A writing meme in which I break the rules
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amy_vic, only I don't do exactly that. Sorry. My chapters are longer than a lot of whole stories, and I'm horrible at picking just one thing. They're all from different parts of the chapter.
If you happen to be working on some creative writing project, fanfiction or NaNoWriMo or what have you, post exactly one sentence (or more) 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 -- this is merely to whet the general appetite for your forthcoming work(s).
And Let That Be Our Legacy: What Kinds Of Incidents?
"You said she never went by her full name..." Samantha prodded after a minute, her face utterly serious, blinking against tears. What had her mother done for them, or to them, that could still make Uncle Josh fight back tears after this long?
"Please let that have been the right conversation we had just now," Josh whispered.
"How did our mom know?" Al asked, still half-turned.
And Let That Be Our Legacy: This Country Is Meant To Be Unfinished
"We kinda haven't been hugging them for a while," Al admitted, looking sheepish. "We went back to school and some of the guys are real jerks to some of the girls and we haven't been thinking about the whole picture too much, and...."
Finally, Zoey turned and looked up at him. "I was anticipating you. I like doing it and it's part of my job with Galileo, and I want to help kick the world's ass."
"Our mother believed glass ceilings were made to be broken, and if she were here, I'm pretty sure she'd be mad at you."
And Let That Be Our Legacy: No, I Didn't Reveal My Secret Identity
"Not really," Sam snorted. "Listen, I think Mallory and perhaps half the Democratic Women's Caucus is on line two, Josh. I've gotta go."
A delicate strand of belief ran through the room, and Al clasped her hands, eyes shining. "And someday there's gonna be a Seaborn for America poster..."
"Go outside, turn around three times, and spit," Josh directed.
"What, you want people making chicken noises before this has even gotten off the ground?"
And Let That Be Our Legacy: Decisions Are Made By Those Who Show Up
"Good grades, motivated, tutored your first year..." Josh read off. "Why'd you stop tutoring?"
"You know," Noah noted finally through the chills running down his back, "you're all looking at us." Huck looked up suddenly, lips parting a little bit, for an instant looking very much like his father. "Which briefing is that?" he continued, brushing one hand casually across his shirt.
And Let That Be Our Legacy: We're Here For Whatever You Need
"What would happen if certain domestic and international groups were given certain details about these two bills?" Donna wanted to know, face perfectly straight but eyes glinting.
"Government," Toby finally answered, slow and soft. "Because government should be a place where people come together, Anne. It should be a place where no one gets left behind."
Josh looked over at him, and Sam could see a trace of tears in his eyes, as Mallory watched them play out part of a conversation that had been coming for fifteen years. "I want you to count on me."
"For a while. At least until I start thinking about it again." Carol spun, clearly wanting to kick or punch something, and Josh ducked back.
Whole Houses, Clear Off The Ground: I Was Never Supposed To Win
Sam had regained a little of his color, and turned a guilt-ridden gaze to his best friend. His Leo, his drive to political reality, CJ had called him.... if he wasn't shattered by this. If they both weren't. "Yeah, Josh?"
Toby didn't know if the First Lady could see what he did, that for a long, shadowy moment, Jed Bartlet realized the cost that being his party's real thing could exact, and decided he didn't want it.
Slowly, Toby lifted a slip of paper from the stand to hold it in front of CJ. He watched her eyes track slowly over the simple words before they looked back up at him, acknowledging and serious and full of determination. He doesn't need to ask the question.
Whole Houses, Clear Off The Ground: He Thinks Of You Like A Daughter
CJ turned to look at her, eyes conflicted, full of hesitance and vulnerability and fear, with an unnatural determined energy behind all of it. "Yeah," she finally sighed in answer. "Let's go."
