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If you happen to be working on some creative writing project, post exactly one sentence/paragraph/whatever 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 genre) if you like, but don't mention anything else -- this is merely to whet the general appetite for your forthcoming work(s).
From The Private Diary of Elizabeth Quatermain, vol. V: Tartan Holiday (LXG) (VERY spoileriffic, but it IS my favorite bit.)
His expression cleared, and those wonderful blue eyes lit up. “Is that a yes?”
“That entirely depends on the nature of the question.”
”You’re going to make me do this, aren’t you…”
”Yes, yes, I am.” I was trying desperately not to smile, but only marginally succeeding.
“Oh…all right.” He took the box and, slipping from the bench, arranged himself on one knee in a ridiculously over-dramatic pose. He held the box in one hand, and with the other he seized my hand and pressed it theatrically. Then he opened his mouth, presumably to utter some wild speech, but nothing came out. An odd look crossed his features, and he lapsed into that serious demeanour we see so rarely in him.
“Marry me?” His voice was slightly hoarse.
I do not think I need to record what my answer was.
From A Study in Charlotte (Sherlock Holmes)
We leaned against one another slightly, for in the light of the guttering candle strange shadows danced on the walls, and it was comforting to be so assured of another person’s proximity. I wondered how things were proceeding in the next room. The church bells rang again, but I had still not heard the low clear whistle that Miss Stoner had described. My ears strained for any sound, and my spine was rigid with anticipation.
The crystalline silence was shattered, then, by the most ungodly scream I have ever heard. For the rest of my life, I shall never forget that sound! It crescendoed through the house, all through the air, vibrating with panic and with pain. Miss Stoner swayed in her seat. “God help us! It’s worse than Julia’s death scream!” She gripped my hands, and her fingers were as cold as ice.
ladyrazorsharp:If you happen to be working on some creative writing project, post exactly one sentence/paragraph/whatever 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 genre) if you like, but don't mention anything else -- this is merely to whet the general appetite for your forthcoming work(s).
From The Private Diary of Elizabeth Quatermain, vol. V: Tartan Holiday (LXG) (VERY spoileriffic, but it IS my favorite bit.)
His expression cleared, and those wonderful blue eyes lit up. “Is that a yes?”
“That entirely depends on the nature of the question.”
”You’re going to make me do this, aren’t you…”
”Yes, yes, I am.” I was trying desperately not to smile, but only marginally succeeding.
“Oh…all right.” He took the box and, slipping from the bench, arranged himself on one knee in a ridiculously over-dramatic pose. He held the box in one hand, and with the other he seized my hand and pressed it theatrically. Then he opened his mouth, presumably to utter some wild speech, but nothing came out. An odd look crossed his features, and he lapsed into that serious demeanour we see so rarely in him.
“Marry me?” His voice was slightly hoarse.
I do not think I need to record what my answer was.
From A Study in Charlotte (Sherlock Holmes)
We leaned against one another slightly, for in the light of the guttering candle strange shadows danced on the walls, and it was comforting to be so assured of another person’s proximity. I wondered how things were proceeding in the next room. The church bells rang again, but I had still not heard the low clear whistle that Miss Stoner had described. My ears strained for any sound, and my spine was rigid with anticipation.
The crystalline silence was shattered, then, by the most ungodly scream I have ever heard. For the rest of my life, I shall never forget that sound! It crescendoed through the house, all through the air, vibrating with panic and with pain. Miss Stoner swayed in her seat. “God help us! It’s worse than Julia’s death scream!” She gripped my hands, and her fingers were as cold as ice.
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Date: 2005-08-26 08:06 pm (UTC)*paws at them*
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Date: 2005-08-26 09:07 pm (UTC)And the first bit was just Awwwwwwwww! ^_^