Post the Five-Hundred and Thirteenth - Stats

I forgot that this is now March.

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Post the Five-Hundred and Fourteenth - WIP Meme

Post a single sentence from each WIP you have (or as many as you want to pick). No context, no explanations. No more than one sentence.

FanFiction
The crowd, seeing the object of there wrath wasn’t in this room, split and started going to the other rooms, where Meg could hear the sound of furniture being knocked over.

Darth Vader stalked through the long halls of the Jedi temple on Corasent. (First fanfic I ever wrote)

As a photographer is praised for finding the ‘best side’ of his model, so anyone arriving by air will see the best of Paris, and in turn, the city will give her warmest welcome.

He wouldn't really care, but the boy was using the knife to cut twigs and he was leaving the junk in little piles all over His sill.

D.G. banged a wooden spoon on the bottom of a pot while Hank whistled and clapped.

D.G. threw herself into his arms and showed him just how much she had, indeed, missed him.

Suddenly his life had changed radically, instead of waking at dawn, putting in a hard days work, and going to bed with the sun Cain found himself attending party after party that lasted into the early hours, sometimes going to bed just as the sun was rising.

Eric needed a new thought; a new direction, something Charles and his team couldn’t match.

Since my illness I have taken in to account thing of which I had never thought of before, things such as loyalty, duty, and devotion to ones family.

“I'm a rouge?” Glitch asked in awe.

“It’s a truth universally acknowledged that a single player, with a large talent, is in want of a good contract.”

“I have you now foul beast!” The boy, Ned, was standing on a fallen log, the purloined doll trapped pitifully under his foot.


Fiction
Then Mnemosyne just had to have her week and a half fling with Zeus and ended up with nine girls, so well why not train them to be Muse?

My Dad is a Consultant for banks, a good one, so our family has lived all over the U.S. but this time dear ol’ Dad got stationed in Australia. (First story I ever wrote!)

It's because we truly do have cooties, each and every one of us.

Fiona had been born to a poor knight and a very minor lady of clan Garrow, a small branch of a family tree that some how included the King of Scotland.

I’m writing this story now in the end of my life, with the hope that it will help those to come.

There was a thin fog covering Manhattan Island as I made my way to Bird’s apartment.



::Stares::

Oh my lord, that's a lot!

I may have to give up on some of these and just trash the ideas