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WIP Sentence/Paragraph Meme
Ganked from mad_maeglin some days ago:
Post a sentence (or two or a paragraph) from as many of your WIPs as you
want with no explanation attached.
1. For his part, Crimson closed his eyes, feeling his heart sink. Too well
he knew the fiery temper of his one-time student. Until now, Shavra had kept
herself in check, remaining true to his lessons in control. But Sethor was
her first true opponent outside the practice ring -- one without honor and
lacking in scruples. Taking a deep breath, Crimson let it go as slowly as he
dared, feeling his white knuckles relax their death grip on the hilt of the
silver sword that was his by title as Raze Reme of Kuruda. Only Shavra's
will and knowledge of swordcraft would deliver her now.
"Power of Souma preserve her," he thought, watching her field Sethor's
blows, turning the duel into a graceful dance of death. A sun goddess, the
light gilding her silver hair and flashing in harsh sparkles off Lyorax. He
shook his head fiercely at the fleeting image of that shining figure lying
broken and bloodied on the arena sands and set his mouth firmly against that
possibility. Shavra was cast in the same mould as her father Avedon, with
his lion's heart beating inside her. Like her mother, she was a Daughter of
Light, mistress of the power of Souma. In her hands was the most perfect
blade ever to come from the hands of master smith and Kuruda valle Dias
Ragu, the Black Wing.
Eventually she would win. If . . .
2. "Nonsense," chuckled Mr. Haneda, settling himself in his easy chair.
"Anyone from Sachi's beloved Shohoku High basketball club is always welcome
in this house. You have no idea how much this last series of games took out
of her. . .come to think of it, I should have recognized your name earlier.
Are you the famous three-point Kogure?"
Kogure's face turned bright red at the question, a gesture that Mrs. Haneda
found utterly charming, as she was to tell her husband later that evening.
Even now, it was still a little hard to believe the fame which that one shot
had given him. It wasn't as if he had played as hard or as long as the
others. . .but under Mr. Haneda's kindly look, Kogure admitted that he had
indeed fired that all-important three-point shot.
"To hear Sachi tell it, that one shot turned the game right around,"
chuckled Mr. Haneda as his wife handed glasses of juice to the two men. "You
needn't look so embarrassed, young man. You gave it your best, and that's
what counts."
3. "Loud-mouthed, arrogant red-head," growled Akagi, "He'll be impossible to
live with for weeks, you do know that?"
"Sakuragi-kun is all right," Haruko returned warmly, coming to the defense
of her protege. "He just needs a little encouragement."
"What he needs is a good whack on the head," said Akagi, suddenly grinning
at Haruko's indignant expression. "Maa, maa, imouto-chan. No need to get
your feathers all ruffled. I know Sakuragi's a good player, and he's not
that bad as a person. He's gutsy and he loves the game."
"I wish you'd tell him that sometimes, oniichan." Haruko tilted her head,
regarding her brother with twinkling eyes.
"What? Haruko, you have more guts than I do." Akagi put down the dumbbells
and stretched leisurely. "I'd be deaf within two days from that infernal
tensai song of his, not to mention keeping Miyagi and Mitsui from beating
him to a pulp every five seconds."
4. "I said I'd play for keeps, Aya-chan. You'll just have to resign yourself
to the fact that I can't love anyone else," he murmured, "If only for the
fact that you're probably the sexiest team manager in the entire
prefecture."
"Bakayarou," came the retort, spoken without heat and sounding very nearly
like an endearment. Ayako's eyes grew sober once again. "Demo, Ryochin..."
"Ssssh, daijoubo desu, Aya-chan," said Miyagi, shaking his head and letting
his arms reluctantly drop from Ayako's waist. "Stop worrying about the
future. When you decide that loving me is worth the risk, I'll be here.
That's a promise. In the meantime, maybe we should get something to eat.
Danny's or the Akai Tomato?"
