The round of guessing continues and someone got
#tttb today, so prepare yourself for a preview tomorrow!
Guesses are no longer accepted for
#tttb, #sotw, #ws, #don, #auv, #rt, #awos, #ababs and #teome! They have been guessed and previews will post, one per day, at 2pm est. You guys are on a roll!
Names that still need to be guessed: #atth, #bofa, #bah and #a:asocs!
If all titles are guessed except for #a:asocs, we’ll reveal that one as a treat for such determination! Three more left!
Good tries! But these actually (mostly) replace the word that they had right the first time, so they’ve gone a little farther away from the first attempt.
Hint is it’s a fairly popular phrase, and was even the episode name of popular shows such as Stargate: SG1 and Vampire Diaries.
Guesses are no longer accepted for #sotw, #ws, #don, #auv, #rt, #awos, #ababs and #teome! They have been guessed and previews will post, one per day, at 2pm est. You guys are on a roll!
Names that still need to be guessed: #atth, #bofa, #bah, #tttb and #a:asocs!
If all titles are guessed except for #a:asocs, we’ll reveal that one as a treat for such determination! Four more left!
You didn’t quite get it, but I have to say WOW!
You are one word (and a letter) off the title, so, sooo close. Much closer than I thought anyone would get this fast.
Guesses are no longer accepted for #sotw, #ws, #don, #auv, #rt, #awos, #ababs and #teome! They have been guessed and previews will post, one per day, at 2pm est. You guys are on a roll!
Names that still need to be guessed: #atth, #bofa, #bah, #tttb and #a:asocs!
If all titles are guessed except for #a:asocs, we’ll reveal that one as a treat for such determination! Four more left!
You got it! And earned everyone a sneak peek of a very fun ride from start to finish, Shadows on the Wall.
It started slow, a thickening of the darkness that edged the room. The shadows in the corner of the room darkened so much that even Sam’s eyes, adjusted to the stark darkness found in the walls, might not cut through them. The barrier between the light and the dark became a study in contrasts.
And then the shadow moved.
With a creeping, gradual pace, the shadow started to ooze over the ground. If they looked straight-on at it, all they’d see was a slight darkening against the eclectically colored rug. Out of the corner of Sam’s eye, he could see it for what it was; a single form, congealing from darkness itself. It slithered on its stomach like a snake, its path clear.
When it reached the table Dean was sitting on, the darkness vanished into the shadows underneath. The parts that had fallen behind soon followed, making even that darkness solidify.
Dean, contentedly reading their father’s journal and trusting the people sharing the room with him, didn’t spot his danger.
The shadows rippled, and began to coil up Jacob’s recently-vacated chair. Tendrils curled and pulled itself up. This time, it wasn’t formless like before. This time, a distinct shape started to take form. A torso could be seen with a head dipping down towards Dean’s spot.
Two arms rippled into existence, walling Dean in.
And that was what alerted him at last.
Dean leapt out of his seat as he saw the two black arms suddenly snap into solid existence. He stared up defiantly at the shadow, his knife in hand. “Sam!” he called out, trying to see where his little brother was, afraid this creature had already taken the others.
Finally realizing that he stood alone against the monster.
Aw, good guess, but little Barry has nothing to do with this AU! So far, he and Xander are only in the original BA, my cute dorks. I do look forward to reaching their story after working up to it for so long.
I think we disguised the ‘b’ in bofa pretty well during the excerpts, but anyone familiar with my and neon’s writings will recognize it in the end.
Guesses are no longer accepted for #sotw, #ws, #don, #auv, #rt, #awos, #ababs and #teome! They have been guessed and previews will post, one per day, at 2pm est. You guys are on a roll!
Names that still need to be guessed: #atth, #bofa, #bah, #tttb and #a:asocs!
If all titles are guessed except for #a:asocs, we’ll reveal that one as a treat for such determination! Four more left!
