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( Aug. 3rd, 2009 06:38 am)

Gakked this from [livejournal.com profile] miafeliz .

Post a single sentence from each WIP you have (or as many as you want to pick). No context, no explanations.**
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“Well, drink the coffee black or shut the fuck up then. I’m not listening to it any more.”

The pile of gifts stood in the middle of the coffee table, the festive wrappings like an unwelcome mourner in a red dress at a funeral.

“Good God almighty! You stupid child! You really should have been a vampire with all these high-flown, romantic notions of yours.”

I crashed through the azaleas after it [the football], muttering the closest thing to profanity that I knew at the time, mostly 'bastard', and 'peckerwood', though I had no idea what either of them meant.

They eventually fell into a companionable silence, making another quarter-mile or so when, without preamble, he blurted, “Are you a witch?”

“ ‘m okay. Gotta work t’morrow”

Tarlia sighed, exasperated. “You can’t even stand up.”

“Can too.”

Keresh couldn’t help the snort that escaped. The bright green eye swiveled back to him, staring with baleful regard. He smirked, tilting his head toward her.

“Prove it.”

Rayne was silent for a long moment, then mumbled. “Promise catch m’ head when falls off.” She made no move to get up.

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Okay, if anything sounds intriguing enough that you want to know more, just let me know. I'll 'splain some more. ;-)



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