Six Sentences on Sunday
~*~Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project — published, in progress, for your cat — whatever.~*~
He puts his hands up in mock surrender. “Just saying you have that look about you.”
“Like you have a Titanic-size stick up your ass.”
Monroe nearly snorts beer out of her nose. Traitor, Clarke thinks.
–From a modern AU The 100 fic I’m working on.