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zarahemlaI've been having lots of fun writing drabbles for the first lines of other peoples' fics, so I present here some of mine in the hopes of getting drabble-age out of it.
I won't tell you the fandoms (though some are obvious) so you can just riff on it.
It's not a dark alley they meet in, but a vast, brightly lit ballroom in Los Angeles.
A ranchers son ought to be used to hardship.
They cut the rope from the saddle and let him fall.
Two days after Archie Kennedy died of his gut wound, and all the other officers of the Renown were cleared of charges of mutiny most foul, and one day before Captain Hornblower will sail the Retribution back to England, Horatio takes William out into Kingston Harbour and teaches him how to swim.
She looks at him with eyes that are, strangely, not blank, but electric.
Riley has only ten minutes with the nameless dead girl.
The leaves sigh around Alain, as if they're trying to tell him something, something so low and delicate that he will never hear it.
Bright is not stupid.
Freed from the stifling heat of the tavern, Jack stumbles into darkness.
The moonship's black corridors echo under Uther Doul's heels.
The train goes by every day, but it only goes one way.
We're watching the moonlight bounce off the New York City skyline.
I think I had him there, for just one minute.
In the arena of Krycek's head, he's playing chess.
I won't tell you the fandoms (though some are obvious) so you can just riff on it.
It's not a dark alley they meet in, but a vast, brightly lit ballroom in Los Angeles.
A ranchers son ought to be used to hardship.
They cut the rope from the saddle and let him fall.
Two days after Archie Kennedy died of his gut wound, and all the other officers of the Renown were cleared of charges of mutiny most foul, and one day before Captain Hornblower will sail the Retribution back to England, Horatio takes William out into Kingston Harbour and teaches him how to swim.
She looks at him with eyes that are, strangely, not blank, but electric.
Riley has only ten minutes with the nameless dead girl.
The leaves sigh around Alain, as if they're trying to tell him something, something so low and delicate that he will never hear it.
Bright is not stupid.
Freed from the stifling heat of the tavern, Jack stumbles into darkness.
The moonship's black corridors echo under Uther Doul's heels.
The train goes by every day, but it only goes one way.
We're watching the moonlight bounce off the New York City skyline.
I think I had him there, for just one minute.
In the arena of Krycek's head, he's playing chess.
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Date: 2004-10-07 04:37 am (UTC)Mal knew he deserved better, but it had been a days-long trip on a broken-down nag with Mal in the front and "him" (he couldn't bring himself to even think his name, because then it'd all be true and Wash'd be dead forever) draped over the back, wrapped in a sheet and tied down tight.
Mal looked hollowly at the woman in front of him, his body on the verge of collapse, and, despite her tears, Zoë moved forward, wrapped her arm around his waist, and carried him inside.
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Date: 2004-10-07 04:09 pm (UTC)