saitaina | Because I’m bored…

Originally published at Memoirs of a Nobody. You can comment here or there.

If you happen to be working on some creative writing project, fanfiction or what have you, post exactly one sentence (or more) from each of your current work(s) in progress in your journal. It should probably be your favorite or most intriguing sentence so far, but what you choose is entirely your discretion. Mention the title (and genre)if you like, but don’t mention anything else — this is merely to whet the general appetite for your forthcoming work(s).

Magician’s Waltz: Three”

It only takes a single instant for your wold to change. For everything you knew to vanish, and for the unknown to replace it. For someone predisposed to insanity via trama, genetics or just plain desire, that instant can last forever.

Finding Thomas: Chapter Two

“Blaise, get your leg out of my face before I rip it off and beat you with it,” Thomas said, trying to shove the prostetic limb away as he stared at the lab across the street.

Blaise gave his boyfriend a dirty look and moved his leg, tilting his headback as the last of the sweet powder that made up a pixi stick coated his tounge.

For Five Minutes…I was President

He sat at the desk in the wood panneled office, setting the phone gently in it’s craddle before sinking into the worn leather seat. He rested his elbow at the desk and stared at the door across from him, the very history of the room pressing down upon him as he stroked his forehead, trying to massage away the on-coming headache.

There was nothing that HAD to be delt with for the next few hours so he was able to just sit there and think. Able to take a moment and obsorbe the enormity of the task just placed upon his shoulders.

The End of the Begining: Chapter Thirteen

They both grabbed one and kicked off as they heard the mob circling back. Draco glanced down as they cleared one of the buildings and his eyes narrowed, watching a blond figure who was leaning against a lamp, talking to another citizen of Diagon Alley.

“That fucking traitor!”

Seamus glanced up at the two flying away from his well constructed (or so he thought) trap before disapperating with a small pop.

And now I feel highly depressed because I’ve been working on some of those for ages. And I REALLY need to finish “The End of the Begining”, espeically considering I published the first chapter March 2001. Stupid plot hole.

On another note, my neighbors got a shiny new bird feeder the other day. They had all nine of my cats lined up under the bird feeder today and me chasing baby birds out of the house so that they could be free instead of chew toys.

We informed them of the problem and they agreed to move the bird feeder…my cats are now annoyed. Also mum bought a mechanical ghost that keeps running into the trees in our front yard. Stupid ghost (but hillarious to watch, especially with cats chasing him).