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Jul. 14th, 2005 04:06 pmBecause I'm procrastinating on my schoolwork.
If you happen to be working on some creative writing project, fanfiction or what have you, post one quote/excerpt from each of your current work(s) in progress in your journal. It should probably be your favourite or most intriguing sentence so far, but what you choose is entirely your discretion. Mention the title and pairing if you like, but don't mention anything else. This is merely to whet the general appetite for your forthcoming work(s).
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How to Choose
CLAMP School Detectives
Souh shook his head. "Just thinking a little too much, Ijyuin," he replied, bringing his coffee up to his lips.
"About Nagisa-chan and the Richou?"
Souh choked on his coffee.
The treasurer grinned. "Looks like I guessed right."
"How did you--"
"I'm not blind, Souh, nor am I stupid. And I've known all of you for a long time now," he pointed out, using his first name to get his attention. "You look at both of them the way... Well, the way I look at Utako," he finished, a faint blush tinting pale cheeks.
The ninja stared at the thief in shock. Was he really that obvious? If someone who played dense the way Akira did could see it...
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Playing with Dolls
Saiyuki (with spoilers for the movie--up on![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
1000_miles_west)
To Dougan, Genjo Sanzo was like a porcelain doll--you look at it, keep it up on your mantle, admire its beauty, but never touch it. For some reason, the young monk-in-training realized that the high priest was capable of breaking.
Why he allowed that-- that-- that... rough, annoying, STUPID monkey to accompany him where ever he went was beyond him.
In the end, the monkey would break his porcelain doll.
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Untitled (seriously, no title yet)
Original Fiction
The prince was hansome... Well, more so than normal. At least this one had all of his teeth.
I stumbled over the hem of my formal robes, wincing inwardly as I heard the faint tearing of thread. My twin's wife was going to have my hide for ripping another one of the robes she made. However, I acted like I hadn't done anything, falling into his arms and giving him my best 'I'm an innocent virgin' smile.
And then I screamed, acting like I was being burned, falling to my knees and babbling in tongues, clutching at my head. I grinned evily as he backed away, pulling my hands away from my long brown hair still-clutched, so I was holding handfulls of hair towards him.
"The voices... they want your blood..."
He was out of there faster than an arrow from my eldest brother's bow.
My grandmother looked at me, a look of resigned disgust on her face. "Was that necessary?"
I smiled as I pulled the wig off my head, shaking out my natural blonde hair. "Absolutely. Maybe if the rumor goes around that I'm insane or possessed, all of your arranged marriages for me will cease."
Grandmother just huffed.
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And off to my last final!
If you happen to be working on some creative writing project, fanfiction or what have you, post one quote/excerpt from each of your current work(s) in progress in your journal. It should probably be your favourite or most intriguing sentence so far, but what you choose is entirely your discretion. Mention the title and pairing if you like, but don't mention anything else. This is merely to whet the general appetite for your forthcoming work(s).
---
How to Choose
CLAMP School Detectives
Souh shook his head. "Just thinking a little too much, Ijyuin," he replied, bringing his coffee up to his lips.
"About Nagisa-chan and the Richou?"
Souh choked on his coffee.
The treasurer grinned. "Looks like I guessed right."
"How did you--"
"I'm not blind, Souh, nor am I stupid. And I've known all of you for a long time now," he pointed out, using his first name to get his attention. "You look at both of them the way... Well, the way I look at Utako," he finished, a faint blush tinting pale cheeks.
The ninja stared at the thief in shock. Was he really that obvious? If someone who played dense the way Akira did could see it...
---
Playing with Dolls
Saiyuki (with spoilers for the movie--up on
1000_miles_west)To Dougan, Genjo Sanzo was like a porcelain doll--you look at it, keep it up on your mantle, admire its beauty, but never touch it. For some reason, the young monk-in-training realized that the high priest was capable of breaking.
Why he allowed that-- that-- that... rough, annoying, STUPID monkey to accompany him where ever he went was beyond him.
In the end, the monkey would break his porcelain doll.
---
Untitled (seriously, no title yet)
Original Fiction
The prince was hansome... Well, more so than normal. At least this one had all of his teeth.
I stumbled over the hem of my formal robes, wincing inwardly as I heard the faint tearing of thread. My twin's wife was going to have my hide for ripping another one of the robes she made. However, I acted like I hadn't done anything, falling into his arms and giving him my best 'I'm an innocent virgin' smile.
And then I screamed, acting like I was being burned, falling to my knees and babbling in tongues, clutching at my head. I grinned evily as he backed away, pulling my hands away from my long brown hair still-clutched, so I was holding handfulls of hair towards him.
"The voices... they want your blood..."
He was out of there faster than an arrow from my eldest brother's bow.
My grandmother looked at me, a look of resigned disgust on her face. "Was that necessary?"
I smiled as I pulled the wig off my head, shaking out my natural blonde hair. "Absolutely. Maybe if the rumor goes around that I'm insane or possessed, all of your arranged marriages for me will cease."
Grandmother just huffed.
---
And off to my last final!
