First? Idk your fics' names so let's say your favorite ?
let’s go with the original stuff i’m working on! This is from Thaumatology (and more than a sentence, ope)
His left ankle stopped working, making his right cross over it and pitching his body to the side. Ollie swung his weight in the opposite direction, turning his lanky frame into a stumble rather than a full collapse. Behind him, the bright, white letters resting on a blue background read GLENFIELD MALL. It was dark out, about two or three in the morning, so the halo of it stood out like a very disappointing north star.
“DICKHEADS!” He screamed, kicking out into nothing.
This time, he wasn’t able to save the motion, and he dropped like a brick into the empty street. He’d had enough alcohol for his body to feel syrupy and numb, and for his brain to become rather fixated on his ex, Linda. Who had left him for Todd. Who worked at the Mall. The Mall which had been nearby the Pub. Where Ollie had spent the last three or four hours working himself into a stupor.
“FuCK!” Ollie yelled at the sky, wallowing in self pity and beer gut.
He wasn’t expecting the sky to answer back. But it did.