Writing pattern tag game
Wow, I haven't been around in a very long time. And I actually just logged in to reply to the fantastic @defaultjane because I love everything she does and tagging me in games is no exception! And when I saw it I immediately went "omg I wanna do that!" But I had to find the time LOL So, a little late, but meh... Here we go! Rules: list the first line(s) of your last 10 posted fics and see if there’s a pattern!
Scared: She lit the cigarette and took a hasty drag from it. Her look began to sway along the skyline, where the dirty breath of humanity drew ugly lines onto the horizon.
Just Friends (I am cheating here because I actually posted this in 2017 and just added an extra chapter in August 2023, but, who cares, really?): If the goddamn shoulder hadn't hurt like hell he'd have touched himself.
Family Portrait: Alright, before the start of this story, let me start off by saying this: I'm in love.
Kill Two Babysitters with One Stone: Just one more step, Chris thought to himself as he turned around the corner and looked at his target. The exit was so close, and yet so far away.
The White One: “I want the green one!” Sherry’s voice was so loud that it caught the attention of the young shop assistant in the tight dress suit, who showed off a perfect row of white teeth from behind a red-lipped, nervous smile when she stepped into the changing room to check on the bride-to-be and her friends.
One More Night: “You’re everything to me.”
Birthday: The Happy Widows Club, a group of women between twenty-six and ninety years old, sits on the bench next to the entrance of the graveyard, like they do every morning, after cleaning their late husbands’ tombstones.
A Third Chance: Adding the second line here because I kind of stole the first one from RE6, you'll notice ;) "He was running recon. Alone." Chris could practically hear how the young man rolled his eyes as he spoke, devaluing the fallen team member and his insubordination to zero against the leftover soldiers.
Booty Shorts: “Summer Marie Redfield. I don’t care what Tiffany’s going to wear, you are not going out without your pants on!”
The Fifth New Year's Resolution: “I didn’t travel,” Claire whispers as she blinks at the fireworks that flash up in the night sky, painting a game of pink and yellow onto the black canvas.
Conclusion (if there is one): Now, the timeline of these fics is a bit messed up because there are several multichapter fics that have been posted over the years (and only one of them is finished), but when there is more than one character in the scene, I seem to like to start my fics with a short line of dialogue. If they're alone, they just do boring, random things like smoking or thinking lol
I would tag people here, but I have been off for so long that I don't even remember who those people would be lol So, this stream of the game dies with me *bows* Thank you!
