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Teaser snippet meme July 15, 2008

Posted by Erin Ptah in And Shine Heaven Now, Memes.
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If you happen to be working on some creative writing project, fanfiction or NaNoWriMo or what have you, post exactly one sentence/paragraph/whatever from each of your current work(s) in progress in your journal. It should probably be your favourite or most intriguing sentence so far, but what you choose is entirely your discretion. Mention the title (and genre) if you like, but don’t mention anything else — this is merely to whet the general appetite for your forthcoming work(s).

I’ve included comics and mixes too, for maximum fandom variety.


Character!Stephen: “Hey! You can’t push me around like this! …with your tough, muscular, manly forearms. Nosirree.”

(Untitled: TCR/AC360. One-shot.)


The Doctor (Tom Baker): “Sarah Jane, this man is an idiot.”

(Also untitled: TCR/Doctor Who. One-shot.)


Integra: This seems almost familiar . . . but that’s impossible! A demon of Hell, here? Nothing like this has happened in the history of England!

(“Getting Sick of Fangirls”: Hellsing. Current storyline, And Shine Heaven Now.)


Nobody likes you when you’re [forty-six] / And you still act like you’re in freshman year / What the hell is wrong with me? / My friends say I should act my age / What’s my age again?

(“I Got Somethin’ To Say”: Strangers With Candy. Character study.)


Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way.

(“London In Memoriam”: Hellsing. Setting/plot.)


When Sleepybones says he’s feeling tired / Lazyhead wants to rest / When Lazyhead says it’s “number one” / Sleepybones says it’s “best”

(“Red Versus Blue”: TCR. Pairing mix.)


There’s something marvelous within me / Where is anyone who’s as charming as me? [Translated from the Hindu.]

(“Why More Other Words Need Me?”: TCR. Character study.)


It’s all about us / All about us / We’ll run away if we must / ‘Cause you know / It’s all about us

(“It’s Hard Out Here For A Pimp(ess)”: Marimite. Multipairing character study. (I also have an instrumental Marimite mix in the works, but obviously it has no lines that I can quote.))


Hand of hope, come and change me / Out of ashes make me whole / Lift me up and recreate me / And help me overcome myself / Lead me from hell

(“I’ll Be Good”: TCR. Character(‘s inner child) study.)


“I — I — I’m sorry,” panted Stephen. “We can’t.”

“Well, why not?” demanded Jon irritably.

Stephen looked like he might cry. “It’s not you, Jon. It’s me. Please understand.”

Jon tried to be calm as he sat up, though the awkwardness of the motion only stoked his frustration, because the other man sounded so genuinely anguished. “I don’t, Stephen. I don’t understand. What’s wrong with this?”

Stephen began to rock back and forth on his heels. “I’m — damaged, Jon.”

“Yeah. I know. You’ve spend the last three months working on it. You don’t need to fix it all before we have sex, do you?”

“Some damage can’t be fixed!”

(“All The King’s Horses”: TCR. Three parts.)


Ace chuckled quietly at this for a moment, then noticed that Gary wasn’t laughing. “Something the matter, ‘lifetime companion’?”

(Still needs a title: The Ambiguously Gay Duo. One-shot.)


There was a strangely foggy feeling in his head as he pried his eyelids open. Fortunately, the bright colors and strangely abstract patterns around him convinced him that he was still dreaming, so he closed them again.

A few minutes after that, when he neither lost consciousness nor found himself waking up in his own bed, he opened his eyes and let the scene around him come together.

There was no mistaking it: red and blue, stars and stripes, the name “Colbert” assaulting him in half a dozen different fonts.

(Untitled Colbunker fic: TCR. This is almost all I’ve written, but it’ll be very long eventually.)


Stephen loves having a big extended family. Thanks to his siblings, he has amassed an inexhaustible store of teases, taunts, tricks, torments, and terrors, all learned at his own expense; without younger cousins, he would have no way to pass them on.

And to this day, he intones in a low voice, the finger was NEVER FOUND…

The kids are hanging on to his every word, wide-eyed and breathless.

(“Eleven”: TCR, collection of 11 ficlets.)


“Are you crazy?” exclaimed Jon abruptly. (The other man’s head jerked upward in shock: the first sign of life he had shown.) “That room was on fire! You could have burned to death! What are you doing just sitting here?”

