Writing Meme?
Sep. 7th, 2006 10:36 pmDon'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).
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.
‘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.’
“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 olvido era indefectible. Entonces, ¿Por qué le dolía? Si todo estaba ya tan claro, ¿cuál era el objetivo de todo ello?
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
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.
- 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
- Eyes - English
‘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
- Light and Dark - English
- Labyrinth - English
“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
El olvido era indefectible. Entonces, ¿Por qué le dolía? Si todo estaba ya tan claro, ¿cuál era el objetivo de todo ello?
- Hate - English
- Athena's Saints, Dydimo - English
- Fallen, 3. The Alpha and the Peacock
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
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Date: 2006-09-08 06:19 pm (UTC)You'll see it. You always have the first look XD
Grá mór.