#tiny excerpt

[martyred-conquered]

And the hidden nymphs watch the pair Dripping, dripping, dripping Waiting silent for their time

[courtforshort15]

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Hello my love!!! Because you're the first one, I gave you a few sentences!

Behold, a tiny excerpt from my fic titled The Only Way Out is Through

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Once seated, cane and briefcase now resting on the cold, chrome table, he turns his body completely towards yours, legs spread wide to bracket yours in. He leans forward, his voice quiet, and you prepare for the inquisition that's about to be thrown your way.

"You gonna tell me what happened?"

You shift your eyes to the right, avoiding looking at his face, and you can't tell if it's in shame or avoidance. Or avoidance because of the shame. You don't know which. When you're quiet for a second, he says your name gently, trying to prompt you into giving him the details of the evening. 

Your shoulders sag, head dropping just a tiny bit. "How much did the officer tell you?"l

"Just that you got into a bar fight." 

You can't help but wince. "That about sums it up, yeah."

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[kinda-indecisive]

I feel like this sums up the rocky beginning of my OC and Orm's friendship lol

They do eventually grow into each other, but it wasn't without difficulty

[burningsilence]

Chapter One, Second Branch of WKaB (excerpt)

PROOF THAT I’VE ACTUALLY BEEN WORKING ON THIS

Chapter One, Becoming: 

Her gaze darted to him and she clenched her jaw. He shouldn’t even be here, she thought. Every time she looked at him her stomach turned on itself and her neck felt hot and broke out in tingles. And he kept popping in whenever it damn well suited him. She was sure Cicero noticed her discomfort, given the glances Cicero sent her way whenever the apparition emerged. Though it had been several weeks, she couldn’t bring herself to have him around

And she took every opportunity to let him know.

“You know,” she began, “you complain so much about how I speak to you, it’s a wonder you even stay around. No one’s asking you to, you know,” her stiff voice said to him.

When silence greeted her, she looked back to him only empty space remained, and she shrugged and turned back towards Cicero, who was staring at her. She shivered.

“Maybe you could come up here, next to me? In my line of sight.”

“Oh certainly, Listener! Humble Cicero lives to serve,” he sang as he jogged up to her.

“That’s fine, but you don’t have to ‘serve’ me. It’s weird. And stop calling me Listener; that’s really conspicuous,” she told him.

[wayward-winchester67]

1000 Follower Special!

Because I hit 1000 followers, I have decided to share a tiny excerpt of a AU that I am currently working on! (Keep in mind that this is a very rough version and things could change. Given that this work is in its early stages, I only have a very small excerpts that are even remotely readable. I apologize for the shortness of this.)

So basically this AU is about a girl (who watches Supernatural and is a huge fan) who somehow gets teleported into the Supernatural world. Enjoy :)

Breathing heavily, she woke up for third time that night, but with her head on ridged leather. Her head wasn't bleeding anymore. She heard the rumble of an engine and she gradually sat up. She saw Jared look back at her worriedly and then she realized she was in the Impala. Her heart started racing and she couldn't even believe her luck. To meet her favorite celebrities and be in the Impala was a dream come true. 

“Are you ok?” asked Sam, tentatively.

Taylor looked so surprised and weakly replied “Jared?”

Now it was Sam's turn to look surprised. “Jared?” he questioned.

Dean turned his head towards Sam for a second and said, “Jared... like the guy who played you in TV bizarro world?”

[shaiselah]

my dear arthur,

" I was losing my grip on reality. there was so much pain around me i felt like i was suffocating. and it felt like the God who I have always believed in, wasn't there. and that changed me. i felt like i had no clue who God was. and if i don't know God, then i don't know anything. i was wrestling with him. and i kept asking the same question, 'what do you want from me?'. and the answer terrified me. he said, 'everything'. at that time i had nothing. but my everything was you."

1.24.25

[roguishredaxion]

I saw this post and decided to try it.

Seventh page of WIP, seventh line, seven sentences...

Now, I’ve seen a lot of weird things, not the least of which is an airship that parked on Main Street for a week, a violin that can put me to sleep with its first note, and a whole town afraid of an invisible magician that may or may not exist depending on whether or not Imogen is using an imaginary representation of her husband to cope with his departure from her life.

But when I am floating in a hub of electrical activity, the rest of these pale in comparison. Except maybe the violin, which may have upgraded to sending me to hallucinations rather than just to sleep.

I was already here, so I figured I'd better enjoy it. I reached out and touched one of the cords nearest to me.

I was immediately enveloped in the smell of something old and musty. The air was heavy, but I liked it that way. It would muffle any of the sounds I made.

I honestly don’t know who to tag, so I leave it open to any who want to try it.

[littlemissxanda]

The rules are as follows: go to page 7 of a WIP, skip to the 7th line, share 7 sentences, and tag 7 more writers to continue the challenge. (Or if you don’t have 7 pages of something, then go to any page, and proceed from there.)

I was tagged by @flitterflutterfly​ thanks for tagging :) this seems fun :)

I went with a Harry Potter/Supernatural crossover. It’s a excerpt, no matter how tiny it is, from Morning Star. Picking one was actually harder than I thought it would be XD

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Yes, Voldemort had very little humanity in him left. Ironically, his mortality was the only human thing about him now -- the very thing he had tried to conquer. He shook his head, Voldemort should have known that there was nothing that could conquer Death, even their Father would succumb to it eventually.

Death... the being his little one courted so carelessly.

'Dumbledore's dead. I don't know if I can do this alone. How am I supposed to find those horcruxes when I don't even know what they are?'

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tagging: @theclairebear1982, @agentmoppet, @strangesoulmates, @helly-watermelonsmellinfellon, @lucifercaelestis, @palesoldier, @terrific-lunacy