astralis | (no subject)

Grabbed from

profshallowness: "Post a single sentence from each WIP you have (or as many as you want to pick). No context, no explanations. No more than one sentence!"

(She remembers laughing as Lissy pushed her on a swing, swinging high against a clear blue sky.)

Tucked into the lining of her new Parisian purse is a small piece of paper, torn from a writing pad.

Lara has never been this happy in her whole life and if she stopped to think, she'd be terrified.

Whoever rated these sleeping bags for sub zero temperatures was either lying or deluded.

I love these lakes, Timothy: I love every hill and beck and tarn, and I love them more every time I return.

"They're not my Wraith."

"I can tell you that, you've got the second highest security clearance known to man."

It feels like they've gone from a pleasant walk to the verge of an argument in about two minutes and he's a little baffled as to how that happened.

Nikki opens her mouth intending to demand that he treat her like any other girl in a bar, but the ridiculousness of the situation catches up with her.

"Why are you in Nate's closet?"

Racetrack went to sleep after the decommissioning ceremony and woke up at the end of the world, wedged into her rack, a thin grey blanket over her face and the Commander's voice echoing from wall to wall.

Every few minutes a flash of purple rips through the sky, the opposite of lightning, and the world around them grows darker.

Some of that has survived a hard drive crash and two new computers and still remains unfinished. Huh. I should work on that.