Shamelessly Stollen from Bigdamnxenafan
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cedar_groveI was curious at just how many things there were and what there were, since a former tutor of mine once said NEVER throw away anything you write... and I didn't. I did /lose/ stuff with successive computer crashes and stuff, but... never have I voluntarily hit the del button on anything no matter how shite.
Post a snippet from every WIP you can find. No explanations allowed, just excerpt.
A blade sliced the fabric of his robes and scored the skin beneath. Sameh hissed at the sting and came on against the man who’d marked him. His own blade moved as a blur in front of him, coming first from one side and then from the other as he sought to keep the other warrior off balance; looked for an opening that would afford him an advantage and give him the chance to strike.
“Medjai, Xatar!”
The cry of alarm came from behind him and turning his head slightly he saw that the Farhaseed had concentrated their attack and had broken through the Medjai line. Several of them now sprinted for the large council hall at the centre of the settlement.
“They must not reach the centre,” he called his order in response as he turned back to face his opponent that he was fighting blind, “Finish them!”
****
“All that I am belongs to the Medjai. I am a figurehead wife for those that will not accept the choice Ardeth made with his heart. I am the mother of a son they still reject as heir because of the blood that saved his life. The blood of a woman now Medjai herself, as Ardeth took her to his heart. They do not see the hypocrisy with which they bind me. They do not understand the sacrifices I have willingly made for them – because for all their faults, the Medjai are my people… and I love them with the heart of a mother that would wish them no harm no matter how their hearts are visited upon me. And somewhere… in my memory… is the joy of a single moment that I borrowed for my own."
****
“Come home to me,” she whispered, “please… I love you. I need you.”
One by one, the families of the deceased came to her, bringing the warriors weapons, wrapped in their Indigos. As wife to the first Medjai she would be called on to place each bundle into the ground, an honour to the warriors. As each of the family’s representatives handed the precious bundles to her, she spoke to them.
“Your son honoured me,” or “Your husband was a brave warrior,” or “Your brother honoured his oaths well.”
****
Nathan, spotting a landmark that looked at least part way familiar from his encyclopaedic reading, suddenly grasped Lothar's arm.
"Isn't that The Tor?" He asked excitedly.
"That's right," The bearded man turned his dark eyes to grasp at the crumbled tower that topped the hill, and faded and returned to sight, as if clouds were passing to obscure the monument.
****
“You scare me,” Kishan said, chuckling, “You should get out more. Find yourself a real woman.”
“Ha,” Lewis snorted playfully, “Could a real woman do this?”
Triumphantly he made a performance of hitting execute and then leaned back with his hands clasped behind his head.
“Access denied.” The calm voice of Zhacis melted from the walls of the command centre.
“Bitch!” Lewis sat forward in his seat, his fingers once more flying over key sequences. “What did I do; Forget our anniversary or something?”
****
"You feel something, don't you?"
"I /always/ feel something, Daniel. I asked why you brought me here." Mari turned away to once again search among the whispering trees for a sense of where the menace she felt. She needed to know from whence it came. "Here... there were people here. I feel a great sense of emotion, euphoria and… and something else."
Daniel jumped as she suddenly swung back to face him. "They were here, weren't they, the one's you're tracking... the ones that have discovered--” she didn't get any further, but folded on herself at the first stab of intense vision that had finally answered her call.
****
“Hamad, no! Please… mercy! You’ll kill her.” The desperation in her mother’s voice barely registered against the relief that no more fall of sharp leather met her back.
“Abi, have you lost your mind?” The voice of her eldest brother, Hamza – how she missed him. “Cut her down, Jamil, and send for a healer, quickly.”
She did not even feel whether she hit the ground or fell into her youngest brother’s arms, as darkness stole her away from the pain.
****
“The logical explanation—”
“The only logical explanation right now,” Cody interrupted, and Jake could almost see his fellow agent running a hand through his hair in frustration, “is equipment failure, but don’t you think it’s a little bit coincidental that my board should go down now, just when we’re minutes away from some crackpot blowing the shit out of Chicago central?”
“Yes, I do, Cody,” It was Frank’s voice that answered, “which is why we’re going to assume that it hasn’t, and that we’re just missing the obvious. Time?”
“You don’t have time, Donovan,” Cody answered, “You gotta pull everyone out. You have four minutes and fifty four seconds. Even if you did find any devices, that’s not enough time for the bomb squad to get there and make it safe.”
****
As the splash of light touched her Shaira whimpered, twisting away, and pulling on the rein so that the horse whinnied, and began to struggle.
