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ratherastory) wrote2010-05-27 01:06 pm
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Two writing memes
1- From
embroiderama: a passage less than 500 words (paragraph/excerpt/very short fic/whatever) from any story I've written, and comment to this post with that selection. I will then give you a DVD commentary on that snippet: what I was thinking when I wrote it, why I wrote it in the first place, what's going on in the character's heads, why I chose certain words, what this moment means in the context of the rest of the fic, lots of awful puns, and anything else that you'd expect to find on a DVD commentary track.
2- From
sinnerforhire: First line of last 25 fics you wrote and try to find a pattern.
This one made me laugh, because I have exactly 27 fics written/in the works. A few weeks ago I wouldn't even have been able to do the meme in its entirety.
1- Lisa feels as though she's failing some subtle test which she never signed up to take.
2- A barista's work is never done, but sometimes there are slow days, and that's the day he comes in, complete with laptop and kicked-puppy expression.
3- This never happened...
4- A certain degree of separation was to be expected when it came to the Winchesters.
5- They stop in Toledo a couple of hours before sunset, and Dean shoves his hands in his pockets, fingerless gloves useless against the cold.
6- There are only a handful of people who have Bobby Singer's cell phone number.
7- Dean finds Sam sitting cross-legged on the floor of their motel room, clad in jeans and a soft, faded grey t-shirt, bare feet tucked under his knees.
8- Getting jumped by regular humans is bad enough, even if those humans are seasoned hunters.
9- After twenty years of dealing with it on and off, it's not a big deal anymore.
10- In her everyday life, Lindsey isn't much of a hand-wringer.
11- Dean's not exactly sure how he and Sam have ended up here, but he's learned to roll with the punches after fifteen or so years of being on the job.
12- “You going to eat that or keep turning it into a valuable work of abstract art?” Dean waggles his fork in the general direction of Sam's plate.
13- Sam is getting really tired of waking up in pain, alone and in the dark.
14- He's blind.
15- Sam hasn't screamed in days.
16- There is water dripping slowly onto the Devil's Trap, and Dean doesn't care.
17- Sam is sick to death of angels.
18- The first thing that Dean ever steals is a sandwich.
19- “I got it,” Sam is pulling their duffel bags out of the trunk of the Impala, not waiting for Dean to help or even come close.
20- Castiel is a bad angel.
21- Sam peered through the window of the dingy motel room, staring as roiling clouds slowly obscured the moon, plunging the parking lot into shadows, flickering orange in the light from the vacancy sign.
22- There's nothing on television except for Christmas specials.
23- “Cas! Castiel! We need some help over here!”
24- Sam is sulking.
25- “Sam, any day now!”
Patterns? I apparently like short, declarative sentences. Sometimes I change it up by starting with dialogue, and occasionally I add in some description about the weather or the time of day. I write primarily in the present tense, which is something I never did before writing fanfic.
2- From
This one made me laugh, because I have exactly 27 fics written/in the works. A few weeks ago I wouldn't even have been able to do the meme in its entirety.
1- Lisa feels as though she's failing some subtle test which she never signed up to take.
2- A barista's work is never done, but sometimes there are slow days, and that's the day he comes in, complete with laptop and kicked-puppy expression.
3- This never happened...
4- A certain degree of separation was to be expected when it came to the Winchesters.
5- They stop in Toledo a couple of hours before sunset, and Dean shoves his hands in his pockets, fingerless gloves useless against the cold.
6- There are only a handful of people who have Bobby Singer's cell phone number.
7- Dean finds Sam sitting cross-legged on the floor of their motel room, clad in jeans and a soft, faded grey t-shirt, bare feet tucked under his knees.
8- Getting jumped by regular humans is bad enough, even if those humans are seasoned hunters.
9- After twenty years of dealing with it on and off, it's not a big deal anymore.
10- In her everyday life, Lindsey isn't much of a hand-wringer.
11- Dean's not exactly sure how he and Sam have ended up here, but he's learned to roll with the punches after fifteen or so years of being on the job.
12- “You going to eat that or keep turning it into a valuable work of abstract art?” Dean waggles his fork in the general direction of Sam's plate.
13- Sam is getting really tired of waking up in pain, alone and in the dark.
14- He's blind.
15- Sam hasn't screamed in days.
16- There is water dripping slowly onto the Devil's Trap, and Dean doesn't care.
17- Sam is sick to death of angels.
18- The first thing that Dean ever steals is a sandwich.
19- “I got it,” Sam is pulling their duffel bags out of the trunk of the Impala, not waiting for Dean to help or even come close.
20- Castiel is a bad angel.
21- Sam peered through the window of the dingy motel room, staring as roiling clouds slowly obscured the moon, plunging the parking lot into shadows, flickering orange in the light from the vacancy sign.
22- There's nothing on television except for Christmas specials.
23- “Cas! Castiel! We need some help over here!”
24- Sam is sulking.
25- “Sam, any day now!”
Patterns? I apparently like short, declarative sentences. Sometimes I change it up by starting with dialogue, and occasionally I add in some description about the weather or the time of day. I write primarily in the present tense, which is something I never did before writing fanfic.

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Predictably, the first hallucination is one of his fourteen-year-old self, talking to him about setting a field on fire with his brother, and how it was the most awesome Fourth of July ever. Then the kid's eyes turn yellow and he grins at Sam, sitting cross-legged on the floor with a roman candle clutched in his fist, sending sparks up toward the low ceiling.
“Just like old times, isn't it?”
Sam tries to ignore them. Tries to ignore the small things that creep around in the shadows, the sound of chitinous carapaces clicking against the cement. Shuts his eyes and pretends he doesn't see his mother using his own Zippo lighter to set fire to her nightgown.
“I should have done this when I knew I was pregnant,” she says calmly, as her hair is set alight with flame.
He almost welcomes the moments when Walt comes in to work him over some more. Neither he nor Roy have so much as brought him a cup of water. Maybe they're really testing to see if he can't die, and so far the test seems pretty conclusive. Sam thinks it's not really fair that getting fatally shot is easier to take than this, but then, life is never fair. Life sucks and then you don't die, he thinks, and laughs so hard he almost chokes, and Walt takes the opportunity to break two of the fingers on his left hand.
After a while the parade of this-is-your-life-Sam-Winchester stops, and there's only Dean, squatting on his haunches in a corner of the room, watching him with eyes filled with reproach.
“I'm sorry,” he whispers into the floor.
“You're always sorry,” comes the dry answer.
“Doesn't mean it's not true.”
“Doesn't change anything, either.”
“I guess not.”
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My reasoning was that Sam hallucinating as a result of sleep deprivation wouldn't be all that different from Sam hallucinating as a result of demon blood detox: it's all coming from his subconscious, anyway. The main difference being that this time, he's more or less aware that it's not real.
It always goes from bad to worse, the people he feels he betrayed: his mother, his younger self (and again, I used the image of the kid having yellow eyes, because it seems to be a recurring fear of Sam's, that he's always been tainted), and finally and most importantly, Dean. Dean who, in Sam's mind, shouldn't accept his apologies, because Sam is sure he doesn't deserve forgiveness.
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