a fun meme
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tommygirlStolen from just about everyone, but it's an interesting idea...
"...it might be cool to start a meme where you list all the first lines of your fics and then people write drabbles in the comments with the same first line."
Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to write a drabble with the same first line as any of the following, and leave it in my comments here.
There must’ve been something in the air that night.
The bathtub wasn't like any she had seen before-well, maybe in those magazines or on MTV Cribs, but nothing she had any experience with.
The last thing Chris remembered was the frightened tone in his father’s voice, something he never recalled hearing before, and the sharp stab of cold engulfing him and coursing through every inch of his body.
"If you were happy every day of your life, you wouldn't be a human being; you'd be a game show host."
They had nothing to say to each other, which was somewhat surprising considering the amount left unsaid between the two of them.
Sydney always told herself that her love for literature came from her mother, well, not her mother so much as the perceived memory of her mother.
Failure of imagination, I muse, is a great curse.
Kevin decided he was seeing things-hallucinations, nightmares come to life, whatever you wanted to call it-because his sister was smart enough to know that she shouldn't be hanging out in that part of the park alone.
How Joan found herself wandering through the park looking for Santa was one of those things she was going to chalk up to God's sense of humor.
There are a thousand ways to destroy a man, and this, you muse, is but one of them as her hands glide over your chest with lethal accuracy.
Seth decided what he needed was a motto of some sort-a simple saying that he could pull out of his verbal arsenal whenever he felt it necessary, something that reminded him of what the hell he was doing on this planet.
The first thing Lorelai noticed as she exited her house was Babette and Miss Patty hovered under a tree, lost in conversation.
The conversations with the ghosts started a few weeks upon his return to Hogwarts.
Chris made his way through the crowded club and spotted his two aunts talking animatedly about something-why was it that he had come to fear those devious looks on their faces?
There was no way they would ever make it in time; no way except through sheer luck, he thought miserably.
I've always hated February because it has no aroma.
So get to it. I shall try to do some of the sentences for others throughout the day if I can.
"...it might be cool to start a meme where you list all the first lines of your fics and then people write drabbles in the comments with the same first line."
Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to write a drabble with the same first line as any of the following, and leave it in my comments here.
There must’ve been something in the air that night.
The bathtub wasn't like any she had seen before-well, maybe in those magazines or on MTV Cribs, but nothing she had any experience with.
The last thing Chris remembered was the frightened tone in his father’s voice, something he never recalled hearing before, and the sharp stab of cold engulfing him and coursing through every inch of his body.
"If you were happy every day of your life, you wouldn't be a human being; you'd be a game show host."
They had nothing to say to each other, which was somewhat surprising considering the amount left unsaid between the two of them.
Sydney always told herself that her love for literature came from her mother, well, not her mother so much as the perceived memory of her mother.
Failure of imagination, I muse, is a great curse.
Kevin decided he was seeing things-hallucinations, nightmares come to life, whatever you wanted to call it-because his sister was smart enough to know that she shouldn't be hanging out in that part of the park alone.
How Joan found herself wandering through the park looking for Santa was one of those things she was going to chalk up to God's sense of humor.
There are a thousand ways to destroy a man, and this, you muse, is but one of them as her hands glide over your chest with lethal accuracy.
Seth decided what he needed was a motto of some sort-a simple saying that he could pull out of his verbal arsenal whenever he felt it necessary, something that reminded him of what the hell he was doing on this planet.
The first thing Lorelai noticed as she exited her house was Babette and Miss Patty hovered under a tree, lost in conversation.
The conversations with the ghosts started a few weeks upon his return to Hogwarts.
Chris made his way through the crowded club and spotted his two aunts talking animatedly about something-why was it that he had come to fear those devious looks on their faces?
There was no way they would ever make it in time; no way except through sheer luck, he thought miserably.
I've always hated February because it has no aroma.
So get to it. I shall try to do some of the sentences for others throughout the day if I can.
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Date: 2004-10-10 07:56 am (UTC)He shook his head to clear it. He couldn't think negatively. Just because she called and begged him to come over didn't mean she was in trouble. In fact, for all he knew, she could be waiting on him wearing nothing but a hat. He smiled at that image, hoping it was the case as he pulled into the parking lot.
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Date: 2004-10-11 08:56 am (UTC)Lovely drabble.
ooohh chris...
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Date: 2004-10-11 09:08 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-10 09:13 am (UTC)“I hate it when you throw my words back in my face.”
“I know you do, but you are overreacting.”
“How do you know I’m overreacting?”
“Because you and Luke had a disagreement about what to dress up as for Halloween and now you think he’s never going to speak to you again.”
“But our relationship is too new for us to be arguing!”
Rory rolled her eyes. She hated when her mother got this like.
“Mom would you just listen to me? You and Luke have been pining away for each other for eight years. He has put up with so much from you in those eight years and he still wanted to be with you. Do you really think he is going to let all that go just because you want him to wear tights on Halloween and he doesn’t want to?”
Lorelai regarded her daughter. She hated when Rory was smarter than her. She was trying to formulate a new argument just so her daughter wouldn’t have the last word, but she was interrupted by the phone ringing.
“Hello,” she answered while Rory stood there watching.
“Hey, it’s me,” Luke’s voice came back over the line. “I don’t want us to fight.”
“Me either,” she replied in a small voice.
“So, if it’s really that important to you, we can go to the party as Romeo and Juliet and I’ll wear tights.”
Lorelai grinned. “You’d really wear tights for me?”
“Yes.”
“Aw, now I know you really love me,” she glanced at Rory, who shook her head and walked out of the room. “But I had a better idea than Romeo and Juliet,” she continued.
“What?” Luke asked, a touch of wariness creeping into his voice.
“Adam and Eve!”
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Date: 2004-10-11 08:58 am (UTC)Oh Lorelai and her antics never cease to amuse me and poor Luke. And I love that Rory is the voice of reason in this.
Wonderful little vignette.
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Date: 2004-10-11 09:36 pm (UTC)http://www.livejournal.com/users/sdlucly/69949.html
Hope you like it. *s*
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Date: 2004-10-12 08:10 am (UTC)