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It's a meming kind of lunch break...
Two in one day! This one's snagged from dreamsofspike. She picked 20 of her fics... I don't have quite that many, so I just did all of them. :)
The following are some first lines from my fic. If you want to play, pick whichever one tickles your fancy, write a ficlet or a drabble with the same first line and leave it in my comments. (And if the muse strikes, I might even drabble back at you.) Feel free to take as many liberties as you wish.
As a side note, I'd just like to point out that ALL my fics are catalogued in my memories now, and I'm almost done updating the links in the sidebar. Which means I have no more excuses for procrastinating on writing fic, lol. But hey, if you post your first lines, maybe I'll drabble.
dreamsofspike. She picked 20 of her fics... I don't have quite that many, so I just did all of them. :)The following are some first lines from my fic. If you want to play, pick whichever one tickles your fancy, write a ficlet or a drabble with the same first line and leave it in my comments. (And if the muse strikes, I might even drabble back at you.) Feel free to take as many liberties as you wish.
Being Somebody Else: I have a secret.
Accept No Substitutes: “I don’t understand,” Spike moped from his perch at the foot of Willow’s bed.
Silence Speaks: When the spell broke, it took Spike a moment to remember that he was supposed to be disgusted.
Evil Me: Spike downed another shot of whiskey and closed his eyes, waiting to feel the effect.
Beyond This Life: When Dawn first woke up, she didn’t know where she was.
Ebbing of the Tide: “Buffy, it’s started.”
The Fire Within: Buffy pulled away from Spike, breaking the kiss as the music faded.
Knock On Wood: He’d just sprinkled the burba weed into his blood when he felt the shiver go up his spine.
The Hardest Thing in the World: “This is hell.”
Love's Bitch: The night air was thick with moisture, the tepid stillness that preceded a violent break in the humidity.
Other Things the Road to Hell is Paved With: “Coffee!” Willow chirped as she entered the Magic Box carrying two cardboard trays.
Slay Bells: “It’s just not right,” Buffy said, taking in the inexplicable sight before her.
When in Rome: Spike stared after Andrew as the door closed behind him, wondering how Andrew had managed to convince not one, but two women that he was straight.
Shadows of a Brighter Day: A dusting of snow coated the ground where she fought, and she left her footprints behind as though marking the steps of a dance she knew by heart.
Turning a Corner in Istanbul: Willow pressed her cell phone to one ear and jammed her hand against the other to block out the noise.
Moonlight: He looks at her, awash in moonlight.
Unchained: “Just… give me something,” Spike pleaded.
Thaw: You’re a little bit relieved when you find out it’s just her.
Predator: “Spike, listen!”
Accept No Substitutes: “I don’t understand,” Spike moped from his perch at the foot of Willow’s bed.
Silence Speaks: When the spell broke, it took Spike a moment to remember that he was supposed to be disgusted.
Evil Me: Spike downed another shot of whiskey and closed his eyes, waiting to feel the effect.
Beyond This Life: When Dawn first woke up, she didn’t know where she was.
Ebbing of the Tide: “Buffy, it’s started.”
The Fire Within: Buffy pulled away from Spike, breaking the kiss as the music faded.
Knock On Wood: He’d just sprinkled the burba weed into his blood when he felt the shiver go up his spine.
The Hardest Thing in the World: “This is hell.”
Love's Bitch: The night air was thick with moisture, the tepid stillness that preceded a violent break in the humidity.
Other Things the Road to Hell is Paved With: “Coffee!” Willow chirped as she entered the Magic Box carrying two cardboard trays.
Slay Bells: “It’s just not right,” Buffy said, taking in the inexplicable sight before her.
When in Rome: Spike stared after Andrew as the door closed behind him, wondering how Andrew had managed to convince not one, but two women that he was straight.
Shadows of a Brighter Day: A dusting of snow coated the ground where she fought, and she left her footprints behind as though marking the steps of a dance she knew by heart.
Turning a Corner in Istanbul: Willow pressed her cell phone to one ear and jammed her hand against the other to block out the noise.
Moonlight: He looks at her, awash in moonlight.
Unchained: “Just… give me something,” Spike pleaded.
Thaw: You’re a little bit relieved when you find out it’s just her.
Predator: “Spike, listen!”
As a side note, I'd just like to point out that ALL my fics are catalogued in my memories now, and I'm almost done updating the links in the sidebar. Which means I have no more excuses for procrastinating on writing fic, lol. But hey, if you post your first lines, maybe I'll drabble.
Beyond This Life: When Dawn first woke up, she didn’t know where she was.
When Dawn first woke up, she didn’t know where she was.
But she did know that something – everything – was different. Her sight was limited to two small portals that closed and opened. And while all of her still ‘felt’, her sense of touch was dulled – sheathed – by some sort of thin, warm casing.
She closed the small portals and focused on the memories that were fading to nothing with every passing moment of awakeness.
Monks.
Chanting.
Her energy being forced… condensed… into the pliable, malleable, delicate sleeve that now held it.
The memory of the pain – the loss – was deep, intense…, all encompassing; and it shot through her with a hot, liquid ache that made her double over.
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“DAWWWWWWWNNNNNNN!” Buffy screeched angrily from her room.
____
Dawn Summers opened her eyes and unfolded her form; hiding the last vestiges of the key – the energy – deep in her core.
“Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaatttt?!”
Re: Beyond This Life: When Dawn first woke up, she didn’t know where she was.