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Memed from lost_spook:
Post a single sentence from each WIP you have (or as many as you want to pick). No context, no explanations.
Here we go again. And, as before, no guarantee that all or any of these will see the light of day — though I'm reasonably confident of one of them.
Ace: Don't worry, boys, girl power to the rescue.
"I'm sure your garments are the height of fashion there," Ruth said, her tone suggesting that as far as she was concerned, the entire population of Liverpool might as well be savages who, given half a chance, would go without clothing at all.
The occupants of the Round were regarding her rather as they might a Dalek, or a Trakenite with a bazooka.
The inconvenience of the visitors' presence was but a trifle to them, compared to the enjoyment they could gain from offering sympathy and making infeasible suggestions.
Anyway, if you're Agnes Lockwood I'm Coco Chanel.
The window in front of us just disappeared, leaving nothing between us and the depths of space.
By the time he'd reached the table, Victoria, Samantha and Zoe were all shaking with barely- suppressed mirth.
Somehow, the revolver had moved from its position on the specimen table to the floor, several metres away.
Most CCTV systems in Nameless had undergone this treatment several times over; the camera overlooking the pub car park, for example, fed into the secret monitoring channels of no fewer than nine organisations.