Favorite lines you've written

Charlie Horse · Nov 24, 2014

Beige shouted after him. “If you’re not secure enough to live in your brother’s shadow, maybe you ought to find your own light to stand in.”

WriteMinded · Nov 24, 2014

GraemeTollins said:
I wonder if this works out of context, but ....

“[FONT=Georgia, serif]The thing is,” William said, “I always teased her about that picture. I said that unicorns didn't exist. I made Sara unhappy. I remember how she spent ages getting the horn just right, rubbing it out with her favourite pink eraser and redrawing the lines before she coloured it in, always with her tongue sticking out. She asked me how I knew and I told her that everyone knew there were no unicorns. She cried and the next day I saw she had taken the picture down. I felt terrible. She was five years old.”[/FONT]
“[FONT=Georgia, serif]But she put it back up later.” Howard rapped his knuckles on the table top. “She didn't believe you. Your mother told her that if she wanted there to be unicorns, no-one could prove there weren't any.”[/FONT]
“[FONT=Georgia, serif]And that's just it.” William gave Howard a weak shrug. “It was my mother. She made her smile again. Me? I made my little sister cry. I owe it to Sara to prove myself wrong. That's why I have to do this.”[/FONT]

Well, that is just lovely.

J.S.Fairey · Nov 24, 2014

^^^ Agree! Graeme, that is so sweet, and beautifully phrased.

Found this while editing today. Quite pleased with it:

I wondered if they’d be okay without me, and then realised how stupidly egotistical that was. People died all the time, and yet life, selfish and needy as it was, just kept on being lived regardless. The world would continue working. The Plan would continue to light and heat the Island, while all the people continued carrying out their little jobs, living their little lives. We were all but single letters on the page of existence, vitally important and yet barely noticed; we were read, appreciated, and then promptly forgotten in favour of the bigger story.

Charlie Horse · Nov 25, 2014

Sorry for the language, but sometimes I crack myself up.

“How lame is that,” Rooster chuckled. “They put Briggs in charge of guarding the brig.”
Beige chimed in. “Are you surprised? Good thing no one down here’s named Fuckme.”

Mark Thompson · Nov 26, 2014

The trouble with philosophers is, they think too much...

kkbe · Nov 26, 2014

You guys are on a roll.

And now I shall delete the other stuff.

Tazlima · Nov 26, 2014

"The dead don’t bury themselves after all."

It may not sound like much out of context, but I'm absurdly pleased with it.

Tazlima · Nov 26, 2014

Charlie Horse said:
“How lame is that,” Rooster chuckled. “They put Briggs in charge of guarding the brig.”
Beige chimed in. “Are you surprised? Good thing no one down here’s named Fuckme.”

Lol, nice!

Howard Beale · Nov 29, 2014

"Last night I told her I loved her, now I'm slipping out of her room before she wakes up, never to see her again. It isn't right, but it isn't hard."

Rebel-Dynasty · Nov 30, 2014

This is a little excerpt from "Whispers of Nowhere", toward the end of chapter nine:

“It was no trouble at all,” Apollo assured him, clapping a hand on his shoulder, “Whatever you do, be careful. You’re like a son to me; a sarcastic, willful son, but a son, nonetheless.” There was playful glint in his eye when he said this, but before Phenex could so much as murmur an embarrassed, ‘thank you’ in return, the god went on. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a rather pressing meeting with the wood nymphs.” With the wolfish grin that lit his face, there was absolutely no mistaking what he had meant.

Shaking his head in mock disgust, Phenex pulled the door open, declaring over his shoulder, “I really didn’t need to know that, dad.”

Dreity · Dec 2, 2014

The rain had been falling sideways all day, and seemed determined to beat Kortesh to death if it couldn’t drown him.

phantasy · Dec 2, 2014

Loving all the lines lately! So much awesome on here.

Lady Esther · Dec 2, 2014

From my (now completed

) manuscript...

I stared at Farm Hill Way in admiration. It was one of those Leave-it-to-Beaver communities where all the fenceless houses were perfectly aligned and all the streets and pathways were flawlessly paved. The neighborhood was clean and quiet. I thought I’d see a family of four riding their bikes in unison, or a man picking up his newspaper and smiling robotically like a potent man on a Viagra commercial.

SCUBABry · Dec 2, 2014

Tazlima said:
"The dead don’t bury themselves after all."

It's may not sound like much out of context, but I'm absurdly pleased with it.

Tazlima, I love this line! Nicely done!

SCUBABry · Dec 2, 2014

Ok, I'll play. From my WIP "No Name" (on second edit now)...

"[FONT=&quot]For all the things Dale was, he was not a cold blooded murderer. A murder yes, but not a cold blooded one."[/FONT]

Lady Esther · Dec 2, 2014

SCUBABry said:
Ok, I'll play. From my WIP "No Name" (on second edit now)...

"[FONT=&quot]For all the things Dale was, he was not a cold blooded murderer. A murder yes, but not a cold blooded one."[/FONT]

Haha. Nice.

WriteMinded · Dec 3, 2014

Fishmouth. The man had fishmouth, but it wasn’t comical like when Owain did it, and he had his sword in hand immediately, all confident. Knife against broadsword. It was as fair as Slate could make it. He could have used his hands, but that would only have been messier, not fairer. Strangling takes a good while, and he hadn't yet finished the neck breaking lessons.

