Tuesday and Memeage

[nightdog_barks]

Sunny and warm -- 75 degrees (23.9 degrees Celsius), with a light breeze out of the south southwest.

Memeage -- seen around, grabbed from perspi. Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Ask and I'll tell you the premise and/or paste you a paragraph from any of these. Confession: these actually aren't ALL of my WIP files, just the ones I have a chance of finishing before I'm ... 92, or so. Feel free to ask about more than one.



Doctor Circus
Spatchcock

The money-laundering thing

Declan MacDermott

Scenes From a Lesser War

The demon!fic

Wolf-verse sequel

The sword!guy

The bar-fight thing

Uncle Ribbon

Good One Side

Annals V

A Devil Put Aside

The Viking thing.

Everybody Knows This Is Nowhere

CODIS

The peach-orchard thing (SG:A)

The future!fic

Comments

[nightdog_barks]

:-D

Excerpt from the peach-orchard thing:

The knocking has increased in strength and frequency. "I'm coming," John yells toward the door. Maybe it's not someone hungry for peaches. Maybe it's Henry, wanting to borrow John's post-hole digger again, or Teyla, come to tell him another gasket's blown on the duster, again. But it's not Henry, or Teyla, or anyone else John knows when he finally opens the door -- it's a stranger, a guy maybe about the same age as himself, dressed in a blue suit that looks as if it's just been pulled off a rack and thrown on. There's another guy too, someone John can barely make out through the tinted windows of the black Ford Expedition parked in John's driveway.

"Sheppard?" the guy at the door says. "Colonel John Sheppard?"

"Actually, it's Mister Sheppard now," John says, and the guy blinks.

"Huh," he says. "Yes, yes, of course." He tugs at his suit as if willing it to fit better, then gives up and clears his throat. "Look," he says, "I'll make this quick. My name is Rodney McKay, I'm from Acme Incorporated, and I want to buy your peach crop. The -- whole thing."