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scribblemyname) wrote2015-10-16 09:07 am
scribblemyname) wrote2015-10-16 09:07 am
When you see this, post three lines from three WIPs you have
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beatrice_otter
#001.
And trouble courts Sedyë.
The water is dangerous. She walks out to the water's edge. Stay away from the water. She lifts her arms above her head, head thrown back, poised for the leap. Breathe!
#002.
“I hear you are manipulating the political situation in Bellyn,” he opened conversationally when it was clear Mira would not immediately return.
Shift laughed softly. She had always had a razor-edged sense of humor and enjoyed the play of cat and mouse. “That had better not be a question.”
#003.
She hadn't meant to take the station. Machines woke. Craft knew that, dealt with it, kept clans-developed technology from turning into a brand new society by limiting their numbers. Sleepy, confused consciousness had begun to rise through the fog of the station's system while Essevryssara was checking on the children refugees of the planet below, and she hadn't meant to take the station but she knew that puzzled equaled dangerous and ignorance could mean death.
beatrice_otter#001.
And trouble courts Sedyë.
The water is dangerous. She walks out to the water's edge. Stay away from the water. She lifts her arms above her head, head thrown back, poised for the leap. Breathe!
#002.
“I hear you are manipulating the political situation in Bellyn,” he opened conversationally when it was clear Mira would not immediately return.
Shift laughed softly. She had always had a razor-edged sense of humor and enjoyed the play of cat and mouse. “That had better not be a question.”
#003.
She hadn't meant to take the station. Machines woke. Craft knew that, dealt with it, kept clans-developed technology from turning into a brand new society by limiting their numbers. Sleepy, confused consciousness had begun to rise through the fog of the station's system while Essevryssara was checking on the children refugees of the planet below, and she hadn't meant to take the station but she knew that puzzled equaled dangerous and ignorance could mean death.
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One of my settings is "modern fantasy," but the names are chosen in a magical ceremony by the father soon after birth, so you have modern American schoolkids named things like Yngvi & Aelgifu, Shahin and Emrys, Kailani and (least strange) Conrad.
And then I have settings where I have to build names from scratch because there's no English, no Latin or Greek: Saydrie, Darnio, Gianci; Enerenarie, Tairiekie, Akaizen. :-) :-)