Tag: work in progress

7-7-7

Tagged by @jewishcomeradebot! The rules are as follows: Go to page 7 of your WIP, go to the
seventh line, share seven sentences, and tag 7 more writer-bloggers to
continue the challenge.

I shared from my original work before, this one’s from fanfic in progress. Well actually it’s from a completed first draft I’ve been needing to edit and post for weeks. Maybe this will finally give me the necessary kick in the seat.

“Launch sequence complete.” The Talon Fighter lifted into the air and sped into the sky amid shouts of confusion. Shuri smiled to see it go, biting the inside of her lower lip.

Back at the laboratory Ramonda sat in the bubble that was the simulated cockpit, moving her left hand across a translucent globe before her. The view outside the windshield splashed across the curved barrier before her, and minimal movements in the fingers of her right hand brought up overlays of views from different angles and reports from distant viewing stations, homing in on the ships speeding toward the border.

“I have a visual on the transports, Shuri.” A subtle squeeze of Ramonda’s left hand, and the royal ship took on a burst of speed toward its first target.

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7-7-7

attackfish:

floranna2:

snickfic:

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spacecadetsidney:

The rules are as follows: Go to page 7 of your WIP, go to the seventh line, share seven sentences, and tag 7 more writer-bloggers to continue the challenge. 


“Sidka,” Zhenya said, low, as if he talked quiet enough no one would ever have to know he’d stooped to this. “Sidka. What you want?”

He hummed into Sid’s hand, deep enough that Sid could feel the tickle on his skin at the same time he felt the thrum in his bones. His voice was low, and rough with it. “What I can give? You want babies? Can’t have, can’t adopt, but there other ways. Just say. Anything. You can have. Want babies? Just say,” Zhenya whispered, lips brushing Sid’s hand on each word. “Just say and come home.” Zhenya’s breath ghosted across Sid’s face.

@northisnotup @taylorj8771@sidsass @theladyscribe @koramberlynne @icosahedonist @gilajames 

I feel so honored! I haven’t written anything of quality in months though, but here’s from my only work in progress that’s able to span 7 pages:

“I’m not sure whatever I do next should be in hockey. It might be better to take some months off, don’t you think?”

“It’s probably better if you took a couple of years off, Sid. But it’s *you*. Hockey’s too much a part of you to do that.”

“I’ve thought about going back to school. Maybe taking more online classes.” Sidney fiddles with his mug. “That doesn’t feel right either though.”

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As Sid watched, Geno reeled the quarry in at last. Sid had figured the odds of a knot of lake weed were about fifty/fifty, but no, that was definitely a ***–still not quite as big as Sid’s first catch, but a healthy ***-pounder. Not bad at all.

Just as Sid was going to head down, Geno turned to look at him. Or not at him—at the deck, where he probably expected Sid to come from. Sid had come out the door from the daylight basement instead, and he was halfway down the slope now, still mostly shadowed in the trees. Some instinct kept him from waving.

(Not gonna tag people, but consider yourselves tagged if you want!)

Something
yellow came in to her view, but her eyes were having trouble in refocusing. That
something, someone took her helmet off and slapped her.

Pidge blinked,
eyes on the wall next to her where the slap had turned her head. It hadn’t been
a hard slap, and when she turned her head back she could see Hunk’s face. There
was a bit of vomit on his jaw and the look on his face made her feel cold
inside.

“Can
you walk?” the voice was brusque, making her flinch. She couldn’t even start to
build up enough brain function to answer, so Hunk just nodded and lifted her
into a fireman’s carry.

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Mai folded her arms irritably. “I’m just standing here waiting for you to tell me how you plan to work a miracle.”

“So like, before certain ancestors of mine decided they’d rather steal a planet than find their own, kids used to get lessons in school about what to look for in a potential terraforming candidate,” Zuko said with a shrug. “Uncle found a whole bunch of the old educational videos for me when I got banished.”

“So this planet meets the criteria that used to be taught to young children,” Mai said without enthusiasm.

“Well I mean you could put it that way.” Zuko scowled, and Mai resisted the urge to soothe it away.

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“I am sorry, my lady, for thrusting myself upon you.”

“But my lord-“ the warrior at his side began.

“Come, Namusan.” The Little Chief stopped him and bowed to Saru, meeting her eyes fleetingly with his own as watchful as a tiger’s and yet shadowed with something more, before he spun away.

“Wait.”

She faced him fully now, drawn by what she had seen in his eyes, and saw again when he turned to look at her.

“I may stay, my lord, briefly.”

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