Writing Meme
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la_samtyrA little late, but I finally got it finished! :)
1. Something old- A blurb from one of the first fics you’ve ever written.
Alex had been born in Moscow, but the only home he had ever known was in Voskresensk. Mama and Papa did *Important Work* at one of the factories there, but Alex had no idea what that work was. All he knew was when Mama and Papa finally came home, he felt almost sick with relief. Alex's biggest fear was that someday they would be gone and he would never see them again.
--"Birthday Boy" (The X-Files) @ AO3
2. Something new- A snippet from something you’re currently working on, or from the last thing you posted.
license, registration, I ain't got none
Dean yawned again and glanced in the back seat, only to do a fast double take.
"Sammy?"
"What?" Sam grunted and shook his head in an attempt to wake up.
"Look back there and tell me that isn't the Lindbergh baby that just decided to hitch a ride."
3. Something borrowed- A scene or section of dialogue from another writer’s story. Maybe something that inspired you or resonated with you. (Credit the writer and link to it if possible, please.)
[This story just proves how a single word can have more than one meaning to different groups.]
With a sympathetic smile, of the manner used to humour children, Oropher slowly shook his head and patted Glorfindel on the shoulder. "Somebody told you wrong."
"No, I think somebody told you wrong."
"You're just angry now because you're ignorant."
"I am not angry because... oh, you're impossible."
"Look," said Oropher. "This is going nowhere. I have a better idea."
"What?"
Oropher stood and took a step toward the door, motioning for Glorfindel to follow. "You think I'm wrong, but I know you're wrong. So, I think we'd better find somebody else, who will know for sure."
"Yes," Glorfindel agreed, though his voice still kept its superior edge. "I think we'd better."
--Stupid Stories for Irreverent Elves, Ch. 11 by darthfingon @ SWG
http://www. silmarillionwritersguild .org /archive/home/ viewstory.php?sid=876&chapter=11
4. Something blue- C’mon, you know you’ve written a really gut-wrenching bit of angst at some point. Let’s hear the saddest or angstiest thing you’ve got. Alternatively? Tell us about the last time you described the color blue.
(There's only one choice for this one, isn't there?)
It was nearly midday when Legolas was woken by the sound of familiar, childish laughter. Moving quietly, he eased himself onto the balcony and peered down into a small, enclosed garden, where Gîlríon was playing happily with a few outdoor toys. A female nurse was watching him and for a moment Legolas wondered if this was some trick designed to torment him. But then he realized that Elladan did not possess that kind of foresight, and the fact that his new room overlooked Gîlríon's playground was a mixed blessing. To be so near and yet so far, to see but not be able to speak to his son was a new torment. But it was one he could live with quite easily, and it served to strengthen Legolas' resolve to obey his new masters' lightest whims, so that he would not lose his vantage point.
Elladan never suspected anything different in his manner that evening but Elrohir looked thoughtfully at the Sindar thrall-prince for a long time before shrugging his shoulders and subtly making sure that his twin did not go too far with his games.
--from "Meleth Naegra" @ Faerie
1. Something old- A blurb from one of the first fics you’ve ever written.
Alex had been born in Moscow, but the only home he had ever known was in Voskresensk. Mama and Papa did *Important Work* at one of the factories there, but Alex had no idea what that work was. All he knew was when Mama and Papa finally came home, he felt almost sick with relief. Alex's biggest fear was that someday they would be gone and he would never see them again.
--"Birthday Boy" (The X-Files) @ AO3
2. Something new- A snippet from something you’re currently working on, or from the last thing you posted.
license, registration, I ain't got none
Dean yawned again and glanced in the back seat, only to do a fast double take.
"Sammy?"
"What?" Sam grunted and shook his head in an attempt to wake up.
"Look back there and tell me that isn't the Lindbergh baby that just decided to hitch a ride."
3. Something borrowed- A scene or section of dialogue from another writer’s story. Maybe something that inspired you or resonated with you. (Credit the writer and link to it if possible, please.)
[This story just proves how a single word can have more than one meaning to different groups.]
With a sympathetic smile, of the manner used to humour children, Oropher slowly shook his head and patted Glorfindel on the shoulder. "Somebody told you wrong."
"No, I think somebody told you wrong."
"You're just angry now because you're ignorant."
"I am not angry because... oh, you're impossible."
"Look," said Oropher. "This is going nowhere. I have a better idea."
"What?"
Oropher stood and took a step toward the door, motioning for Glorfindel to follow. "You think I'm wrong, but I know you're wrong. So, I think we'd better find somebody else, who will know for sure."
"Yes," Glorfindel agreed, though his voice still kept its superior edge. "I think we'd better."
--Stupid Stories for Irreverent Elves, Ch. 11 by darthfingon @ SWG
http://www. silmarillionwritersguild .org /archive/home/ viewstory.php?sid=876&chapter=11
4. Something blue- C’mon, you know you’ve written a really gut-wrenching bit of angst at some point. Let’s hear the saddest or angstiest thing you’ve got. Alternatively? Tell us about the last time you described the color blue.
(There's only one choice for this one, isn't there?)
It was nearly midday when Legolas was woken by the sound of familiar, childish laughter. Moving quietly, he eased himself onto the balcony and peered down into a small, enclosed garden, where Gîlríon was playing happily with a few outdoor toys. A female nurse was watching him and for a moment Legolas wondered if this was some trick designed to torment him. But then he realized that Elladan did not possess that kind of foresight, and the fact that his new room overlooked Gîlríon's playground was a mixed blessing. To be so near and yet so far, to see but not be able to speak to his son was a new torment. But it was one he could live with quite easily, and it served to strengthen Legolas' resolve to obey his new masters' lightest whims, so that he would not lose his vantage point.
Elladan never suspected anything different in his manner that evening but Elrohir looked thoughtfully at the Sindar thrall-prince for a long time before shrugging his shoulders and subtly making sure that his twin did not go too far with his games.
--from "Meleth Naegra" @ Faerie
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Date: 2014-05-29 04:31 pm (UTC)So many great fics in various fandoms out there would make it hard to choose the last one.
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Date: 2014-05-30 01:25 pm (UTC)