Your mission, should you choose to accept it: first line drabbles.

[icarus]

Gacked from jedi_penguin. Because I am too pressed for time to do any serious writing (yet in dire need of entertainment, natch), I have discovered this handy meme:

Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to write a drabble or ficlet with the same first line as one of my stories, and leave it in my comments here.

Any takers? *g*

Oooh, and I've found some new awkward sex stories for jedi_penguin. How could we have ever neglected Seeker to Seeker? Or Both Sides Now? I didn't tell her about Hagrid's Hut or Ante Up! either.

Shoot. Now I have to look up links, don't I? *feels lazy, that special kind of 2am lazy*

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Another hundred words

[cheshyre]

Boy, I'm in a dark mood today:

Percy's eyes hurt and his throat was hoarse from sobbing. His wrists felt like raw meat, and he didn't even want to think about the condition of his back.

Percy tried to catch his breath and still his racing thoughts before the next assault, but it was too late. Bellatrix Lestrange easily flipped him over, a scream ripping from his throat as the bloody mess that had been his back touched the sheets.

His chest heaved, each breath an agony made worse when the floating candles all tilted, cascading hot wax over his abused body.

Bella loved her Lord's rewards.

Of course, my first reaction with that opening line was for something along the lines of your Safeword or Leap of faith from the Percy ficathon. Hopefully, this is different enough.

And I'm still surprised nobody else has taken the plunge yet.

Re: Another hundred words

[icarusancalion.livejournal.com]

Oh, it's way different.

I don't think people are reading my journal much right now. I'm not posting stories, and it's mostly been diatribes about how busy I am. I'm actually surprised anyone responded, let alone responded with two drabbles. Thank you.

Icarus

Re: Another hundred words

[cheshyre]

Maybe it's just the weekend and things will pick up on Monday.

I've just started toying with "The Ministry was nearly empty at this hour," but I'm still not sure who the pairing might be that would be sneaking about there for a liason. And I wonder whether 100 words is enough room to fit in the Wizengamot's chained chair...

Writing stories with a predefined opening line is an interesting exercise and very different from other drabbles, having to fit plot and character to the line rather than the other way around. Difficult, but I kinda like it. [And it gives me an excuse to waste the afternoon reading fanfic -- oh what a trial :) ]