Post a single sentence from each WIP you have (or as many as you want). No context/explanations.

"You shouldn’t trust everything Duo says."

There was really only one logical explanation for the blow he had dealt her, but given his intelligence, it was hard to phatom what had driven him to such an act.

By the third time, Heero had not so much wanted to know if they had a tradition going as demanded they did.

Je kon maar zoveel wetten van de natuur breken voordat de Ruiters van de Apocalyps aan de bel kwamen trekken om te vragen welke idioot er hun universum aan het verkloten was, en of hij er wel heel snel mee op wilde houden.

"My Aisha didn’t survive, why should Murrue be any different?"

"If you’re going to ignore what I say anyway, you might as well tell me to shut up."

Trowa greep de uitgestoken hand - een onhandige zijwaartse houdgreep die kleine botjes tegen elkaar liet knarsen, want Heero’s linkerarm en Trowa’s rechterhand waren tijdelijk buiten werking - en trok zichzelf op aan het donkere, zwijgzame menselijke anker dat Heero vormde.

I wouldn’t help my captain prepare for a suicide match with no meaning, as I have been doing today, if that captain was you.

"They’ll take one look at you and decide they’re going to have some fun while punishing you."

(Well, a normal human lifetime, that is.)

Opdrachten waarbij hij het hele complex op kon blazen waren spannender en, eerlijk is eerlijk, makkelijker, maar stealth-missies als deze hadden zo hun eigen charme.

Then Heero pulled away, reached for Relena’s glass, and clunked back the contents.

"They’ll have to drag my mutilated corpse out of this cell before I ever set foot in that machine again!"

It started with a shockwave.

Ze deed een stap achteruit, mentaal uitgeput en zwaar ademend, veegde de weerbarstige krullen uit haar gezicht - en het glimmende metaal flitste op, vulde haar geest met de herinnering aan vuur.

Catherine, she realised, had no need for such fortifications; her body was her temple, open for anyone to admire.

"Yeah. I think he mentioned you once or twice - you’re that one gundam pilot who’s filthy rich and has a harem full of burly men following you around, right?"

Zeker toen ze hem op fluistertoon vroeg of hij het afscheid nemen van de andere politieke figuren wat kon bespoedigen met een vuile blik of twee.

Tired of struggling, of being angry, of feeling confused, hurt, desperate, and spirits knew what forms the boy’s anguish took in the dark corners of his mind where even Iroh could not see, what voices resounded in his head where Iroh could not hear them.

"Last I checked, misery loves company."

Toph replied with a piece of ceiling to his head.

Trying to think of what that could be struck Longshot speechless.

"I can’t find anything to heal, there shouldn’t even be anything wrong with him!"

They held no illusions about life and death.

Between the children gathered in this temple, he could see the world heal.

The newlywed’s perplexed expression was all the answer he needed.

But some things were so glaringly obvious that he couldn’t misunderstand if he tried - and if there was one thing Zuko was known for, it was that he never stopped trying.

By daylight, the city of Ba Sing Se bustles with people, too many people taking up too much space and making too much noise; by night, the looming threat of the Dai Li deafens and suffocates.

Or, it could be a subconscious knowledge of the Deep, Dreadful Dark Secret he carried (without conscious knowledge, mind).

Toen ze verder trokken namen ze afscheid als vrienden, en hoewel de gemiste kansen aan haar hart trokken, was er die avond iets in Song hernieuwd opgebloeid dat was vertrapt en verschrompeld in de tijd sinds het struisvogelpaard was "verdwenen".

They are no longer the children they once were, free to run and roll, wrestle and fondle without wanting more.

"Suicide by cop, sure, but attempting suicide by pacifist is kinda dumb."

"Even I can think of twenty different ways to drop an MS on someone."

She cast about for a way to describe those first fourty-eight hours of ambulance hijackings, death threats and torpedoes that would not clash horribly with the sexual aspect of her metaphor.

Dorothy could only barely dodge the stiletto heel Catherine threw at her.

Perhaps the worst part was that she was starting to look forward to him doing something drastic.

