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Six Sentences on Sunday

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

From one of my camp fanfics I’ve been working on:

Bellamy cringes. “Is it that bad?”

“I wouldn’t worry,” Clarke says flatly as she starts to clean his hand–wiping away the oil and blood from his knuckles.

“How can I go wrong with that stunning vote of confidence?” He gives her a wicked smile when she looks up. He swears she blushes.

Six Sentences on Sunday

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

From a fanfic from Camp NaNo I was adding to:

“And I didn’t peg you as a comedian. I was right.”

“Annoying and snarky. A winning combination. The guys must be lining up at your door.”

“You’ll never know.”

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 looks at Octavia he sees his best friend–the person he swore to protect with his life. And now he knows he did nothing but fail her. He kicks off his boots then nudges Octavia over so he can climb into the bed. He tugs the pillow from her hands and tucks his arm under her head. She sniffles into his shoulder.

“I’m sorry, O,” he whispers.

Six Sentences on Sunday

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

“Go get some rest,” Clarke tells him. “I just need-” She trails off, but Bellamy gets it. When privacy is at a premium, any chance to be alone is precious.

Bellamy stands and gently squeezes her shoulder. He hates leaving her like this, but he knows she needs the time to work through whatever is in her head.

–From a fanfic I was writing earlier today.

Six Sentences on Sunday

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

“God,” he moaned into his hands.

“What’s wrong?” Bree asked, running her hands over his chest, nails scratching his heated skin.

He grabbed her hands. “Nothing’s wrong.”

She fell away with a huff. When he glanced over his shoulder, she was sitting with her arms crossed over her chest in a pout.

From a fanfic I was writing the other night.

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 working on:

“Bellamy!” someone shouts.

He turns as Rachel pushes through a group of people and jumps into his arms. She kisses him, practically shoving her tongue down his throat. “Whoa,” he says, jerking back. “It’s good to see you?”

She laughs and kisses him again, this time in a more appropriate way for the setting.

Six Sentences on Sunday

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

From the fanfic I’m editing right now:

He squats down and pushes a strand of hair behind her ear. “Clarke, you do so much for us, and we repay you with whining and complaining and making you clean up the mess on your own. You deserve better than that.”

She shakes her head, pushing the plate away.

Bellamy holds it on her lap. “It’s time you let someone take of you for a change.”

Six Sentences on Sunday

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

From a The 100 fic I was writing last night:

“You’re not a hallucination?”

“No. I’m real. This is real.”

Bellamy arches one eyebrow. “That’s exactly what a hallucination would say.”

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.”

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