The stranger just stared, eyes huge.

“You can talk,” snapped Jon, irritated. His own magical abilities would have fit in a thimble with room to spare, but they were enough to tell him that this man was not a mute.

“Did Papa Bear send you?” asked the stranger.

(Untitled fantasy AU: TDS/TCR ensemble, will be long someday.)


Daddy crouches next to him to speak into his ear. “What do you want to do first, kiddo? Play a game? Get something to eat? Your choice. You’re the birthday boy, after all.”

“G-game,” stammers Seamus.

“Good choice.” Daddy produces a roll of quarters and places it reverently in Seamus’ palm, solid and heavy with the promise of many rounds of Mega Ultra Death Zords X-Treme. “Pick your favorite, and play as much as you like. Daddy will be over by the snack bar.”

“Aren’t you gonna play with me?”

“What? A big boy like you—how old are you, ten?”


(Five Times Seamus Noblet Found Trouble: Strangers With Candy, obviously five parts.)


Stewart – whose full name and title was Holy Father Stewart Walker Texas Ranger DeGeneres Colbert – took a moment to rein in his excitement. Then he said, in a much calmer voice, “Madam President,” (the T on President was silent), “I have discovered in the Holy Recordings information of potentially vital importance to national security.”

President Colbert nodded. “Great. The thing is, you can’t keep pulling rank on my poor secretary. It’s her job to keep people from barging in unnanounced, even a student of the Colbible as eminent as yourself.”

(Untitled: Far-future TCR, one-shot, though there might be more in this universe if I ever get around to establishing it.)


14. Music
The bricks are supposed to stop the incessant yowling that Krazy calls playing the banjo, but all they do is change the tune to “There Is A Happy Land.”

(1setence Krazy/Ignatz claim: Krazy Kat, 50 sentences.)


“Sorry that we weren’t back sooner,” said Kilbornomir. “We must have seen a dozen rabbits, but ol’ Stepholas here wouldn’t let me shoot any of them.”

“Only a fool or an egomaniac would kill a rabbit this close to Second Forest,” replied Stepholas. “And I am certainly an egomaniac, but, sir, I am not a fool.”

(The Lord of the Reports: The Fellowship of the Tie, chapter 17. Self-explanatory.)


Stephen has just gotten his learner’s, and Jon has a car.

Jon insists on some actual practice, so Stephen reluctantly spends five heart-stopping minutes kicking up dust and grazing trees; and then he pulls over and they’re on each other, panting with all the frenzied enthusiasm of teenage boys plus the adrenaline rush of a near-death experience.

(Untitled failed attempt to do the music meme. TCR-based AU, five drabbles.)


“I’m not boring you, am I?”

Stephen closes his eyes to think about this one. Is he bored? Boredom seems like a lot of effort. “No,” he says at last. “You aren’t boring me. Keep talking about . . . whatever it was.”

“You weren’t listening,” says Jon. “It’s okay, Stephen. You can tell me to stop if you want. I won’t be upset.”

“No!” cries Stephen, hugging his knees against a sudden onslaught of panic. He can’t remember why, but someone has to be talking, and it’s all he can do to drag together enough words to form a sentence, so he can’t keep it up. “Talk, Jon! You have to talk!”

(Till It Be Morrow: TCR, one-shot.)


Someone,” replied Stephen icily, “has taken my favorite flag pin. I’m not resting until I find it.”

“Is that it on your lapel?” asked Ed.

“No,” said Stephen with long-suffering patience, “this is my second favorite flag pin. My favorite flag pin has gone missing. Don’t think you’re above suspicion just because you don’t love America.”

“Hey!” shouted Rob. “I love America very much! If I could, I would take America out to dinner, and later that night, if America was up for it, I would totally do America!”

Ed coughed loudly.

At the sound, Stephen turned white. “Keep your germs away from me!” he yelped, stumbling back towards the door.

(“See The Little Unicorn There”: TDS-era “Stephen”fic, one-shot.)




1. fenellaevangela - July 15, 2008

Well, my appetite has certainly been whet! I’m most intrigued by this future-fic (Stewart’s name has me giggling. A lot :-D)

2. lavinialavender @ livejournal - July 15, 2008

Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way.
Total approval.

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