ariadnem | Writing Meme?

Don't know how to call it, but I've seen it in my f-list so, I decided to give it a try.

Here I go then,

If you happen to be working on some creative writing project, fanfiction or what have you, post one sentence (or more) from each of your current work(s) in progress in your journal. It should probably be your favorite or most intriguing sentence so far, but what you choose is entirely your discretion. Mention the title (and genre) if you like, but don't mention anything else -- this is merely to whet the general appetite for your forthcoming work(s).

Sangre y Éxtasis - Vampiros - Español.

Nathan, como le decía el señor de la casa, sonreía al pensar en todas esas cosas. Hasta ese día, cada una de sus clases, había sido reproducida para Draco. Aún no comprendía el porqué de esa petición. Lo que sí comprendía era el extraño comportamiento del otro. Ahora que se había detenido en ese instante para recuperarse después de un largo día de estudio, recordó las últimas semanas al lado de Draco. Había sido en una noche de luna llena que este se había abierto al muchacho y le había hablado con sinceridad, contándole de la historia de su vida.

Sin título - Español

El Escorpión sangraba. Su alma parecía desgarrarse y romperse en miles de pedazos cada vez que los recuerdos le embargaban. Pero su cuerpo también sufría. En los momentos en que los sentimientos eran más fuertes que sí mismo, Milo se hacía daño. Sus puños cerrados, se estrellaban en contra de su propio cuerpo provocando en él moretones que pronto se harían notorios. Las paredes de su templo eran testigos de su enojo y su pesar. Nadie entendería sus actos; él lo sabía, por eso todo sucedía en privado y así se mantenía.

Sin tìtulo - Español

Karasu por su parte, llevaba ya mucho rato desde que había llegado. Le había visto desde lo lejos, hablando y ayudando a los que estaban en el lugar. Se había dedicado a preparar la comida silenciosamente, cuidando de que nada perturbara a Shiragasi. Incluso, sonreía por momentos, feliz de pensar que ya no habían problemas para ellos; que parecía que ni el Cielo ni el Infierno, se preocupaban por ellos. Eso lo hizo sonreír aún más. Todo por el momento, marchaba bien. Y esperaba que durara por mucho tiempo.

Eyes - English

‘She’s Veronica, she’s your—”
‘I know who she is.’ Shaina had answered interrupting him. Her cold voice hitting the man and the woman, hurting the latter.
‘Francesca…’
‘Don’t call me that, I’ve already told you I’m Shaina.’
‘We…I’m sorry.’ Veronica had said looking at Francesca. To her, now that she could see her and believe the Priest’s words, she was still Francesca. ‘We, your father and I thought you would be fine, we trusted them…’
‘You sent us to hell, Veronica.’

Untitled - English

Iwaki knew he was serious about all that, however, being naked and on top of that being about to be taped while masturbating wasn’t exactly the thing he liked to do the most. “Will you be happy if I do this?” He asked.

Light and Dark - English

It had hurt Saga that Kanon had not wanted to look at him. It was the best, he thought later, given that he could not bear the look of his brother himself. Kanon’s skin felt soft under his fingers, manly as his body was, firm because of the years of training. His breathing was already uneven. Foreplay was not nocessary between men, he knew, yet he wanted Kanon to enjoy the pleasure he could give him. It was true that Kanon was Rhadamanthys’s partner; but it was also true that he was his only brother. Only he could do those things to him—only he could love Kanon. Though Kanon was infatuated with Wyvern.

Labyrinth - English

“The labyrinth my child…” the woman began to say sighing; her son was now sitting comfortably on her lap, not minding the wet apron.
“Yes Mamma, the labyrinth, tell me about it, please…” the little one said, pleading.
“The labyrinth…” she began to say, ready to start her tale for the thousandth time, “it was Daedalus who built it, have I told you about him? About Daedalus? Oh, my beloved, Daedalus was the greatest Master of his time. So great he was that King Minos gave him shelter in his kingdom, and then, the amazing engineer continued creating marvels.

El Poder del Adiós - Español

Ya no sabía cuántas semanas habían pasado ya. Sí sabía sin embargo el tiempo que no habían pasado juntos. Había olvidado lo que eran sus besos candentes en su piel fría. Ya no habían sensaciones a medio olvidar en una mente entumecida por lo que deseaba recordar.
El olvido era indefectible. Entonces, ¿Por qué le dolía? Si todo estaba ya tan claro, ¿cuál era el objetivo de todo ello?

Hate - English

He dared not to look to his sides. There was no way in which the man could have done it, anyhow. Everything was white, yet wherever he looked at, it seemed tainted with blood. Not his, but blood still. The burden of his sin was such only because he had never meant to kill. Ever. Hyoga’s mother, Natasha, had taught him her beliefs and Catholics found killing sinful. ‘Thou shalt no kill’ said the Fifth Commandment. The young man had killed regardless. In the name of a pagan goddess he had done it—and knew that for her, he would do it once again. And as many times as it were necessary. No matter the regrets. No matter his guilt.

Athena's Saints, Dydimo - English

She was told she had just given birth to twins. She didn’t know that she would be blessed twice and happiness grew within her. She didn’t mind anymore that he had left her, and her sons were so perfect—their hands were tiny but grabbed her fingers tight, one, two three, four, five fingers in each hand, five toes each foot, their skins were soft and a little wrinkled and she smiled, tears rolling down her cheeks when they yawned and stretched their bodies to relax themselves again some seconds later.

Fallen, 3. The Alpha and the Peacock

Even when there was no one in there; the tavern seemed full of life. Tens of pictures were hanging on the walls of the old place. Images of past customers, friends, even lovers decorated the place; making people recall memories of their forgotten past. It was a small place, regardless. Whoever saw it from the outside, would have never thought of it as a tavern, since it simply seemed an old house.
Inside, the kettle was already settled and the water had been boiling for a while. Pearl, a young woman in her middle thirties was running from one side to the other, cleaning and organising. She had woken up with the feeling that something unexpected was to happen. Maybe it was only her paranoid states, she was thinking all the way, but she had been taught to trust her instincts, and they had never been wrong before.

Too bad I haven't typed what I've got on my notepad ^^U