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William Haskins
03-02-2005, 06:01 AM
open your latest project, and copy/paste the very last sentence you wrote.

i dare you.

03-02-2005, 06:09 AM
open your latest project, and copy/paste the very last sentence you wrote.

"And that’s how it started."

(From "Marathon," a short story.)

03-02-2005, 06:42 AM
Only on her son’s death would she realize how little she stood to gain--but Wang knew now.

(From the middle of a novel in progress)

03-02-2005, 06:57 AM
The last sentence in my WIP:

She hesitated for a second, then ran up the steps, unlatched the gate and slipped inside the house.

But this is the sentence I last wrote:

"And we'll kill it."

three seven
03-02-2005, 07:07 AM
"She's in the garden."


03-02-2005, 07:11 AM
"Berries, whatever they were, sounded good."

03-02-2005, 07:12 AM
They really had no choice; the Mother had seen to that.


03-02-2005, 07:14 AM
Why would I even think such a thing, much less say it?

Mark Anderson
03-02-2005, 09:02 AM
"Now I only eat vegetarian."

William Haskins
03-02-2005, 09:05 AM
"Love and joy and happiness, those are just masks we wear."

Jonathon Michaels
03-02-2005, 09:21 AM
"I think there is much you aren’t telling.”

aka eraser
03-02-2005, 09:32 AM
"But you can’t always explain what you observe."

Last line (unless I change it) of this week's column.

03-02-2005, 09:51 AM
:snoopy: ....The end

03-02-2005, 09:52 AM

This is funny. Read them all together as if they were part of a whole, they make a kinda weird sense.


03-02-2005, 10:19 AM
Shawn, that's true... it's weird!

Especially these together (mind not the tense changes):

And that's how it started. Only on her son’s death would she realize how little she stood to gain--but Wang knew now. They really had no choice; the Mother had seen to that. Love and joy and happiness, those are just masks we wear.

She's in the garden. Berries, whatever they were, sounded good. She hesitated for a second, then ran up the steps, unlatched the gate and slipped inside the house.

"Why would I even think such a thing, much less say it? I think there is much you aren’t telling. But you can’t always explain what you observe. Now I only eat vegetarian."

The end.


03-02-2005, 10:27 AM
Now that all seemed well I stopped waiting for the bomb to drop.

*from Afterglow of a Virgo*

03-02-2005, 10:57 AM
"When I impacted the glidewalk I lost both my bio contacts--I'm afraid my vision is off." FROM NOVEL--WORD WARS

"A species that originated in China had a likeness to both cave and North American lions some 350,000 years ago." FROM NON-FIC BOOK--VALLEY OF THE MASTODONS, THE ICE AGE DISCOVERIES OF HEMET, CALIFORNIA.


03-02-2005, 11:18 AM
what a great idea for a thread.

Over 20,000 tentacles hung mercilessly from the massive beast, each as thick as a temple spire, each as long as eternity, each ripping absolute destruction upon anything that comes anywhere near its poisonous skin.

Jonathon Michaels
03-02-2005, 12:09 PM

This is funny. Read them all together as if they were part of a whole, they make a kinda weird sense.


I'm so glad I wasn't the only one to see this. I was afraid to post it though, for fear those guys outside in the white van with the white jackets might finally actually knock on the door...

03-02-2005, 12:38 PM
"She may think she’s showing you that she cares and that you appreciate it."

03-02-2005, 01:13 PM
The unseeing leading the blind in a quest of ignorance.

03-02-2005, 02:20 PM
'Give me a poke if I nod off.'

03-02-2005, 03:17 PM
FOMCLMAO (falling off my chair laughing my *** off)

It's still working. This is too funny and weird. So are we to learn from this that no matter what you do with words they will make an odd sorta sense? It is then our own minds that create sense and order? Or is it the thousand monkey idea?


Lisa Y
03-02-2005, 03:47 PM
"How long do you think it's been here?"


03-02-2005, 05:15 PM

I see a new project in the making -- Atlanta Night 2: Last Words.

03-02-2005, 05:31 PM
She recognized the fresh linen scent lingering in the air.

(As of yet untitled short.)

03-02-2005, 05:56 PM
For these animals, she sent reassuring messages.

03-02-2005, 06:06 PM
Berta sets her cleaning supplies down and heads to Jake’s bedroom.

(Spec for "Two and a Half Men")

03-02-2005, 06:18 PM
He had sight.

