a few WIP paragraphs! just for fun
Feb. 5th, 2012 12:36 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tigriswolfFirst off, I think I should go ahead and post all the SN unfinisheds. I have a few that I think could've been really awesome, and none of them are over 500 words. Should I toss them out into the interwebs? I'm never ever gonna finish 'em.
And now the WIP paragraphs! Guess the fandoms, if you dare.
“Principal Figgins,” Grandmother said calmly, at ease behind his desk, hands clasped, smiling at him. “I am very underwhelmed by this learning institution of yours. To be quite honest, I would prefer that my grandson and Mr. Hummel still attended Dalton Academy.”
Eddie smiled. “Understood.” He paused, eyes going from each sister to Gwaihir, before down to his hands and then the door. “Secret for secret?” he offered, and whispered something. It didn’t sound English, and both twins gasped as a tiny snake slithered down his right hand. “Dad spelled him miniature,” Eddie said.
Kurt goes home and makes a list of his interests. It includes French (for his mom), theater, singing, music, Broadway, fashion, designing outfits, German (for the grandparents who died when he was a baby), The Sound of Music, writing (the usual angsty poetry of outcasts, lyrics that are actually halfway decent, short stories, and a screenplay, so far), and New York City.
Finn shows up at the tail-end, when Azimio is on the floor crying, and Dave’s unconscious, head in Kurt’s lap. Blaine gets there just after Finn and hurries to Kurt’s side, dropping next to him. Teachers come running, trying to make the kids get back to class, but everyone’s caught up by Kurt, by the look on his face, and Azimio shaking, and Kurt’s holding Dave, the kid who drove him out of school once.
The Dark Lord Voldemort rises from the ashes of his defeat, far more powerful than before. At his side, unnamed except for Apprentice, stands a young man who only ever wanted to belong somewhere he was beloved.
(There might a theme amongst these WIPs. *giggles*)
And now the WIP paragraphs! Guess the fandoms, if you dare.
“Principal Figgins,” Grandmother said calmly, at ease behind his desk, hands clasped, smiling at him. “I am very underwhelmed by this learning institution of yours. To be quite honest, I would prefer that my grandson and Mr. Hummel still attended Dalton Academy.”
Eddie smiled. “Understood.” He paused, eyes going from each sister to Gwaihir, before down to his hands and then the door. “Secret for secret?” he offered, and whispered something. It didn’t sound English, and both twins gasped as a tiny snake slithered down his right hand. “Dad spelled him miniature,” Eddie said.
Kurt goes home and makes a list of his interests. It includes French (for his mom), theater, singing, music, Broadway, fashion, designing outfits, German (for the grandparents who died when he was a baby), The Sound of Music, writing (the usual angsty poetry of outcasts, lyrics that are actually halfway decent, short stories, and a screenplay, so far), and New York City.
Finn shows up at the tail-end, when Azimio is on the floor crying, and Dave’s unconscious, head in Kurt’s lap. Blaine gets there just after Finn and hurries to Kurt’s side, dropping next to him. Teachers come running, trying to make the kids get back to class, but everyone’s caught up by Kurt, by the look on his face, and Azimio shaking, and Kurt’s holding Dave, the kid who drove him out of school once.
The Dark Lord Voldemort rises from the ashes of his defeat, far more powerful than before. At his side, unnamed except for Apprentice, stands a young man who only ever wanted to belong somewhere he was beloved.
(There might a theme amongst these WIPs. *giggles*)