six sentences on Sunday

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

Today I'm doing the first 6 sentences on page 2 of each story (just for the fun of it).

Finished:
(from So Wrong--finished but not published yet)

"I don't think Daniel wants to go." But the look on Daniel's face said otherwise. "Oh fine, whatever. Can we just get this done."

"At least you only have one in there," Daniel muttered.

"What was that?"
 

(from We're Going to Need a Bigger Nursery)

Jack was almost as shocked by the doc's revelation as by Carter's earlier announcement. "Oh? You two are..." He waved back and forth between them.

Daniel swallowed hard. "It was just that one time. After P3R-222."

(from Blame it on the Heat)

"Sir, what are you doing?"

"What?" Jack asked, confused. She gave him a questioning look, her eyes raking over his body. He glanced down at his bare chest. His socks and boots had joined his other things in a sweaty pile in the dirt. He dug his toes into the soft grass.  

(from the Personal Journal of Daniel Jackson)

I don't like the way he looks at me or the predatory gleam in his eye when Sam is around. She doesn't see it. Kawalsky does. He just laughs, though. At least he's not openly hostile towards me.

I'm not sure what my time here will bring.  

In Progress:
(from the almost finished Snippets of Millers Kill)

"Must have been a beautiful spot." She closes her eyes and tries to imagine the orchard in it's hayday, trees full and green, the smell of fruit wafting in the air.

"I used to sneak over here in high school. We'd all spread out in the orchard and play Blind Man's Bluff. Well," he pauses and grins crookedly, "a version of it anyway."

"Lots of alcohol?"

(unfinished story#5 of alt!reality series)

"Just look at him. He's a... geek. They are seriously lacking in social skills and-"

"Major-"

"Present company excluded," he added with a grin. Sam rolled her eyes which just seemed to encourage him further.

(unfinished Russ/Clare fic)

"She's gone into labor," Harlene blurted out, almost sounding relieved at finally giving her message.

"What! She's not due for another eight weeks." He mashed on the gas, using his elbow to press the window button down. Still holding the mic in his other hand he grabbed for the light and somehow managed to get it on top of the truck and turn it on without dropping his phone, the mic or swerving off the road. All those high speed driving courses paying off, he thought.

(unfinished NaNo novel)

Striker whirled on the man, his eyes flashing a brilliant white in anger. "Do as I say," he commanded with all the authority his resonating voice demanded.

Crisham quickly backed out of the room, barely contained terror on his face. "Yes, sir," he mumbled as he left, hurrying away to relay the orders.

Striker once again schooled his face, a rehearsed blank look replacing his momentary rage. He slowly turned back to the door, his hands once again held leisurely at his back.  

Stargate News

From the GateWorld blog:

The third Stargate SG-1 movie would have finally revealed the top-secret Stargate program to the world, Stargate executive producer Joseph Mallozzi revealed on his blog this week.

Hmmm, interesting idea.  I actually read that on facebook and my mind right away started wandering to all the implications of a public Stargate.  I've read numerous fanfics about that and... they rarely end well.  Not sure the world would be ready for the program to go public so it makes me wonder how that was going to happen.

I would LOVE for the studio to release the scripts so they could be written into novels since they don't seem to have any plans to make the movies.  Heck, I'd read just the script just to find out what happens but would much rather have it in novel form.

As much as I wanted a movie I keep thinking (and I mean no disrespect) that RDA is getting a little old to pull off an action flic and I was worried how a Jack-centric film would work.  Maybe if it had gone through a few years ago but... sigh, people get older, it's inevitable.  I'm only 34 but I couldn't do half the things RDA was doing on Stargate in his 40s and 50s.  Sometimes I feel too old.

Maybe... hmmm.... maybe I could use that as the main plot for NaNo this year.  I've been worried I won't be able to come up with something elaborate enough to make it to 50k words.  I won last year with my still unfinished Stargate novel (still nameless, too... grrrr).