CJ's hands shot up to the sides of the door, keeping her balanced as she abruptly pulled her foot back, then several quick steps backwards. Carol placed a hand on her back, stopping her, bracing and supporting.
amy_vic, only I don't do exactly that. Sorry. My chapters are longer than a lot of whole stories, and I'm horrible at picking just one thing. They're all from different parts of the chapter.If you happen to be working on some creative writing project, fanfiction or NaNoWriMo or what have you, post exactly one sentence (or more) 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 -- this is merely to whet the general appetite for your forthcoming work(s).
And Let That Be Our Legacy: What Kinds Of Incidents?
"You said she never went by her full name..." Samantha prodded after a minute, her face utterly serious, blinking against tears. What had her mother done for them, or to them, that could still make Uncle Josh fight back tears after this long?
"Please let that have been the right conversation we had just now," Josh whispered.
"How did our mom know?" Al asked, still half-turned.
And Let That Be Our Legacy: This Country Is Meant To Be Unfinished
"We kinda haven't been hugging them for a while," Al admitted, looking sheepish. "We went back to school and some of the guys are real jerks to some of the girls and we haven't been thinking about the whole picture too much, and...."
Finally, Zoey turned and looked up at him. "I was anticipating you. I like doing it and it's part of my job with Galileo, and I want to help kick the world's ass."
"Our mother believed glass ceilings were made to be broken, and if she were here, I'm pretty sure she'd be mad at you."
And Let That Be Our Legacy: No, I Didn't Reveal My Secret Identity
"Not really," Sam snorted. "Listen, I think Mallory and perhaps half the Democratic Women's Caucus is on line two, Josh. I've gotta go."
A delicate strand of belief ran through the room, and Al clasped her hands, eyes shining. "And someday there's gonna be a Seaborn for America poster..."
"Go outside, turn around three times, and spit," Josh directed.
"What, you want people making chicken noises before this has even gotten off the ground?"
And Let That Be Our Legacy: Decisions Are Made By Those Who Show Up
"Good grades, motivated, tutored your first year..." Josh read off. "Why'd you stop tutoring?"
"You know," Noah noted finally through the chills running down his back, "you're all looking at us." Huck looked up suddenly, lips parting a little bit, for an instant looking very much like his father. "Which briefing is that?" he continued, brushing one hand casually across his shirt.
And Let That Be Our Legacy: We're Here For Whatever You Need
"What would happen if certain domestic and international groups were given certain details about these two bills?" Donna wanted to know, face perfectly straight but eyes glinting.
"Government," Toby finally answered, slow and soft. "Because government should be a place where people come together, Anne. It should be a place where no one gets left behind."
Josh looked over at him, and Sam could see a trace of tears in his eyes, as Mallory watched them play out part of a conversation that had been coming for fifteen years. "I want you to count on me."
"For a while. At least until I start thinking about it again." Carol spun, clearly wanting to kick or punch something, and Josh ducked back.
Whole Houses, Clear Off The Ground: I Was Never Supposed To Win
Sam had regained a little of his color, and turned a guilt-ridden gaze to his best friend. His Leo, his drive to political reality, CJ had called him.... if he wasn't shattered by this. If they both weren't. "Yeah, Josh?"
Toby didn't know if the First Lady could see what he did, that for a long, shadowy moment, Jed Bartlet realized the cost that being his party's real thing could exact, and decided he didn't want it.
Slowly, Toby lifted a slip of paper from the stand to hold it in front of CJ. He watched her eyes track slowly over the simple words before they looked back up at him, acknowledging and serious and full of determination. He doesn't need to ask the question.
Whole Houses, Clear Off The Ground: He Thinks Of You Like A Daughter
CJ turned to look at her, eyes conflicted, full of hesitance and vulnerability and fear, with an unnatural determined energy behind all of it. "Yeah," she finally sighed in answer. "Let's go."
CJ's hands shot up to the sides of the door, keeping her balanced as she abruptly pulled her foot back, then several quick steps backwards. Carol placed a hand on her back, stopping her, bracing and supporting.
