Six Sentences on Sunday
Take any six sentences from one of your current works in progress and post them.
“Are you going to tell me you’re pregnant?” He’s teasing, but the thought sends a shot of panic through his system. He bites his cheek. “Please tell me you’re not pregnant.”
“It’s triplets. Bubba says we can get married at the biker hall, but I gotta shank a bitch to get in first.”
-from a modern au of The 100 where Bellamy and Octavia are trying to figure out their lives after their mother dies.
(I never thought I’d write modern au’s because I like to stick mostly to canon, but they’re kind of addictive.)