2008-09-04
Entry tags:
bandwagon, let me jump on you?
The first lines of the last 20 stories I've posted:
1. One breath. {From For Him, while Dreaming}
2. Someone must unwrap her. {From The Doldrums}
3. It is the night after graduation, and all through Sunnydale, kids are celebrating their escape from the great Snake. {From The Wife of Lot}
4. Early morning light scissors across the room, white and chalky. {From By the Rivers Dark, 6}
5. As her run slows to a walk, and her pumping breaths stride on, she stops with the mantra I am the Slayer, I am the Slayer, I am the Slayer because it is beginning to make her feel a little crazy, and that is the last thing that she needs. {From By the Rivers Dark, 5}
6. Veronica sits on my living room floor, goose bumps prickled along her thin arms. {From The Red Deeps, 7}
7. Buffy concentrates on her own breathing. {From By the Rivers Dark, 4}
8. When she returns from her day out, he is standing at her apartment door, caught between the smells of miso soup and car exhaust. {From The Lightning Tale: in Five Acts}
9. Fall. {From By the Rivers Dark, 3}
10. Not quite breathing, not quite feeling. {From By the Rivers Dark, 2}
11. She is dreaming, and she knows she is dreaming, but that does not stop the tidal flow from her mouth as she is banged up against a snowy badland, her body used as timber in a fire, as she says, I want a plate full of salt, a mouth full of gold. {From By the Rivers Dark, 1}
12. it happens in Cleveland as she is closing up shop for the day, the Potentials feathering around her like birds, flapping and cawing and chattering. {From The Accidental}
13. “So this is how it goes,” Veronica says, apropos to nothing, as she kicks snow with her feet, kicking until her black boots are wet and shiny, and little wavelets of snow rise into the air, falling against the sky, falling against my feet. {From The Red Deeps, 6}
14. I eat breakfast by myself in the windy kitchen. {From The Red Deeps, 5}
15. Vast, running hills of salt. {From The Red Deeps, 4}
16. The library was sweet and still. {From Five Times Buffy Kissed Angel (and once when she didn't)}
17. When I arrive home, I am salted with snow and dreaming of the hot Pacific. {From The Red Deeps, 3}
18. They sail into Opunohu Bay by the grace of the moon. {From The Sorrows of Josephine Potter}
19. She has her leather pants on, so that everybody knows she's not to be fucked with. {From The Lonely Girls Club}
20. once upon a time, she finds a crack in the mirror. {From The Rowing Endeth}
1. One breath. {From For Him, while Dreaming}
2. Someone must unwrap her. {From The Doldrums}
3. It is the night after graduation, and all through Sunnydale, kids are celebrating their escape from the great Snake. {From The Wife of Lot}
4. Early morning light scissors across the room, white and chalky. {From By the Rivers Dark, 6}
5. As her run slows to a walk, and her pumping breaths stride on, she stops with the mantra I am the Slayer, I am the Slayer, I am the Slayer because it is beginning to make her feel a little crazy, and that is the last thing that she needs. {From By the Rivers Dark, 5}
6. Veronica sits on my living room floor, goose bumps prickled along her thin arms. {From The Red Deeps, 7}
7. Buffy concentrates on her own breathing. {From By the Rivers Dark, 4}
8. When she returns from her day out, he is standing at her apartment door, caught between the smells of miso soup and car exhaust. {From The Lightning Tale: in Five Acts}
9. Fall. {From By the Rivers Dark, 3}
10. Not quite breathing, not quite feeling. {From By the Rivers Dark, 2}
11. She is dreaming, and she knows she is dreaming, but that does not stop the tidal flow from her mouth as she is banged up against a snowy badland, her body used as timber in a fire, as she says, I want a plate full of salt, a mouth full of gold. {From By the Rivers Dark, 1}
12. it happens in Cleveland as she is closing up shop for the day, the Potentials feathering around her like birds, flapping and cawing and chattering. {From The Accidental}
13. “So this is how it goes,” Veronica says, apropos to nothing, as she kicks snow with her feet, kicking until her black boots are wet and shiny, and little wavelets of snow rise into the air, falling against the sky, falling against my feet. {From The Red Deeps, 6}
14. I eat breakfast by myself in the windy kitchen. {From The Red Deeps, 5}
15. Vast, running hills of salt. {From The Red Deeps, 4}
16. The library was sweet and still. {From Five Times Buffy Kissed Angel (and once when she didn't)}
17. When I arrive home, I am salted with snow and dreaming of the hot Pacific. {From The Red Deeps, 3}
18. They sail into Opunohu Bay by the grace of the moon. {From The Sorrows of Josephine Potter}
19. She has her leather pants on, so that everybody knows she's not to be fucked with. {From The Lonely Girls Club}
20. once upon a time, she finds a crack in the mirror. {From The Rowing Endeth}