July 4th excerpt:
“Is that the best you can do?!” Dean called over his shoulder, jumping to the side to get out of the way of grasping fingers. Stan hadn’t given himself enough room to maneuver next to the chair, and Dean was closing in on his destination.
And another story name is guessed! Someone guessed #sotw today, so a preview will be seen tomorrow!
Guesses are no longer accepted for #sotw, #ws, #don, #auv, #rt, #awos, #ababs and #teome! They have been guessed and previews will post, one per day, at 2pm est. You guys are on a roll!
Names that still need to be guessed: #atth, #bofa, #bah, #tttb and #a:asocs!
If all titles are guessed except for #a:asocs, we’ll reveal that one as a treat for such determination! Four more left!
By the time they reached the final doorway, Bowman was exhausted just from looking at every corner. The human shoved the door open and kicked it closed behind him with a loud slam. Bowman flinched, but his eyes were on the room before him.
“Here we are, little guy,” the human announced. “Home sweet home.”
Bowman scowled over his shoulder. “This is not my home,” he insisted. His wings twitched in a mix of irritation and sorrow. It had been too long since he could fly freely. “It’s just another stupid human box.”
We’ve gotten such fun story name guesses, I’ve made a masterpost with all of them! Correct guesses are in bold.
#don–
#ws–
#auv–
#bah–
#rt–
#bp–
Your amazing guessing skills continue! One letter off the title once again, earning everyone a sneak peek at the continuation of Brothers Consulted with–
A Burglary at Baker Street
Dazed and bruised, Sam was operating wholly on instinct as he heard someone entering the flat. “You son of a bitch,” he slurred, weakly trying to push Mark’s arm from where it was braced to pin him down.
Instincts guided his other hand, and Sam’s fingers wrapped around a familiar hilt. One he’d always kept at his side, but never wielded against another person.
In a flash, Sam’s silver knife was at Mark’s throat, trying to force a stalemate.
“Let. Me. Go,” Sam said, his daze shaken off by the adrenaline that surged through his body.
Mark froze at the cool touch of sharp metal against his neck, but his arm remained firm against Sam. He’d had weapons pulled on him before, but he’d never let any of them get this close. Mark’s breathing quickened, tears pricking in the corners of his eyes with every rumbling step ascending the staircase just outside the flat door.
“I-I can’t,” he whimpered.
He shoved his knee into Sam’s stomach, releasing Sam’s collar to jump away from the knife. Tucking his chin in close, he lunged again to land behind Sam, quickly grabbing hold of his arms and twisting them behind his back. His grip on Sam’s knife-wielding wrist was firm, yet he hesitated to deprive him of it.
“Please stop fighting,” he begged, whispering in Sam’s ear as the human outside drew ever nearer. “I don’t want to hurt you. He will.”
Sam snarled, suddenly resembling Dean more than ever as he railed against the inevitable. Even if he escaped, he’d never get away before the human got there.
“Do whatever you want,” Sam growled. “My answer’s not gonna change. Let me go, you sonovabitch.”
Trying to twist away, Sam found Mark’s hold on him too strong. He needed another way out. His mind racing, his lips moved to shoot out more sass and keep Mark distracted.
“So, what is this?” Sam asked derisively. “You’d side with a human over your own kind? Sell us out– For what? Some extra food? ” He snorted. “You’re no better than a pet.” Sam slammed his head back on his last word, aiming to knock Mark out.
Mark flinched back to avoid that fate, unable to dodge a solid blow to the chin. His grip tightened as he reeled back against the books again, the machine attached to him digging sharply into his ribs. He rolled his jaw and winced at the pain blooming across it.
It still hurt less than Sam’s words.
“I don’t have a choice…” Mark’s defensive protest trailed off as the door across the room swung open. If the human overheard him speaking out, Mark would really be in for it.
A tall man in a dark suit and tan wool coat stepped in, his light blond hair slicked back and his cold grey eyes glancing up from his phone to dart around the flat.
“Ma-ark…” he called in singsong.
Brothers Apart 