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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. ~~

She started to stir as they tried to figure out how to get her back up the mountain.

“Clarke?” Bellamy pushed the hair from her face then gently wiped a streak of dirt from her temple with his thumb.

She groaned. Then her eyes opened. She blinked a few times before focusing on Micah.

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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. ~~

Not from a story, but notes for my NaNo novel. A bit of dialogue popped into my head that I had to jot down (conversation between the two main characters):

“You don’t like dogs?”
“They smell and slobber everywhere–what’s not to like?”
“Barkley’s just a big, sweet dufus.”
“Unless Lassie here can fetch me a soda or rescue Timmy from a grizzly bear, he’s pretty darn useless.”
“He makes people smile, and that’s helpful enough.”
“If you say so, but when Timmy’s being eaten by the bear, you’re going to wish Lassie can do more than roll in the dirt and look cute.”

Six Sentences on Sunday

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

From a fanfic:

Bellamy crossed his arms and stared her down. It was immature, and he knew it, but he couldn’t seem to stop himself. His mother would throw a fit if she saw him acting this way. He let his arms drop to his sides, shame flooding him. “I can’t sit around anymore when I know she’s out there alone. She needs me.”

Six Sentences on Sunday

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

From a fanfic:

When he woke in the morning, Clarke was gone. His heart seized in a momentary panic before he heard her voice from the kitchen talking softly with someone. He rubbed his burning eyes and stifled a groan. His entire body ached. It took a long time to force himself into a sitting position. He stretched his legs out and examined the cut on his shin. It was going to leave a nasty scar.

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 should take a look at that.”

She didn’t even give him time to protest before she pulled up his shirt. “Usually girls have to buy me dinner before I let them tear my clothes off.”

Clarke snorted. “In your dreams.”

You have no idea.

Six Sentences on Sunday

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

From a fanfic:

Instead, he zipped her jacket to her chin. He wished he had a hat to give her. She just stared up at him, eyes slightly unfocused. Crap. He brushed her hair away and slid his thumb over the growing bump on her temple. So not good.

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 editing.

She gets lost in the kiss. It’s like the sun shining on her for the first time, filling parts of her she didn’t know were in the shadows. She’s lost all concept of time. There’s only her and him and their lips.

Bellamy finally pulls away, panting. “God, I’ve wanted to do that for so long.”

 

Six Sentences on Sunday

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

From a fanfic:

“You’re going to run, aren’t you?”

Bellamy stared at her for a long moment, heart pounding again–she had a way of seeing right through him. He swallowed hard. “Yeah, I’m going to run. You expect me to stay? They’re going to kill me.”

Six Sentences on Sunday

sixsentences

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

From an AU fanfic I’ve been working on.

Clarke stood in the middle of the room glaring at him. “Is he going to watch?”

“He’s assisting me,” Octavia said calmly, slipping the dress from the hangar.

“He doesn’t seem to be doing much assisting. His dress-carrying skills are top-notch, though.”

Bellamy rolled his eyes, grinding his teeth to keep from saying something he’ll regret.

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’m editing:

Her lip is caught between her teeth again as she stares up at him. Water trickles down her neck and exposed shoulders. He forces his eyes to stay on her face. This is way too close. This was something he wanted to avoid. Her, him, a foot of space between them and that crazy heat that keeps building.

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