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I've seen this and got intrigued. You post the first line of your last 25 fics and see if there's a pattern.
Okay...
Bite Me
Jim can hear the buzz and whine of the mosquito; can feel the small, inconsequential shift of the air as it moves closer.
The Art of Lying
The first time they met, one of them was half naked, the other in stolen clothes.
Some Like it Hot
There's a bottle of ice-cold water in Jim's hand and he's playing with it, rolling it between his palms as he talks to Simon, then patting the back of his neck with a palm that's beaded with condensation, damp with coolness.
Contagion
It's a sickness, a disease.
Schooled
Her lips are set in a petulant pout and her eyes are tear-wet.
Fruit Salad
"You just made that weird sound you make when you've thought of something."
K is for Knowledge
Knowledge is power.
A Marked Man
He watches from a bench as Jim works out, sweat, a salted sheen of it, covering Jim's body, the vivid blue of his eyes startling in his flushed face.
Summer Loving
The dry, fierce heat prickled over Jim's skin and he sighed, wanting to roll like a cat and stretch out sun-limp limbs in a last sprawl.
Cruel to be Kind
He stared at the mark his hand had left on bare skin.
A Waiting Pause
It takes five seconds for the echo of the explosion to fade from Jim's ears.
A Mile in Your Shoes
Blair woke up on the wrong side of the bed.
Reciprocal
Tony exhales a shaky breath, reaches down, and pats McGee's head.
O is for Oranges
Teal'c drops the orange peel onto his tray, an emptied hollow, a shed skin, and splits off a segment of the flesh.
A Man's Reach
"Hang on… nearly got them," Blair panted, his fingers scrabbling wildly for the keys that he'd dropped behind the small fridge in the break room.
First to Last
The first one always hurts the most.
Something New
Blair walked into the hotel room, his tuxedo immaculate, his hair wild, his expression harried.
Emptiness
He's not sure what he expects to see when he opens the door.
Light a Candle
Candlelight burnishes each ring stuck through Blair's flesh -- count them, one, two, three -- and turns it from silver to gold; sends shadows and streaks of dark and light across Blair's bare chest and blank, blind, blissful face.
Make it So
Blair gave a low, respectful whistle.
Bucket and Spade
"It's so… big."
What Satisfaction
It's been days since he came.
Wait For Me
Daniel's stopped asking in words for what he wants.
Gifted
Joel is showing off a ring he's going to give to his wife for her birthday; a glimmer of gold, a flash of diamonds.
Look After This Bear
Blair watched the marmalade drip down from the sandwich to land on the table, fascinated by the pattern of amber splodges.
Easy to see that I often start with either a name or 'He/Her' as the first word; 12 out of 25.
Only three begin with dialog.
At least nine, maybe more, are in present tense.
I rarely write first person.
Length varies.
Okay, that was... well, not useful, but entertaining.
Okay...
Bite Me
Jim can hear the buzz and whine of the mosquito; can feel the small, inconsequential shift of the air as it moves closer.
The Art of Lying
The first time they met, one of them was half naked, the other in stolen clothes.
Some Like it Hot
There's a bottle of ice-cold water in Jim's hand and he's playing with it, rolling it between his palms as he talks to Simon, then patting the back of his neck with a palm that's beaded with condensation, damp with coolness.
Contagion
It's a sickness, a disease.
Schooled
Her lips are set in a petulant pout and her eyes are tear-wet.
Fruit Salad
"You just made that weird sound you make when you've thought of something."
K is for Knowledge
Knowledge is power.
A Marked Man
He watches from a bench as Jim works out, sweat, a salted sheen of it, covering Jim's body, the vivid blue of his eyes startling in his flushed face.
Summer Loving
The dry, fierce heat prickled over Jim's skin and he sighed, wanting to roll like a cat and stretch out sun-limp limbs in a last sprawl.
Cruel to be Kind
He stared at the mark his hand had left on bare skin.
A Waiting Pause
It takes five seconds for the echo of the explosion to fade from Jim's ears.
A Mile in Your Shoes
Blair woke up on the wrong side of the bed.
Reciprocal
Tony exhales a shaky breath, reaches down, and pats McGee's head.
O is for Oranges
Teal'c drops the orange peel onto his tray, an emptied hollow, a shed skin, and splits off a segment of the flesh.
A Man's Reach
"Hang on… nearly got them," Blair panted, his fingers scrabbling wildly for the keys that he'd dropped behind the small fridge in the break room.
First to Last
The first one always hurts the most.
Something New
Blair walked into the hotel room, his tuxedo immaculate, his hair wild, his expression harried.
Emptiness
He's not sure what he expects to see when he opens the door.
Light a Candle
Candlelight burnishes each ring stuck through Blair's flesh -- count them, one, two, three -- and turns it from silver to gold; sends shadows and streaks of dark and light across Blair's bare chest and blank, blind, blissful face.
Make it So
Blair gave a low, respectful whistle.
Bucket and Spade
"It's so… big."
What Satisfaction
It's been days since he came.
Wait For Me
Daniel's stopped asking in words for what he wants.
Gifted
Joel is showing off a ring he's going to give to his wife for her birthday; a glimmer of gold, a flash of diamonds.
Look After This Bear
Blair watched the marmalade drip down from the sandwich to land on the table, fascinated by the pattern of amber splodges.
Easy to see that I often start with either a name or 'He/Her' as the first word; 12 out of 25.
Only three begin with dialog.
At least nine, maybe more, are in present tense.
I rarely write first person.
Length varies.
Okay, that was... well, not useful, but entertaining.
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