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Sunday Six Sentences
Jul. 21st, 2013 12:12 pmEach Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project -- published, submitted, in progress, for your cat -- whatever.
Original:
Mr. Ahar runs through a refresher of last week's class, and then brings up today's topic.I have to smother an amused exhale. Graphs. Of course. Whoever thinks life doesn't have a sense of humour is severely kidding themselves. I must have made a small amount of sound because Mr. Ahar glances at me for a second. Two magpies flicker into life onto his shoulders, and his mouth stretches into a brief semi-smile. I am hit with the sensation that he thinks he knows me, somehow.
Fanfic:
"That was…" Steve searches for the word. His voice is a little husky. "New."
Tony laughs against his cheek, the sound vibrating through Steve. "Told you it would help." He draws back and looks up at Steve through his eyelashes, his eyes narrowing a little, analyzing. "Buyer's remorse?"
Original:
Mr. Ahar runs through a refresher of last week's class, and then brings up today's topic.I have to smother an amused exhale. Graphs. Of course. Whoever thinks life doesn't have a sense of humour is severely kidding themselves. I must have made a small amount of sound because Mr. Ahar glances at me for a second. Two magpies flicker into life onto his shoulders, and his mouth stretches into a brief semi-smile. I am hit with the sensation that he thinks he knows me, somehow.
Fanfic:
"That was…" Steve searches for the word. His voice is a little husky. "New."
Tony laughs against his cheek, the sound vibrating through Steve. "Told you it would help." He draws back and looks up at Steve through his eyelashes, his eyes narrowing a little, analyzing. "Buyer's remorse?"
