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SPN Fic Writers

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Posted bycaptainawesomeellie
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in/spn_fic_writers-Oct 23, 2016 at 11:11 AM

The Sunday Six

  • The Sunday Six
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The Sunday Six

Share 6 sentences from your WIP.

Comments2
  • Shannon_KindOct 23, 2016 at 11:14 AM

    This bit is pretty new, but I'm liking the ambiance.

    Castiel sees himself as a child, his cheeks rounded, his voice higher. He stands with Gabe in the house they grew up in. Wallpaper peels from the walls; his mother is yelling again. Gabriel grabs Castiel’s shirt sleeve carefully and pulls them both behind the faded and torn couch. Their mother storms through the room, raging. Something breaks on the other side of the couch, and Castiel remembers it was the television.

  • spnergitoutOct 24, 2016 at 7:19 PM

    Casey doesn't remember how old he was the first time he'd felt it. Cornfields and grey skies all blur together. But he was huddled on the damp earth peeling cornsilk from under his fingernails when a beetle crawled on his arm and he'd thought he'd like to dig down into that soil. He'd make a little hole for himself, lie down, let the earth cover him and he'd just never come out.

    Casey sits down amongst the pecking chickens in the dusty yard and drinks until he can't remember that child in the cornfields anymore. Laura and Pot Pie cluck at him, and Casey finds beetles for them to peck from his fingers.

SPN Fic Writers

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