“Be still!” Nazir called to her, keeping his voice as gentle as he could. “We will bring you up, but you must not pull the rein, you will bring the horse, and the warriors holding him down on your head.”
“Help me!” she moaned, winding her hand into the reins still more.
Nazir swore softly. He knew she was driven only by her fear of falling, but his concern was for both the woman and the horse, both. After a moment he shrugged off his outer robe.
****
Nazim nodded. His father's injuries and subsequent death was the perfect opportunity for them to open up the debate once again as to whether he should ever have been sent to gain a 'Western' education.
"Can of worms, more like," he muttered.
"Nazim?"
He shook his head and draped an arm around his brother's shoulders. "It does not matter." He sighed then. "I need to pay my respects to Mother, and to spend some time in mourning our father. Come with me?"
****
"I've never yet met a man who did not find a dancer necessary at the end of his long day," she murmured hotly as she leaned down to his ear. "Rest... let me show you..."
She pushed against his shoulders until, unballanced, he fell back against the cushion... then found her feet, and began, seductively, to sway her hips from side to side... rolling her belly in a 'come-hither' motion as her hands reached for the veils that kept the rest of her away from his gaze.
****
Amasiah stood beside what was left of his order as they assembled outside of the steps down into the ancient city. They were to descend today into their new home. The outer city would be where they would stay while they worked to reach the centre, and the Grigori awaiting them there.
There would be a lot of work to do between now and then… not the least to prepare the women that he had chosen as the mates that would help to subdue the awakened Old Ones… Rachel most of all.
He had spoken with Saul as soon as he had arrived, having got out of Texas almost the instant before the authorities had descended on the miserable little town. So close that they must have passed on the road. Still… all was well.
****
“Then why are you sending me away!” Lynwen exploded suddenly, her sob cutting through the soothing hush of the beach. Stubbornly she refused to turn and face herself even when each grain of sand at her feet reflected the truth into her eyes. She was beautiful. She was loved.
“I’m not!” Rhys took her by the shoulders and shook her slightly as he turned her to face him. “God knows I want you to stay…”
“But…”
“But I want you to be happy…” Once more his words were interrupted by a staccato, humourless laugh. He went on undeterred, “At peace… with yourself at least.”
****
“Mori my sweet… has no-one ever told you that it’s undignified for a Priestess to be seen running.”
“Once.” My childish voice answered. I hated that voice then. When I was a child I wanted to be a woman, and when I had that responsibility thrust on me I wanted to be a child again. Such was my life. “And I took no notice of them then either.”
Vivian laughed. “One day that memory will haunt you little Mori.”
“I have enough to haunt me now without remembering before this time. Why is that man here?” I pointed toward King Uther, “He’s dishonouring my mother. Send him away Aunt Vivian.”
***
"Esha," he murmured, leaning closer until they shared breath, until he could gently brush the hint of a soft kiss against her lips and as she opened to him, sharing emotion and trust in that one simple moment, tears filled his eyes and he knew that he was hers.
If I could give you healing; give you life simply in the safety of my arms, letting go is the one thing I would never do.
"Will you stay?" she whispered as the kiss ended. "At least until I am asleep."
***
"You were given the retrovirus," Todd said as his laughter trailed off. "What do you expect?"
"A few less comments from the peanut gallery," Sheppard snapped as he hauled the Wraith roughly to his feet. "When I want your opinion, I'll ask for it."
"And you will," Todd said, his tone almost light, amused, "sooner or later. With the Wraith so close you're going to need my help."
"Yeah, well, that time hasn't come yet, so…" Sheppard shrugged.
****
Nothing about her felt as though it was her own. All she knew was that she had to get them back to the city, back to Atlantis. It was the only place she could be sure they would be safe, after that it did not matter what happened to her. Her body burned – the fever unabated even with the medicine the one marine had pushed on her. Her mind was filled with confusion, with fear of what the pains she was suffering could mean… deep explosions of an exhausting cramp that rippled out from the centre of her belly and stole everything that she was and with the gunfire around her it was all she could do to keep her hands moving over the symbols on the dialling device.
****
"Mercy! Please, I beg of you, mercy!"
"Hold!" he instructed sharply.
Slowly he crossed the room toward her, silently instructing the drones to release her. She fell at his feet, clasping the leather of his pants as she did; a supplicant gesture. Slowly he lowered himself to his knees and closed his hands around her arms, in support, as she climbed her way upward over his body. He allowed her increasingly fervent touches over his neck and shoulders… even onto his face.
