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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.~*~

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

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~*~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

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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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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

Six Sentences on Sunday

sixsentencesTake any six sentences from one of your current works in progress and post them.

“Are you going to tell me you’re pregnant?” He’s teasing, but the thought sends a shot of panic through his system. He bites his cheek. “Please tell me you’re not pregnant.”

“It’s triplets. Bubba says we can get married at the biker hall, but I gotta shank a bitch to get in first.”

-from a modern au of The 100 where Bellamy and Octavia are trying to figure out their lives after their mother dies.
(I never thought I’d write modern au’s because I like to stick mostly to canon, but they’re kind of addictive.)

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