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Jan. 25th, 2015 06:47 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kittydesadeOkay, since I've seen this all over my flist and Network lately: When you see this, share lines from 3 random WIPs.
Three original fics:
Sandborn
What she would have done, she decided in a fit of honesty so sharp she figured she might cut herself on it, was either die where she was of thirst or eventually pulled herself together and gone on to the next village. Where they might or might not have taken her in. There was enough wealth in her father's hacienda that she might have been able to make her own way. Or she might not.
Untitled
She dropped her fork onto the plate at the right angle to send a piece of wet chicken flying into his face. It was so perfect he didn't think she could have done it on purpose. The argument stopped for a handful of minutes, long enough for the girls to laugh, him to laugh, one of them to grab a napkin, and him to mop off his face.
Untitled Beauty Kincaid dime novel
"Please don't," a third voice spoke up. Her new friend. If she could call him friend for speaking up like this.
"Why?" she asked, not taking her eyes off the man whose balls she held on the barrel of her gun.
"Well, for one, I'm enjoying the first hot sandwich I've had in a fortnight."
Bonus fanfic:
Untitled Grant Ward Redemption Epic
He'd availed himself of Hydra and SHIELD technology both, and just because there weren't cameras there didn't mean they hadn't been hidden better than he could see with his own two eyes. But he didn't hear any background electric hum. He wasn't even sure these people had computers. The library still had a paper card catalog, for God's sake.
Three original fics:
Sandborn
What she would have done, she decided in a fit of honesty so sharp she figured she might cut herself on it, was either die where she was of thirst or eventually pulled herself together and gone on to the next village. Where they might or might not have taken her in. There was enough wealth in her father's hacienda that she might have been able to make her own way. Or she might not.
Untitled
She dropped her fork onto the plate at the right angle to send a piece of wet chicken flying into his face. It was so perfect he didn't think she could have done it on purpose. The argument stopped for a handful of minutes, long enough for the girls to laugh, him to laugh, one of them to grab a napkin, and him to mop off his face.
Untitled Beauty Kincaid dime novel
"Please don't," a third voice spoke up. Her new friend. If she could call him friend for speaking up like this.
"Why?" she asked, not taking her eyes off the man whose balls she held on the barrel of her gun.
"Well, for one, I'm enjoying the first hot sandwich I've had in a fortnight."
Bonus fanfic:
Untitled Grant Ward Redemption Epic
He'd availed himself of Hydra and SHIELD technology both, and just because there weren't cameras there didn't mean they hadn't been hidden better than he could see with his own two eyes. But he didn't hear any background electric hum. He wasn't even sure these people had computers. The library still had a paper card catalog, for God's sake.