Six sentences on Sunday

[jennickels]

~*~Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project -- published, submitted, in progress, for your cat -- whatever.~*~

Finished:
(from original fic Sunset)

It's a nightly ritual she observes without fail, climbing to the roof of her house through an attic window. Rory doesn't understand. He's accused of her of being crazy in the past. Sarah wonders if he will finally give up on her and leave. She doesn't think it really makes a difference now.

The sun creeps down and the air shifts, pushing her greasy hair into her face. She didn't have time to shower after work tonight.
 

In Progress:
(from untitled SG-1--Jonas fic)

Kelowna was filled with squat square brick buildings. Only recently did they start building larger structures filled with windows and steel. Earth was just filled with amazing things to see. Jonas watched them pass in a blur as Daniel finally maneuvered through the clogged city streets and into a residential area. The taller commercial buildings of Colorado Springs gave way to manicured lawns and small rustic looking ranch houses or little bungalows with bay windows. They weren't all that different than the kind of homes Jonas knew on Kelowna.

(from original fic for NaNo 2009)

Page rubbed the bridge of his nose as the ship shuddered under him. "Can we jump to lightspeed?"

"Not in the planet's atmosphere. It could cause a climactic feedback in the engines and- "

Page waved him off. "If we could get out of the atmosphere could we engage the jumpers?"