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The Rules: Someone posts a quote of the opening lines of a fanfic. Whoever correctly guesses it first, posts their answer, and a new quote. Lather, rinse, repeat  I don't think we've played this game for several years, so there's lots of fresh stories to work with. So here's mine, to get things started.  "Hindsight--." HG Wells looked down at the hat in his hands, turning it slightly as he struggled for words. "It really is nearly perfect."
The silence that followed this remark felt awkward, so Wells bowed his head in deference and tried again to explain. "It seemed so simple. Alter one little detail, speed up the process, just a bit, and you can effect a change for the better. So that's what I did." PJ
"You told me you weren't like other men," she said, shaking her head at him when the storm of laughter had passed.
He grinned at her - a goofy, Clark Kent kind of a grin. "I have a gift for understatement."
"You can say that again," she told him.
"I have a...."
"Oh, shut up."
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Hi Pam, What a fun game! Thanks for starting it. I don't know the fic you quoted, but I am interested in learning what it is -- I'd like to add it to me "to read" list. Joy, Lynn
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It's Ricochet by Sue S. Let me go find a new quote.
Grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change,
The courage to change the things I can,
And the wisdom to know the difference.
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Thud! Clark woke up with a start as he landed flat on his back.
"Huh?....What?" He tried to recall what had caused him to awaken so
abruptly. He must have been dreaming, but about what?
Grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change,
The courage to change the things I can,
And the wisdom to know the difference.
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Did I pick one that's too hard?
Grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change,
The courage to change the things I can,
And the wisdom to know the difference.
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Originally posted by Aria: Thud! Clark woke up with a start as he landed flat on his back.
"Huh?....What?" He tried to recall what had caused him to awaken so
abruptly. He must have been dreaming, but about what? "A Triangle Built For Two" by Ann McBride?
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Clark yawned and stretched before curling back up under the
covers.
He wanted to stay in that netherworld – halfway between awake
and asleep where the dreams he'd had since childhood were
reality.
Where he was married to a beautiful woman – a brunette, usually,
whose face he could never quite see.
Where he had children he loved and doted on.
Where he could use his gifts openly and still have a life
without threatening either of those things, but he was never
quite sure how he did it.
And so he settled back in and tried to go back to sleep, to
recapture that dream; to try to hold on to it for just a few more
minutes.
But it wasn't to be.
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I know! I know! But I'll let someone else get it  . Take that as a hint if you will =D. Carol
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Falling Slowly by Carol M (one of my favourites  ) And now off to find a quote ...
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Ok, got one ... Why was it there was never anything to wear in her closet? Lois
surveyed the two blouses lying on the bed, insisting that today
she was going to dress to impress. In the end, she chose another
of the soft, worn tee shirts she always did. She'd get paint on
it was the excuse she used. She headed into her kitchen for
coffee, and flipped the television on to see what was making the
news.
"Clark Kent was in New York last night promoting his new book."
The camera panned out to focus on a tall, dark-haired man winding
his way through a crowd outside a bookstore on a busy city
street. "An early review in from the critic of the Daily Planet
says that this is the best novel the super man has written. It's
a chilling tale of betrayal and intrigue that's sure to keep
readers on the edge of their seats." Another shot showed the
writer signing autographs and laughing at a lady in front of
him.
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That's My Inspiration by StopQuitDont The next quote: It all seemed to take place in slow motion. His hand came up to her
cheek. She raised her head slightly as he stepped closer. She
moistened her lips in anticipation of what would come next. Her heart
began to race. He lowered his mouth to hers, barely touching her lips
with his. Feeling the back of her knees go weak, she steadied herself
by placing her hands on his chest. They seemed to linger that way for
a moment before he stepped back.
"Good night," he said softly.
"Good night," she replied, turning to step through the already open
door of her apartment.
If she had to move heaven and Earth, perhaps come back to haunt Perry and explain the story after they'd killed her, she would do it.
