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"First Lines" meme. - Words in the Heroes' Tongue
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"First Lines" meme.
Gacked from booster17:

The "First Line" meme:

"...it might be cool to start a meme where you list all the first lines of your fics and then people write drabbles in the comments with the same first line."

Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to write a drabble with the same first line as any of the following, and leave it in my comments here.

Buffy was a gardener
(From "The Lawn Arranger")

“Sharon, there’s a fucking vampire at the door.”
(From "Changes")

Hamilton burst through the door and strode towards his target, but halted, flustered, as he saw what was going on.
(From "Better than Bandicoots")

Angel emerged from the elevator and walked towards his secretary’s desk.
(From "Love Bites")

They dance beneath us.
(From "Pavlov's Bellringer")

When we fought to the death I killed him first.
(From "Girls Just Wanna ...")

Buffy looked down at her nude body and sighed.
(From "Smooth Operator")

For a few minutes Buffy had been able to forget all her cares and lose herself in the sensations, the pleasure of Spike’s admittedly skilful lovemaking, but when it ended she was back in her dreary and depressing world and her troubles were even worse than before.
(From "It's Got To Be Perfect")

(From "I Was Made For Loving You Baby")

“Flee before my wrath, puny dog!” Olaf roared, brandishing his hammer.
(From "Merry Sport")

“You have endured the required trials,” the demon announced sonorously.
(From "Pandora's Boxer")

Harmony looked at the clerk’s neck and briefly considered eating him.
(From "Pyromania")

It had to be pheromones.
(From "Smells Like Teen Spirit")

“Mom!” Buffy exclaimed, “Why is there a mechanical digger tearing up the back garden?”
(From "I Am The Walrus")

“You shouldn’t be here, Bit.”
(From "Working For The Yankee Dollar")

It hurts.
(From "Hard Promises")

The tears are hot on my cheeks.
(From "Mirror in the Bathroom")

Uncle George and Aunt Liz wanted to know all about the trials we had gone through in Uganda.
(From "Barbie Girl")

I didn’t get a chance to tell the Scoobies about my phone conversations with Jocasta for quite a while.
(From "Walk Through The Fire")

She really is a remarkable woman.
(From "Tales of Brave Ulysses")

It’s two thousand four hundred and fifty miles from Sunnydale to Pittsburgh.
(From "Wind Beneath My Wings")

I don’t know how long I’ve been here.
(From "Temple of Love")

At last I know the truth.
(From "El Condor Pasa")

“She still thinks I'm Little Miss Nobody, just her dumb little sister.”
(From "The Secret Diary of Dawn Summers Age 16 1/4")

A grenade is a small explosive, chemical, or gas bomb.
(From "She's Gonna Break")

(From "Automatic Lover")

The dream frightened me.
(From "Don't Fear The Reaper")

In a few months’ time it will be my four hundred and twentieth birthday.
(From "Bring Me To Life")

I failed her.
(From "Fragile Thing")

We were only away a few days.
(From "Stay Together For The Kids")

Sunnydale was almost deserted.
(From "Fight For The Right To Party")

I think at least a couple of them would be impossible to do anything with in drabble length.

Current Mood: cheerful cheerful
Current Music: Annoying TV programme being watched by my wife.

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magista From: magista Date: October 6th, 2004 04:07 pm (UTC) (Link)
Ooh, now there's a clever idea. Clearly, I shall have to steal it. And if I had time right now (write now?) instead of being late to pick someone up and still here on the computer, I'd be starting something. But I'll be back! (Promise or threat, you decide)

My you've written a lot of stories... *hides under chair feeling inadequate*
speakr2customrs From: speakr2customrs Date: October 6th, 2004 05:47 pm (UTC) (Link)
My you've written a lot of stories ...

The first 7 are Drabbles. The others vary in length between 444 words ("Mirror in the Bathroom", opening line The tears are hot on my cheeks.) and 148,000 words ("Pandora's Boxer Book 1", opening line “You have endured the required trials,” the demon announced sonorously.).

You should see how long the list would have been if I'd included my 'Baldur's Gate' fics (the fandom I started off in).
booster17 From: booster17 Date: October 6th, 2004 04:29 pm (UTC) (Link)

How I Spent My Summer Vacation, by Harmony Kendall

Couldn't do it as a standard drabble, so upped it to a double drabble, and made it 200 words. Enjoy!

Uncle George and Aunt Liz wanted to know all about the trials we had gone through in Uganda.

So I pull out the photo album from where darling Spikey is carrying it, and we pore over all the snaps together. It’s a good thing we vampires do show up in photographs, I laugh.

“Oooo! Look – here’s one of us with the demon shaman!” I exclaim happily, pointing out my favourite (Blondie-bear’s holding his fingers up behind the shaman’s head).

