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Haven't done on of these in ages

anabelgonzalez tagged me in a meme thingy. I thought--what the hell? I'm going to break the chain just a little and say if you're reading this and want to play along, feel free! No tagging involved. Feel free to post your seven lines here! I'd love to read them.
So, here it is:
The 7-7-7 Challenge:
Flip to page 77 or page 7 of your current WIP.
Find line 7.
Post the 7 sentences that follow.     

Here are mine, from The Shadows One Walks:

Startling upright, she saw nothing but the row of neat stucco buildings shuttered against daylight. Urns of flowers marked each one, like pretty girls waiting. Slipper Lane. Fraeda blushed. And then she saw him out of the corner of her eye, that glow marking him as new, yet his form more distinct than it had been the day before, when he joined her rank of ghosts.
“How is it you are here?” she asked. “It should have taken you days to get past the boundary of your death.”
“I didn’t like it there,” he told her.

He has more to say, but I suppose you'll have to wait for 2014 to find out. :-P


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Apr. 16th, 2012 07:48 pm (UTC)
hope I'm not being tactless...
distinct that it
Apr. 16th, 2012 08:50 pm (UTC)
Yup, than! First draft, baby. First draft.
Apr. 16th, 2012 08:52 pm (UTC)
Fixed. Now I have to remember to check it in the file tomorrow, see if it was funky fingers or copied as is.
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Apr. 16th, 2012 08:51 pm (UTC)
I can? Yay! I'll go look.
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Apr. 16th, 2012 09:01 pm (UTC)
Can and did!
Apr. 16th, 2012 10:28 pm (UTC)
Right, first draft, but I bet it's very cool!

I was looking for something of mine that's longer, and didn't find any of them--I have this way of tucking things away so I don't inadvertently run into them, but in my search I found two stories that I think are pretty darn good and that I should send out.

Wow, huh? I have a depressing number of stories, it's a little like an over-filled sock drawer i'd forgotten about.
Apr. 16th, 2012 10:37 pm (UTC)
The over-filled sock drawer that, when you force it open, shoves socks behind the drawer so you can't close it, but you do anyway and it get stuck? That sort of over-filled sock drawer? ;)
Apr. 17th, 2012 12:07 pm (UTC)
Lol, exactly that!
Apr. 16th, 2012 10:50 pm (UTC)
Thank you for playing! I know it's first draft an all but I am already waiting
Apr. 17th, 2012 12:07 am (UTC)
Well that's what I like to hear! :)
Apr. 16th, 2012 11:16 pm (UTC)
oh - nice :)
I went to my seventh line on my 77th page and read it and thought maybe I won't show that just yet -
Apr. 17th, 2012 12:09 am (UTC)
Hahahaha! Don't be shy. It's all just for fun.
Apr. 17th, 2012 03:23 am (UTC)
"I didn't like it there." Love that... hehehe, simple but great.

Here's mine from a steampunk novella called Serpent Queen. It's the first in a series, ehhem, and not edited. :)

He was avoiding me, as if I was truly mad at him, and I didn’t have the energy to find him and tell him it was okay.
“Captain, may I respectfully request that you go take care of yourself?”
I glanced at Kena. She’d been leaning against the gunwale, watching the night sky, since I’d taken over the wheel.
“You’re bleeding. Again. And don’t think I don’t know you’re full of holes. And you never lean against the wheel like you’re going to fall down if you let go.”
Apr. 17th, 2012 03:29 am (UTC)
Yay! Great, Julie! Thanks for playing.
Apr. 17th, 2012 03:35 am (UTC)
Thanks for having me! I debated posting something more polished... but well.. it was supposed to be from a WIP after all.
Apr. 17th, 2012 12:55 pm (UTC)
Exactly! And yet, it was still faboo. :)
Apr. 17th, 2012 04:02 pm (UTC)
haha, *grin* thanks :)
Apr. 17th, 2012 08:55 am (UTC)
From my recently 'completed' WIP.
(Yes *sigh* still more work to do...)
Page 7
Line 7 > next seven lines:

you could live in the village for fifty years and still be considered an
The villagers polished their prejudices along with their windows. They
attended to business, cut their grass and bent to the seasons; kept Sunday
respectable and the flowers on their chapel hats tidy. And if and when
magic danced past the door, they knew the wisest move was to drop the

Page 77
Line 7 > next seven lines:

'I saw him come out and go in for a paper.’
'Do you think she knows?'
'No idea, bach.’ Miss Bevan’s lips pursed in spite of
their best endeavour. 'Interests elsewhere anyway - that's what I
heard; romantically speaking, if you take my meaning.’
Duw, yes. You’d think she’d be married by now.’
Miss Bevan shook her head, confusing her beret into a sideways tilt.

*bach is a prolific Welsh endearment, meaning 'dear.'
Duw means 'God.'

What fun!

Edited at 2012-04-17 09:04 am (UTC)
Apr. 17th, 2012 12:57 pm (UTC)
I love both! The first is especially evocative. Says so much with so little. The second is so familiar, even with the unfamiliar words. Gossip os gossip, eh?

Thank you for playing along, love!
Apr. 18th, 2012 03:00 am (UTC)
Nice. (You're such a tease...2014. Msybe 2013 for me. *crosses fingers*)
Apr. 18th, 2012 03:44 am (UTC)
Quite possibly, for you. ;)
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