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This is the coolest writing meme I've seen in ages. Borrowed from
daegaer:
Give me one of my own stories, and a timestamp sometime in the future after the end of the story, or sometime in the past before the story started, and I'll write you at least a hundred words of what happened then, whether it's five minutes before the story started or ten years in the future.
The good thing about it is that I'm not forced to come up with entirely new scenarios, just slip myself into an already-created universe and extrapolate in one direction. Sounds fun!
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mercurial_wit, though if you are really mad keen on a drabble I wrote in your LJ years ago...then by all means ask me for that :D
ETA: I'm going to work for a few hours, but all requests will be filled when I get home. That's a promise!
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Give me one of my own stories, and a timestamp sometime in the future after the end of the story, or sometime in the past before the story started, and I'll write you at least a hundred words of what happened then, whether it's five minutes before the story started or ten years in the future.
The good thing about it is that I'm not forced to come up with entirely new scenarios, just slip myself into an already-created universe and extrapolate in one direction. Sounds fun!
Everything's at
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ETA: I'm going to work for a few hours, but all requests will be filled when I get home. That's a promise!
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"Auhghgh," Simon says faintly, closing his eyes again and wondering that the lurch of his heart didn't wake Kaylee. "River..."
The muttering recedes a little, and coheres - benedìcat vos omnipotens Deus - fluid on her tongue.
"What was that, mèimei?" he says, still half-asleep. He opens his eyes again to find River's fingertips dancing and hovering over his forehead.
"Familial blessing," she says, solemn. "Customary."
This seeps through Simon's fatigue, and by the time his eyes have widened - "River, we didn't..." - she's moved on and away, in the direction of the cockpit, nothing remaining but the smug soundlessness of her feet against the metal.
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Made my day.
To the extreme.
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Well. I'm glad. And knowing me I'll end up writing the other one too, because my Jack-voice is pretty much constantly accessible.
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