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saitainaWork in Progress (WIP) meme:
Post a sentence (or two) from as many of your WIPs as you want, with no explanation attached.
It had been nine hours since Kiden felt his leg. He was sure he had a leg when he came into Akako's room, but now he was starting to question that fact.
--
He swallowed thickly and ducked around Saguru's father, using the man's much larger size in order to vanish, a whiff of smoke all that remained as he was airborne, taking advantage of the hotel's top floor to fly away from his demons.
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Now Kaulul'au begins walking and he and his guard are talking and his guard warns him that anyone you see won't be human, that they are really akua, gods, ghosts, no matter what form they take.
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Kid had sent a boquet of wizarding news to a muggle police station.
--
"To put back the pieces," Kairi said softly, her own eyes turning towards the brunette. "What if he can't? What if he puts back so much of himself that there's nothing left?"
--
“No! You have your puppet, your highness,” Cheshire spat, fangs bared. “I will not fight, not for you, not for your cause, not for anything! I don’t know why the Keyblade came to me, but it choose the wrong kitten,”
--
"War turns boys into men, and men into warriors." Midna said.
"And warriors into dead bodies," Nabooru finished. "May the Goddesses have mercy on us."
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"You know, evil doesn't actually burst into flames upon entering a church,"
Radu's head jerked up at the familiar, and un-wanted voice, staring at his brother. Vlad was lounging on the alter, his rear end parked squarely between the Chalice and Paten, making shivers run down Radus spine. His brother was literally sitting between the blood and body of Christ.
---
But, it wasn't long after that, that the mice had come. Attracted to the large spring harvest, the mice dove into the food stores with abandon, taking advantage of the villiager's weakness to manuver around the slower humans and take what they could, dashing off into the night, but not before biting a few fingers that had gotten in their way.
Wow, didn't realize there were that many unfinished...or that many that hadn't changed since I last did this,.
Post a sentence (or two) from as many of your WIPs as you want, with no explanation attached.
It had been nine hours since Kiden felt his leg. He was sure he had a leg when he came into Akako's room, but now he was starting to question that fact.
--
He swallowed thickly and ducked around Saguru's father, using the man's much larger size in order to vanish, a whiff of smoke all that remained as he was airborne, taking advantage of the hotel's top floor to fly away from his demons.
--
Now Kaulul'au begins walking and he and his guard are talking and his guard warns him that anyone you see won't be human, that they are really akua, gods, ghosts, no matter what form they take.
--
Kid had sent a boquet of wizarding news to a muggle police station.
--
"To put back the pieces," Kairi said softly, her own eyes turning towards the brunette. "What if he can't? What if he puts back so much of himself that there's nothing left?"
--
“No! You have your puppet, your highness,” Cheshire spat, fangs bared. “I will not fight, not for you, not for your cause, not for anything! I don’t know why the Keyblade came to me, but it choose the wrong kitten,”
--
"War turns boys into men, and men into warriors." Midna said.
"And warriors into dead bodies," Nabooru finished. "May the Goddesses have mercy on us."
---
"You know, evil doesn't actually burst into flames upon entering a church,"
Radu's head jerked up at the familiar, and un-wanted voice, staring at his brother. Vlad was lounging on the alter, his rear end parked squarely between the Chalice and Paten, making shivers run down Radus spine. His brother was literally sitting between the blood and body of Christ.
---
But, it wasn't long after that, that the mice had come. Attracted to the large spring harvest, the mice dove into the food stores with abandon, taking advantage of the villiager's weakness to manuver around the slower humans and take what they could, dashing off into the night, but not before biting a few fingers that had gotten in their way.
Wow, didn't realize there were that many unfinished...or that many that hadn't changed since I last did this,.
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Work in Progress (WIP) meme:Post a sentence (or two) from as many of your WIPs as you want, with no
Date: 2010-02-20 04:27 pm (UTC)The sky was heavy, clouds hanging low, round and tinged a silvery grey. Snow fell softly at first, then heavier, coating the world below in shades of innocent and pristine white.
No one paid attention to the dirty, worn looking ‘80s model RV as it rattled down the highway. It belched smoke once in a while when forced to tackle the slightest hill and wheezed like an asthmatic all the while.
So okay, I decided to go see my boyfriend on the spur of the moment. He lived in Lubbock and I lived in a quiet place outside of Houston. He’d been distant lately and I wanted to find out why. He’d gotten to where he only showed real affection around other people, especially his family.
(This is just s few...LOL)