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!

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http://rodlox.livejournal.com/136339.html for a Life drabble starting with the words "You know, for 'Nowhere', this looks a whole lot like 'Somewhere'.".


"You know, for 'Nowhere', this looks a whole lot like 'Somewhere'," Charlie Crews said as he and his partner sat on the hood of his car, here in a neighborhood of downtown he wasn't acquainted with.

It'd been Reese's idea, coming out here. The case had hit an impasse, with every suspect and witness in this case each claiming ignorance of one vital detail or another; and he suspected he'd said entirely the wrong thing when he and she got in the car after one such talk with a couple of witnesses.

She wasn't saying anything, Charlie considered. That could be a good thing, or it could mean she was about to bean him, probably with a soda can.

"I was five," Reese said after a while. "Dad drove me out here...

"We just sat in the car. I was all excited; there I was, thinking he had brought me on a stake-out. I kept quiet and my head low - didn't want to give us away to whomever dad was keeping an eye on."

And that was it. Charlie kept an ear open, but she didn't say another word. But lessons learned on the Inside, from the book and other sources, combined with Reese's story... and it clicked. "It's nowhere to us, but not to the people who know it - and it shouldn't be an unknown to people who know it. So if they say they don't know it -"

"I'm driving," Reese said, sliding off the hood and heading for the door.