WIP Meme swiped from anyanka_eg
Aug. 5th, 2009 01:26 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
korilianChrist my whole life is a WIP. But I've got a folder full of half written stories and scenes and some of these could be so very, very good, if I could put on paper what I see in my head. Here are the ones I'm most dedicated to finishing at some nebulous point in time.
“Rodney.” John warned because Christ, they’d just dipped under the thirty second scale. Mckay wasn’t paying attention to him though, his eyes on the conduit on the right wall, his mouth forming a perfect O.
“Please.” He repeated helplessly and tried to project what his programming wouldn’t let him say. Don’t.
Mckay made an impressive sight. Broad shouldered and chock full of angry energy. The bright stage lights and his thinning hair made it easy to spot the white scar on his temple, where the bullet had grazed him six years ago.
“Then you’ll die.” Rodney’s voice broke on the last word. “If you’d just... This isn’t how it’s supposed to go!” He sounded upset. “We were all going to be safe. You were going to be safe and I… I can’t be the one who killed you.”
There’s was a man sitting in the tree on King Sooper’s parking lot when John exited the store.
She even pulls off the weird copper hair. It's impressive. In his darkest moments John doubts that he could do copper.
Athur looked blank for a moment. Then a smile crossed his face that could only be described as indulgent. “Well I’m sure the court wouldn’t deny their Lord his small pleasures. Even if it is with a mere servant.”
“Rodney.” John warned because Christ, they’d just dipped under the thirty second scale. Mckay wasn’t paying attention to him though, his eyes on the conduit on the right wall, his mouth forming a perfect O.
“Please.” He repeated helplessly and tried to project what his programming wouldn’t let him say. Don’t.
Mckay made an impressive sight. Broad shouldered and chock full of angry energy. The bright stage lights and his thinning hair made it easy to spot the white scar on his temple, where the bullet had grazed him six years ago.
“Then you’ll die.” Rodney’s voice broke on the last word. “If you’d just... This isn’t how it’s supposed to go!” He sounded upset. “We were all going to be safe. You were going to be safe and I… I can’t be the one who killed you.”
There’s was a man sitting in the tree on King Sooper’s parking lot when John exited the store.
She even pulls off the weird copper hair. It's impressive. In his darkest moments John doubts that he could do copper.
Athur looked blank for a moment. Then a smile crossed his face that could only be described as indulgent. “Well I’m sure the court wouldn’t deny their Lord his small pleasures. Even if it is with a mere servant.”
