If you happen to be working on some creative writing project, fanfiction or NaNoWriMo or what have you, post exactly one sentence 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).
(Tentative title) First Anniversary S/X for bloodclaim challenge
He smiled at that, the predator falling away, all that remained was the man I fell in love with, "Love you too, Xander."
Untitled fic for eurydice72 William ficathon
Spike could have slipped out, found some guy who looked just like him, put him in a muumuu, and tied him up down here, therefore ensuring escape...yeah, not likely.
The Visual Spectrum: Into the Darkness S/X
Reaching up to her, he felt for her hair and finding it, he ran his fingers through it one last time, unknowingly spreading blood through the soft and gently curled strands.
Untitled, 3rd part of The Spectrum Series S/X
Other than a few roommate issues, who-ate-the-last-of this and don't-put-that-there conversations, they left each other alone.
Something to Hold Onto S/B
If this wasn't such a deadly situation he might have been turned on but as it was...Oh, bollocks!
(Tentative title) Becoming S/B
He was slumped on the floor, having used up all of his adrenaline, oblivious to the commotion going on several floors below of law enforcement busy getting his description as Buffy's possible attacker and finding the weapon of her torture in a men's room sink, covered in blood.
And the Walls will Bleed S/B
The elegant long brown hair she remembered was replaced on this Dawn with ragged, clumped strands, that whipped around her head on their own, the green glow emanating from her skin created sickly chlorinated highlights.
(Tentative title) The Will of the Egg S/A
Spike's nails dug into Angel's suit jacket while the elder vamp whirled Spike around the room like a rag doll, banging him into every surface he could find.
He had enough of whinnying teenagers to last an eternity and if she pulled out an Angel Investigations card he was going to gag.
(Tentative title) Get it Done S/B
She was also sloppy, having left the club without a weapon, leaving her open as easy prey but, other than that, her fighting skills were good even though her technique was under-developed, probably due to the fact she couldn't have been more than fifteen.
I had no clue I had that many stories stuck doing nothing on my hard drive! 'Bout time I kicked my butt in gear and did something with them. But until I finish off the ones that have deadlines they probably will just sit there. *sigh*