03-02-2005, 08:32 PM
"I have always believed that riding in a speeding firetruck with lights flashing and siren blaring is better than all but the very best sex."

Betty W01
03-02-2005, 08:40 PM
[thus explaining why Brady chose to become a fireman...]

She might be turing forty - no, it was after midnight now, she was forty - but she could still kick that girl’s ***!

[from an unfinished short story called - for now - Turing Forty In Bobby Lee's Place]

03-02-2005, 08:55 PM
“I know.”

03-02-2005, 08:58 PM
Together they turned to the right and began to trot along the majic shield, but before long, it turned into an all-out run.

(in the midst of being edited because of the repeated 'turned' and similarity of 'long/along')

03-02-2005, 10:08 PM
"So do you know that guy?" she asked.

03-02-2005, 10:15 PM

I see a new project in the making -- Atlanta Night 2: Last Words.

LOL I was thinking along the same lines.

What a hoot, it is still working, that is so strange.


03-02-2005, 11:14 PM
This is from a WIP:

She laid back on her new bed, snuggled into the hide and fell into a deep sleep.


03-02-2005, 11:56 PM
Gak! Jenna? I hope you're not talking about Celine.

Shawn, I hope to Gawd we've progressed past the 1000 primates, randomly hammering out a script. Although I sometimes cock an inquiring eyebrow. I know, I know...speak for yourself Trisnubatops!

But I just dare, double dang dare ya to put my lions into the script without bustin' up the continuity. I shall wait for a fantasy script!

03-02-2005, 11:57 PM
I spoke too soon. Swift has got something going on there with the hide. Hmmm..


03-03-2005, 12:00 AM
(Shawn--I think you're right. Our minds want to make a story out of the words. We look for meaning not just in the immediate words themselves, but in the surrounding context. In the absence of that meaning, our imagination creates one...)

03-03-2005, 02:57 AM
'You were right - it's amazing what you can pick up in a charity shop!'

03-03-2005, 03:03 AM
"This is normal and is nothing to be concerned about."

03-03-2005, 03:33 AM
'You were right - it's amazing what you can pick up in a charity shop!'

I dont EVEN want to know!


Brady H.

03-03-2005, 03:41 AM
(Laughing at MacAllister...really, there's nothing to worry about. Nothing. At. All. :D )

03-03-2005, 03:43 AM
LOL--you gotta admit...in this context...):Ssh:

03-03-2005, 03:48 AM

03-03-2005, 04:00 AM
"If you will take no payment, may I offer a round of refreshment?”

03-03-2005, 04:10 AM
new day, new line.

"'Is that what your sister wants?'"

William Haskins
03-03-2005, 04:18 AM
"Any secrets my father had he took to his grave."

03-03-2005, 07:09 AM
Did I remember how to do this after so many years?

my line for today--that sounds bad out of context.


03-03-2005, 07:23 AM
Lilly hopped into Big Daddy’s lap, and the two of them caressed, stroked and touched while they waited for their new play thing to wake up.

(Ending of short story)


03-03-2005, 04:21 PM
'Whatever it is Frank, the answer is no.'

This is a little depressing if some hidden meaning can be found at the places where one chooses to stop.


03-04-2005, 03:01 AM
OH man, just showed my hubby this thread and we have been laughing our butts off----


03-04-2005, 03:18 AM
"I must be falling in love."

03-04-2005, 03:29 AM
"Chromium is one of 15 trace elements essential for proper lipid and carbohydrate metabolism."

(I apologize for writing nonfiction.)

03-04-2005, 03:38 AM
"Chromium is one of 15 trace elements essential for proper lipid and carbohydrate metabolism."

(I apologize for writing nonfiction.)

;) Don't apologize Jenna. You're not the only one. :)

You know, I didn't think nonfiction could be much fun until I realized that biographies and other such real-life stories are nonfiction. I write some information articles here and there, but I love writing nonfiction about events and people. It can be quite interesting. At the moment I'm writing a piece about my grandfather, and it's heartwarming and fun at the same time. I'm reading a book about writing right now, and it's absolutely hilarious, full of fun anecdotes that make me not want to put it down.

Oh, and here's my submission for the thread:

"Who would have guessed that such a gesture would become one of my earliest and most treasured memories?"

(Reading the last three together are hilarious, as is the whole thread!)

"I must be falling in love."
"Chromium is one of 15 trace elements essential for proper lipid and carbohydrate metabolism."
"Who would have guessed that such a gesture would become one of my earliest and most treasured memories?"