Shrykespeare · Dec 3, 2014

Context: the characters are thirteen years old, sharing their first-ever kiss.

I brought my lips to hers, and this time, there were no random thoughts, no tension. I poured all of the love I had inside me into that kiss, holding her as tightly as I dared. I don’t know how long it lasted, ten seconds, twenty; time lost all meaning. The entire world had faded away, and only the two of us, alone on our Island, existed.

Finally, the kiss ended, and I touched my forehead to hers again. “I love you, too.”

As the words left my mouth, any emotional control I had left vanished. I cried the happiest tears of my life. Eve began to cry too. We just held each other, too drained to speak, until the fifth-period bell rang.

kkbe · Dec 3, 2014

Shrykespeare said:
Context: the characters are thirteen years old, sharing their first-ever kiss.

I brought my lips to hers, and this time, there were no random thoughts, no tension. I poured all of the love I had inside me into that kiss, holding her as tightly as I dared. I don’t know how long it lasted, ten seconds, twenty; time lost all meaning. The entire world had faded away, and only the two of us, alone on our Island, existed.

Finally, the kiss ended, and I touched my forehead to hers again. “I love you, too.”

As the words left my mouth, any emotional control I had left vanished. I cried the happiest tears of my life. Eve began to cry too. We just held each other, too drained to speak, until the fifth-period bell rang.

I love that ending, it's all right.

Really good stuff here. Thoroughly enjoying it. Okay, back to woik.

GraemeTollins · Dec 3, 2014

kkbe said:
Working that r&r, this is from a new cpt. in CHERRY :

He waited until I didn’t have anything left, until I was reduced to a quivering, sniveling, spent cliché—the quintessential ‘broken-hearted fuck’—and now I know what you, my ersatz readers, are thinking: What actually DID happen to you, David Brandt? Right? Because surely something happened to poor David Brandt, something that explains everything, up to and including that pathetic minivan meltdown.

There's this guy. He's standing alone by the side of a desert highway and waving frantically. Blood running down his forehead, across his face and neck, and onto his white t-shirt. Spinning, bloodshot eyes, with the sand whipping into them. It makes him squint as he talks. The wrecked Porsche is upside down, but he doesn't look at it. He keeps on pointing out across the sand. He's just pointing at this piece of paper with the letters kkbe on it as it flaps and flutters away in the wind.

"Just fucking read that," he says.

PandaMan · Dec 3, 2014

Shrykespeare said:
Context: the characters are thirteen years old, sharing their first-ever kiss.

I brought my lips to hers, and this time, there were no random thoughts, no tension. I poured all of the love I had inside me into that kiss, holding her as tightly as I dared. I don’t know how long it lasted, ten seconds, twenty; time lost all meaning. The entire world had faded away, and only the two of us, alone on our Island, existed.

Finally, the kiss ended, and I touched my forehead to hers again. “I love you, too.”

As the words left my mouth, any emotional control I had left vanished. I cried the happiest tears of my life. Eve began to cry too. We just held each other, too drained to speak, until the fifth-period bell rang.

That's a great last line. Perfect for MG/YA.

kkbe · Dec 3, 2014

GraemeTollins said:
There's this guy. . .

. . .and he wrote a nice thing, which kkbe appreciates, very much.

angeliz2k · Dec 4, 2014

Because they don't WANT to be better men, dammit:

Instead of beating them with his fists for breaking a plate, their father was cudgeling them with words in an attempt to make them good men, utterly against their wishes.

Marlys · Dec 4, 2014

Chessman has just been arrested for conspiring to murder his husband, Prince Morgan:

Had I been inserted into the plot as a distraction in case they failed? Oooh, look--it was simply a domestic matter, nothing to see here. I take the fall, leaving the real conspirators to try again? I shivered. If so, Barwick was letting his dislike for me fuck with Morgan’s safety. I could kill him for that. Worse than kill him.

Most people have the comfort of knowing there are lines they will never cross. I could, under certain circumstances, do this--but I would never, ever, do that. The war took that from me. Specifically, that one cruelly insane Southlands lord took that from me. He wasn’t there at his fortress when we captured it, and found his handiwork in the dungeons below. Afterwards, we had to go looking for him. And we found him. And we did things. I did things. I have no lines. When I say I imagined hurting Barwick, it was with the full and sickening knowledge of how, exactly, I could accomplish that hurt.

I looked at my chains again. No, I wasn’t an animal. Some things take human imagination.

CNSensse · Dec 5, 2014

Religion

“Organized religion is nothing but a money-making scheme,” the retired pastor said as he preached the funeral of one of my best friends ever, several years ago. That statement went directly into my spirit. It hit me like a ton of bricks. It stirred me from the falsely satisfying slumber of, “churchgoing,” and I yawned, stretched and almost woke in my spirit. Then I rolled over and went right back to church. Right back to sleep.

Favorite lines you've written

Speaking in metaphors

Derailed

Speaking in metaphors

Huh.

Mad as Hell!

Writer

I write weird stories.

I can say the alphabet backwards!

The day job is the my antagonist...

The day job is the my antagonist...

I can say the alphabet backwards!

Derailed

Patron Saint of Self-Doubt

Huh.

Panda girls are the best!

Huh.

never mind the shorty

Resist. Love. Go outside.