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Saturday, November 6th, 2004 01:49 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
evila_elfHere's a meme I yanked from Takenhawkeye:
If you happen to be working on some creative writing project, fanfiction or NaNoWriMo or what have you, post exactly one sentence from each of your current work(s) in progress in your journal. It should probably be your favourite or most intriguing sentence so far, but what you choose is entirely your discretion. Mention the title (and genre) if you like, but don't mention anything else.
Like takenhawkeye, I won't be able to limit myself to just one sentance.
Most of these you can find pieces up at my site. For a few of these *cough* sentances, I typed them down from my notes.
From my nightly fic Dogtag Dawn:
Confused and dreading what he might find, Potter shook the contents out into his hand. The dogtags, sliver flecked with red, shined dully from the outside light. Pierce, B.F. Captain.
From Against all Odds:
“Don’t get worried, but I agree with you.” Eyes still closed, he pulled off the covers and stood. Then he made the mistake of opening them. The room pitched wildly and he fell to his knees. “What’s wrong with me?” he asked the floor.
From The Last Goodbye (sequel to Goodbye Isn't forever):
"I don't feel so well," Hawkeye moaned, then got up and ran to the bathroom.
BJ watched him go, amazed that he was the first to escape. "Peg...what did Daniel Pierce say (when he called)?"
"He mentioned you and his son..."
From Expressions (The one where Hawkeye loses his voice):
"I would expect this from Pierce, but you?"
"Goodbye, Frank."
"I live here too, ya know." He took a step closer. For some reason he wanted to know who it was (under BJ on his cot). All he could see currently were a few dark strands of hair...
From Late for My Execution:
"Is killing someone more important than saving others?" he (Hawkeye) shouted, his voice clearer than any microphone could make it. "Did you sell tickets?? Try to boost the economy?" This was yelled to the General's back.
...."Any last requests?"
"End this damn war! Or is that too much to ask?"
From Untitled fic that has, so far, never gotten anywhere:
“What we got?” Hawkeye was trying to keep his breathing shallow; the pain was less that way.
B.J. rummaged around in the spacious bag. “Gauze, four gloves with holes in them, ball of string, few clamps, tweezers, and a half a bottle of alcohol.”
“Good. Can use string to strangle me.” His voice was full of pain, but his humor, so far, remained.
From another Untitled fic:
"Who’s laughing now, Pierce?” Frank was twitching with excitement and a touch of nervousness.
“Oo, uo, ell, aank!”
Frank frowned, his lips vanishing, and he bent down close to his captive, then ripped the tape off. “Care to repeat that?”
“Go—to—Hell—Frank.” Hawkeye was livid with anger and he punctuated his enemy’s name by swinging his free foot at him.
And, lastly, this might go somewhere in the above fic:
“Touch me again and I swear I will kill you.” The tone was flat.
Frank removed his hand as if he had touched a furnace. He took a few steps backwards, then turned tail and ran.
Aaaannnndd! Here is more of Dogtag Dawn!
Dogtag Dawn
(I have a feeling that the end is getting near! Unless I get more plot twists planned out behind my back!)
BJ pushed past Radar to enter the room. Radar took a look at Jo’an, then casually took a few steps away from her.
Hawkeye wondered it was who came to get a look at his foot this time. First it was Margaret, then Father Mulcahy had joined Potter and Frank. He heard a gasp, then an “Oh my!”
“Is my foot dancing or something?” Annoyed at being ignored, he opened his eyes. “BJ!” He sat up and tried to get off the table. Potter and Margaret held him back, no doubt that he would forget he couldn’t walk on his foot.
BJ ran over to his friend and gave him a big hug, not wanting to ever let go again.
Margaret passed the gauze for Hawkeye’s foot to BJ. Together with the Father, Frank and Colonel, they left the two alone. Potter paused when he saw the Korean woman, still armed. “Who the Hell are you?”
BJ’s eyes widened. “Jo’an! Be back in a sec, Hawk.”
“Jo’an came?”
He pushed past Frank before he could “sacrifice” himself, yeah right, to save everyone from the harmless armed woman. Maybe he was just bracing himself to run? “Colonel, she is with me. Saved my life. Hawk’s too from what I gather.”
“That so? We’ll get her some looking after. Now, go tend to Pierce before he tries to walk over here and find you.”
BJ needed no further encouraging.
