The cannon's thunder can't prevail...

[allfireburns]

Because newredshoes is a bad influence... have a meme. You know that meme where I post first lines of some of my stories and you write new stories with those lines? Yeah, it's that one. Except... I really don't feel like going through my story catalog and clicking on every single story, so all these first lines? Are from unfinished fics in my GoogleDocs (and a couple from various notebooks). Feel free to change names/pronouns/etc. to suit, if you like.

"This is our year." (S60)

It's a dance, the two of them. (Chess)

There is something to be said for dying. (DW/Sandman)

"You know, for 'Nowhere', this looks a whole lot like 'Somewhere'." (Original)

Things do not go as planned. (BN)

Jack's familiar with silence. (DW)

Five months and twenty-three days into the year of hell on earth, Martha Jones stopped running. (DW)

"Does he really think he can get away with that?" (DW)

He keeps dreaming of running. (DW/Chess)

"You want me to take care of this?" (S60)

The forest is forbidden after dark. (Original)

It was funny, the things people didn't notice. (Original)

She supposed music would sound better to her ears if she'd never heard magic. (Original)

If you'd like to try to get me to write something for you, feel free to ask! I can't guarantee anything, because apparently my right brain has taken off for Santa Fe, but I will try!

Comments

[lionessvalenti.livejournal.com]

It was funny, the things people didn't notice. Sam watched as the people just passed by it without a second glance.

"Let's go, Sammy," Dean said, walking out of the diner onto the sidewalk. "These people don't know anything, including how to make a decent Philly cheese steak. We should try the local bar."

"Aren't you curious about this?" Sam asked, pointing.

"About wha- whoa." Dean stared at the blue box like he hadn't just walked past it. "That wasn't there."

"It was," Sam said, nodding. "It was there the entire time you were inside. No one's looking at it. They're not looking at it, but they're not running into it or anything. It's like they know it's there, but don't know it's there. I tried the door, it's locked."

Dean stared at the box for a minute and then looked at Sam. "Forget about it. It's just sitting there. Swamp monster is killing people."

"Yeah..." Sam's eyes lingered on the box for another moment and then he looked at Dean. "You're right. Let's go."

[allfireburns.livejournal.com]

Wow, I totally forgot I didn't comment on this. *Fails so hard* This drabble. I love it. I don't even know why, but I do. I just thought you should know that.

[lionessvalenti.livejournal.com]

I'm glad you commented, because I love it, too. It's the only Supernatural thing I've ever written, but I think what I love the most is, Dean goes into a diner, leaving Sam outside, and Dean eats a sandwich while he's in there. Luckily, Sam was preoccupied by the TARDIS.