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Tuesday, February 23rd, 2010 10:34 pm
Memeage via [personal profile] paian and [personal profile] stultiloquentia and [personal profile] synecdochic and... you get the idea. ^_~

Five random snippits from various Works in Progress that I really should get around to finishing (or properly starting, as the case may be.)

1. He wasn't sure how they'd gotten here, or when 'we' and 'I' and 'us' had started to blur the lines of definition-- but here they were and here she was, because suspended above the ground was a glowing, seismic, core of self that was Atlantis. Beside him, around him, within him, were his five other selves-- not counting the heartbeat of the city that pulsed through each of them. (here)

2. "Get out." And the desert is back, full force, the sun shuddering into a thousand brighter echoes of his fury.

"Wake UP." She's still fighting as the sun flakes skin from her arms, burns her retinas to milky white, strips her down to bones and darkness. Because the sun was his armor, his weapon, and she will never ask. (here)

3. She isn't Daniel, who buried a his past under a mountain of sand. She isn't Teal'c who walked from one captivity into another. And she isn't O'Niel, who'd sent Elizabeth and her team through the gate with a blessing akin to a eulogy. (here)

4. "Somewhere in this godforsaken galaxy there's a Bahamas planet," Steven glared grumpily at the ice covered gate. His jacket crackling as he shifted underneath the thin blanket of crusted snow that had accumulated in the past few minutes. "And I'm going to find it."

"You're a geologist," a slightly snowier lump of marine objected, "What on earth would you do on an island?" Trish was somewhat amazed that Matt had managed to acquired quite as much snow as he had. Apparently he's was in some sort of snow collecting competition with Amy and Ant; at this point she could only tell them apart only because of the difference in height.

"I'd study the sand."

"Leeeeetletinyrocks," Amy agreed, a theatrically tiny voice echoing from under the living snowbank. There was a pause. "Wif fangs." (here)

5. If you could have anything, what would it be?

It was only a dream, so what did it hurt? "I want them to live." He swept the whole universe into his hand, galaxy upon galaxy of people who lived and died on someone else's whim. (here)
Thursday, February 25th, 2010 02:02 am (UTC)
I like these all, but especially Amy's lines in #4!
"Leeeeetletinyrocks! Wif fangs!" ♥ Amy!