Waking a Miracle by Aria
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Too hard? It is kind of generic. Maybe if you include the next three paragraphs -- just up to the first scene break -- that'll trigger some memories for people.  PJ
"You told me you weren't like other men," she said, shaking her head at him when the storm of laughter had passed.
He grinned at her - a goofy, Clark Kent kind of a grin. "I have a gift for understatement."
"You can say that again," she told him.
"I have a...."
"Oh, shut up."
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Sorry.. ok so reposting the above quote (extended version) It all seemed to take place in slow motion. His hand came up to her
cheek. She raised her head slightly as he stepped closer. She
moistened her lips in anticipation of what would come next. Her heart
began to race. He lowered his mouth to hers, barely touching her lips
with his. Feeling the back of her knees go weak, she steadied herself
by placing her hands on his chest. They seemed to linger that way for
a moment before he stepped back.
"Good night," he said softly.
"Good night," she replied, turning to step through the already open
door of her apartment.
He waited until she closed the door and he heard her turn the locks
before walking - he had to remind himself not to float - back down
the stairs of her apartment building and out onto the street. He
turned and glanced back at her window. A smile lit up his features
when he saw her standing there, watching him go. He paused for a
moment before turning around and walking away. He turned the corner
and, slipping into an alley, spun into the superman suit and sprinted
into the sky - reminding himself that airborne cartwheels were not
permitted until he was sure he would not be seen.
A man with straggly dark hair, wearing a toque, watched in disbelief
as Clark Kent disappeared around the corner and, only a moment later,
Superman reappeared.
He waited until Superman was gone before making his way into the alley.
There was no exit and no Clark Kent. He smiled. It couldn't be that easy.
If she had to move heaven and Earth, perhaps come back to haunt Perry and explain the story after they'd killed her, she would do it.
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I have no clue what the story is, but this is another I will be adding to my ever increasing "to be read" list. (This thread is definitely causing that list to grow quickly!)
Joy,
Lynn
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Originally posted by Ank. K. S.: Sorry.. ok so reposting the above quote (extended version)
It all seemed to take place in slow motion. His hand came up to her
cheek. She raised her head slightly as he stepped closer. She
moistened her lips in anticipation of what would come next. Her heart
began to race. He lowered his mouth to hers, barely touching her lips
with his. Feeling the back of her knees go weak, she steadied herself
by placing her hands on his chest. They seemed to linger that way for
a moment before he stepped back.
"Good night," he said softly.
"Good night," she replied, turning to step through the already open
door of her apartment.
He waited until she closed the door and he heard her turn the locks
before walking - he had to remind himself not to float - back down
the stairs of her apartment building and out onto the street. He
turned and glanced back at her window. A smile lit up his features
when he saw her standing there, watching him go. He paused for a
moment before turning around and walking away. He turned the corner
and, slipping into an alley, spun into the superman suit and sprinted
into the sky - reminding himself that airborne cartwheels were not
permitted until he was sure he would not be seen.
A man with straggly dark hair, wearing a toque, watched in disbelief
as Clark Kent disappeared around the corner and, only a moment later,
Superman reappeared.
He waited until Superman was gone before making his way into the alley.
There was no exit and no Clark Kent. He smiled. It couldn't be that easy. I Will Always Love You by ML Thompson
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Lois fumbled for the keys in her purse while Clark gave his
commentary on the night's events.
"Well, that was one of the more interesting birthdays I've
had."
"I'm sorry, Clark...I really tried to pull off a party for
you."
"That's okay. I like this anyway." Clark Kent put his arm
around his beautiful and vivacious wife, Lois Lane.
"You're sure?" she asked. Lois almost sounded disappointed
as she got lost looking into her husband's chocolate brown
eyes.
"Yeah. Just you and me."
"Ha! Alone at last!"
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I don't know that that's enough to distinguish the fic ... seeing as it's pretty much right out of the episode. Anything else to add? PJ
"You told me you weren't like other men," she said, shaking her head at him when the storm of laughter had passed.