The Preventors hadn’t heard anything either, but it was clear that from that moment on, Relena had been unable to get the thought from her mind that she’d gotten the man she loved killed by being an influencial public figure and having the gullible gall to marry a mortal.

She locks the door, removes her brand new shoes, coat and hat, stores them meticulously - not in their boxes, because that was suspicious, but careful enough to make it count for the same - and heads inside.

"Do you think we count as high school sweethearts?"

Any minute now, the doors would open, the masses gathered on this side would pour in, and pandemonium would ensue.

Tea and biscuits were waiting for him when he stepped from the green flames, and a comfy chair in front of the fire.

"I mean, in all my years of service I’ve only met two other female officers, and they lived in the same person’s head!"

"Unless you plan on running off with half of my company."

Later, she’s just glad they were on good terms when the bomb went off.

(And she’d spent many hours guiltily trying to come up with ways to reject his romantic advances without hurting his feelings, should he finally act on his obvious crush.)

"This play is doomed." Mrs Darlian said suddenly.

From outside came the eternally riotous chorus of crickets that characterized this part of the world, occasionally interspersed with a bird’s failed attempt at outvoicing them.

She slipped right through his fingers, but he imagined he could feel her lips on his for hours afterwards, the faint, fresh taste that had haunted him for the last five years lingering at the edge of his senses.

His wisdom had always seemed to her something almost supernatural, something he had plucked from the sky as he passed from one challenge to another, or had simply blown into his head one day - perhaps when he got it too close to an explosion.

"Scare poor frail Quatre to death."

He had been like this during the war, the fire of his inward gaze lighting him up from the inside until he was blazing like a lighthouse, intriguing as only a paradox can be, drawing her and so many others to him.

Needless to say, Zechs nearly had another heart attack when, halfway to Mars, Noin suddenly yelled "NO, STOP! TURN THE SHIP AROUND!".

"I just didn’t want us to part forever without having done that."

She couldn’t say what it was that woke her so abruptly - a particularly loud tick of the clock, perhaps, or a load of snow sliding off a branch outside.

"Maxwell let me threaten to fire him again."

Eagerness still shone in her eyes and spoke from her every move, but now that they were getting serious, she didn’t seem to know quite what to do.

Nothing out of the ordinary here, you copy, facial muscles?

She tightened her fingers around it until it seemed they were only trembling from the effort of crushing porcelain.

He breathed agony onto her skin, warm and rousing, as a trembling hand slipped into her collar.

"Being a soldier isn’t supposed to be fun."

"I’m finally here... I made it back to the Earth."

Another lunch break, another round.

It was like being fourteen all over again.

"You’re only saying that because you are wearing it too."

Feldt Grace, as she would be known 24/7 this weekend, was the kind of girl who could be said to use her hobby to hide her good looks.

"Don’t you know the best cure for a hangover is a drink?"

When Miss Sumeragi had not yet gone stark raving mad and assigned him a room with Feldt.

"Shouldn’t those questions have been in reverse order?"

His first instinct was to back away from her outstretched hands - the Grim Reaper’s claws come to claim the part left behind - but when she said that and tumbled forward with rolling eyes and fluttering lashes, instinct took over and he suddenly found himself with his arms ful of shivering, groping teenage girl.

"Ah, don’t get your ego in a twist, you’ll get nookie soon enough."

Sore, fatigued muscles everywhere; a dull throb against his eye; tingling that bordered on pleasure all along the side of his bruised tigh; sharp flares in his shoulders and ribs when he drew breath; an itch to the side of his stomach, then a tearing sensation as he tried to move.

Lasse Aion, helmsman of the spaceship Ptolemaios and Celestial Being’s resident macho, was not always endowed with such a cool name, impressive physique and daredevil job.

The reason they had ended up in the same bed, in each other’s arms, in a lover’s embrace, was more complicated.

"Why are you here and how did you get in?" she eventually asked, cutting off a question about the change of seasons in this part of the world.

His charge returned to life with a retch.

Immobilized physically by coarse ropes that dug into the skin of her wrists and ankles, her spirit had turned inwards, raising a shield to ward off the brunt of the fear and repel the barrage of how?, why?, who? and Oh God, please let everyone be okay...

