Favorite lines you've written

[highlyirritable]

About my kids and their "free range" attitude:

"My “benign neglect’ approach has been a good thing for my kids. Because of my hands off policy, my kids can catch a runaway hamster, swing a hammer, and cut their own meat."

P.S. These things are NOT related.

[CynV]

There's alot of talented writers in this group

Here's a couple quotes from my WIP about Las Vegas:

"Love has no boundaries, even when it's found upside down on a pole."

"A tear ran down Charles’ leathery cheek as he reminisced about a Vegas long since lost. He saluted the moon with his scotch, took one last pull from the half empty glass, and then plummeted to his death."

[skyelightning]

Looking down at the rickety stairs makes me a little nauseous. The steps look out of place; if they were their own song, the song would be a slightly off key jazz tune set to a time signature of 5/4. On the sheet, several notes would be missing.

[dgrintalis]

This was in my MS, Ink, but it was a darling that ultimately got the axe.

Footsteps behind him. He tried to turn but couldn’t. His feet were anchored to the floor. The footsteps moved closer, then closer still. He wanted to speak, but the music would eat his words and twist them into a into a carnival squeal of horror.

[Cranky]

For funsies, because this one's from a story going nowhere fast. Still, I liked it a lot. For context, this takes place in '84, hence the no-so-nice terminology.

"The trash fairies" were what Toby called himself and his brother, until Trevor gave him an Indian burn and made him stop.

"We ain't fairies, you weirdo. And if Dad heard you say that..." Trevor left the sentence dangling.

There was no need to finish it. That was one good thing about having a brother. You didn't have to say everything.

[slcboston]

Originally Posted by dgrintalis

This was in my MS, Ink, but it was a darling that ultimately got the axe.

Shame that didn't make the cut.... methinks that's the kind of line that shall eventually find a home somewhere else.

[slcboston]

Still editing on the current WIP, but I think for the next one I'm going to start in on something rather different. This is from that one:

The Bureau still pays him, they can’t afford to cut him loose yet, and his expenses are minimal. He can afford the pie, he decides.

That's when the two brutes walk into the diner. They're huge. They’re also looking for a fight.

And they just might be why he’s here.

Too soon to tell, though he may not have time for pie either way.

[Miss T]

Originally Posted by highlyirritable

About my kids and their "free range" attitude:

"My “benign neglect’ approach has been a good thing for my kids. Because of my hands off policy, my kids can catch a runaway hamster, swing a hammer, and cut their own meat."

P.S. These things are NOT related.

Oh dear goodness, thank you for specifying-- things were on their way to horror until I saw that!

[slcboston]

Why I don't like swimming in the ocean:

Eva had a feeling of motion and pressure, like she’d had the day she’d gone swimming in the open ocean off the back end of a friend’s yacht. She’d felt something flow past her in the deep as she hung in the water. She never knew what it had been, whether shark or whale or something else. It had teeth, though, she had been sure of that. She was equally sure it had taken a moment to glance upward and consider the odd shape floating above it, and wonder if it could be eaten.

She felt that same way now, only this time it came for her.

[folkchick]

I like this one. William—ghost man—fades when the sun goes down.

“Tomorrow,” he whispered, sounding much farther away than the distance between us. I nodded, watching as his skin turned translucent, dark, a jellyfish in a black ocean. My heart ripped a little, at the same old spot it always did. Although, this time hurt worse. So much worse.

[folkchick]

And I love this one as well, because it tells so much by description.

Without waiting for a reaction, because I’d already been through that and it left me in the middle of a gravel road, I just dumped my whole purse onto the desk. Billfold, book, comb, compact, lipgloss, half-eaten rotten apple—he flashed a small grin at that—packet of bank money for a car bought then returned, three pens and some chewing gum, it all fell out into a pile.

[Ade Hill]

I stood motionless, my eyes wide and trained on his blade, following it up and down as if I were a violinist in his depraved orchestra, mesmerized by his menacing conduction.

[orangejuice]

A lot of these lines people have written are really, really good. I am in awe!
....
As for my 'favourite line'- I never think anything is the best I've ever written, because everything can always be improved. However, it's better than most of what I've written so far.
This from Chapter One, a character reflecting on her (lack of) connection with others:

Strange how it did not feel any different now than when I was surrounded by people. It was as though they did not exist. They talked and moved around me and interacted, but I was just a cold star moving through space, observing everything and feeling nothing. I did not venture outside my room- what was there to see? I did not eat- food was tasteless. Now I had even ceased to sleep. I was so bored it hurt.

[Simon John Cox]

"Thanks to my father's sluggish sperm my brother is a full seven years older than me, so as I was entering adolescence he was entering young women."

[Wayne K]

I haven't had a good line in a few days, which stinks because I've written 15,000 words this past week.

I do enjoy reading you guys stuff though, thank you

[lennatallo]

I really like this thread!

From chapter 2 of my WIP...

“Well, just enjoy having the room to fart freely while you can” Nick quipped. Charlotte giggled. I couldn’t argue with that. My very own fart room. How special.

[RedScylla]

My very crass Okie narrator is forced to perform an ancient ritual and this is what he compares it to:

"I seen this thing once in Houston. They called it performance art. Guy dressed up like Hitler doing a ballet dance with another guy in a Statue of Liberty costume, while these folks dressed up like dollar bills threw fried chicken at them. That's what it was like."

[Wayne K]

“You have a beautiful face,” he said, “You should wear your hair like that more often.”

“I thought my best assets were my ass and legs.”

“So, maybe some hot pants too.”

Kyle is a relentless flirt. I have no idea where he gets it

[laurie17]

Very close between:

Dreams are as much a part of our lives as reality.
This thought struck me as I opened my eyes to the sight of a goblin sitting upon my chest.

And:

I could hear the conversation in my mind: Hey Hazel, do you know anything about a guy who goes around stabbing people that disappear when the sun rises?

Yes, my new story is WEIRD.

[MrWrite]

The old man stared at me then looked into the car and back again. He moved closer. “Ahh, there you are kid.” He looked into the car again. “Though I don’t know how you can be there when you’re also in here. I don’t suppose you’re a twin?”

and

“Well of course the you, you is fine. I can see that the you, you is fine. But the you sitting in the car with a gash in your head? Not so good.”

[MrWrite]

I shook my head. “This has got to be a dream.” A dream? More like a nightmare. A bizarre, twisted Tim Burton style nightmare. With bells on.

[Sneaky Devil]

*points to sig*

Those are my favs at the moment.

[MrWrite]

“Who are you talking to?”

“My wife. She says she’s been waiting for me for twenty years now. I say she can wait a few more minutes. Am I right?”

[MrWrite]

Originally Posted by Sneaky Devil

*points to sig*

Those are my favs at the moment.

They're cool lines too Sneaks. They make me want to buy your book so get published already!

[MrWrite]

Just one more:

Before I could react, the creature leaned down and paced a long lick right across my face. What the hell sort of monster licks you? Perhaps it was testing to see if I would make a tasty snack. Then the thing whined and backed up so I could get a good look at it.