****
So that's all unfinished, and that's without you count the rest of the VS5 or CS6 I have planned or outlined, and also ST: Enterprise 5
Post a snippet from every WIP you can find. No explanations allowed, just excerpt.
A blade sliced the fabric of his robes and scored the skin beneath. Sameh hissed at the sting and came on against the man who’d marked him. His own blade moved as a blur in front of him, coming first from one side and then from the other as he sought to keep the other warrior off balance; looked for an opening that would afford him an advantage and give him the chance to strike.
“Medjai, Xatar!”
The cry of alarm came from behind him and turning his head slightly he saw that the Farhaseed had concentrated their attack and had broken through the Medjai line. Several of them now sprinted for the large council hall at the centre of the settlement.
“They must not reach the centre,” he called his order in response as he turned back to face his opponent that he was fighting blind, “Finish them!”
****
“All that I am belongs to the Medjai. I am a figurehead wife for those that will not accept the choice Ardeth made with his heart. I am the mother of a son they still reject as heir because of the blood that saved his life. The blood of a woman now Medjai herself, as Ardeth took her to his heart. They do not see the hypocrisy with which they bind me. They do not understand the sacrifices I have willingly made for them – because for all their faults, the Medjai are my people… and I love them with the heart of a mother that would wish them no harm no matter how their hearts are visited upon me. And somewhere… in my memory… is the joy of a single moment that I borrowed for my own."
****
“Come home to me,” she whispered, “please… I love you. I need you.”
One by one, the families of the deceased came to her, bringing the warriors weapons, wrapped in their Indigos. As wife to the first Medjai she would be called on to place each bundle into the ground, an honour to the warriors. As each of the family’s representatives handed the precious bundles to her, she spoke to them.
“Your son honoured me,” or “Your husband was a brave warrior,” or “Your brother honoured his oaths well.”
****
Nathan, spotting a landmark that looked at least part way familiar from his encyclopaedic reading, suddenly grasped Lothar's arm.
"Isn't that The Tor?" He asked excitedly.
"That's right," The bearded man turned his dark eyes to grasp at the crumbled tower that topped the hill, and faded and returned to sight, as if clouds were passing to obscure the monument.
****
“You scare me,” Kishan said, chuckling, “You should get out more. Find yourself a real woman.”
“Ha,” Lewis snorted playfully, “Could a real woman do this?”
Triumphantly he made a performance of hitting execute and then leaned back with his hands clasped behind his head.
“Access denied.” The calm voice of Zhacis melted from the walls of the command centre.
“Bitch!” Lewis sat forward in his seat, his fingers once more flying over key sequences. “What did I do; Forget our anniversary or something?”
****
"You feel something, don't you?"
"I /always/ feel something, Daniel. I asked why you brought me here." Mari turned away to once again search among the whispering trees for a sense of where the menace she felt. She needed to know from whence it came. "Here... there were people here. I feel a great sense of emotion, euphoria and… and something else."
Daniel jumped as she suddenly swung back to face him. "They were here, weren't they, the one's you're tracking... the ones that have discovered--” she didn't get any further, but folded on herself at the first stab of intense vision that had finally answered her call.
****
“Hamad, no! Please… mercy! You’ll kill her.” The desperation in her mother’s voice barely registered against the relief that no more fall of sharp leather met her back.
“Abi, have you lost your mind?” The voice of her eldest brother, Hamza – how she missed him. “Cut her down, Jamil, and send for a healer, quickly.”
She did not even feel whether she hit the ground or fell into her youngest brother’s arms, as darkness stole her away from the pain.
****
“The logical explanation—”
“The only logical explanation right now,” Cody interrupted, and Jake could almost see his fellow agent running a hand through his hair in frustration, “is equipment failure, but don’t you think it’s a little bit coincidental that my board should go down now, just when we’re minutes away from some crackpot blowing the shit out of Chicago central?”
“Yes, I do, Cody,” It was Frank’s voice that answered, “which is why we’re going to assume that it hasn’t, and that we’re just missing the obvious. Time?”
“You don’t have time, Donovan,” Cody answered, “You gotta pull everyone out. You have four minutes and fifty four seconds. Even if you did find any devices, that’s not enough time for the bomb squad to get there and make it safe.”
****
As the splash of light touched her Shaira whimpered, twisting away, and pulling on the rein so that the horse whinnied, and began to struggle.
“Be still!” Nazir called to her, keeping his voice as gentle as he could. “We will bring you up, but you must not pull the rein, you will bring the horse, and the warriors holding him down on your head.”
