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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 Red vs Blue fic I can’t seem to figure out.

I’m sitting in the mess, listening to North explain some nuance of AI theory to Wash who looks like he’d rather take a paintball to his balls than pay attention. South’s screaming at the cafeteria lady about the state of the salad bar, and Florida is stupidly getting involved despite the odds of being stabbed with a fork. At the other end of the table, Maine’s up ten-zip over Wyoming in an arm wrestling competition that has attracted the attention of more than a few people. It’s just your typical lunch affair. Absolutely nothing out of the ordinary happening here today. Nothing.

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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 an older The 100 fic I was thinking of finishing up. Thirteen-year-old Bellamy and his friends get into all sorts of trouble exploring the Ark one night.

“Initiating pressurization,” a computer voice says.

Kimble’s eyes grow wide. “What does that mean?”

“I don’t know?” Bellamy’s voice cracks as he pulls at his hair.

Wil scrambles up to stand next to Bellamy. “It means the airlock is getting ready to open.”

 

Six Sentences on Sunday

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

Fudging it a little with seven sentences. The gang visits a resort planet that doesn’t allow armor making things a little difficult for Church and his robot body. (Does not fit in canon at all but was fun to write.)

“Well,” Tucker said, “the way I see it, you have two choices–you can either be a mime or just stay on the ship. Brooding. But, hey, at least you’ll have your morals to keep you company.”

Church turned to Carolina and Wash leaning against the wall. “You know, you two could like back me up or something here.”

Wash slipped into a leather jacket and shrugged. “I think Tucker makes a solid argument.”

Six Sentences on Sunday

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

“My people are very superstitious, and this child is nothing but bad luck.”
Bellamy’s whole body tenses.  How could they say that? She’s a little girl for crying out loud.
“Apparently,” says Octavia, “people around her tend to die. They believe anyone that interacts with her will suffer the same fate.”

Six Sentences on Sunday

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

I’ve been editing this story from April 2017 camp.

“After yesterday, I didn’t think you’d come.” He looks away, biting his lip.

“We had a fight. We fight all of the time–it’s kind of what our entire friendship is built on.”

“We’re friends?” he asks, still with that small voice.

How could he not know that?

Six Sentences on Sunday

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

From an unpublished fluff fic. Caboose tries to explain his fear of the dark to an exhausted Wash.

“It’s not the dark that’s scary, but the not being able to see anything. Church used to… sometimes he would stay with me and be glowy so it wasn’t so scary. He wouldn’t talk unless to tell me to stop snoring, but he would stay. Then I had a flashlight. It wasn’t as good as glowy Church. It died.”

…just like Church. 😦

Six Sentences on Sunday

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

With a huff of frustration, she threw off her blankets and chucked the pillow at her door then kicked and smacked the mattress under her. It wasn’t any more impressed than the door. The clock on her desk told her it was 2:20. She was laying there, considering her options (which mostly consisted of her sleeping in her headphones with active noise cancellation or homicide–a tough decision in her circumstances) when a loud cheer came from down the hall.

The party wasn’t ending any time soon. Homicide it was.

Six Sentences on Sunday

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

They never come back from their last mission.

North and South; Maine and Wash; Connie and York.

Just gone.

Now the last search team is missing. Florida and Wyoming went out two days ago. They should have been back by now.

Six Sentences on Sunday

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

It was one of those nights again. Wash’s screams echoing through the halls. They don’t talk about it because what’s there to say? They all have nightmares—flashbacks to the horrors of their past lives. Just Wash has more than one life to account for in his head. That means three times the number of sleepless nights.

Six Sentences on Sunday

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

From a Buffy fic for the prompt: she still misses her mother every day

One month later, she could feel again. Whatever that was worth because they weren’t feelings she wanted.

After a year, Buffy grew frustrated. The weight still pressed tightly on her chest. She still cried into her pillow at night. Still caught herself talking to ghosts.

Today is Mother’s Day. It’s my 18th year as a mother. It’s my 18th one without my mom. Eighteen years and I still think about her every single day. It’s no longer overwhelmingly sad, though. It just is. And yet, I still get this urge to call my mom when one of the kids does something especially memorable. It’s a letdown every time I remember I can’t.

Sometimes I still cry in my pillow.

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