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Six Sentences on Sunday

sixsentences~*~Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project — published, in progress, for your cat — whatever.~*~

From a fanfic I was working on:

Kimble uses the distraction to kick Bellamy in the knee. He collapses, pain shooting down his leg. Kimble jumps on top of him, slamming his head into the ground. The metal decking digs into his temple and tears at his ear.

Bellamy’s pinned down, but Kimble’s about fifteen pounds lighter. And he has a broken arm.

Six Sentences on Sunday

sixsentences~*~Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project — published, in progress, for your cat — whatever.~*~

From another The 100 fic I was writing just for me.

“It’s one of my favorite books. Dorothy is taken away from her dreary, gray world and to someplace colorful and magical.”

Bellamy understands. “You’re Dorothy, and the Earth is Oz.”

Her laugh is hollow. “Some Oz.”

Six Sentences on Sunday

sixsentences~*~Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project — published, in progress, for your cat — whatever.~*~

Bellamy doesn’t let him pass. “How about you go talk to your girlfriend and leave Clarke alone. She obviously doesn’t want to talk to you.”

“She apparently doesn’t want to talk to you either.”

“Which is why I’m here and she’s there and we’re not talking. See how that works?”

–from my modern au The 100 fic

Six Sentences on Sunday

sixsentences
~*~Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project — published, in progress, for your cat — whatever.~*~

Bellamy suddenly clamps his arms around her with a growl.

“Quit wiggling around,” he says into her ear, voice rough.

Clarke bites down on her lip to keep from laughing. “Sorry.”

Bellamy leans his forehead against the back of her head and shakes it. “You’re killing me, princess.”

–from an untitled modern au The 100 fic in which everyone goes camping.

Six Sentences on Sunday

sixsentences
~*~Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project — published, in progress, for your cat — whatever.~*~

Strong hands caught her, setting her back on her feet. She remembered a second too late that she was wandering around the forest alone, not at all paying attention to her surroundings. Bellamy would be pissed.

Sure enough she looked up into dark, angry eyes. She felt her face flush, sending prickles down her neck as the heat of embarrassment fought with the sting of the winter air.

“What are you doing?” Bellamy demanded, dropping his hands.

–a random The 100 fanfic (aren’t they all–one of these days I might actually finish one)

Six Sentences on Sunday

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~*~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.”

“What look?”

“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.

Six Sentences on Sunday

sixsentences
~*~Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project — published, submitted, in progress, for your cat — whatever.~*~

A two-for today.

Finally an adult shows up. She’s kind of tall with curly brown hair and pretty eyes. Bellamy watches her from under his hand. She greets all of the kids then makes her way towards him. His heart flips. It’s been a while since he’s talked to a girl that wasn’t Octavia or the trolls he works with.

–From “Unbreak My Heart,” a modern AU The 100 fanfic.

Anger boils up. Why does she have to be so ungrateful all of the time? But then she starts crying again. Big, stupid, alligator tears spilling down her cheeks, soaking the knees of her pants. Something wrenches in his chest then drops to the pit of his stomach. He kind of thinks it’s his heart.

–From “Broken Down Merry-Go-Round,” a The 100 fanfic

Six Sentences on Sunday

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He chuckles. “I’m a big boy, Clarke. I can handle listening to you talk about your girlfriend.” It’s the closest either of them have come to acknowledging his pretty obvious feelings for her. It’s the truth, though—he’s adult enough to just be her friend if that’s what she needs. Even if it hurts.

From “Worn Around the Edges”, a The 100 fanfic set after the season 3 finale.

Six Sentences on Sunday

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“Leave them,” Denny shouts. Bea might not understand the words, but she understands the sentiment. She screams then takes the axe to the next cage–the screech of metal on metal echoing in the stark room.

Denny spits in disgust. “Crazy old fool,” he mutters. “Let’s get out of here.”

From a The 100 fanfic.

Six Sentences on Sunday

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His eyes slide closed, and he has to force himself to stay awake. They’d offered him some full time hours at the restaurant for the week. Sixteen hour days plus the commute there, between jobs, and back home were going to kill him. It left him six and a half hours to shower, sleep and eat. And spend time with Octavia. In his life, there literally weren’t enough hours in the day.

–From “Unbreak My Heart,” a modern au The 100 fic

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