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So, help me be useless! I was skimming old LJ entries over on
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rose_emily and came across this, gakked originally from hyperfocused:Here are a bunch of first lines from my fic. Drabble away in the comments section for this post! And I would be shocked and appalled with myself if I actually counted the words, so don't bother with exactness in that respect. Oh, and no restrictions on fandom -- change character names / place names around if necessary.
For bonus points, the final line of the drabble should be in haiku form.
1. Their bed is vast and wide, not queen or king-sized, but something custom-built hosting a landscape of white linens, duvets and pillows of all shapes and sizes.
2. There’s a classified ads page on the Atlantis intranet.
3. No part of Alexander Luthor, Clark observes, ever seems to be completely put together.
4. "I --" says Elizabeth, throwing her hands up in the air -- "I quit. I surrender, I submit, I am completely *completely* caving on this one. Twenty years in the diplomatic service, but today's the first day I'm saying that I *give up*."
5. Sam knows what it must have cost Dean, to say those words. “We could stay.”
6. The finely striped line of the starched collar bit into golden skin as Lex pulled the silk tie taut.
7. He doesn't take marathon showers, not really.
8. “Your garbage is full.”
9. Tom did not slam the door of his SUV as he climbed in the driver's side.
10. "I'm not actually Catholic," Clark says apologetically.
Off to work now... work, where I have wi-fi. And will be checking over here periodically. *bats eyelashes*
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Rodney looked up from his computer with a frenzied look in his eyes. "Has it occurred to no one else in the Pegasus galaxy that I am a little preoccupied at the moment with, oh, I don't know, saving our ASSES?? If we're still here tomorrow, then maybe - just maybe - I might have a moment to think about something other than trying to prolong our existence as we know it!"
Ronan shifted his weight and leaned against the doorway with his other shoulder. "Just sayin'. It's full. I could take it out for you. Make myself useful."
HAIKU!!
Best. Drabble. Ever.
2. i'm not saying that the new justin timberlake infatuation is inspiring me to write fic, and i'm CERTAINLY not saying said fic would be of the clark/lex variety.
3. but if it were, it would almost certainly be based off "cry me a river" and/or "what goes around", involving lex being furious with oliver for stealing his alien. there may even be gripping of silk ties, and hauling up close for low-voiced threats. cough.
It's true; they could. The tree house is solid. Rodney helped build it, and he still has the bruised thumbnail to prove it, though it's almost grown out after seven months. He's gotten over the lack of coffee, junk food, and mental stimulation masquerading as imminent death. Against all odds, he likes long walks on the beach at sunset. He also likes the sex. A lot.
It's John who's going slowly crazy.
Rodney starts for the crashed--but entirely repairable--Wraith dart at the edge of the water. "Are you nuts?" he says. "They need us."