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Sunday Six Sentences
Jul. 28th, 2013 11:21 am(I'm not normally beaten to this on my flist! I FEEL LIKE A SLACKER. :P)
Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project -- published, submitted, in progress, for your cat -- whatever.
Original:
"How was school, darling?"
The questions are always the same; Quentin could probably recite the whole awkward family dinner script in his sleep. He wonders if he does. It sounds like the kind of thing a boy with no imagination might do.
He doesn't normally have a decent answer, and he supposes he doesn't have one today, other than: "There's a boy at school with my dead best friend's face."
Yeah, it's probably not suitable dinner conversation.
Fanfic:
It's Stiles. It's definitely Stiles. Standing there at the tills, smiling casually with the girl taking the orders. He's a little taller than Derek remembers, and definitely broader; his forest-green jacket hides little of the toned physique beneath. It's Stiles, and he's here.
Derek remembers Tadhg's website, RED ALERT: G. "Stiles" Stilinski: touch is poisonous to werewolves, VERIFIED [video evidence], last seen: Nevada; if seen, RETREAT and his fingers tremble into unwilling fists.
Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project -- published, submitted, in progress, for your cat -- whatever.
Original:
"How was school, darling?"
The questions are always the same; Quentin could probably recite the whole awkward family dinner script in his sleep. He wonders if he does. It sounds like the kind of thing a boy with no imagination might do.
He doesn't normally have a decent answer, and he supposes he doesn't have one today, other than: "There's a boy at school with my dead best friend's face."
Yeah, it's probably not suitable dinner conversation.
Fanfic:
It's Stiles. It's definitely Stiles. Standing there at the tills, smiling casually with the girl taking the orders. He's a little taller than Derek remembers, and definitely broader; his forest-green jacket hides little of the toned physique beneath. It's Stiles, and he's here.
Derek remembers Tadhg's website, RED ALERT: G. "Stiles" Stilinski: touch is poisonous to werewolves, VERIFIED [video evidence], last seen: Nevada; if seen, RETREAT and his fingers tremble into unwilling fists.