5. "And...take this, too, for luck," she whispered hurriedly, standing on
tiptoe to brush her lips ever so lightly across his jawline. Then she was
gone from his side, fleeing towards the house as fast as her feet could take
her. Stunned from the unexpected kiss, Sano could only stand rooted to the
spot and let her go. He might have kept on standing there, until Tsunan's
voice broke the silence.
"A woman worth fighting for," he said, and there was something like regret
in his voice. "Or dying for."
"Definitely one worth living for," murmured Sano, setting his face
resolutely towards the road. "Come on, Tsunan. Let's go take care of that
unfinished business."
6. Su-Yin's sky-blue eyes widened as she recognized the white dragon.
"Ha-hakuryu?"
The little dragon chirped happily and flitted over to her bed, dropping down
with a soft "thud" directly into the center of the mattress. Su-Yin giggled
as the gentle creature made a sound almost like a sigh of relief, snuggling
into the softness of the blankets.
"Ne, Haku-chan, never tell me that you left the Sanzo-ikkou out there to
walk?"
Hakuryu stretched his neck and trilled, jewel eyes gleaming bright sapphire
and green. By a series of complicated chirps and tweets that only one other
person would have understood, he made it clear that he had come a *very*
long way; that he was tired of listening to endless bickering and being a
jeep driven over all sorts of unkind roads. A kilometer's walk would do the
foursome no end of good.
"Ohhh, you poor darling," laughed Su-Yin, as Hakuryu stuck out his feet for
her inspection with plaintive cheeping. Indeed, the pads were worn, the
scales dry and the little animal in dire need of bathing and oiling. "I
suppose you're hungry, too."
At the word "hungry", Hakuryu trilled again, eyes swirling into a
greenish-golden shade, looking so plaintive that Su-Yin smiled in gentle
amusement, kneeling on the floor so that she was eye-to-eye with the little
dragon.
"You naughty thing," she cooed, cuddling it with real affection. "Leaving
them out in the road like that. Heaven only knows what mischief they'll get
up to! Don't worry, love, I'll feed you myself, you needn't worry about
that. Are they all right, then?"
mad_maeglin some days ago:Post a sentence (or two or a paragraph) from as many of your WIPs as you
want with no explanation attached.
1. For his part, Crimson closed his eyes, feeling his heart sink. Too well
he knew the fiery temper of his one-time student. Until now, Shavra had kept
herself in check, remaining true to his lessons in control. But Sethor was
her first true opponent outside the practice ring -- one without honor and
lacking in scruples. Taking a deep breath, Crimson let it go as slowly as he
dared, feeling his white knuckles relax their death grip on the hilt of the
silver sword that was his by title as Raze Reme of Kuruda. Only Shavra's
will and knowledge of swordcraft would deliver her now.
"Power of Souma preserve her," he thought, watching her field Sethor's
blows, turning the duel into a graceful dance of death. A sun goddess, the
light gilding her silver hair and flashing in harsh sparkles off Lyorax. He
shook his head fiercely at the fleeting image of that shining figure lying
broken and bloodied on the arena sands and set his mouth firmly against that
possibility. Shavra was cast in the same mould as her father Avedon, with
his lion's heart beating inside her. Like her mother, she was a Daughter of
Light, mistress of the power of Souma. In her hands was the most perfect
blade ever to come from the hands of master smith and Kuruda valle Dias
Ragu, the Black Wing.
Eventually she would win. If . . .
2. "Nonsense," chuckled Mr. Haneda, settling himself in his easy chair.
"Anyone from Sachi's beloved Shohoku High basketball club is always welcome
in this house. You have no idea how much this last series of games took out
of her. . .come to think of it, I should have recognized your name earlier.
Are you the famous three-point Kogure?"
Kogure's face turned bright red at the question, a gesture that Mrs. Haneda
found utterly charming, as she was to tell her husband later that evening.
Even now, it was still a little hard to believe the fame which that one shot
had given him. It wasn't as if he had played as hard or as long as the
others. . .but under Mr. Haneda's kindly look, Kogure admitted that he had
indeed fired that all-important three-point shot.
