WIP meme

Stolen from various people including de_nugis,  claudiapriscus, & adrenalineshots.

The meme: Post the first sentence (or three) from every WIP you're currently working on, even if it's very short. Then invite people to ask questions about your WIPs. 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!

#1.  Perhaps he should have been more wary.  Should have realised it was a trap. 

Scratch that. He knew for certain he’d been the biggest kind of dumbass, and there was no perhaps about it.  But by the time realisation dawned, it was too late and the demons (yes, there was more than one of the bastards) had him pinned, helpless, splayed like a butterfly in an entomologist’s prized collection, up against the warehouse wall. 

#2.  Helpless, Dean watches with a pain-blurred sense of detachment as Sam rocks back on his haunches, maintaining the strange sing-song chant, the lighter voice of Ahnah keeping counterpoint with Sam’s tenor.

His little brother’s bulk is silhouetted against the twilight of the white-night solstice, the wide skies still impossibly cerulean blue at midnight. 

#3.  Sam fired.  The creature was freakishly fast though, and dodged the shot.  His brother was not so lucky. 

#4.   Dean hates fucking rain. 

So much so he thinks he might have been a cat in a previous life.  Whatever.

#5. Jensen couldn’t work out how everything got so messed up. Correction, he couldn’t work out how he had got everything so messed up.  Because it was down to him.

That's all my nascent SPN fics, below are the first lines from my 2 original novel length fics I've been faffing with for the last 2 years.

#6  In the beginning there were no words, there was only light.

In the beginning, they were nameless, formless.  They existed and that was enough.  Then one of them found an opening, slipped through, and discovered – a different world.  This world was one of form, and of matter that had names; with solid earth, air that moved and was breathed by living organic beings; and home to forces that threatened to tear the nameless one apart.

#7 

What are you afraid of, Jake Kyle? 

Sleeping.

Dying.

Living.

The colour red.

He was dreaming again.

Flames, a woman burning; a man dying, pinned to a kitchen wall.  Screaming.

Nightmares.  And not even his nightmares; they had belonged to someone he had loved.  As if, he thought bitterly, he didn’t have enough of his own.

                                                                                        ******

Mmm I hadn't thought I had as many as 5 works on the go, but actually there were 3 more with a few lines written....

Edited to include my non Supernatural stuff which I had kind of forgotten about.

WIP meme

Stolen from various people including de_nugis,  claudiapriscus, & adrenalineshots.

The meme: Post the first sentence (or three) from every WIP you're currently working on, even if it's very short. Then invite people to ask questions about your WIPs. 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!

#1.  Perhaps he should have been more wary.  Should have realised it was a trap. 

Scratch that. He knew for certain he’d been the biggest kind of dumbass, and there was no perhaps about it.  But by the time realisation dawned, it was too late and the demons (yes, there was more than one of the bastards) had him pinned, helpless, splayed like a butterfly in an entomologist’s prized collection, up against the warehouse wall. 

#2.  Helpless, Dean watches with a pain-blurred sense of detachment as Sam rocks back on his haunches, maintaining the strange sing-song chant, the lighter voice of Ahnah keeping counterpoint with Sam’s tenor.

His little brother’s bulk is silhouetted against the twilight of the white-night solstice, the wide skies still impossibly cerulean blue at midnight. 

#3.  Sam fired.  The creature was freakishly fast though, and dodged the shot.  His brother was not so lucky. 

#4.   Dean hates fucking rain. 

So much so he thinks he might have been a cat in a previous life.  Whatever.

#5. Jensen couldn’t work out how everything got so messed up. Correction, he couldn’t work out how he had got everything so messed up.  Because it was down to him.

That's all my nascent SPN fics, below are the first lines from my 2 original novel length fics I've been faffing with for the last 2 years.

#6  In the beginning there were no words, there was only light.

In the beginning, they were nameless, formless.  They existed and that was enough.  Then one of them found an opening, slipped through, and discovered – a different world.  This world was one of form, and of matter that had names; with solid earth, air that moved and was breathed by living organic beings; and home to forces that threatened to tear the nameless one apart.

#7 

What are you afraid of, Jake Kyle? 

Sleeping.

Dying.

Living.

The colour red.

He was dreaming again.

Flames, a woman burning; a man dying, pinned to a kitchen wall.  Screaming.

Nightmares.  And not even his nightmares; they had belonged to someone he had loved.  As if, he thought bitterly, he didn’t have enough of his own.

                                                                                        ******

Mmm I hadn't thought I had as many as 5 works on the go, but actually there were 3 more with a few lines written....

Edited to include my non Supernatural stuff which I had kind of forgotten about.

WIP meme

Stolen from various people including de_nugis,  claudiapriscus, & adrenalineshots.

The meme: Post the first sentence (or three) from every WIP you're currently working on, even if it's very short. Then invite people to ask questions about your WIPs. 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!

#1.  Perhaps he should have been more wary.  Should have realised it was a trap. 

Scratch that. He knew for certain he’d been the biggest kind of dumbass, and there was no perhaps about it.  But by the time realisation dawned, it was too late and the demons (yes, there was more than one of the bastards) had him pinned, helpless, splayed like a butterfly in an entomologist’s prized collection, up against the warehouse wall. 