That was when he noticed there were more of them.

The girl he once knew had grown into a woman, still slender, but less frail, taller and more curvacious.

It was fitting, perhaps, that nobody knew about them.

One eye was filled with pillow; the other had a perfect angle on the length of his right arm, the steel around his wrist, the chain, the steel around the bedpost.

She tucked the lapels of the dress shirt into the waistband of her slacks with more force than was neccessary, and took a deep breath as she smoothed out the material, as if to steady herself.

"Seriously, that ‘one wrong move and I’ll melt you with my eye-lasers’ attitude of his was drawing all the wrong kinds of attention, I was only trying to get him to blend in."

"Now if you’ll excuse me, the late night slot awaits."

Relena said nothing for a while, just stared at the point above his hip that hid his elbow from view.

"Some people take sex very, very seriously when love is involved."

Relena smiled, closed her eyes, and hoped Heero would have the presence of mind not to come all over the curtain he was hiding behind.

Mistakes, mistakes, mistakes.

Relena Darlian watched with rising bloodpressure how two handsome men with bodies like athletes argued over who would get the front entrance and who would take her up the ass.

Water from the next stream they jumped went into a hail of ice daggers, flying over his head, digging into the ground beneath his feet, tearing at his clothing and shattering on the dented metal of his shoulderplates.

Gone are the days when he used to hold back, trying to deny his thirst until it was all he could think about and he dragged her into the bathroom in a desperate hurry, crushing her against the tiled wall as his fangs sank into her skin.

Eventually, the kid-who-didn’t-seem-to-know-what-‘bedridden’-meant said: "Okaaaaay...", the unspoken "I have to share a room with this guy?!" speaking loud and clear from the twitching of his eyebrow.

Ribbons, streamers, confetti, glitter, flower petals and balloons filled the air like psychedelic smog.

‘AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!’ Dopplerde het door het huis.

"I read up on marital traditions, I snuck into other people’s weddings, even."

He found them, scattered around like discarded dolls amidst the rubble.

"I’m used to princess relena, I think I can handle him."

‘Als ik niet zo op je gesteld was zou ik je naar het front sturen om iets flink heldhaftigs uit te halen.’

Het ene moment keek ze, tegen het fonkelende schijnsel van de kristallen kroonluchter in, naar een schaduw met brede schouders, het volgende staarde ze met open mond naar het overbelichte gezicht en stelde de wildste vragen, terwijl haar moeder half geamuseerd, half weifelend toekeek.

Their eyes connected with an almost physical click, and when his gaze became a plea, Amber’s warmed into a smile.

‘De klanten zijn bang voor hem, hij weet niet hoe hij lekentaal moet gebruiken, hij biedt aan rekeningen te hacken wanneer mensen hem vragen te helpen met hun elektronische belastingopgave...’

De stoppen sloegen door bij Une toen ze het water en sop op al... die... naakte... huid... zag... glinsteren...

Vol verwachting klopt ons hart, / Wie de roe krijgt, wie de gard.

Turned out not to be such a smart move to first dump your Gundam into a freezing ocean, then blow it up over a december landscape, and walk half a dozen miles to an underground bunker wearing only a tanktop and jeans.

We have never been able to determine the software glitch that makes him think he actually knows what dying feels like while he’s still alive.

"Okay, here’s the deal." Suki finally said. "I’ll let that thing at Ba Sing Se slide, on one condition: you keep your stretchy friend away from my boyfriend."

"He’ll be called Shashurou" she said with a teary smile. "‘the archer’s son’."

On the other side of the line, small but distinct crashes could be heard, interspersed with the occasional yelp or pained growl.

And he stayed with them untill they’d fixed his Gundam and reloaded his ammo, and found another thing to add to his List Of Things I’ll Never Speak With One Word About.

Suddenly it came to her, and she held up a hand between them Heero promptly bumped his nose into.

His son was in his arms, tiny and soft and warm.

Damn his iron nerves!

The capitol city stretched out before him in all its terrible splendour, but for the Rider, there was nothing worth seeing.

