Meme time! One Line Wednesday Challenge!
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taharielGacked from Ionaonie:
Take one sentence from every work in progress on your computer I might not have kept to one sentence exactly either. Um. At all. Maybe more like one short paragraph? *FAILS*
1. One of the best things about Sam was that he did know when to be quiet, really. They sat there for a while, until she had long since gone numb from sitting on the hard floorboards, his hand still stroking her hair slowly. - The Night Tower
2. The shadow of the Tower had crept onto the windowledge in slow inches, steadily turning away from the sun and seeking refuge wherever it could find it. Even at noon, it is long enough to escape the curtain wall surrounding it and encroach upon the town itself, though the sun renders it pale. - La Torre, La Lune et les Etoiles Aussi
3. Perhaps it was a hint in the jawline, or maybe the curve of one shell-like ear, that persuaded the girl who watched him from a window two stories up that this was indeed a man. It certainly wasn’t the bright light in the calm eyes that made them seem nearly turquoise, aqua in the bright sun, or the long, elegant fingers that lay curled around one another comfortably in front of him, like kittens. - Untitled
4. There was a sliver of moon in his eye like a silver fingernail, and Kostya looked at it in the mirror carefully for a moment before touching his eyelid gently upwards and drawing it out, placing it in the water in the basin so he could inspect it from different angles, his breath gusting ripples across the liquid surface. - Jack of All Trades
5. The bus drivers themselves acknowledge how – unusual – it is for them to have taken such an interest in one particular passenger, especially collectively, but there is something about Wee Foreign Maggie that is interesting, and whether that’s her prettiness, or her muteness, or her oddities, it doesn’t seem to matter because it’s not like any of them is thinking of doing something about it. (Except for young Tom Clyde, but he was quickly put in his place by the others when they twigged to him, and he only rarely dares to enter the break room at the depot now.) - Glasgow No. 8
6. So I’d roar down mainstreet to the sea – there’s no real beach to speak of in Brunston, just rocks and a current that would drag you right down to the seabed before you could take a final breath. Then I’d sit down on one of the white public benches to watch the rising sun burnish the world in a soft glow, a glow that made even the city beautiful for the one instant before everything snapped back to its normal tarnish. I’d sit for a little while longer, listen to the dawn chorus maybe before the birds were drowned out by the escalating traffic noise, until eventually it was time to go home to get ready for work. - Gifted
7. She wakes up before him most days, curled up against his side with his arm around her shoulders, his skin cool against hers beneath the blankets. She likes to doze a little, tuck her head into the curve of his neck if it’s not already there and wait for his heartbeat, until he inhales sharply and whispers, “Venetia,” into the evening air. He’ll pull her up for a kiss, and she goes willingly, while he explores her body with one hand, cups her head with the other and takes the little bit of blood he needs, licking the wounds closed after while they make love slowly, as though they hadn’t done it a thousand times before. - Venetia
8. I’d let him go by himself if it wouldn’t cause a panic – Rajah’s not a pet, after all – but the middle of London is hardly the place for a tiger to go for a wander by himself. He’d make a nasty dent in any car that hit him, I’ll tell you that. - Flora and Fauna
9. “Well,” he drawled eventually after looking Si over, his dark eyes flicking over to me as though he had decided Si was no threat. “Aren’t you just a fresh young thing. I was expecting the other one, but this is a treat.”
I scowled. “I’m four thousand friggin’ years old.”
Janus’ smile was slow and left me cold. “Then isn’t it past your bedtime, little Angel?” - Arcessitor
10. As always, when I was stressed and tired and trying to go to sleep, all that came to mind was the smell of burning. I don’t know why; I wasn’t even there at the time, and good old English rain had washed away a lot of the ash by the time I got home, but somewhere I picked it up and I can’t seem to get rid of that goddamn scent. - Irith
11. I heard a step on the landing outside my room, through the gap where I’d left the door ajar because it had a tendency to stick, but by the time I looked up John had gone and his door was shut. - The Mourning Tree
12. My Warden snorted, shifting to fold his arms across his chest with a snort and the smooth rub of his shirt against itself. “I want to get back down to the ER before you decide it’s time to start groping kids like it’s Christmas and you’re Santa.”
I blushed furiously, jerking upright like a scalded cat, and making a wordless noise of protest, sincerely hoping that nobody had heard that. “One, I am not a paedophile, I’m a Healer! It’s a hands-on job! Two, that was one time! One!” - Heal
13. “His Lordship here couldn’t keep a civil tongue in his mouth long enough to ask directions,” Roger said, glancing back at the kid with a scowl. “I was just telling him how we like to keep things polite in Bonnea, sir.”
