Favorite lines you've written

Joycecwilliams · Apr 11, 2008

This is from my second chapter when Trish goes to see her counselor.

Brenda's small frame moves away from the door, and sits in the big overstuffed chair near the window. I can never take her seriously when she sits there. She looks like Lily Thomlin playing Edith Ann.

Joycecwilliams · Apr 11, 2008

Constantine K said:
I'm sorry, there are so many of these favorite threads that I forgot which one I was posting in. That makes me look really good.

I retract my previous statement, and apologize.

Not a problem, it's easy to do... Welcome to AW

Sage · Apr 11, 2008

New favorite:

"I guess we'll finally know the answer to the age old question," Justin said. "How much love could a love sucker suck if a love sucker fell in love?"

SirTimberWolf · Apr 11, 2008

This is by far my favorite line(scene) in my book.

“I’m sorry. . .”
Hazel stared at her and for a moment Sam could see something on her lips, almost ready to- It vanished. Sam sighed and closed her eyes, turning to the door she heard Hazel shift and start to say something.
“I’m-“
Sam glanced over her shoulder to see Hazel’s face crunched up, her hand cocked back as if to throw something.
“You screwed up!”
Sam tried to speak.
“You had no right!”
“I-“
Hazel wiped her face, unable to brush away the tears streaming down her cheeks. She swallowed and narrowed her eyes. “I woke up and you were gone!”

Just the build up (several pages earlier) and this scene still manage to bring tears to my eyes. . . I feel so sorry for this relatively minor character. I think I'm getting good at this

Charlie Horse · Apr 14, 2008

This is rather long, but I enjoyed the writing of it.

As Matthew had once done, over the course of eternity there were a handful of instances where a soul happened to stumble upon the long featureless hallway and have a chance encounter with the spirit of the Untouchable One. If one were a male soul, they would be immediately possessed by the pureness and light of her beauty. Most had been gently turned away and perhaps given a parting gift with which to soften the blow of never being able to come near her again--ever.

In Kran’s case, however, there was something about him that begged abruptness. There were no kind words in the exchange. No, “thanks, but no thanks.” None of the usual, “I’m terribly sorry but my father won’t allow me to date still for several millennia.”

Without meaning to, when the soul of the Untouchable One encountered Kran she blurted, “You’ve got to be joking. There is evil and loathing seeping from every corner and crevice of your being. If I had a stomach, I am sure it would turn just at the very thought of being near you. Why my father hasn’t banished you altogether into the nether regions I’ll never understand. Leave me now before your foul aura gets all over my nice clean carpets. No offense.”

Zoombie · Apr 14, 2008

It's actually two lines and a chapter break.

In a big dramatic fight, a character gets wounded, and...

After a long silence, Angel looked up at her and shook his head. “He's dead.”

<Chapter break>

“You...YOU HORRIBLE PERSON!” Pix shouted at Angel, who was barely able to breath, let alone talk back as he leaned against the wall of the Ice Caves, laughing.

sportacus · Apr 23, 2008

I just kept falling. I had been falling for about three full seconds, when it hit me. What hit me, you ask? Well, the ground, I suppose.

JadeFrog · Apr 27, 2008

[FONT=&quot]“We’ve accomplished something great here, ladies and gentlemen.”[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]“Yes, you’ve created the world’s most expensive teaching aid”, Von Bruen sniped from the back of the room.[/FONT]
----

WittyandorIronic · Apr 27, 2008

Marlin opened the door, and the disquiet that permeated the foyer was raised to palpable anxiety as the wind and rain splashed in, along with a stumbling tangle of limbs.

- I am sure I will edit it to death, but thats the sentence I liked from todays work.

Melenka · Apr 27, 2008

This is my current favorite from my WIP, a scene in which the male MC receives a call from his neice:

“I just called to find out how things are going. We’ve been missing each other’s calls. What’s new?”

A girl, little older than you, drug addled and naked, is upstairs in my bed and I’m trying to decide if I should kill her or not.

He froze, hoping desperately that he had only thought that. Katya was neither laughing nor screaming, so he must not have spoken aloud. It occurred to him that going without sleep was not as easy as it once had been.

mario_c · Apr 30, 2008

I hope scriptwriters can play, too. From my vampire movie, I think I paint her character with one line:

Doctor Nicolette Roth. I've heard of you. But I've never heard of you needing a police escort before. Sad to watch you humans get old, innit?

Likewise the heroine in my action opus:

Girls need passion, and affection, and drama. The good kind. It’s the only thing that satisfies us. And it’s so rare in a world where everything is the same, and
everyone is nice and friendly.

Charlie Horse · May 1, 2008

mario_c said:
I hope scriptwriters can play, too.

Of course. Scriptwriters are people too.

Unlike the antagonist I'm developing in my WIP as described below.

