I was tagged by @slowlimbs who I’ve also been writing with uh, almost constantly for the past five months, so a lot of these aren’t necessarily the first lines of the story, but the first lines that I wrote.
Rules: List all the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all!). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favourite opening line. Then tag some of your favourite authors
a little more stupid, a little more scared // reddie, eddie/omc, hockzier(??) what’s richie/patrick? // WIP (written with @slowlimbs) Eddie gets a boyfriend, Richie pines and ends up turning to the unlikeliest of souls.
Richie likes working the bar, most nights. He likes the work and the rush of the nighttime crowd — time flies when you’re busy.
when i look back you are gone // reddie, eddie/omc // completed, in edits (written with @slowlimbs) half college AU, half horror-story: Eddie leaves for New York with his mother, and loses Richie piece by piece. Richie ends up in the same city, years later, college bound, and pulls a push door.
He’s sixteen, and he has never waited more than two weeks for a call or a letter from Eddie.
Common Blue Violet // shyan // complete // the shyan hanahaki fic I never thought I’d write, but I’m glad I did. Why do I always end up writing about vomit so MUCH?
People weren’t joking when they said that spiritual energy was just stronger in older countries.
The world is changed because you are made of ivory and gold (part 1 of when we hit the city limits don’t forget me for a minute (tonight) // reddie // completed (written with @slowlimbs) the longest fic we never meant to make so long. The house on Neibolt street collapses. And then Eddie wakes up.
Richie had stayed in town.
Kisses are a better fate than wisdom // reddie // completed oneshot // Richie and Eddie’s first kiss
They’re fourteen, kneeling in the grass and the soft, dry earth of the Barrens as Eddie picks out a bee stringer that Richie (through no fault of my own! he kept shouting — the intensity of it indicating it was, entirely, his fault) has embedded in his palm.
Try to Come Tonight // brigitte/sam (Ginger Snaps), Trina character exploration // completed // Everyone lives (including Trina) and Brigitte goes to see Sam with a problem. Brigitte and Ginger struggle with the sharper edges of their relationship. Brigitte explores what it means to be female.
She didn’t go back to the greenhouse after Ginger was cured.
There’s nothing going wrong in your empty home // gen (WOW) (Ginger Snaps), but also trina/sam, brigitte/sam // completed // a character study of Sam before Halloween, 1999
Sam lives inside the stories other people tell about him.
When you close your eyes, is it hell you see? // brigitte/ghost (Ginger Snaps) // completed // my first(?) fully wlw fic!! Ghost and Brigitte leave Happier Times Care centre and set out on their own. Something blossoms along the way, but it isn’t love. Is it?
Anyway, it starts with a nightmare.
Meditations on sunlight and time // shyan // completed // just a little oneshot. Shane thinks about some things. Most of them involve Ryan.
Shane takes comfort in simple things.
If we were meant to be we would’ve been by now // brigitte/ghost, brigitte/sam (Ginger Snaps) // completed. Kind of a fix-it AU. Sam and Brigitte meet again years after the events on Halloween, 1999 and delve into the wreckage of their shared trauma, attempting to cultivate a friendship that had just barely gotten started almost a decade before.
It’s his voice she recognizes first.
He Doesn’t Like You // trina/sam, brigitte/sam // completed // a character study of trina that accidentally made me fall in love with her as a character
Jason McCardy smokes pot in front of his three little sisters and he lets them eat cereal for supper when he’s supposed to be watching them because his parents aren’t home.
Theory Number 7 // shyan // completed // oh, this monstrosity. written with someone I knew, once. AU where Ryan and Shane meet and fall in love, only it’s the zombie apocalypse.
His fingers are gently sliding and tugging over this red string.
The constellations reveal themselves one star at a time // brigitte/sam // completed // written as catharsis to help me process abuse in my own past, Brigitte and Sam create a world together; one in which Brigitte gradually begins to overcome the abuse she underwent at the hands of her sister, Ginger.
The cops come.
Ghouls in my Head, Fires Underground // shyan // completed // I always forget I’ve written this one but it’s one of my faves? Shane ends up living at Ryan’s and really, it’s no big deal. Until it is.
Shane thinks things through too hard to ever really slip up — at least not in any substantial way — not with Ryan, anyway.
(this changes)
On the first night of our future // shyan // completed // a spooky little oneshot where something happens (spooky), then something else happens (gay), and Ryan and Shane take a closer look at what’s between them.
There is something about sleeping on the floor that Shane is a fan of, even though he’s thirty-two and maybe too old for this, but hey, he’s a fucking ghost hunter for a job — or well, okay, no, he’s a producer, but he’s also a ghost hunter, so really, there’s not a lot to be said about his normality, to put it one way.
Hot Scary Summer // shyan // completed // The boys hunt some ghosts, make some impulsive choices, and try their best to sort out what it means to get to the heart of this thing.
All things considered, Ryan thinks, later, that finding a ghost would have been more likely than what actually happened.
Maelstrom // shyan // completed // roadtrip fic where shane leaves LA for New York City for six months, and has Doubts. Ryan rents a van. This maybe is a fic about self-acceptance.
It... it hasn’t exactly come at the most convenient time.
I love your bones part 1 of the I love your bones series // shyan // completed // The first unsolved fic I wrote. Shane struggles with loving Ryan, and the walls he isn’t sure he should take down.
“I— I gotta be honest, man, I don’t know if I can go home by myself tonight.”
untitled AU loosely based on Welcome to Night Vale/those posts that go around sometimes talking about liminal spaces and spooky americana, and all the rural/urban/suburban/regional gothics // reddie // WIP (written with @slowlimbs)
The gas station is really more of a convenience store when it comes right down to it.
Long is the way // brigitte/sam // WIP (written with @ac0rntea) a fix-it. Unhurried, soft as smoke.
The house is eerily quiet.
I don’t have a favourite, first lines are weird. If I’ve learned anything here, it’s that I wrote a lot of run-on sentences when I was writing shyan back in 2018/19 hahaha
Tagging @dystopiary @ebp-brain if you want, and anyone else who wants to do it. (tag me to let me know you did!)