“Help me!” she moaned, winding her hand into the reins still more.
Nazir swore softly. He knew she was driven only by her fear of falling, but his concern was for both the woman and the horse, both. After a moment he shrugged off his outer robe.
****
Nazim nodded. His father's injuries and subsequent death was the perfect opportunity for them to open up the debate once again as to whether he should ever have been sent to gain a 'Western' education.
"Can of worms, more like," he muttered.
"Nazim?"
He shook his head and draped an arm around his brother's shoulders. "It does not matter." He sighed then. "I need to pay my respects to Mother, and to spend some time in mourning our father. Come with me?"
****
"I've never yet met a man who did not find a dancer necessary at the end of his long day," she murmured hotly as she leaned down to his ear. "Rest... let me show you..."
She pushed against his shoulders until, unballanced, he fell back against the cushion... then found her feet, and began, seductively, to sway her hips from side to side... rolling her belly in a 'come-hither' motion as her hands reached for the veils that kept the rest of her away from his gaze.
****
Amasiah stood beside what was left of his order as they assembled outside of the steps down into the ancient city. They were to descend today into their new home. The outer city would be where they would stay while they worked to reach the centre, and the Grigori awaiting them there.
There would be a lot of work to do between now and then… not the least to prepare the women that he had chosen as the mates that would help to subdue the awakened Old Ones… Rachel most of all.
He had spoken with Saul as soon as he had arrived, having got out of Texas almost the instant before the authorities had descended on the miserable little town. So close that they must have passed on the road. Still… all was well.
****
“Then why are you sending me away!” Lynwen exploded suddenly, her sob cutting through the soothing hush of the beach. Stubbornly she refused to turn and face herself even when each grain of sand at her feet reflected the truth into her eyes. She was beautiful. She was loved.
“I’m not!” Rhys took her by the shoulders and shook her slightly as he turned her to face him. “God knows I want you to stay…”
“But…”
“But I want you to be happy…” Once more his words were interrupted by a staccato, humourless laugh. He went on undeterred, “At peace… with yourself at least.”
****
“Mori my sweet… has no-one ever told you that it’s undignified for a Priestess to be seen running.”
“Once.” My childish voice answered. I hated that voice then. When I was a child I wanted to be a woman, and when I had that responsibility thrust on me I wanted to be a child again. Such was my life. “And I took no notice of them then either.”
Vivian laughed. “One day that memory will haunt you little Mori.”
“I have enough to haunt me now without remembering before this time. Why is that man here?” I pointed toward King Uther, “He’s dishonouring my mother. Send him away Aunt Vivian.”
***
"Esha," he murmured, leaning closer until they shared breath, until he could gently brush the hint of a soft kiss against her lips and as she opened to him, sharing emotion and trust in that one simple moment, tears filled his eyes and he knew that he was hers.
If I could give you healing; give you life simply in the safety of my arms, letting go is the one thing I would never do.
"Will you stay?" she whispered as the kiss ended. "At least until I am asleep."
***
"You were given the retrovirus," Todd said as his laughter trailed off. "What do you expect?"
"A few less comments from the peanut gallery," Sheppard snapped as he hauled the Wraith roughly to his feet. "When I want your opinion, I'll ask for it."
"And you will," Todd said, his tone almost light, amused, "sooner or later. With the Wraith so close you're going to need my help."
"Yeah, well, that time hasn't come yet, so…" Sheppard shrugged.
****
Nothing about her felt as though it was her own. All she knew was that she had to get them back to the city, back to Atlantis. It was the only place she could be sure they would be safe, after that it did not matter what happened to her. Her body burned – the fever unabated even with the medicine the one marine had pushed on her. Her mind was filled with confusion, with fear of what the pains she was suffering could mean… deep explosions of an exhausting cramp that rippled out from the centre of her belly and stole everything that she was and with the gunfire around her it was all she could do to keep her hands moving over the symbols on the dialling device.
****
"Mercy! Please, I beg of you, mercy!"
"Hold!" he instructed sharply.
Slowly he crossed the room toward her, silently instructing the drones to release her. She fell at his feet, clasping the leather of his pants as she did; a supplicant gesture. Slowly he lowered himself to his knees and closed his hands around her arms, in support, as she climbed her way upward over his body. He allowed her increasingly fervent touches over his neck and shoulders… even onto his face.
****
So that's all unfinished, and that's without you count the rest of the VS5 or CS6 I have planned or outlined, and also ST: Enterprise 5
