Favorite line you've written

miss marisa · May 17, 2013

protag giving a "speech."

"I've written a list of things that make me uncomfortable," she announced, yellow notepad in hand. "Number one, people who use the word 'fracking'."

Anna Spargo-Ryan · May 17, 2013

kkbe said:
AnnaS, you write with a quiet grace and eloquence that makes me look at my stuff and cringe.

Come on now, YOUR writing punches me in the face and terrifies me in the best possible way.

(Thank you)

Liralen · May 17, 2013

kkbe said:
From EFFIN' ALBERT, this is part of an excerpt I posted in SYW, *language* and *pinworms* and a *certain body orifice*:

Your dialogue always ROCKS.

Some indie art film producer is bound to have a cerebral orgasm when he/she reads it and come frantically pounding on your door for film rights.

We'll hear about you at Sundance someday

kkbe · May 18, 2013

Anna Spargo-Ryan: Come on now, YOUR writing punches me in the face and terrifies me . . .

My work here is done.

Liralen: Some indie art film producer is bound to have a cerebral orgasm. . .

I'll bring the wine, you bring the cheese.

Thanks you guys.

Animad345 · May 18, 2013

About a recovering alcoholic. Not fantastic, I'll concede (especially reading the little gems on here) but for me, it sums up part of his motivation for his self-destructive behaviour:

That was when he had panicked. And when he panicked, the alcohol was never too far away.

Sagana · May 18, 2013

An angry and depressed man driving through a post-apocalyptic landscape:

He dodged forlorn Christmas lights strung like mines across the road. A useless luxury trailing away from a once happy home.

kkbe · May 19, 2013

From CHERRY *Language/Mature*:

I haven’t written the ending yet. I think he’s going with Plan A but I’m not sure, because I don’t understand his reasoning. Can’t he just go home? Can’t he just turn the van around, go home, and take a nap or something? Can’t he take a nap or watch some porn or bake a cake or crank his fucking shank I mean come on, Cherry, there has to be a Plan C.

Please tell me there’s a Plan C, Cherry.

Some people just wanna die, Mr. B.

Oh, Christ.

Animad345 · May 19, 2013

kkbe, tell me that little excerpt was just for me! :hi:

Edit: Just kidding! Very glad I saw it, though.

kkbe · May 19, 2013

For your eyes only, Animad345. A taste. Just remember what I told you, lady. . .

Animad345 · May 19, 2013

I couldn't find a suitable smiley, so you're stuck with this:
:wag:

Damn, I keep hijacking this thread. OK, everyone. As you were!

Shirokirie · May 19, 2013

Bleh.

Six little fingers squeezed his shoulder. So’yi perched on Rollond and nosed through his hair.

“What are you doing up there?” he asked.

“Looking for you,” she said.

“Well? Did you find me yet?” he chuckled.

She bowed over the top of his head and unleashed a tiny roar. She meant to nip his nose, but lost her footing and plunged into the water.

GraemeTollins · May 19, 2013

This is the ending from a short I wrote about two scientists discussing a coming climate disaster.

[FONT=Georgia, serif]Bernard got up from the recliner and made for the door. Henry Achato sat upright and watched him go. He brushed his forehead and looked out through the smoked glass, up at the sky. The formation of high altitude carriers began spraying the titanium dioxide into the atmosphere. Later, as the sun got lower, the light would reflect off the particles and give a brilliant multi-coloured display, much like the old Northern Lights. When he first saw them, all those years ago, he thought they were beautiful. Everyone did. There had been “Lights Parties” across the world. That was then. In the early times. These days, the light show just gave him a sense of dread and sadness. A final, brightly-coloured farewell flourish, from a world that had regretfully had to give up on the people that it had entrusted as its protector.[/FONT]

KidCassandra · May 20, 2013

Shirokirie said:
Bleh.

What kind of critter is that? Sounds adorable.

**

A couple of (sketchy) lines of dialogue from the drafting process of my WIP:

"Why does it always have to be dragons? Just once, I want it to be a unicorn. That's what I'd like to see. Wonder how much one of those horns would go for?"

"You'd really shoot a unicorn? Like, no questions asked?"

" 'Course not. First I'd make sure I was going to get paid."

kkbe · May 21, 2013

KidCassandra said:
What kind of critter is that? Sounds adorable.

