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Fanfic Meme

Yeah, I have no idea where I came up with this idea. Anyway, the point is to take the first sentence from the majority of your fanfics (ie ff.net, lj, or wherever the most are archived(including multiple fandoms if applicable)) and post them here in random paragraphs, as if to make a new story. Let's see how this turns out, shall we?

Snow fell heavily in Colorado Springs obscuring vision and blanketing the ground. Teyla watched the man sitting across from her, a mixture of concern and wariness on her features.

The stench of rotting garbage filled the air as a crimson shape crashed into a dumpster city sanitation workers had somehow missed during the bi-weekly pickup, old food cartons, and other things that weren’t important enough to risk closer scrutiny, flying through the air from the impact.

Haley hummed a quiet little tune she had composed earlier that day as she skipped down the stairs. She hugged herself tightly as she sat on one of the lower balconies of Atlantis, looking out across the calm, moonlit sea, her eyes not seeing anything as a chill breeze ruffled the curls of her hair.

Rodney felt a wave of relief wash over him as he found the small circle made of material similar to gold, and sighed.

This was it, the final scene, the epic moment that would ultimately prove who was strongest and who would fail miserably…

Jonathan O'Neill stood outside the classroom door that read 'B-211', a frown creasing his features as he studied the rectangular piece of paper that was supposed to be his schedule.

She giggled. Sitting around feeling sorry for oneself isn't a very interesting past time. A strong aroma of decay and something else that she could identify filled Dr. Elizabeth Weir's nostrels. In war, there are casualties.

John cursed as he tripped over something in the darkened room. Thank God McKay was in his lab and not in his quarters, or he’d have some explaining to do. A brilliant display of red and gold, mixed with a lovely pinkish-purple color, painted the sky as a clear sign of the setting sun.

It was late, and few people were up and about in the darkened corridors of the ancient city, but Elizabeth found that she just couldn’t sleep.

"Head over there," Doctor Rodney McKay ordered suddenly from his position behind the pilot's seat, pointing at the spot on the map, "I'm showing a significant power surge in that direction."

Cold, harsh artificial lighting filled the stark laboratory, highlighting the expensive machinery that whirred and beeped as they worked in unison to project the data they had been assigned to collect from the sleeping subject on the table.

Flames rose high into the air, dark smoking marring the otherwise perfectly blue sky.

"Okay, now remember, this bird ain't dead, it's just knocked out," Aiden told Jacob Beans, a scientist who, for some crazy reason also had a degree in the culinary arts, "And it took us forever to get this one."

Elizabeth, a polite and interested expression on her face as a young scientist spoke to her, was remembering her last luncheon with Rodney.

“I am not going to come out dressed like this,” Rodney McKay told the person waiting on the other side of the door.

Tires squealed as Samantha Carter swerved to miss the red sports car that nearly sideswiped her, running over the curb and screeching to a halt just millimeters from hitting the telephone pole. Elizabeth forced herself to concentrate on Doctor Zelenka's report. General Jack O’Neill sighed as he pulled up into his driveway.

Elizabeth Weir sat in her quarters, the dim lighting making it difficult for her to see the book she was reading.

Taken from my ff.net account, going straight down the list. You can switch up orders if you want to, but before you look at what the first sentence is. The point here is to be random.


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Jan. 26th, 2006 09:15 pm (UTC)
Re: Okey dokey then
John was wandering the corridors when he came across someone's underwear lying on the floor in front of a door.

"You want me to do WHAT?!"

This made me giggle.
Jan. 26th, 2006 08:07 pm (UTC)
I cheated a little and used sentences from a multichaptered fic (WIP-the shame, the SHAME!) cause otherwise it would be a short story!

Elizabeth searched through the hordes of personnel and friends milling around the Gateroom with a frown on her face, trying to make her way out to the balconies and the loud bursts of noise emanating from the sky.

Rodney frowned as he shoved backwards, molding himself into the wall to bypass a pair of anthropologists loitering sociably in the hallway as he trudged from his lab to the meeting room where he had been summoned.

The graduated whir and click of the motor as it shut down reminded her that her car could use a tune up, or maybe more. Keeping track of such things had become the lowest of her low priorities, especially since she only drove it a handful of times yearly if she was lucky.

“It’s a gorgeous day, isn’t it?” Carson commented contentedly. “I can’t tell you how happy I am to be getting out of that burrow for a wee bit.”

When Rodney arrived at the mess the next morning he was dismayed to find that breakfast had become a buffet of dry cereal in favor of preparation for that evenings bid-off.

He smelled of home, of the house they had shared, of the air freshener that was frenetically sprayed in the vain effort to mask the inescapable odor of living.

The kitchen was deserted as Carson grabbed a wet towel again and began to scrub down the counter space, humming quietly to himself all the while.

The sky was coal-black and starless as they traipsed back towards the campsite, careful of the wooded ground and its obstacles.

Elizabeth could see the sun was already out in full force before she even opened her eyes, the strength of its rays permeating through her eyelids.

Rodney stifled a yawn with the back of his hand, then raised it a few inches to rest against his forehead.
Jan. 26th, 2006 09:18 pm (UTC)
I cheated a little and used sentences from a multichaptered fic (WIP-the shame, the SHAME!) cause otherwise it would be a short story!

That's perfectly fine...it's still random and funny :-D.
Feb. 1st, 2006 06:11 am (UTC)
Well, this will be very short:

It had been two months since Elizabeth and Rodney had begun dating; they had been friends for over three years and had been a little stubborn about admitting their true feelings for each other. The Atlantis expedition had reconnected the wormhole to the Milky Way Galaxy with the ZPM they had found, after they had been on Atlantis a year.

"You know, Rodney, that's probably not good for you," Elizabeth Weir said to her chief scientist.

“Checkmate, I win again,” Rodney heard John Sheppard say. He walked over to the table where John and Radek were sitting down playing chess. Radek looked quite disappointed and John was explaining the game to Teyla.

Things I've learned from this, write more fics and better opening sentances. Heh
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