First Lines Challenge

First Lines Challenge

I was tagged to do this by @steampunkserpent27 and it looked super fun so I thought I’d give it a try!

For this challenge you list the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have fewer than 20, just list them all!). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favourite opening line. Then tag some people to take part.

Inexplicable Things (wip (currently 31K)) (E) When Harry steps into the lobby of the DMLE he freezes for a second.

How to Say Goodbye (7.3K) (T) 1. The first step is running away

Attic Ephemera (.4K) (T)  Harry’s cleaning out the attic when he finds the letter.

Infiltrate the Slytherins (8.9K) (T) Blaise Zabini moved in with them on a dark rainy night.

Bonded (16K) (T) “Kingsley Shacklebolt hates me,” Harry announces dramatically stepping out of the flames into his sitting room.

Falling (1.6K) (M) They were about 10 minutes into making dinner when it all started to go awry.

Boy with a Dragon Tattoo (4K) (T) The only thing Draco remembers about his first day of eight year is Harry Potter's tattoos. 

I’m tagging @sorry-i-ship-drarry, @silver-de-vonne, @phoebe-delia, and anyone else who sees this and wants to participate! It was fun to revisit some of my old pieces and see how much my writing as grown since then. This challenge also helped me really think about how important the first line of a piece and be. 

Omg please let me know what you think of it if you do end up reading!!

Last Lines Challenge

I’ve done this before but I just got tagged by @steampunkserpent27 so I figured why not do it again! Here is the last line I just wrote for my wip. You can find the first chapters of it here 

It’s early, but they fall asleep anyways. Two boys enveloped in each other, all loose limbs and wild hair, spread out across snowy sheets.

Alright, I’m going to tag @phoebe-delia and @dykesiriusblack. Also @silver-de-vonne and @sorry-i-ship-drarry (I know I’ve tagged you both before but I had so much fun doing the tag a second time I felt like giving ya’ll an opportunity to do it again too). In addition anyone who sees this post and wants to join in please do 💜 

I do not want a love story

I wrote this from the perspective of an angsty Sirius having a hard time letting himself be loved. Feel free to interpret it however you want tho :)

I do not want a love story.

I do not want hands that fold gentle around the bend of my waist or, fingertips that slide like smoke over my shoulder blades.

I do not want to give you anything. I do not want to watch you take it. You with your sharp white canines, the kind that could cut right through sinew and cleave straight to my bones.

I watch as your eyes glimmer in the firelight. When I touch you it feels cliche, like fireworks or, shooting stars or, moonlight on an open lake.

While writing this I could not think of enough ways to describe a kiss.

You speak to me in glass tones. In my head a loop plays on repeat; my fathers rough hands around the neck of bottle. When it breaks, silver shrapnel rains onto the floor.

I never flinch.

Most days I feel like I am waiting for you to leave. I wonder if when you disappear it will feel like relief.

Last Lines Challenge

I’ve done this before but I just got tagged by @steampunkserpent27 so I figured why not do it again! Here is the last line I just wrote for my wip. You can find the first chapters of it here 

It’s early, but they fall asleep anyways. Two boys enveloped in each other, all loose limbs and wild hair, spread out across snowy sheets.

Alright, I'm going to tag @phoebe-delia and @dykesiriusblack. Also @silver-de-vonne and @sorry-i-ship-drarry (I know I’ve tagged you both before but I had so much fun doing the tag a second time I felt like giving ya’ll an opportunity to do it again too). In addition anyone who sees this post and wants to join in please do 💜 

This is soooo interesting. So glad I stumbled upon this conversation I feel like I learned so much 💜💙

some of y’all with printed copies of fanfiction are going to die someday and your books will end up at the secondhand book shop and someone is just going to innocently pick up blorbo/shitto enemies to lovers and when i think of it this way let’s keep printing fanfiction

There, standing before him is Draco, towel slung loosely around his waist, hair dripping onto his shoulders. A droplet of water snakes across the swell of his chest, continues down over his lithe abdomen and disappears, absorbed by the towel. He’s so close to Harry. Close enough that Harry could lean forward just a very little bit and place his hands on Draco’s slim waist. Close enough that he could lean forward and kiss him.

“Could I borrow some clothes?” Draco says, voice all gravel and depth, so much so that it sends a spark right through Harry’s core. 

He stares dumbly at Draco blinking for a couple seconds. “Oh, yeah, um, clothes. Yeah I’ve got clothes,” He babbles nonsensically, and gestures at the dresser before fleeing to the bathroom.  

full work here