Shirokirie, I thought the same thing. I read that and sat there for five minutes, trying to picture the little guy in my head. Adorable, for sure.

Liralen · May 21, 2013

kkbe said:
Shirokirie, I thought the same thing. I read that and sat there for five minutes, trying to picture the little guy in my head. Adorable, for sure.

Me too

The image that kept peeking through was a sort of anime chinchillaXScottish Fold kitten.

AlanaHarbison · May 22, 2013

I don't where I'm going to use this one yet, just kind of thought it was worth sharing.

I don’t want friends. I don’t need friends. Friends lock you into a position in life that you fear to change –same with family. I would go through this life alone, happy in my distrust of others, if not for the friends and family that hold me back.

Kaarl · May 23, 2013

Thanks for that Alana ! I have an editor now so hopefully they will forgive my ignorance as it's my first ever novel. I found another one now I'm doing revision.

MC's father (a demon) after being told to consult his estranged son for advice:

Mastema considered his wife’s advice for a moment and whilst in principal it sounded good, the fact that it involved Kaarl, his youngest son, was a concern. The boy had always been different from his brothers. Not “apples and oranges” different, “apples and I wish you had been a miscarriage” different.

I write what I'm deciding to call 'Comedic Paranormal Fantasy' if that's not already a genre.

kkbe · May 23, 2013

Kaarl: The boy had always been different from his brothers. Not “apples and oranges” different, “apples and I wish you had been a miscarriage” different.

Did not see that one coming, Kaarl.

From GINGERSNAP *language* :

Me and Brian had a choice that day and we made the wrong fucking one, I knew it then—even before it happened I think I knew it—and I sure as shit know it now, especially now with my own little girl looking up at me so trusting-like and jumping into my arms like a little monkey.

southbel · May 23, 2013

Haven't put anything up in a while. Description of my fictitious South Carolina town.

Nestled between the Edisto and Ashepoo Rivers, the town of Blackwater was situated in a land riddled with swampy waters, ancient live oak trees, and old Southern charm. In a way, the town was a place where progress forgot. About an hour south of Charleston and a bit longer to an interstate, it had not gone through the renaissance of the South and instead clung to the traditions and flavors long present in this corner of the Lowcountry. It was a place where everyone knew everybody but we were strangers. I was not looking forward to the move.

Anna Spargo-Ryan · May 24, 2013

Moving into proper depressing territory in this WIP.

Then he closes his eyes and tries to suck his lips into his mouth and his body is stiff and quiet. The horses are looking at me like I should know what to do, and I go, I’m ten! What do I know? and they turn their backs to me. So it’s just me standing by a fence and my dad in the mud, and then I realise he’s crying.

kkbe · May 25, 2013

From EFFIN' ALBERT (*MATURE*):

That worst day, when she got home from work she come in our room. I was laying in my bed sucking my thumb and Albert was laying in his bed, still crying on and off ‘cause he felt so bad for me, saying he was sorry, wishing he had all them pinworms and not me.

Mom sat down on Albert’s bed and told me to come over, so I did. We got under the covers with him. She told us not to be ashamed or anything, anybody can get pinworms. I told her Jerkface stuck his finger in our butts.

She didn’t say nothing about that.

Anna Spargo-Ryan · May 25, 2013

kkbe said:
From EFFIN' ALBERT (*MATURE*):

Love.

Raindrop · May 25, 2013

Ow ow ouch. While we're travelling through depressing territory:

Donovan had turned ten in a copper mine under Llandudno.

(Just one sentence, I know, but it took me by surprise.)

Animad345 · May 25, 2013

My MC, in all her pessimistic glory:

She imagined herself at the pulpit. “I take The Truth as my text today; even if you believe in God and you go to church every Sunday and you get married and you procreate and always do the right thing, you’re still gonna end up messed up.”
Yes. That is the lesson.

Tepelus · May 25, 2013

One from my wip:

Throughout the day, Vlad's concentration on his lessons faltered from the thoughts of his having to meet with the king, perturbing the master-at-arms who scolded, “If you can't get your head out of that shit cloud it's in, then shoveling shit is what you should be doing,” and sent him to cesspit cleaning duty.

Favorite line you've written

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Miss Conceived

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learning how to BIC

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Miss Conceived

Novice Wordsmith

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Bless Your Heart

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