Fic Meme

[misora]

snagged from jakia and redbrunja:

List the first lines of your last twenty stories. See if you find any patterns. (And flist, I'd love your opinions on patterns you notice.)


1. High in the air upon Appa’s back, the war-weary group made their journey through the sky.

2. The world went up in flames around him.

3. Katara is twenty years old.

4. He was her only visitor, this sad-eyed, white-robed warden; yet he came to watch her several times each day.

5. Would you like me to refill your coffee for you? she asks softly, and Michael Lee looks up from his desk of chaos to see Robin hovering over him, a gentle smile on her face as she brandishes his cup.

6. Let them come to me.

7. Robin was on the crowded subway train, her delicate hand clinging to the rail above her.

8. Holed up in yet another snow-laden village in Mercia, the weary battle-torn group rests.

9. He thought he’d been asleep maybe an hour, maybe two; but Zuko woke up quickly when he felt the presence of someone in his bedroom.

10. The next morning, Katara was aware of the worst feeling of aching soreness she’d ever experienced in her entire life, as she awoke in her own bed after dreaming she’d spent the night in another.

11. "Do you guys want to hear Uncle’s favorite tea joke?"

12. Zuko sat—head bowed, dark hair hanging over his eyes—on a large flat rock outside the cave, where Katara had left him to rest after she'd finished healing him.

13. By the end of the second intermission and the beginning of the last act of the play, Sokka had somehow procured a couple of bottles of rice wine.

14. Robin wasn’t surprised, and didn’t question it, when he pulled his sleek black Audi up to a modest-looking apartment building on the opposite side of town.

15. "Open, please," the head nurse said sternly, eyes hard and middle-aged jowls set.

16. "Scusi. Flight 242, from Florence to Marseille, France, is now boarding its first-class passengers at gate 7B."

17. It was, when Katara reflected on it at length much later on, probably some strange form of karmic retribution for all the times she'd screamed at her brother too often at the South Pole.

18. "Yuck."

19. He was pressed up tightly against her, limb for limb, with no room for escape.

20. There...there it was, again…the pulse of reiatsu from several moments ago.

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hahaha...want to know what's sad? About HALF of these entries are from fics that haven't been published; some in the process of being written, and some abandoned.

*looks shifty-eyed*

...I should really finish those abandoned ones.

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I had to add stuff that I'm currently working on, because although I've written a lot, I have very few (long) stories. ^^;;;