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Post a random sentence (or three whole paragraphs) from every WIP you're currently working on, even if it's very short. Then invite people to ask questions about your WIP. With any luck, you'll get talking about writing, and the motivation to take that WIP one step closer to completion will appear as if by magic!
I'm only including the fics I've started in 2012.
Fandom: [Protocreed] Prototype/Assassin's Creed crossover
'Between Scylla and Charybdis'
“Yes,” Zeus says, and without warning, his clawed arms ripple, and while one becomes normal, the other one turns into a nightmarish blade, easily the size of Desmond's body.
“Fuck...” he murmurs, his eyes wide.
Zeus smirks and lashes out. It's only through luck that Desmond manages to parry the blade enough for the force to send him flying rather than bisect him. He hits the barricade wall with a meaty thud and feels something inside him snap. He coughs up blood and hopes the snap wasn't the sensation of a rib breaking.
*****
Fandom: The Mentalist
'Mockingbird'
“Van Pelt, call forensics,” Lisbon rasped, her eyes glued to the words on the card. “Cho, find out who that delivery man was and who sent him, Rigsby, get Bosco, tell him Red John has sent us something he needs to have a look at.”
*****
'Caged'
*****
'A Measure of Control'
Tork was gone. Off the team, and somehow Jane managed to get another of his old team members reinstated in Rick Tork's place. It didn't look good. Bertram was breathing down his neck, reminding him of his promise to keep their highly valued pain in the ass consultant under control.
He closes cases, Haffner reminded himself. He makes the bureau's stats look good. It was just a pity that Lisbon had never really tried to get the blond menace under control. That's all he needed. Jane needed a firm, guiding hand. Someone strong enough to direct his abilities in the right direction without getting trapped in that man's mind games.
He'd almost fallen for it too. It's a pity that Tork fell so easily for Jane's games, but Haffner now knew what Jane's ultimate game was, his 'long con', and come hell or high water – Jane was going to pay. He was going to finally learn a long-needed lesson. Haffner would make sure of it.
*****
gryphonrhi.Post a random sentence (or three whole paragraphs) from every WIP you're currently working on, even if it's very short. Then invite people to ask questions about your WIP. With any luck, you'll get talking about writing, and the motivation to take that WIP one step closer to completion will appear as if by magic!
I'm only including the fics I've started in 2012.
Fandom: [Protocreed] Prototype/Assassin's Creed crossover
'Between Scylla and Charybdis'
“Yes,” Zeus says, and without warning, his clawed arms ripple, and while one becomes normal, the other one turns into a nightmarish blade, easily the size of Desmond's body.
“Fuck...” he murmurs, his eyes wide.
Zeus smirks and lashes out. It's only through luck that Desmond manages to parry the blade enough for the force to send him flying rather than bisect him. He hits the barricade wall with a meaty thud and feels something inside him snap. He coughs up blood and hopes the snap wasn't the sensation of a rib breaking.
*****
Fandom: The Mentalist
'Mockingbird'
Thou fair-hair'd angel of the evening,
Now, whilst the sun rests on the mountains, light
Thy bright torch of love; thy radiant crown
Put on, and smile upon our evening bed!
Do give my love to our Mister Jane,
I'm sure our next meeting will be quite memorable.
Now, whilst the sun rests on the mountains, light
Thy bright torch of love; thy radiant crown
Put on, and smile upon our evening bed!
Do give my love to our Mister Jane,
I'm sure our next meeting will be quite memorable.
“Van Pelt, call forensics,” Lisbon rasped, her eyes glued to the words on the card. “Cho, find out who that delivery man was and who sent him, Rigsby, get Bosco, tell him Red John has sent us something he needs to have a look at.”
*****
'Caged'
“Dammit Jane! Will you please stop teaching our people how to cheat at cards!”
Jane looked up from the cards she held in his hand and grinned. “Lisbon!” he greeted loudly, eyes twinkling. “Want to join us?” he asked, waving his other hand to encompass the small table in the kitchen area of the CBI where a group of people in suits were sitting, each holding a handful of cards.
Lisbon glared.
*****
'A Measure of Control'
Tork was gone. Off the team, and somehow Jane managed to get another of his old team members reinstated in Rick Tork's place. It didn't look good. Bertram was breathing down his neck, reminding him of his promise to keep their highly valued pain in the ass consultant under control.
He closes cases, Haffner reminded himself. He makes the bureau's stats look good. It was just a pity that Lisbon had never really tried to get the blond menace under control. That's all he needed. Jane needed a firm, guiding hand. Someone strong enough to direct his abilities in the right direction without getting trapped in that man's mind games.
He'd almost fallen for it too. It's a pity that Tork fell so easily for Jane's games, but Haffner now knew what Jane's ultimate game was, his 'long con', and come hell or high water – Jane was going to pay. He was going to finally learn a long-needed lesson. Haffner would make sure of it.
*****
