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cluegirl!
1. Go to page 77 (or 7) of your current ms. (I chose Tunnel over Dead Isle because it's newer.)
2. Go to line 7
3. Copy down the next 7 lines – sentences or paragraphs – and post them as they’re written.
4. Tag 7 other authors. I never like to oblige people to do stuff, so uh: hi Cafe, consider yourself tagged!
Admittedly my newest project isn't in Word yet so I just hit page-down seven times and counted from the top. This is one of the few actually-written scenes I have for Tunnel, but I'm pretty sure you are getting the Most Awesome scene of the whole thing to date:
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I had bought myself a pity pizza from a nearby diner-pub, and all I wanted was to go home and feel sorry for myself. The closest train stop was Jackson Street, but I had to get to the blue line (how I hated the blue line) and so I went in at the red line stop and took the tunnel that connects it to the blue at Jackson.
Nobody else was in the tunnel that late at night, and I was looking out more for muggers than for dragons, I will admit. But halfway down the tunnel I looked up and there was Dover.
He's always been a very sad dragon.
I stopped and stared at him, lying curled up in the tunnel, filling it and blocking my way. Our eyes met; he yawned, and I could see those huge sharp teeth gleam in the yellow light in the tunnel. Then he dropped his head again and just stared at me, despondently.
So I did the only thing I really could do, you know?
"I know how you feel, buddy," I said, and sat down next to his head, back to the wall. "You want some pizza?"
We shared a deep-dish pepperoni and sausage pizza and I told him all about my shitty day. I named him Dover, because it's a nice name.
cluegirl!1. Go to page 77 (or 7) of your current ms. (I chose Tunnel over Dead Isle because it's newer.)
2. Go to line 7
3. Copy down the next 7 lines – sentences or paragraphs – and post them as they’re written.
4. Tag 7 other authors. I never like to oblige people to do stuff, so uh: hi Cafe, consider yourself tagged!
Admittedly my newest project isn't in Word yet so I just hit page-down seven times and counted from the top. This is one of the few actually-written scenes I have for Tunnel, but I'm pretty sure you are getting the Most Awesome scene of the whole thing to date:
***
I had bought myself a pity pizza from a nearby diner-pub, and all I wanted was to go home and feel sorry for myself. The closest train stop was Jackson Street, but I had to get to the blue line (how I hated the blue line) and so I went in at the red line stop and took the tunnel that connects it to the blue at Jackson.
Nobody else was in the tunnel that late at night, and I was looking out more for muggers than for dragons, I will admit. But halfway down the tunnel I looked up and there was Dover.
He's always been a very sad dragon.
I stopped and stared at him, lying curled up in the tunnel, filling it and blocking my way. Our eyes met; he yawned, and I could see those huge sharp teeth gleam in the yellow light in the tunnel. Then he dropped his head again and just stared at me, despondently.
So I did the only thing I really could do, you know?
"I know how you feel, buddy," I said, and sat down next to his head, back to the wall. "You want some pizza?"
We shared a deep-dish pepperoni and sausage pizza and I told him all about my shitty day. I named him Dover, because it's a nice name.
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