“It would be nice if you could manage two things at once and keep things clean, too,” the kid said, long, city-bred drawl, beating dust from his breeches, “But I suppose you had to pick one or the other." - This Mortal Armour That I Wear (Night Tower Prequel, aka 'When Felix met Landon')
Take one sentence from every work in progress on your computer I might not have kept to one sentence exactly either. Um. At all. Maybe more like one short paragraph? *FAILS*
1. One of the best things about Sam was that he did know when to be quiet, really. They sat there for a while, until she had long since gone numb from sitting on the hard floorboards, his hand still stroking her hair slowly. - The Night Tower
2. The shadow of the Tower had crept onto the windowledge in slow inches, steadily turning away from the sun and seeking refuge wherever it could find it. Even at noon, it is long enough to escape the curtain wall surrounding it and encroach upon the town itself, though the sun renders it pale. - La Torre, La Lune et les Etoiles Aussi
3. Perhaps it was a hint in the jawline, or maybe the curve of one shell-like ear, that persuaded the girl who watched him from a window two stories up that this was indeed a man. It certainly wasn’t the bright light in the calm eyes that made them seem nearly turquoise, aqua in the bright sun, or the long, elegant fingers that lay curled around one another comfortably in front of him, like kittens. - Untitled
4. There was a sliver of moon in his eye like a silver fingernail, and Kostya looked at it in the mirror carefully for a moment before touching his eyelid gently upwards and drawing it out, placing it in the water in the basin so he could inspect it from different angles, his breath gusting ripples across the liquid surface. - Jack of All Trades
5. The bus drivers themselves acknowledge how – unusual – it is for them to have taken such an interest in one particular passenger, especially collectively, but there is something about Wee Foreign Maggie that is interesting, and whether that’s her prettiness, or her muteness, or her oddities, it doesn’t seem to matter because it’s not like any of them is thinking of doing something about it. (Except for young Tom Clyde, but he was quickly put in his place by the others when they twigged to him, and he only rarely dares to enter the break room at the depot now.) - Glasgow No. 8
6. So I’d roar down mainstreet to the sea – there’s no real beach to speak of in Brunston, just rocks and a current that would drag you right down to the seabed before you could take a final breath. Then I’d sit down on one of the white public benches to watch the rising sun burnish the world in a soft glow, a glow that made even the city beautiful for the one instant before everything snapped back to its normal tarnish. I’d sit for a little while longer, listen to the dawn chorus maybe before the birds were drowned out by the escalating traffic noise, until eventually it was time to go home to get ready for work. - Gifted
7. She wakes up before him most days, curled up against his side with his arm around her shoulders, his skin cool against hers beneath the blankets. She likes to doze a little, tuck her head into the curve of his neck if it’s not already there and wait for his heartbeat, until he inhales sharply and whispers, “Venetia,” into the evening air. He’ll pull her up for a kiss, and she goes willingly, while he explores her body with one hand, cups her head with the other and takes the little bit of blood he needs, licking the wounds closed after while they make love slowly, as though they hadn’t done it a thousand times before. - Venetia
8. I’d let him go by himself if it wouldn’t cause a panic – Rajah’s not a pet, after all – but the middle of London is hardly the place for a tiger to go for a wander by himself. He’d make a nasty dent in any car that hit him, I’ll tell you that. - Flora and Fauna
9. “Well,” he drawled eventually after looking Si over, his dark eyes flicking over to me as though he had decided Si was no threat. “Aren’t you just a fresh young thing. I was expecting the other one, but this is a treat.”
I scowled. “I’m four thousand friggin’ years old.”
Janus’ smile was slow and left me cold. “Then isn’t it past your bedtime, little Angel?” - Arcessitor
10. As always, when I was stressed and tired and trying to go to sleep, all that came to mind was the smell of burning. I don’t know why; I wasn’t even there at the time, and good old English rain had washed away a lot of the ash by the time I got home, but somewhere I picked it up and I can’t seem to get rid of that goddamn scent. - Irith
11. I heard a step on the landing outside my room, through the gap where I’d left the door ajar because it had a tendency to stick, but by the time I looked up John had gone and his door was shut. - The Mourning Tree
12. My Warden snorted, shifting to fold his arms across his chest with a snort and the smooth rub of his shirt against itself. “I want to get back down to the ER before you decide it’s time to start groping kids like it’s Christmas and you’re Santa.”
I blushed furiously, jerking upright like a scalded cat, and making a wordless noise of protest, sincerely hoping that nobody had heard that. “One, I am not a paedophile, I’m a Healer! It’s a hands-on job! Two, that was one time! One!” - Heal
13. “His Lordship here couldn’t keep a civil tongue in his mouth long enough to ask directions,” Roger said, glancing back at the kid with a scowl. “I was just telling him how we like to keep things polite in Bonnea, sir.”
“It would be nice if you could manage two things at once and keep things clean, too,” the kid said, long, city-bred drawl, beating dust from his breeches, “But I suppose you had to pick one or the other." - This Mortal Armour That I Wear (Night Tower Prequel, aka 'When Felix met Landon')
