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Post the first line from your 25 most recent fanfics and try to find a pattern.
I don't know that I've written 25, but here goes. I bet they are all as long as hell. Because I babble. This excludes unfinished fic and most of my original stuff. Follow the random song lyric...
1. After the seventeen years spent raising Shawn and the decade or so putting up with him, Henry supposed he shouldn’t be surprised anymore by the crap his kid liked to pull.
2. The DJ swings from pop and hip hop to country and back to techno dance with each song, obviously catering to a diverse audience of horny, desperate, and lonely individuals.
3. “Say it, Greg.”
4. “Come back in an hour. Thank you.”
5. “And if you ladies and gentleman do not mind, that will be all for tonight.”
6. In about half a second someone was going to get annoyed enough with his silence to say
something, and judging from his recent mood swing—from grumpy sour-puss to new levels of silent fuming grumpy sour-puss—Shawn would have staked his bike on Lassiter being the one to blow.
7. The appointment had been made for one o’clock.
8. After two exhausting weeks of all night stakeouts, and triple shifts following double shifts, after two blissfully Spencer-free and thus incredibly productive weeks, Carlton should be sleeping like a baby.
9. The music is too loud.
10. Dude got himself a room behind a cantina run by an old Mexican widow because Texas nights can get cold, especially in the desert, and when he's not walking the streets and waiting for something to happen he wants to rest someplace to keep a body warm until he has to face the bright light of morning.
11. The autumn of 1889 was a wet one, with a wind that seemed to have swept down from the glaciers of the North to set the stoutest man to shivering.
12. “I fuckin’ hate stakeouts,” Ray said, again, with a slight hitch in his breathing.
13. “I fuckin’ hate stakeouts.”
14. In mid October in Chicago there was usually a chill in the air, an icy edge to the strong winds that promised winter, and in autumns past I had welcomed the bite at my skin, delighted in the shivers that reminded me of home.
15. There was a knock at the door again.
16. I only just fell asleep when the noise woke me up.
17. That.
18. “Don’t worry, Fraser. We are going to nail that bastard, just you wait and see…”
19. It wasn’t all my fault.
20. It had been one hell of a shift, so crazy and exhausting that for once Nick hadn’t minded being told to leave early, because all he had wanted since getting to work to find the Trace Lab in chaos, and Catherine snarling about a suspiciously missing Grissom, had been to come home so he could fall back on his couch and close his eyes.
21. Nick had been raised to never even think ill will toward a woman, especially not one he knew for a fact was a decent, kind, caring person. But if Catherine didn’t leave them alone but quick, he was going to violate everything he was brought up to believe in and start wishing her some serious personal harm.
22. There was only so much he could pretend to do here.
23. Nick’s eyes opened wide at the first pounding beat of bass and screeching guitar that hit him.
24. It was not as though he did not have other things to attend to.
25. “Bend over.”
Here's what I noticed. I've been experimenting with voice and tense, which is good. But there is some passive voice in there, which is bad. Also I tend not to do the exciting awesome hook beginnings. I mostly build slowly (too slowly) toward the end.
cerebel:Post the first line from your 25 most recent fanfics and try to find a pattern.
I don't know that I've written 25, but here goes. I bet they are all as long as hell. Because I babble. This excludes unfinished fic and most of my original stuff. Follow the random song lyric...
1. After the seventeen years spent raising Shawn and the decade or so putting up with him, Henry supposed he shouldn’t be surprised anymore by the crap his kid liked to pull.
2. The DJ swings from pop and hip hop to country and back to techno dance with each song, obviously catering to a diverse audience of horny, desperate, and lonely individuals.
3. “Say it, Greg.”
4. “Come back in an hour. Thank you.”
5. “And if you ladies and gentleman do not mind, that will be all for tonight.”
6. In about half a second someone was going to get annoyed enough with his silence to say
something, and judging from his recent mood swing—from grumpy sour-puss to new levels of silent fuming grumpy sour-puss—Shawn would have staked his bike on Lassiter being the one to blow.
7. The appointment had been made for one o’clock.
8. After two exhausting weeks of all night stakeouts, and triple shifts following double shifts, after two blissfully Spencer-free and thus incredibly productive weeks, Carlton should be sleeping like a baby.
9. The music is too loud.
10. Dude got himself a room behind a cantina run by an old Mexican widow because Texas nights can get cold, especially in the desert, and when he's not walking the streets and waiting for something to happen he wants to rest someplace to keep a body warm until he has to face the bright light of morning.
11. The autumn of 1889 was a wet one, with a wind that seemed to have swept down from the glaciers of the North to set the stoutest man to shivering.
12. “I fuckin’ hate stakeouts,” Ray said, again, with a slight hitch in his breathing.
13. “I fuckin’ hate stakeouts.”
14. In mid October in Chicago there was usually a chill in the air, an icy edge to the strong winds that promised winter, and in autumns past I had welcomed the bite at my skin, delighted in the shivers that reminded me of home.
15. There was a knock at the door again.
16. I only just fell asleep when the noise woke me up.
17. That.
18. “Don’t worry, Fraser. We are going to nail that bastard, just you wait and see…”
19. It wasn’t all my fault.
20. It had been one hell of a shift, so crazy and exhausting that for once Nick hadn’t minded being told to leave early, because all he had wanted since getting to work to find the Trace Lab in chaos, and Catherine snarling about a suspiciously missing Grissom, had been to come home so he could fall back on his couch and close his eyes.
21. Nick had been raised to never even think ill will toward a woman, especially not one he knew for a fact was a decent, kind, caring person. But if Catherine didn’t leave them alone but quick, he was going to violate everything he was brought up to believe in and start wishing her some serious personal harm.
22. There was only so much he could pretend to do here.
23. Nick’s eyes opened wide at the first pounding beat of bass and screeching guitar that hit him.
24. It was not as though he did not have other things to attend to.
25. “Bend over.”
Here's what I noticed. I've been experimenting with voice and tense, which is good. But there is some passive voice in there, which is bad. Also I tend not to do the exciting awesome hook beginnings. I mostly build slowly (too slowly) toward the end.
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That would be a kick ass participation across the board meme.
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I would, if people would actually do that. But I don't think they would.
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