BBT and, to my twisted mind, I can just see Leonard and Sheldon at the Dr. Who marathon and driving Rodney crazy, and then Sheldon trying to make something, to prove some science point, that goes horribly/laughably wrong.
#12 Yay magic! No thoughts, just - yay! magic! lol!
#13 Yay wings! see above :D
#14 OMG classic rock and pie heaven!! Gotta wonder how Dean got there and where Sam is.
#15 Love cat!John! ...just needed to be said :)
#16 Hmmm.... like this. Kind of makes me think that Elizabeth, though not unsympathetic to the reasons for the burning, is thinking up some sort of retribution.
Anyway, not so much questions as random thoughts. Feel free to send me a message if you need somebody to bounce ideas off of :)
*cracks knuckles for response*
#3 Its not Cat!John but an actual Quantum Leap/SPN crossover. Its terminally stalled (with renewed hope) because I can't seem to get Sam Beckett into an SPN scene without Dean shooting him :)
#10 Oh, oh so close. Rodney is grumpy for a different reason but I think turning this one into a BBT crossover would be marvelous!! *ponders*
#12 weird, weird AU that I keep rewriting and changing my mind on. Who knows if I'll ever peg it down.
#13 My epic. My Wings!Shep epic. Gah - this fic will be the death of me. I refuse to post anything before its completed and at this rate - it'll never be finished :(
#14 This is one is the sequel to the Medium/SPN crossover Reprieve :)
#15 - no need say it. Love him too :)
#16 Oh Elizabeth is plotting, very very definitely :)
I will definitely take you up on that!
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I wonder about what life skills I'm accumulating at times.
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Its a sad sad thing - if I leave a WIP too long I tend to lose interest. Sad :(
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:( That's very sad. :(