But all those ucky trials we had to go through just to get me my soul back….. No pictures of those stupid things, no way! They were just plain icky.

“And here’s where I carved Harmony & Spike 4 Ever in the shaman’s chest, Uncle George,” I announce proudly, showing them my second favourite picture.

Spike looks at me strangely for a moment, but I don’t mind. My darling thinks that just because he and my former-brooding-boss went all nuts when they got their souls back, that I will too. I love it when he cares that much for me.

I’m sure Uncle George and Aunt Liz would agree if I hadn’t drunk them both dry yesterday. Their cold dead eyes stare down at the photos, as I happily chat on about where Spike and I went from Uganda.
speakr2customrs From: speakr2customrs Date: October 6th, 2004 05:36 pm (UTC) (Link)

Re: How I Spent My Summer Vacation, by Harmony Kendall

Hee hee! Nice twist at the end. I love it even though I am, of course, a comitted Harmony redemptionist.
From: saifai Date: October 6th, 2004 04:56 pm (UTC) (Link)
All right. I went outside my comfort zone for this and wrote het. Hope you like it.


I don’t know how long I’ve been here. I’ve been sitting here at the Slayer’s grave for hours it seems. I know I should get back to my crypt before dawn’s first light, but I just can’t do it.

She’s gone, and nothing can ever bring her back to me. Why should I care? Why should it matter to me that someone who was born to destroy my kind has met her death? I don’t have a bloody clue, but it does. God, I miss her so much.

The hair on the back of my necks stands on end, signaling the approaching dawn. My skin is starting to tingle now. Soon, it’ll start to smoke. With a weary sigh, I close my eyes and rest my head back against the stone of her grave, waiting for it.

At the soft touch to my shoulder, I open my eyes to see the glowing face of an angel. Her eyes are the color of the morning sky. I reach out to touch her face, wanting to run my fingers along her soft skin. She grabs my hand in hers, wrapping her fingers around my own.

With a gentle tug, she pulls me up to her and hugs me tight. I feel her breath as she whispers in my ear, “It’s time to go home, Spike.”

With a small nod, I accept her offer. She pulls back and gently brushes the tears from my cheeks. I close my eyes once more and whisper back to her, “Thank you, Tara.”

She offers me a gentle smile, and then turns and leads me back home.
speakr2customrs From: speakr2customrs Date: October 6th, 2004 05:34 pm (UTC) (Link)
I love it. A beautiful little ficlet, and Spike/Tara friendship is pretty much my favourite relationship.

You cheated a bit with the length, it's 270 words and a true drabble is 100.
manoah From: manoah Date: October 6th, 2004 05:43 pm (UTC) (Link)
I've never done this before; be gentle with me.

They dance beneath us.

Standing on the balcony, overlooking the moonlit garden, I lean against him and sigh.

“Aren’t they beautiful?” I whisper, afraid to break the spell.

They twirl between the roses, smiles flashing in the faint light. They are oblivious to their surroundings, wrapped in each other’s arms.

He holds me closer and murmurs in my ear, “You are beautiful.”

The dancers fade into the shadows and I sigh again, turning into his embrace. “Why do they come here?” I ask. “Why do they dance in our garden?”

Smiling, he answers with surety, “They dance for lovers Pet.”
speakr2customrs From: speakr2customrs Date: October 6th, 2004 05:49 pm (UTC) (Link)
That was lovely. Are you sure you've never done this before? (as the actress said to the Bishop)
beccagirl17555 From: beccagirl17555 Date: October 6th, 2004 06:54 pm (UTC) (Link)
Oh I love this idea. Gonna gak it and post it in my LJ tommorrow morning here is my attempt:


It’s two thousand four hundred and fifty miles from Sunnydale to Pittsburgh.

She clutches the box closer to her chest, new memories to see her through. She doesn't have the stuffed animal from her childhood, or old journals to stack in her trunks and take out to be read by flashlight. No, those are buried and she won't let herself mourn for them because they weren't real anyhow.

This is real.

It’s two thousand four hundred and fifty miles from Sunnydale to Pittsburgh, Dawn reminds herself again. Not really so very far, college only makes it seem a world away.

speakr2customrs From: speakr2customrs Date: October 6th, 2004 07:26 pm (UTC) (Link)
Nice. Lovely echoes of those little things they've left behind in the crater.
appomattoxco From: appomattoxco Date: October 6th, 2004 07:18 pm (UTC) (Link)

How did the Watcher talk him into this?

Set in the future of "Not a Bunny." Sorry it is eating my brain or I wouldn't write you something so girly. I did stick to 100 words it was easy to keep short because it has no plot or porn.

