mizzy: piplup (Teen Wolf: Alison (yellow))
Addy ([personal profile] mizzy) wrote2013-07-07 11:41 pm

Sunday Six Sentences

Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project -- published, submitted, in progress, for your cat -- whatever.

Original:

It stuns them for a moment but Carey doesn't stop, yanking up the first guy by the hair and ramming him face first into a seat, while kicking the next one again in the chest, winding him. The third one has a knife, but the second one is too much in the way. It doesn't stop him from trying to slice at Carey. Carey grabs his arm, spins, and uses his momentum to throw him over his shoulder, and the third one lands with a large cracking sound in the aisle behind Carey. The first one stirs, but Carey slams his heel down on his throat, using him as a launching pad to leap onto the second one, who'd extracted a plastic knife from his pocket and is readying to throw it over to where Helena is battling the stewardess, who's gotten loose and is now putting up quite a fight.

Man, words cannot express how much Carey hates evil air stewardesses who know Kung Fu.

Fanfic:

"Demons," Allison repeats, slowly and steadily. She's always taken the supernatural world in her stride. She's calmer than she knows she is.

"Pissy things that make speeches and preen and think too much of themselves," a voice says, from behind them.

Allison, bless her soul, whirls around crossbow first – and keeps it aimed high even when they see who it is.

"Dad," Stiles says, weakly.

[identity profile] being-here.livejournal.com 2013-07-07 11:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Woo! I thought I would check one more time before bed, just in case :)