Six Sentences on Sunday
Take any six sentences from one of your current works in progress and post them.
Sometimes he just doesn’t know what to think of her. Two days ago, he watched her plunge a knife into someone’s neck. She didn’t do it all cold and emotionless. No, not Clarke Griffin. She hummed, showing the compassion of a lover as she killed a boy she didn’t even know to save him from a drawn-out painful death. In that moment, he’d seen someone completely different from the pretentious know-it-all getting in the way of his fun.
-From a The 100 fic I was working on last night–Bellamy thinking about Clarke as she mourns Wells’ death.