Excruciating pain he could handle, the couch was a different matter.

Cracking the first file had been - easy was not what Middie would call it, but doable.

Geconfronteerd met zo’n vertoon van beleefdheid van een man met de titel professor, ook al was die man tevens een tovenaar en een weerwolf, kon oom Herman het niet maken de aangeboden hand niet aan te nemen, hoewel hij keek alsof hij nog liever een giftige slang had willen vastpakken.

Her heart had almost stopped beating when she saw him.

Just because he couldn’t remember did not mean it didn’t make perfect sense, didn’t it?

"Doesn’t anybody appreciate my humour anymore?"

Their Head of House would do her best to persuade Snape into behaving more like the adult he was instead of a prejudiced child, but could not make any promises, because, in Ron’s words, "maturity was something the greasy git wouldn’t know how to spell if he had ten dictionaries, let alone act upon.".

But Heero had a bone to pick with Bandai.

He couldn’t decide which was the cause; seeing Sasame touch that horrifyingly lifeless crystal without blinking an eye, or the thought of what guilt had done to him through all those years.

Years later, if asked whether she would do it again, Ursa would answer no.

Besides, they still hadn’t been able to find out where he kept his toothbrush.

"But Lily, I just yelled in fat capital lettres that YOU WON’T GET MY SON, can’t you read?"

Dus nee, Relena was niet van plan zich rot te voelen, maar om van dit uitje te genieten als zijnde een terroristische actie in miniatuur.

The knowledge that you can die at any moment tends to make people supersticious.

"We’re going to get caught..." moaned the voice of a young boy in what, on first glance, looked like the deserted corridor of an ancient castle, suits of armour and torches lining the stone walls.

Sometimes I wonder if anyone realises just how destructive the power of Sound can be.

Of course, they had voluntarily offered to come along on this queste, but did he really have to rub the dangers in before they had so much as set off?

Zelfs eten uit de kantine van het ziekenhuis smaakt naar nat karton.

Only a set of wings could add to this picture.

Heero’s smiles are so rare.

"This is what I call devotion to your job."

Whoever had decided that uniforms like his should be equipped with white gloves, couldn’t have had much experience in the practical part of the job.

Her mind was filled with the very gloomiest kind of musings such metaphors could excite, especially when they were used in situations of Impeding Apocalyps and Seriously Screwed Up Family Relations.

"Tea?" she asked pleasantly.

Having Lily Evans (soon to be Potter) hurl herself at him as soon as he crossed the threshold was not how Remus had expected to be greeted to the cottage in Godric’s Hollow.

April had joked that since November hated his remuneration so much, maybe he could switch from smoking ordinary cigarettes to smoking miruana while they were in the Netherlands.

You know, I will get away with anything, but I could get you in soooo much trouble...

I scoffed and glared at her from the corner of my eye, but she didn’t notice as she was staring at the clown with a dreamy look in her eyes, her hands cupping her cute chin.

The following morning, she was late for her meeting with Lady Une; Heero, the inhuman bastard, wasn’t.

"I should have known." he murmured, a soft smile in his voice.

He did that a lot, being the type of guy to keep everyone in touch, even the ones that thought that they did not want to keep in touch.

She took a step forward agressively, spurring Heero to move too, stepping in front of his father’s statue as if to defend it.

"What virginity?"

Tension screws up thoats, overstrains muscles and locks joints while the music drones, its ragged blare coating frantic thoughts with uselessness.

Wanneer Middie Une jaren later in Nieuwsdame leest hoe de pasgetrouwde President en haar echtgenoot elkaar zogenaamd ontmoet hebben, komt ze niet meer bij van het lachen.

Harry liep ondertussen paars aan.

Sasame still wondered how they hadn’t seen his readiness to join the side of darkness coming, as he was already known as the ‘evil, cruel, sadistic, coldhearted bastard - oh nothing mister teacher’ for two hours every day.

