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hiritai"Post a single sentence from each WIP you have (or as many as you want to pick). No context, no explanations. No more than one sentence!"
I'm cheating too. Posting paragraphs instead of sentences. =]
Here you go, have some writings:
1) The Blood Moon was high in the sky, & the Sun Star was shining brightly. As brightly as it ever did, anyway. Which was never much. Just enough to warrant bragging rights for being the brightest pinpoint of light in the endless black sky. But the Blood Moon seemed to give off more light than the dwarf star could ever again hope to. It cast an odd red tint on The City of Desolation, managing even to draw shadows. A rarity in a world where everything was already always cast in shadows.
2) When it started, we all knew something was happening. It was just that none of us had any idea what. & the only thing I can think is that this is all just a bad dream. I watched too many sci-fi movies before bed & I must’ve eaten something that’s sending my brain funky signals & the result is this messed up dream. This just can’t be real. There’s no way. But, I haven’t woken up yet… & that’s what scares me the most.
3) Everything has gone wrong today. Nothing was supposed to turn out like this. It was just supposed to be a normal day like any other, but then all this happened. & now I’m stuck, alone in the middle of the woods, going crazy while the world melts & bubbles away around me. Pretty soon I’ll crack, I’m sure. I’ll start screaming because I’ll run out of gas & the battery will die & the only thing keeping me sane right now is the music pumping from my speakers.
4) White. It was all white. Everything was white. The white tiled floors, the white painted walls, the white ceilings with the white fluorescent lights. The white metal chairs & the white tables with the white plastic tops. The nurses with their white dresses, the doctors with their white jackets, & the many patients with their blank white robes & little white slippers. Even the windows were white, covered with crisscrossed chains that were coated thickly with a plastic-y white paint. & everything outside was the same. Covered in white, everything covered in white. White was even falling from the grayish white sky. But white was good. There were no shadows in the whiteness. No places for monsters to hide. White was open, pure & true. White was comfort, white was safety. Most of the time, anyway.
5) “Where do your loyalties lie?” Everard inquiringly demanded of the stranger, his hand straying to the hilt of his sword where it rested in its sheath. The stranger just looked bemused, a hint of a smile playing at his lips as his own hand idly pet the large white rat that rested on his lap.
“Oh, with Cyneburge, of course.” He answered Everard calmly, polite as ever.
“So then, you are our enemy.” Abel said as more of a statement than a question, his baselard already drawn in anticipation of a fight.
“Oh no, no, no.” The stranger answered quickly, long dark beige hair wiping across his face as his head shook back & forth. “Of course not.”
“But you are of Cyneburge, you must be our enemy!” Everard declared, hand tightening around the hilt of his sword. Tristen glanced nervously at his brother, hoping he wouldn’t do anything rash. The stranger arched a single brow above cinnamon colored eyes.
“I said I was loyal to Cyneburge, not to The King.” The man answered smoothly.
“But that’s absurd!” Everard insisted angrily. “How can you be loyal to your kingdom, but not to your king?” To this the stranger simply chuckled & smiled.
“Well it’s not the land’s fault that that poor excuse of a being is the king, now is it?” He asked with a mysterious sparkle in his eyes. “ I’m loyal to the /land/ of Cyneburge, not to whatever pathetic fool claims he rules it.”
I have more documents than that, but alot of them either a) don't have anything in them that's post worthy, b) I don't feel comfortable posting something from them, or c) both a & b.
& I have a few things on my aunt's laptop that I've written, but, seeing as I'm at my own house atm, I don't have said laptop to get to said documents. But I'm going down to her house tomorrow... So if I feel like it I might update this with some more stuff then.
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Not that anyone has commented to let me know if they give a shit about this or not, but I'm adding a few more paragraphs from a couple of the other documents I have on my aunt's laptop.
6) So, I really only had one thing left I could do. Right? Well... It was the only idea that came to my mind, & as soon as it was there I couldn't get it out. So I quickly kicked off my pj pants & pulled on the pair of jeans I'd worn earlier that day & were still clean, pulled a hoodie over the plain tank top I'd worn with my pj pants, shoved my still-sock-wearing feat into my black sneakers & made my way towards the door of my bedroom. &, out of pure impulse, grabbed my nice Nikon camera from my dresser & carefully put its strap around my neck like it was some kind of huge, gaudy necklace some half-blind old lady was wearing because... I don't know, because old ladies have no freaking fashion sense... ((Ha... That last line always amuses me...))
7) I felt the ice break around my body, & then the water. Cold, colder than cold. Like in that one song; 'cold as cold as cold can be, be.' It felt restricting, my veins & muscles tightening in response. The blackness was even more consuming. It was like someone had taken the midnight sky, blacked out the moon & all of the stars, & made me jump in. Complete & utter darkness. I didn't know it was possible for water to be so black, & yet it was. I couldn't even see my body, couldn't see my hand even if I pressed it right to my corneas. But above me, I could see. Like a strange ceiling, the rest of the ice covering the frozen over lake hung over me, trapping me. It was beautiful, in a way. The way the light from above made it glow blue, it was magnificent looking. Would have made a fantastic photograph. But then again, it was also concerning. If the ice felt so obliged, it very well could block my way out of here. Could quickly & easily cover up the hole I came in. &, considering it was well below freezing up where I'd come from, it didn't seem like such an impossibility that that would happen.
8) The red eyed vampire smiled easily, almost in a friendly manner, & with a quick flick of his wrist he brushed midnight colored hair from his inhumanly gorgeous face. He crossed his long legs infront of him & laid his hand atop his knee. He was having fun watching the humans squirm in fear & anticipation.
Changes.
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Pride
Lazy
Neutral
Dumbfounded
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