He grinned at her - a goofy, Clark Kent kind of a grin. "I have a gift for understatement."
"You can say that again," she told him.
"I have a...."
"Oh, shut up."
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Okay, let's see if this helps.... Another two hours had passed. Lois and Clark were so
clearly turned on from their brief roll around the living
room floor that they tried to find little corners of their
house where they could get away with having some sex.
They tried behind the stairs, behind the kitchen door, in
the closet, under the table. But no success.
Just when they thought it was safe to go to the next base,
someone would interrupt. That someone was either Jimmy
asking for another beer, or Perry trying to introduce them
to another one of his peculiar friends.
Lois and Clark counted the minutes until this surprise
party would FINALLY be over.
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I'm going to post a new one. Maybe someone knows this one.
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There was someone in her apartment.
Lois sat up in bed, her heart thumping. The digital clock by her
bedside said 3:15 - far too early for any neighbours to be up and
about. Rolling onto her side, she groped in her nightstand drawer
for the baseball bat she'd kept there ever since the fake Mr
Trezewski had tried to kill her. Gripping it in one hand, she
fumbled for the phone with the other.
In her haste, she was clumsy and it fell off the top of the
nightstand with a clatter.
She held her breath. If the intruder had heard... But she didn't
hear any footsteps. Had she just imagined that there was someone?
Maybe she'd just dreamed it...
No. There'd been the distinct sound of a door closing. And then a
thud which she was sure was someone knocking against furniture.
And had there been something else? A muffled curse, maybe?
No, she hadn't imagined it. All of her instincts were telling her
that she was right. And then, as if she needed confirmation, she
heard a footfall outside her door.
There'd been a series of rapes in this part of the city in the
last few months. In the dead of night, the rapist had broken into
the homes of women living alone and overpowered them. The
attacker was vicious - he'd left every one of his victims
battered and bleeding, some with broken bones and internal
injuries. And, so far, no-one had got a good enough look at him
to be able to identify him.
"Oh, god. Oh god," she muttered under her breath. "Okay. I can
handle this."
She climbed out of bed and started to pull on her robe. If the
intruder came into her bedroom, she could hide behind the door
and catch him unawares. All she needed was to get in one good
blow with the bat and he'd be out of commission. Serve him right
for thinking he could take on Lois Lane!
The door opened. Lois swung the bat over her shoulder, preparing
to launch the strike. And then something made her cough. The
smell, the vapour, was everywhere. She couldn't get away from it.
It was up her nostrils, in her mouth, making her cough, making
her choke... She couldn't breathe.
Gas. Some sort of poison gas. Lois tried to hold her breath, but
the damp mist was too overpowering. She slumped to the floor,
eyes blurry, unable to move. Coughs racked her body. Her chest
felt as if someone had stamped on it and fire burned her throat.
A figure loomed menacingly over her. Terrified, she tried to
shrink away. She was going to be raped!
She needed... to...
...fight...
...attack...
Focus!
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24 Hours by Wendy Richards.
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Clark Kent is Superman...
Lois woke with a start, her calf muscle drawing up into a
charley horse.
Ouch.
She alternated pointing her toes and drawing them back, trying
to work it out. She sat up in bed and reached down to rub and
soothe the protesting limb.
Now, what had awakened her so suddenly?
Clark Kent is Superman...
The thought was screaming at her. It was true. He was Superman.
It was as plain as... as vanilla ice cream without chocolate
sauce.
She shook her head trying to clear some of the fog. Had that
realization just come to her? In her dreams?
No. No, it was coming back to her now. Clark's parents had been
kidnapped. Nigel had wanted her dead. She'd petitioned Superman
to freeze her so she would appear to be dead, and just before
he'd done as she asked... he had touched her, cupped her
face...
Just like Clark!
Clark had touched her the same way, only hours before, when
she'd told him she would do anything to help him get his parents
back.
And she had... up to and including almost dying for them. And
yet...
She hadn't even known whom she was doing it for.
Superman.
This *is* my happily ever after.
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