#2.  Helpless, Dean watches with a pain-blurred sense of detachment as Sam rocks back on his haunches, maintaining the strange sing-song chant, the lighter voice of Ahnah keeping counterpoint with Sam’s tenor.

His little brother’s bulk is silhouetted against the twilight of the white-night solstice, the wide skies still impossibly cerulean blue at midnight. 

#3.  Sam fired.  The creature was freakishly fast though, and dodged the shot.  His brother was not so lucky. 

#4.   Dean hates fucking rain. 

So much so he thinks he might have been a cat in a previous life.  Whatever.

#5. Jensen couldn’t work out how everything got so messed up. Correction, he couldn’t work out how he had got everything so messed up.  Because it was down to him.

That's all my nascent SPN fics, below are the first lines from my 2 original novel length fics I've been faffing with for the last 2 years.

#6  In the beginning there were no words, there was only light.

In the beginning, they were nameless, formless.  They existed and that was enough.  Then one of them found an opening, slipped through, and discovered – a different world.  This world was one of form, and of matter that had names; with solid earth, air that moved and was breathed by living organic beings; and home to forces that threatened to tear the nameless one apart.

#7 

What are you afraid of, Jake Kyle? 

Sleeping.

Dying.

Living.

The colour red.

He was dreaming again.

Flames, a woman burning; a man dying, pinned to a kitchen wall.  Screaming.

Nightmares.  And not even his nightmares; they had belonged to someone he had loved.  As if, he thought bitterly, he didn’t have enough of his own.

                                                                                        ******

Mmm I hadn't thought I had as many as 5 works on the go, but actually there were 3 more with a few lines written....

Edited to include my non Supernatural stuff which I had kind of forgotten about.

Hope Has No Boundaries - a fic

An unfinished fic - finally done!

Title: Hope Has No Boundaries
Author: Amber1960
Characters: Sam & Dean (Gen)
Rating: PG-13
Words: 3113
Summary: Sometime between Hollywood Babylon and Folsom Prison Blues, the brothers take on a case in New Mexico. They thought it was a chucacabra, it wasn’t.
Some time late March early April, and sort of en route for Arkansas. There’s probably not enough time in canon for this kind of injury and recovery but hell, that is what fiction is for, right?

Warnings: Episode level gore with a touch of schmoop amid the hurt!boys and angst…oh and swearing.

                                                                                                  *******

Sam fired. The creature was freakishly fast though, and dodged the shot. His brother was not so lucky. Sam watched with horror as blood blossomed obscenely red through Dean’s hands that were clasped instinctively to his stomach, a look of surprise on his rapidly paling face.

Before Sam could react, or even think about reloading, the creature reappeared from nowhere, and the next few moments were filled with a flurry of frantic action; no time to do anything but fight for his own survival.

( Read more... )

Hope Has No Boundaries - a fic

An unfinished fic - finally done!

Title: Hope Has No Boundaries
Author: Amber1960
Characters: Sam & Dean (Gen)
Rating: PG-13
Words: 3113
Summary: Sometime between Hollywood Babylon and Folsom Prison Blues, the brothers take on a case in New Mexico. They thought it was a chucacabra, it wasn’t.
Some time late March early April, and sort of en route for Arkansas. There’s probably not enough time in canon for this kind of injury and recovery but hell, that is what fiction is for, right?

Warnings: Episode level gore with a touch of schmoop amid the hurt!boys and angst…oh and swearing.

                                                                                                  *******

Sam fired. The creature was freakishly fast though, and dodged the shot. His brother was not so lucky. Sam watched with horror as blood blossomed obscenely red through Dean’s hands that were clasped instinctively to his stomach, a look of surprise on his rapidly paling face.

Before Sam could react, or even think about reloading, the creature reappeared from nowhere, and the next few moments were filled with a flurry of frantic action; no time to do anything but fight for his own survival.

( Read more... )

Hope Has No Boundaries - a fic

An unfinished fic - finally done!

Title: Hope Has No Boundaries
Author: Amber1960
Characters: Sam & Dean (Gen)
Rating: PG-13
Words: 3113
Summary: Sometime between Hollywood Babylon and Folsom Prison Blues, the brothers take on a case in New Mexico. They thought it was a chucacabra, it wasn’t.
Some time late March early April, and sort of en route for Arkansas. There’s probably not enough time in canon for this kind of injury and recovery but hell, that is what fiction is for, right?

Warnings: Episode level gore with a touch of schmoop amid the hurt!boys and angst…oh and swearing.

                                                                                                  *******

Sam fired. The creature was freakishly fast though, and dodged the shot. His brother was not so lucky. Sam watched with horror as blood blossomed obscenely red through Dean’s hands that were clasped instinctively to his stomach, a look of surprise on his rapidly paling face.

Before Sam could react, or even think about reloading, the creature reappeared from nowhere, and the next few moments were filled with a flurry of frantic action; no time to do anything but fight for his own survival.

( Read more... )