"To hear Sachi tell it, that one shot turned the game right around,"
chuckled Mr. Haneda as his wife handed glasses of juice to the two men. "You
needn't look so embarrassed, young man. You gave it your best, and that's
what counts."
3. "Loud-mouthed, arrogant red-head," growled Akagi, "He'll be impossible to
live with for weeks, you do know that?"
"Sakuragi-kun is all right," Haruko returned warmly, coming to the defense
of her protege. "He just needs a little encouragement."
"What he needs is a good whack on the head," said Akagi, suddenly grinning
at Haruko's indignant expression. "Maa, maa, imouto-chan. No need to get
your feathers all ruffled. I know Sakuragi's a good player, and he's not
that bad as a person. He's gutsy and he loves the game."
"I wish you'd tell him that sometimes, oniichan." Haruko tilted her head,
regarding her brother with twinkling eyes.
"What? Haruko, you have more guts than I do." Akagi put down the dumbbells
and stretched leisurely. "I'd be deaf within two days from that infernal
tensai song of his, not to mention keeping Miyagi and Mitsui from beating
him to a pulp every five seconds."
4. "I said I'd play for keeps, Aya-chan. You'll just have to resign yourself
to the fact that I can't love anyone else," he murmured, "If only for the
fact that you're probably the sexiest team manager in the entire
prefecture."
"Bakayarou," came the retort, spoken without heat and sounding very nearly
like an endearment. Ayako's eyes grew sober once again. "Demo, Ryochin..."
"Ssssh, daijoubo desu, Aya-chan," said Miyagi, shaking his head and letting
his arms reluctantly drop from Ayako's waist. "Stop worrying about the
future. When you decide that loving me is worth the risk, I'll be here.
That's a promise. In the meantime, maybe we should get something to eat.
Danny's or the Akai Tomato?"
5. "And...take this, too, for luck," she whispered hurriedly, standing on
tiptoe to brush her lips ever so lightly across his jawline. Then she was
gone from his side, fleeing towards the house as fast as her feet could take
her. Stunned from the unexpected kiss, Sano could only stand rooted to the
spot and let her go. He might have kept on standing there, until Tsunan's
voice broke the silence.
"A woman worth fighting for," he said, and there was something like regret
in his voice. "Or dying for."
"Definitely one worth living for," murmured Sano, setting his face
resolutely towards the road. "Come on, Tsunan. Let's go take care of that
unfinished business."
6. Su-Yin's sky-blue eyes widened as she recognized the white dragon.
"Ha-hakuryu?"
The little dragon chirped happily and flitted over to her bed, dropping down
with a soft "thud" directly into the center of the mattress. Su-Yin giggled
as the gentle creature made a sound almost like a sigh of relief, snuggling
into the softness of the blankets.
"Ne, Haku-chan, never tell me that you left the Sanzo-ikkou out there to
walk?"
Hakuryu stretched his neck and trilled, jewel eyes gleaming bright sapphire
and green. By a series of complicated chirps and tweets that only one other
person would have understood, he made it clear that he had come a *very*
long way; that he was tired of listening to endless bickering and being a
jeep driven over all sorts of unkind roads. A kilometer's walk would do the
foursome no end of good.
"Ohhh, you poor darling," laughed Su-Yin, as Hakuryu stuck out his feet for
her inspection with plaintive cheeping. Indeed, the pads were worn, the
scales dry and the little animal in dire need of bathing and oiling. "I
suppose you're hungry, too."
At the word "hungry", Hakuryu trilled again, eyes swirling into a
greenish-golden shade, looking so plaintive that Su-Yin smiled in gentle
amusement, kneeling on the floor so that she was eye-to-eye with the little
dragon.
"You naughty thing," she cooed, cuddling it with real affection. "Leaving
them out in the road like that. Heaven only knows what mischief they'll get
up to! Don't worry, love, I'll feed you myself, you needn't worry about
that. Are they all right, then?"