I Only Have Eight To Share D:

I only have eight to share D:

The rest of my wips are mostly in bullet point format, so there's not really a first line(s) to them. Please accept my humble offering.

His steps were heavy, crashing through the underbrush with no regard for stealth. Escape was the only thing on his mind; if he could get far enough from the huntress, he could focus on removing the silver bullet in his leg, then he could shift and flee.

(The Huntress)

The smell of tobacco reminds me of home: of Grandfather chewing on his pipe and rocking on his creaky old chair, of Auntie Huan scolding him for smoking around us orphans, of sitting on the straw-covered floor around the rocking chair until my legs went numb while Grandfather told us about the world long past.

(Stories Grandfather Used To Tell)

If you're reading this, then you already know that I am dead, and that I did not go quietly.

(Silver and Steel)

Roger watched her as he used to watch her years ago. How long had it been? Many years, at least. He thought they would never meet again... And yet, there she was, sitting at a cafe across the street, her belly so rounded that she had to sit sideways to be able to reach her tea.

(Reunion At Last)

"Rachel. Psst! Rachel!"

I wake to the sound of Molly whisper-shouting my name. Reluctantly I roll over, and nearly crash to the floor. Even after four months, I'm not used to how narrow my new bed actually is.

(Belltower)

When Mercy was four years old, she burned her hand when she tried to grab a loaf of bread Mama made while it was still hot from the oven. Her fingers stung with heat, her skin red, and she cried, as children often do when injured. Mama scolded her for grabbing the hot bread, then gently blew on Mercy's fingers to cool them. Her hand hurt for many hours afterwards, but the pain was gone by bedtime.

(Burn the Witch)

She stared into the bubbling vat of bluish-gray liquid, its noxious, sulphurous fumes stinging her eyes. For the millionth time, she wondered if she was doing the right thing. Though she was extremely proficient in magic of all sorts, from combat to theatrical to healing, this was SO far beyond the realm of what her textbooks taught.

(Necromancer, placeholder title)

The world is really quiet now. It used to be so noisy, what with the cars and people and airplanes and such. Then it was less noisy, but there were the Biters, who never stopped making all kinds of little noises. Groaning, gurgling, chomping. Bumping into things, tripping over shit. Occassionally they banded into hordes so big that the very ground rumbled from hundreds of shambling feet in search of their dwindling food supply.

(The Author Dies at the End)

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10 First Lines

Saw this challenge going around and thought I’d try it! Most lines are from WIPs since that’s all I got. Reblog with your own! No pressure tags: @stesierra @queen-of-the-weenies @lordfenric-writes @octoberconstellation

BANG. BANG. BANG. Someone was pounding on the door of her tiny apartment. (God-Touched, Book 1, still untitled)

Nobody is going to believe this story, and that's the only reason I feel safe enough to tell it.

(The Lightbringer Chronicles)

“Alice!!!” My brother’s scream pierced the early-morning quiet.

(Untitled WIP)

I floated through the abandoned underwater base. The hissing of my respirator was the only sound, the faint glow of my headlamp the only light.

(Untitled WIP)

I could start this story in a lot of places.

(The Changeling Trilogy, Book 1, Changeling Rogue)

Never sail out to the Old Fortress. That’s the number one rule whenever I go stay with my Aunt Robin in England. I’ve always been able to resist the temptation before.

(The Banshee, Short Story)

The cemetery was filled with music tonight.

(Untitled WIP)

The young tavern hostler yelped, jumping back. She’d heard stories of predator birds big enough to ride on, but having one land right in front of her stables was another thing entirely.

(Tales Of Kaurian, Book 1, Storm Crosser)

Kharim would have killed the Princess and gotten his money by now, if it hadn’t been for the cats.

(Untitled WIP)

The sleek golden car wove through the perpetual parking lot that was Manhattan traffic, music blaring from the open windows. In defiance of the ongoing pandemic, neither the older male driver nor the girl in the shotgun seat were masked. Although in their defense, neither of them were affected by human illnesses.

