First Sentence Tag Game
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Rules: Share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written less than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway.
Martha’s Fluff Brew Remixed and Repoured: Magic, Mods, and Making Tea in the Face of Adversity
Martha, a Seer, knows fate / Is not just one line going straight.
YALC (Yet Another Limerick Collection) for January!
Sherlock and John find out why A pair of siblings, girl and guy, Keep a piece of fine land With a dark mansion and Sent a mental patient there to die.
2024 Comment Contrafacta (and Other Fun Things)
What piece is this of red and green, With questions two men are dealing?
A Lament for Your Stomach
Well, here I am again.
Suspensoria
I was simply doing the dishes, minding my own business.
An Ode to Your Orbicularis Oris
Sometimes in the evening, when you've completed your self-appointed tasks and intensely ignored mine, you seem to be napping or staring at the walls.
Ode to Your Hands Upon My Waking at 3AM to Hear the Violin
O slender digits of moonlight made -- Strong with sinew and drawn bone, What dichotomous feeling you bring me, your other Right Hand, Guardian of your Light, and Interpreter of your Hardness.
Penguin Pop-ups
Sherlock was hatched as a bird / Of the flightless sort.
No Key
Beautiful, sexy, loving, wonderful Bodies as maps - Bodies as journals Read by those closest Who know the meanings of each symbol The path taken through time and effort The marks, an index of identity.
Little Supermarket Bottles of Wine
Sherlock came home without a clue Of what his "magic" would do
Wow, I guess I'm ... a poet? Huh. This requires some self-reflection.