Once upon a time (not too long ago), in a kingdom far, far away (well, northern Europe), there was a young man called Milliardo Peacecraft (the Twenty-Eighth; the first Milliardo Peacecraft to name his son after himself had had the ambition to let the number of Milliardos someday live up to their name, and since Peacecraft men weren’t the most creative type, later generations had mostly gone along with it).

It couldn’t be called ‘listening in’ when you were able to hear it loud and clear while standing in the doorway to the adjecent bedroom.

His lungs were burning, his muscles were burning, and it was a good thing the sheets were so clammy, or they’d certainly be burning too.

The room was completely dark, quite a feat considering the large windows and bright morning sun.

It was a dull evening, with the annoying kind of rain that you hardly notice is falling before you are completely soaked drizzeling outside, and a Filch that had not been so cranky since the rampant days of Fred and George inside.

An echo went through them both, aknowledging, accepting.

Then Jet slammed the butt of his swordhilt into the tree and they nearly fell down from shock.

He went to take off his jacked, but she stopped him, pulling the garment around herself with him still in it.

A pause, then a small snort hidden by the sounds of the swivveling chair being turned back.

Yes, Duo looked dashing in a suit, a uniform, a tutu, or whatever you put on him, as long as the garment didn’t try too hard to obscure his well-toned muscles.

"Apart from the occasional scar and a number of highly unfair hangover-symptoms, I am afraid not." had been Remus’s wry reply.

Through the thick blanket of grogginess, she could hear Remus put the skillet down with a clank, and then set down something else ...plates... on the table.

Then she played Solitaire.

Leaning slightly on the fridge for support, Quatre got up, a bottle, dimmed with moisture, in his hand.

He didn’t stir, meaning the painkillers she’d slipped him at supper had taken effect.

Some parts of the Winners software where, to put it plainly, a maze, seemingly set up to deliberately confuse even the ones who were supposed to know what every file was and meant.

Dorothy leaned against the doorpost of Relena’s office, watching.

Toen glimlachte ze, en met het vreemde, van onderen weerkaatsende licht van de fontein in haar gezicht leken haar ogen bijna letterlijk te sprankelen.

"I could hear you halfway across the globe."

‘Mijn gezin komt een moeder tekort en die moederkloek van jou heeft een gezin nodig, of ze barst nog eens in onbevlekte ontvangenis uit.’ legde ze uit toen ze zijn ene zichtbare wenkbrauw vragend omhoog zag gaan.

Zelfs voor de artiesten was de uitgelaten atmosfeer aanstekelijk.

Er klopte iets niet aan dit plaatje, aan de lippen die tegen de zijne persten en de handen die aan zijn overhemd trokken, ook al maakte dat plaatje zijn bloed aan het koken.

Queen Susan the Gentle knows her worth, needs no legends to her name; Caspian, however, thinks it is a waste for such beauty, brilliance and bravery to be confined to playing second fiddle, and extols her virtues and good deeds to the scribes to almost cringeworthy levels.

"Look, you’re a cute girl, so it’d break my heart, but if you tell anyone what a sentimental fool I am, I’m gonna have ta kill you."

‘U bent Remus Johannes Lupos, ingeschreven in het Weerwolfregister?’

Despite having been warned six hours in advance, Harry was unprepared for the ringing of the doorbell: his hand slipped out from underneath his chin and he was abruptly jolted from his drowsy state of near-sleep.

Thunk thunk thunk.

Well, it was a sensible enough thought, until that panic attack came along.

They never asked me anything, so I'm not going to tell them now.

When it came, it found her on the edge of death, took her over, and dragged her back.

"Mice, maybe rats." Duo said dismissively.

She was too preoccupied to latch onto it or answer with grown-up words.

"We’re doing the job our parents should have done, cleaning up the mess they made."

She was too preoccupied to latch on to it or answer with grown-up words.

Phrasing it like an offer, giving him a choice.

"I caught him sneaking around again, and I was wonderinf if you've got a lot of experiencecooking foreign dishes."

Usually, when a mother-in-law's weddinggift was a way for the bride to get very far away very fast, it was a bad sign.

When he finds her, she knows he's good, and he knows he's prey.