(Untitled WIP)

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Katniss is like Lucy Gray this, Katniss is like Sejanus that, and yes find that's all good and true and lovely but Katniss Everdeen is also a direct parallel to Coriolanus Snow and people NEED to start talking about this because it's driving me crazy.

Think about it: they both grew up poor and deeply vulnerable, losing parents at a very young age, with a matriarchal adult (Katniss' mother and Coriolanus' Grandma'am) who fails to provide for them emotionally and physically. They intimately understand the threat of starvation, even developing with stunted growth because of it, and their narrations in the books share a fixation on food. Throughout their childhoods, both experienced constant fear and suffered a fundamental lack of control over their circumstances. Because of this, they're inherently suspicious of the people around them. They resent feeling indebted to others, especially those who have saved their lives. They're motivated almost entirely by family and deeply connected to their communities. Both are used and manipulated by the Capitol, both are forced to perform to survive and despise every inch of it, both are thrown into the Arena and made to kill. Both have a self-sacrificial, genuinely sweet sister figure acting as their conscience. Peeta and Lucy Gray - performers and love interests with a fundamental kindness and sense of hope about them - fulfill markedly similar roles in their narrative. Both contribute to the development of the future Hunger Games, Snow throughout tbosas and Katniss towards the end of Mockingjay.

It's easy to ignore these similarities because, as mirrors of each other, they are exact opposites. Katniss is from District 12, viewed and treated as less than human; Snow is the cream of the Capitol crop, given the privilege of a name with social weight, an ancestral home, and the opportunity of the Academy despite having no more money than a miner from 12. Katniss has no agency over her life, and responds by being kind whenever she's able, while Snow justifies horrendous evils in order to continue his quest for complete control. Katniss does everything she can to protect her family; Snow does everything he can to protect his family's image as an extension of his own ego. Katniss loves her District and connects with its inhabitants on a meaningful level, but Snow is indifferent at best to his peers - the apparent "superior people" - and only engages with his community for personal gain. Katniss emerges from the Arena horrified at herself and the system, but Snow takes his trauma and turns it into an excuse to perpetuate the violence with himself at the top. Katniss cares for Prim until her death and then snaps at the loss of her little sister, while Snow survives on Tigris' blood, sweat, and tears and then torments and abandons her, presumably because she calls him out on his insanity. Snow actively adds to and popularizes the Hunger Games because of his vendetta against the Districts following his childhood wartime trauma - Katniss briefly agrees to a new Hunger Games in the pursuit of vengeance, but later stops them from happening by killing Coin and choosing a life of peace and privacy. Snow is obsessed with revenge, but Katniss empathizes with the Capitolites and does what she can to keep them from suffering. He exists in a cruel system and selfishly upholds it; she exists in a cruel system and works to dismantle it for the good of her family and community, at great personal cost. And Peeta and Lucy Gray are incredibly similar, but Katniss and Peeta forge a relationship of genuine love and understanding that shines in comparison to Coriolanus' obsessive projection onto Lucy Gray.

So, yeah, Katniss is Lucy Gray haunting Coriolanus. But I bet you anything that eighty-something year old President Snow looks at her, the girl on fire, bright and young and brilliant, emerging from a childhood of starvation with a relentless hunger for success, a talented and charming performer helping her win the Games, and he sees the ghost of his own past. And that's why he's so afraid of her! Because if he sees himself in her, then he's up against his own cunning, his own talent for manipulation, his own charisma, his own genius. He's up against the version of himself that he once wished to be, with the nightmare army of his childhood at her back and her star-crossed lover at her side, spewing Sejanus' truths in his own voice. This isn't to say that Katniss ever achieved the level of power and agency that Coriolanus did during her time with the rebellion, but it is to say that Snow was taken down by what truly terrified him - his own morality, come to finish the job.

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