Next Part
If you happen to be working on some creative writing project, fanfiction or NaNoWriMo or what have you, post exactly one sentence from each of your current work(s) in progress in your journal. It should probably be your favourite or most intriguing sentence so far, but what you choose is entirely your discretion. Mention the title (and genre) if you like, but don't mention anything else.
Like takenhawkeye, I won't be able to limit myself to just one sentance.
Most of these you can find pieces up at my site. For a few of these *cough* sentances, I typed them down from my notes.
From my nightly fic Dogtag Dawn:
Confused and dreading what he might find, Potter shook the contents out into his hand. The dogtags, sliver flecked with red, shined dully from the outside light. Pierce, B.F. Captain.
From Against all Odds:
“Don’t get worried, but I agree with you.” Eyes still closed, he pulled off the covers and stood. Then he made the mistake of opening them. The room pitched wildly and he fell to his knees. “What’s wrong with me?” he asked the floor.
From The Last Goodbye (sequel to Goodbye Isn't forever):
"I don't feel so well," Hawkeye moaned, then got up and ran to the bathroom.
BJ watched him go, amazed that he was the first to escape. "Peg...what did Daniel Pierce say (when he called)?"
"He mentioned you and his son..."
From Expressions (The one where Hawkeye loses his voice):
"I would expect this from Pierce, but you?"
"Goodbye, Frank."
"I live here too, ya know." He took a step closer. For some reason he wanted to know who it was (under BJ on his cot). All he could see currently were a few dark strands of hair...
From Late for My Execution:
"Is killing someone more important than saving others?" he (Hawkeye) shouted, his voice clearer than any microphone could make it. "Did you sell tickets?? Try to boost the economy?" This was yelled to the General's back.
...."Any last requests?"
"End this damn war! Or is that too much to ask?"
From Untitled fic that has, so far, never gotten anywhere:
“What we got?” Hawkeye was trying to keep his breathing shallow; the pain was less that way.
B.J. rummaged around in the spacious bag. “Gauze, four gloves with holes in them, ball of string, few clamps, tweezers, and a half a bottle of alcohol.”
“Good. Can use string to strangle me.” His voice was full of pain, but his humor, so far, remained.
From another Untitled fic:
"Who’s laughing now, Pierce?” Frank was twitching with excitement and a touch of nervousness.
“Oo, uo, ell, aank!”
Frank frowned, his lips vanishing, and he bent down close to his captive, then ripped the tape off. “Care to repeat that?”
“Go—to—Hell—Frank.” Hawkeye was livid with anger and he punctuated his enemy’s name by swinging his free foot at him.
And, lastly, this might go somewhere in the above fic:
“Touch me again and I swear I will kill you.” The tone was flat.
Frank removed his hand as if he had touched a furnace. He took a few steps backwards, then turned tail and ran.
Aaaannnndd! Here is more of Dogtag Dawn!
Dogtag Dawn
(I have a feeling that the end is getting near! Unless I get more plot twists planned out behind my back!)
BJ pushed past Radar to enter the room. Radar took a look at Jo’an, then casually took a few steps away from her.
Hawkeye wondered it was who came to get a look at his foot this time. First it was Margaret, then Father Mulcahy had joined Potter and Frank. He heard a gasp, then an “Oh my!”
“Is my foot dancing or something?” Annoyed at being ignored, he opened his eyes. “BJ!” He sat up and tried to get off the table. Potter and Margaret held him back, no doubt that he would forget he couldn’t walk on his foot.
BJ ran over to his friend and gave him a big hug, not wanting to ever let go again.
Margaret passed the gauze for Hawkeye’s foot to BJ. Together with the Father, Frank and Colonel, they left the two alone. Potter paused when he saw the Korean woman, still armed. “Who the Hell are you?”
BJ’s eyes widened. “Jo’an! Be back in a sec, Hawk.”
“Jo’an came?”
He pushed past Frank before he could “sacrifice” himself, yeah right, to save everyone from the harmless armed woman. Maybe he was just bracing himself to run? “Colonel, she is with me. Saved my life. Hawk’s too from what I gather.”
“That so? We’ll get her some looking after. Now, go tend to Pierce before he tries to walk over here and find you.”
BJ needed no further encouraging.
Next Part
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Date: 2004-11-06 10:39 am (UTC)Hope that Jo'an can stay.
Perhaps I should write another drabble. Probably slash, I'm not sure yet. We'll see.
Ciao
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Date: 2004-11-06 04:18 pm (UTC)Yessss...write! *poke*
Love to see what you can cook up :D or write up, in this case lol