It was clear from a young age that Relena was to make history with every breath she took, so she doesn't quite understand why her marrying a red-headed knifethrower is considered shocking.

"One cannot be truly gentle unless one knows the nature of cruelty.", she once said; and the day he finally understands is scourched black with sorrow and lit with love for her more ferocious than he could have ever imagined.

Hayate's face could have been used to fry an egg, and Sasame's smile was so angelic it came out on the demonic end of the spectrum.

Voor Takako, die hoeveel ze ook inademde naar lucht bleef snakken, was dit echter makkelijker gezegd dan gedaan.

Sasame set his jaw and forced himself to smile.

Takako and Himeno caught sight of each other, shared a moment of incredulous staring, and then simultaniously asked: "What in the world happened to you?"

He could hardly bear to look at her in the daylight anymore.

"Stop thanking me, you'll wear the words out."

"No, you're just in heat, right?"

The dove is gone.

"Duo taught you?"

When she said the words, I must have misunderstood them.

"None of you would happen to have any sisters, would you?"

That was when it hit her; it was too good to be true.

"Just so you know, if she decides to turn evil on you as well, I'm on her side."

Now, let's see if the old wives' tale is true.

If another woman had been involved (as she almost wished there was, since that would make everything so much easier), she would have added 'homewrecker' to the list and clinched it, but as it was, she was stuck.

It was a dark and stormy night.

'Als u zich de maat zou willen laten nemen, gewoon voor het geval dat u een klap op uw hoofd krijgt en opeens besluit u voortaan keurig aan de regels te houden, dan kunnen we daarna weer verder.'

As Pagan pulled up in the back alley she was waiting in, she mused that she should keep a diary.

It was a relief to learn she wasn't in love with him either.

The sheer white curlses of her wig, falling over her shouldesr at the front and piled up on top of her head at teh back like cumulus made palpable, was nothing compared to the short-cropped brown hair he knew hidden underneath, mousy, coarse, and ragged-looking like his own, but so soft to the touch after the white residue had been washed out.

Remus verzamelde moed en verschijnselde in Zweinsveld, op een plek vanwaar hij het Krijsende Krot kon zien.

Het hoe en waarom kunnen ze niet verklaren, maar ze zijn ervan overtuigd.

'Lily, pak Harry en maak dat je wegkomt!'

'Ben je wel in orde, schatteboutje?' vroeg meneer Duffeling bezorgd.

'Ja Heler Kastraat, ik heb u gehoord, en ik ben zwaar teleurgesteld.'

'Daar natuurlijk,' zei het wicht, en wees op de donkere bomen.

"Can I ask you a very selfish question?"

The slurred words of inappropriate songs rose up and echoed between the magnificent buildings as the group of tipsy men and women - some with white hair, some with bronw hair - stumbled by.

This time, it was the smell that gave him away.

Plotseling roffelden er voetstappen over het gras.

Duo was sad, depressed, heartbroken, and generally on the verge of suicide.

Suddenly I'm not so fond of my isolated place in the pew anymore.

"Ugh." was the loathsome reply.

Twee donkerharige kinderen hadden net boven de branding muren en greppels in het zand gemaakt, met daarachter een "eiland" met uitgebreide paleizen en bijgebouwen, voorzien van talloze druiptorens.

"I leave you out of my sights for ten years and you go and get easy to trace."

The 798th obnoxious diplomat of the day would be glad.

De voornaamste reden is, zonder twijfel, dat hij dichterbij het doel van vele moordzuchtige maniakken en aspirant-wereldoverheersers en kolonie-onderdrukkers is gekomen dat dan wie dan ook: het in één klap naar de volgende wereld helpen van de (ex) gundam piloten, de laatste telgen van het koninklijk huis van Sank, en verschijdene hooggeplaatste officieren van het Preventor-bureau.

So when he'd found the need for alcohol coming up this morning, he had wandered downtown to this shabby cafe with its grumbly bartender.

Ripling silk in the wind.

Speaking of blind and deaf...

Zo zou je ze op iedere straathoek kunnen gegenkomen, zo te zeggen.

'Tseor!' hoorde hij ook Ginny roepen.