ooh! fun! play with me?
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phineasjonesi got this from dorrie6 and glitterdemon (via ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mirabellawotr originally) and i love it! what fun. especially because, in collecting first lines, i have also finally put all my newish (as in, from july and august) drabbles and ficlets in my memories. also, because other people do all the work. rad.
"...it might be cool to start a meme where you list all the first lines of your fics and then people write drabbles in the comments with the same first line."
Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to write a drabble with the same first line as any of the following, and leave it in my comments here.
It was all his fault anyway.
He never told Harry.
Desperate, Ron pushes the back of his hand into his mouth and bites down, hard.
Remus stirs from a thin sleep and opens his eyes to see white sunlight through almost-bare trees.
They're picture perfect, standing there on the platform, smiling and waving.
It’s beautiful.
Fleur and Krum are one thing.
Harry stands under the hot water, humming to himself and not moving, for as long as he can.
it's not like he owes george any explanation.
it's those teeth.
The time to do the proper thing in this situation had long since expired.
Hermione tiptoes into the room, glances over her shoulder at the clock.
"Remus," said Sirius.
Hermione always felt dirty after sex with Ron.
“Dean. Dean, wake up.”
“Move.”
Comparisons are odious.
“No, not exactly,” protested George.
Percy remembers a time when he wasn’t afraid to talk to Oliver.
“Weasley. What are you doing in here?”
Sirius is on the front steps, knees drawn to his chest, shivering violently.
“I can’t help but wonder…” Willow murmurs, “How my life would have been different if I were born here.”
“Sirius, is that you?"
Dominic took another drag from his cigarette and looked up at the cloud-covered
night sky.
mirabellawotr originally) and i love it! what fun. especially because, in collecting first lines, i have also finally put all my newish (as in, from july and august) drabbles and ficlets in my memories. also, because other people do all the work. rad."...it might be cool to start a meme where you list all the first lines of your fics and then people write drabbles in the comments with the same first line."
Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to write a drabble with the same first line as any of the following, and leave it in my comments here.
It was all his fault anyway.
He never told Harry.
Desperate, Ron pushes the back of his hand into his mouth and bites down, hard.
Remus stirs from a thin sleep and opens his eyes to see white sunlight through almost-bare trees.
They're picture perfect, standing there on the platform, smiling and waving.
It’s beautiful.
Fleur and Krum are one thing.
Harry stands under the hot water, humming to himself and not moving, for as long as he can.
it's not like he owes george any explanation.
it's those teeth.
The time to do the proper thing in this situation had long since expired.
Hermione tiptoes into the room, glances over her shoulder at the clock.
"Remus," said Sirius.
Hermione always felt dirty after sex with Ron.
“Dean. Dean, wake up.”
“Move.”
Comparisons are odious.
“No, not exactly,” protested George.
Percy remembers a time when he wasn’t afraid to talk to Oliver.
“Weasley. What are you doing in here?”
Sirius is on the front steps, knees drawn to his chest, shivering violently.
“I can’t help but wonder…” Willow murmurs, “How my life would have been different if I were born here.”
“Sirius, is that you?"
Dominic took another drag from his cigarette and looked up at the cloud-covered
night sky.
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Date: 2004-10-07 11:50 am (UTC)***
Fleur and Krum were one thing now, one being, flesh to flesh without isthmus or outlet, contiguous. Overheated in their embrace, Viktor remembered the chill of Fleur’s skin after their trial underwater. Shaking her hand, ever sportsmanlike, he had stopped short at the sudden feel of deep water in her rush-light fingers. In a gesture grown automatic from years of bringing teammates’ extremities back to life with a surge of needling blood, he had pressed Fleur’s hands beneath his own calloused palms, and, with his heat flowing into her, he had finally understood that Fleur was more human than veela.
oops, I changed the tense
Date: 2004-10-07 11:51 am (UTC)Re: oops, I changed the tense
Date: 2004-10-13 10:52 am (UTC)