A grenade is a small explosive, chemical, or gas bomb. Once the pin has been removed it must be handled swiftly and with great care. At least that’s what Spike supposed. Spike’s hands shook and foolishly he took a deep breath before proceeding. It’d been years since he’d seen a grenade, maybe they no longer had pins, maybe they had Velcro now too.

Of course he had never actually changed a nappy before but he does remember they used to have pins. His vampire nose is telling him that once the fastener’s undone this little bomb needs to tossed quickly.

speakr2customrs From: speakr2customrs Date: October 6th, 2004 07:31 pm (UTC) (Link)

Re: How did the Watcher talk him into this?

I like it. Nice twist, cute and funny.

Very different to my original story, which is a dark tale of loss and grief that brings tears to my own eyes whenever I re-read it.

It's what's so fascinating about this meme, the way things come out so differently.
agilebrit From: agilebrit Date: October 6th, 2004 07:46 pm (UTC) (Link)
Title: Unfamiliar Emotion
Author: babies stole my dingo (agilebrit)
Fandom: Angel
Rating: PG
Length: Drabble (100 words)
Disclaimer: Joss is the genius behind these characters; I am but a lowly follower. I make no money from any of this, so please don't sue me.
Written for: The "use the first line from another author's fic for a drabble" challenge.
Notes: The first line belongs to Speaker-to-Customers.

The tears are hot on my cheeks. I kneel down next to Wesley and place the hand I just used to destroy Vale on his cheek. The grief I feel is such a human emotion. Alien to me, although the Burkle shell felt it often enough, according to its--her--memories. I should respect her. Wesley would wish it.

I must go to the meeting place. I roughly wipe the moisture from my cheeks. It won't do to show weakness to a human and a pair of half-breeds. My voice is husky as I whisper, "Goodbye, Wesley," and walk away.
speakr2customrs From: speakr2customrs Date: October 6th, 2004 07:58 pm (UTC) (Link)
Lovely snapshot of Illyria there.
spikendru From: spikendru Date: October 6th, 2004 09:57 pm (UTC) (Link)
“Flee before my wrath, puny dog!” Olaf roared, brandishing his hammer.

Spike looked up in surprise to find Joyce blushing. She refused to meet his eyes as she busied herself at the stove.

“More cocoa, Spike? Would you like some, Olaf?”

“You two know each other, then?” Spike asked. “Aren’t you Anya’s troll?”

“Pffft! Anyanka is the past. Joyce has captured my heart with this beverage that tastes better than the finest grog.”

Spike grinned. “Have you tried the lit’le marshmallows yet?”

“Marshmallows? What is ‘marshmallows’?”

“Here, let me get you some,” Joyce offered.

Olaf smiled blissfully as he took a gulp. “I’m sorry, Joyce. My heart now belongs to Spike!”

speakr2customrs From: speakr2customrs Date: October 7th, 2004 04:15 am (UTC) (Link)
You have totally subverted a scene from the "Merry Sport" sequel "The Immigrant Song" that isn't even completed yet.
theohara From: theohara Date: October 7th, 2004 02:06 am (UTC) (Link)
They dance beneath us, oblivious.

All they have to do is look up, and the thought sends a white-hot thrill through me, makes me clutch the railing even harder, grind faster against him. He knew it. He knows me too damned well, he... ohhhhh.

There is part of me that knows Xander would be crushed, and horribly -- there's part of me that *wants* to crush Xander, take the pedestal he's put me on and crack it over his head.

Xander's black book may be a demonic Who's Who, but I'm *Buffy*. And this is wrong.

Look up, Xander. Look up.
speakr2customrs From: speakr2customrs Date: October 7th, 2004 04:19 am (UTC) (Link)
Sharp, perceptive, acutely observed. Love the bit about wanting to crack Xander over the head with the pedestal.
trinfaneb From: trinfaneb Date: October 7th, 2004 11:46 am (UTC) (Link)
“Mom!” Buffy exclaimed, “Why is there a mechanical digger tearing up the back garden?”

“Well honey you know how I’ve always hated how you have to spend every night patrolling away from home, so...”

“Don’t tell me putting a cemetery in the backyard, there’s got to be a zoning law against it.”

“Dear, since you and your friends killed the Mayor, City Hall isn’t quite as tough about the ordinances as they used to be.”

“But Mom do you realize what kind of things live in a graveyard?”

“If that nice Spike is an example, they can’t be too bad.”
speakr2customrs From: speakr2customrs Date: October 7th, 2004 02:35 pm (UTC) (Link)
Heh heh heh! I can hear Joyce saying this. The Slayer working from home!

Sort of like the guy who worked for City Hall polishing the brass cannon that stood outside. He saved up for years and one day he bought his own cannon and went into business for himself.
sunnyd_lite From: sunnyd_lite Date: October 8th, 2004 10:34 am (UTC) (Link)

Right back at ya!

