It's a meming kind of lunch break...
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next_to_normalTwo 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.
Being Somebody Else: I have a secret.
Date: Apr. 30th, 2008 12:17 am (UTC)A secret I haven’t shared with anyone. Not even with him.
I am going to tell him. Today. Or tomorrow…. Soon.
But for now, for now… I’m just enjoying ‘having a secret’.
A little/big thing that’s all mine. All mine.
Wrapping my arms around my waist, I pull my secret closer to me.
There were things I would need to think about – to do – sometime soon.
But for now, for now… I’m just enjoying ‘wondering’.
Wondering about this little/big magic.
Wondering if it’s a he. Or a she.
If it will look like me. Or him….
My smile flies loose and free again.
I haven’t been able to cage it for days now.
I’m honestly surprised that none of them have noticed; noticed how unbelievably, undeniably happy I am – how overwhelmingly filled by my secret I am.
Well, to say no one had noticed is not exactly true. I think he’s noticed.
It’s in his eyes, when he looks at me…. He knows. He knows ‘something’.
Willow walked around the mausoleum and knocked on the door.
When he opened it, a smile – that smile – graced his beautiful, angular face, and his blue eyes locked with hers.
As he stepped back and let her into his home, she wondered about blue eyes, or green eyes… brown hair, or red hair…
… and then his arms were wrapped around her waist, his lips were at her neck, his coolness was against her warmth.
Willow grinned. Maybe she would tell him. Soon. Or tomorrow…. Now.
Turning in his arms, Willow hugged Spike closer, “Baby, I have a secret.”
Re: Being Somebody Else: I have a secret.
Date: Apr. 30th, 2008 01:28 am (UTC)