“Are you saying that you’re not human? I suppose I might believe that if you weren’t such an ugly, dumb bastard with the personality of a fire hydrant. I mean it’s no wonder you have obvious issues, really. Your mother must have hated admitting having you for a son.”

slcboston · May 1, 2008

Ben's life went to hell the day his father-in-law showed up for breakfast.

From a short story I'm working on.

slcboston · May 1, 2008

More of a paragraph, really, but I like it (and this one's appeared in print

)

I woke up with sand in my eyes, a crick in my neck, and wet pants. Either it had been a good night, or the worst bender of my life. The sand in my eyes was real sand. My pants were wet because the tide was coming in. I’d never woken up on the beach before, not like this. I was still dressed, and I didn’t remember coming to the shore. At least my pants were only wet below the knees. I hadn’t been passed out long enough to drown, so that was a positive for me.

which also helped set up this little exchange, that i think is probably my favorite bit of dialogue I've written so far:

I couldn’t think of where to go with the conversation from there, so I reverted to practical matters. “I’d like some coffee, but I don’t seem to have my wallet.”

The bartender reached under the counter. “I know that. I took it from you earlier. Didn’t think it was a good idea for you to be laying out there with it in your pocket. You might have lost it, or at least gotten it wet.” He slid it across to me.

“Well, thanks.” I wiggled my toes and ordered coffee. “You take my shoes, too?”

“Course I did.”

“You saved my shoes?”

He shrugged and cleaned another glass of its nonexistent spots. “They looked like good shoes.”

“But you left me there?”

“You didn’t look so good.”

Charlie Horse · May 1, 2008

[quote="slcboston]Ben's life went to hell the day his father-in-law showed up for breakfast. [/quote]

He, he. I've actually experienced this in real life.

JamieFord · May 1, 2008

"The end."

Sassee · May 1, 2008

My fav so far:

We got to spend the whole afternoon doing absolutely nothing. Nobody tried to flirt with me, my homework was all done, and not once did someone try to kill me. It was a very nice change of pace.

scope · May 1, 2008

I used this in one on my published children's books:

"This is a story about you."

slcboston · May 1, 2008

Charlie Horse said:
He, he. I've actually experienced this in real life.

Considering where my story goes from there, I sincerely hope not.

slcboston · May 1, 2008

sportacus said:
I just kept falling. I had been falling for about three full seconds, when it hit me. What hit me, you ask? Well, the ground, I suppose.

I'm guessing you hit the ground bcs you didn't see your luggage at the last minute?

(Either that or you're the whale.

)

Tasmin21 · May 1, 2008

Found this in a piece I was re-reading today. (something I hope to finish in the future)

You don’t offer to shake hands with a tactile psychic. It’s like offering to greet the queen by sniffing her crotch.

ACEnders · May 1, 2008

My favorite lines from my writing so far today:

As it was now, the weather seemed to start in her soul and whip through her heart out into the world around her; it didn’t come from the clouds above her but rather from the clouds within her.

traininvain · May 1, 2008

I love reading all these!

Here are two from my WIP--

My main character, after getting sick from one too many shots of tequila--

"I can't believe you saw me puke," I groaned, pulling the blankets over my head.

"It was a lovely moment," he said dryly. "Now there's a band name for you-- the Lovely Pukes."

I poked my head back out to shoot him a withering look. "How about the
Shut the Fuck Ups?"

"The Toilet Huggers."

"The Imminent Castrations."

"Yes, with our debut album: Lorenna Bobbitt, How Could You."

and I don't think this one needs much context:

“Jay, you should play that song. You know, the one about pie,” Gwen suggested from across the fire. Somehow from the way she said it, and the dark look Jake gave her in response, I could tell a gauntlet had been thrown. Maybe some You Got Served-style dance-off shenanigans would ensue. That would be-- well, that would be pretty awesome, actually.

slcboston · May 1, 2008

traininvain said:
I love reading all these!

Here are two from my WIP--

My main character, after getting sick from one too many shots of tequila--

It was the Lorena Bobbit song that toppled me over the edge... of my chair.

James81 · May 1, 2008

There was a whole story behind this that I really liked, but this was the "end" of the story (from my current WIP).

“I’ll never forget what he said next. His face suddenly dimmed as if he were coming back down to reality. He looked up at me with tired eyes and said, ‘Young Lady, I learned that day how to stand up for myself. From that moment forward, I was no longer a little boy—I was a man. I learned that sometimes you have to climb out of the hole you are in and cling to the rope for dear life. No matter how tired or how scared you are, if you just hold on for another second--another minute--the answer will come along. There is always hope on the rope. Never forget that.’

Favorite lines you've written

Supreme Guessinator

Hiding between the covers.

Speaking in metaphors

Dragon of the Multiverse

Better is the enemy of done

Your thoughts are not real...

Speaking in metaphors

Pasture-ized

Pasture-ized

Speaking in metaphors

giving resonant directions

Momma Wolf

Commonsensical Maverick

Pasture-ized

Pasture-ized

They will come from below...

Self-Banned

bonafide hustler

Pasture-ized

Great Scott Member