Here's my response, riffing off
this drabble , using one of speakr2customrs's first line, also posted in
my journal. (I'm new at this linking thing, hope it works.)

"You shouldn't be here, Bit."

"Not you, too! The crazy people say I'm not real. Buffy never wants me around, and the others are avoiding me like I'm radio-active!"

"But, Bit.. ."

"Don't 'but, Bit' me. When I'm with you, I feel real. Plus, you promised to help with history. We're doing the war."

"Which war?"

"The one before Hitler's one; were you there? Hey, when did you get a bobby's helmet?"

"Bloody hell, didn't think I was that plastered last night! They only turn up when I'm completely pissed."

"You're hung over, aren't you?"

"You really shouldn't be here, Bit."
speakr2customrs From: speakr2customrs Date: October 8th, 2004 04:09 pm (UTC) (Link)

Re: Right back at ya!

Clever and fun.

And welcome, new Mutual Friend.
spikendru From: spikendru Date: October 8th, 2004 04:30 pm (UTC) (Link)
Angsty little drabble that took up residence in my brain when re-reading your first lines:

When we fought to the death I killed him first.

I stabbed him through the heart and sent him to hell with a kiss. I killed him again when I “moved on” and he couldn’t. I killed him for the third time when I returned from the dead myself and the only person who made me feel alive was Spike.

He killed me when he left me. He killed me again when he chose Faith over me. He killed me for the third time when he slept with Darla and made a child—the child we could never have.

Now we’re both dead inside; the only one alive is Spike.
speakr2customrs From: speakr2customrs Date: October 8th, 2004 05:03 pm (UTC) (Link)
Good angsty stuff.

Like your icon.
enigmaticblues From: enigmaticblues Date: October 9th, 2004 07:41 pm (UTC) (Link)
Drabbles aren't exactly my thing, but I thought I'd give it a shot. 99 words, a new record for me. :)

I don’t know how long I’ve been here. In alleys, under trees, always waiting—for her. Always for her. I wonder if I should have called first, let her know I was coming. Maybe I should have written a letter, told her about the last battle. Would the truth have been easier to write? That they’re all dead, save for me. I watch as she walks up to the door, hand on the arm of her latest boyfriend, and I step out of the shadows, into the light. She looks like she’s seen a ghost. If she only knew.
mirasol From: mirasol Date: October 10th, 2004 07:14 am (UTC) (Link)
Found my way here via spikendru's LJ. And so I come bearing gifts.

Drabble #1

The tears are hot on my cheeks.

It’s been so long since salty trails streaked my face. I don’t cry. Never. Not since...

Nope. Not going there.

Anyway, Big Bad Master Vampires don’t cry. Certainly not over a hundred year old faded photograph.

I remember that day still. In each other’s arms, laughing at jokes as the button clicked on the new digital camera.

It’s full of contrasts. Spiky blond and floppy darker hair; pale skin against tanned.

Human and Vampire. Lovers. Friends. The day I decided I wanted to be human again.

Now I am. And it’s too late.

Drabble #2

I failed her.

She’d gripped my hand, squeezing it tightly. “If I don’t make it...”

“Don’t talk such tosh!” A wave of my other hand dismissed the absurd notion. She was indestructible.

Then her lip trembled, and the stoic face fell. In that unguarded moment I saw everything - desperation, pain.

And in that moment I knew I loved her for accepting me, no matter what I was.

“Look after my girls. Promise me.”

“’Course I will Joyc... Mum.”

She smiled, tacitly accepting the title from someone well over three times older.

Yet I hadn’t been able to save Buffy.
speakr2customrs From: speakr2customrs Date: October 10th, 2004 02:39 pm (UTC) (Link)
Oh, I like them. Especially the second. Heartwrenching.
hieispike From: hieispike Date: October 10th, 2004 08:55 am (UTC) (Link)


Title: Trials
Notes: Post - Chosen.

"You have endured the required trials," the demon announced sonorously.

"So you'll give me what I want," demanded the blond challenger, pushing up from the ground on battle-weary arms. The remainder of what was said came out in barely whispered words.

There was silence for a moment, before the demon finally replied, "Very well."

Scuffling sounds came from the challenger, who was trying to get to a kneeling position.

"We will return..."

Eyes bright with anticipation and something else, the blond looked up.

"...the vampire, William the Bloody, from the ashes."

Buffy sighed with relief, and finally, collapsed from exhaustion.
speakr2customrs From: speakr2customrs Date: October 10th, 2004 02:40 pm (UTC) (Link)

Re: Trials

Yes! Lovely twist to the end there.
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