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Post one-to-two sentences of every unfinished piece of writing you have, fic or non; maybe it will motivate you to finish.

1. Somehow, when he rolled over on his back with an agonizing grind of his muscles, Larry knew exactly what he'd see in his field of vision: a row of faces bending over him, most of them probably not doing a very good job of hiding their grins.

2. "Yeah." Larry brought his eyes down, face creased in an impish grin. "Ahkmenrah, fourth king of the fourth king: badass Egyptian ninja. C'mon!" he said as Ahkmenrah burst out laughing.

3. Nathan stared, mind having already leaped to what appeared to be the right (or very, very wrong) conclusion. "You have got to be fucking kidding me."

4. Mary rustled beside him, snaked an arm over his chest and a leg over his hips. The bed comforter finally gave up its fight against gravity on the other end of the bed and slid to the floor with a muffled thump.

5. So maybe an Iowan trucker bar hadn't been the best place to decide to try out the fluid sexuality thing. It wasn't that Kirk was declaring that road closed, exactly, but his luck with those of the female persuasion had always held out stronger.

6. "Oh, this," Marie says dismissively. "I'm about to become a, what would you call it, a bottle blonde. How do you feel about that, being with a bottle blonde?"

7. The desert is cruel, but not overly cruel, for Ahmad and his family came upon a bounteous river after travelling south for a few days. They feasted on fish that night and gave thanks to the stars.

8. "Sheriff," Nathan said. He didn't miss Carter suddenly tensing, straightening his spine from its previously comfortable slouch on the bar stool.

9. The man worth thirty million dollars (though by then the true sum was probably significantly higher, what with the killing of other thirty million dollar individuals) applied for employment at Tom’s Hardware & Imports, filling in the blank squares on the application form with neat block lettering, pushing the cheap ballpoint pen into the paper a little harder than most people, but not enough to draw attention.

10. Yeah, there's hardly a day when beer doesn't taste like horse piss, but when the weather's forty in the shade - that's a hundred four in Americanese - and the beer is really cold, I can maybe choke a couple down.

11. The only saving grace about the conversation was how unintentionally funny he was being.

12. Amid the preparations for the voyage to Singapore, the swamp witch handed an ancient herb-smelling bag to Ragetti - "I betta not find dis lost someday, pirate" with a hair-raising smile - and just like that, they were the official luggage-carriers for Tia Dalma.

13. Men. Always desperate to compensate.

Unfortunately they'd switched sometime in the last few centuries from compensating with shiny, pointy things to compensating with shiny, barrel-shaped things that launched pointy things at you at fatal velocities.

14. The hairy, hulking monstrosity in motorcycle duraleathers glared suspiciously at Zack's outstretched hand, grunted, and shuffled out of the tiny backroom of the One-Winged Angel bar in an appropriately manly fashion.

15. She tucks the Swarovski crystal strawberry Gran Potts had given her for her ninth birthday in a corner; later in the year, the other two Asimov novels join their fellow and Les Miserables squeezes its fat self in behind the strawberry.