03-04-2005, 06:37 AM
"I simply went to the Government Center across the street,paid a couple of dollars and viola!"

William Haskins
03-05-2005, 01:08 AM
"You can’t be hero and a coward at the same time."

03-05-2005, 01:45 AM
"He listened."

(new day, new line)

03-05-2005, 02:09 AM
"How is my sister?" she said without turning from the window.

03-05-2005, 02:26 AM
I really do think we have weird novel in the making. LOL.

03-05-2005, 02:43 AM
Let's submit it to They-who-never-turn-it-down. http://www.absolutewrite.com/forums/images/smilies/wink.gif

03-05-2005, 03:24 AM
Kev was right - she was getting too old to be a Tooth Fairy.

03-05-2005, 04:23 AM
I love that line, aq!! :ROFL:

03-05-2005, 05:42 AM
My line for today:

The elk carving sat on a stone near the fire and appeared to prance about in the fluttering fire light.


03-05-2005, 06:09 AM
(Sadly, from nothing more exciting than an essay 'Prolegomena to Any Future Epistemology'): "The logic of the world is not their own; they must either learn the laws that order life, or abandon life for abitrary laws."

03-05-2005, 06:15 AM
He knew Mindtap was an industry leader, but he wondered about how forward-thinking the world would have to be to accept what Exjay was proposing.


03-05-2005, 07:33 AM
"My brother is again above the ground."

--from Soul of the Demon, a work very much in progress...


Kida Adelyne
03-05-2005, 05:38 PM
He puzzled over her remark, not sure what she had meant, but didn’t ask because she had started eating.

03-05-2005, 08:46 PM
"My brother is again above the ground."
He puzzled over her remark, not sure what she had meant, but didn’t ask because she had started eating.


Oh, that's just friggin' priceless!

William Haskins
03-05-2005, 10:37 PM
A flame snapped from her lighter and kissed the tip of her cigarette with a whispered singe.

03-06-2005, 03:02 AM
Arrowqueen, you slay me with that. you GOT something goin' on with a past the prime-age tooth fairy! Sounds like some Roald Dahl, which suckered me right in.


03-07-2005, 04:18 AM
"What if it's from the killer?"

03-07-2005, 04:30 AM
"F---ing freak."

Jonathon Michaels
03-07-2005, 04:34 AM
Picking up her new fork, she went on her way.

Maybe that should be before the one above me. Hmmmm...

03-07-2005, 04:44 AM
New day, new line:

He had abandoned the survivors to the wreckage he had created.


(These lines would make one strange book)

03-07-2005, 07:11 AM
Under the pain and anger, though, I saw something dangerous.

03-07-2005, 10:15 AM
They look at each other thinking, ‘I could so easily have been you’.

I was worried when I read this, because I had no idea what the last thing I wrote was but I felt obliged to post it no matter what it was. I was impressed when it was something that sounded kind of nice like that. I'm writing non-fiction, so it mostly doesn't sound like that =)

William Haskins
03-07-2005, 10:29 AM
Sometimes, I reminded myself, the mind must be whipped, like a top, until it spins with its own momentum.

03-07-2005, 03:08 PM
"This is normal and is nothing to be concerned about."

Those words always scare me! :scared:

The equipment wasn't as much of a challenge as sifting through the absorbed information on covering his trail, getting the codes to work, and getting the "virus" out.

03-07-2005, 04:14 PM
'Why do I like you Frank?'
'Lost Dog Syndrome?'

Oh now I'm really depressed.


03-07-2005, 04:15 PM
"Just being sociable," I told her.

03-07-2005, 10:19 PM
Huiracocha knows this.


03-07-2005, 10:26 PM
Once again the attendees were families, proving that history repeats itself, even at the drive-in movie.

(Stepping Out in Cincinnati, due December, 2005)


03-07-2005, 10:33 PM
......magnificent buttocks.

03-07-2005, 10:51 PM
......magnificent buttocks.

Nice first post!

03-07-2005, 10:59 PM
"Don't hit me with that!"

03-08-2005, 02:55 AM
'She's not a ghost - we are.'

03-08-2005, 03:15 AM
"We will be gracious."

03-08-2005, 04:07 AM
Not only is this a fun read, it's a magnificient prompt thread.

03-08-2005, 04:13 AM
This film simply leaves a rather unsatisfying aftertaste for me, and that's not very cool.

03-08-2005, 04:47 AM
This film simply leaves a rather unsatisfying aftertaste for me, and that's not very cool.

Your review, perhaps, of Be Cool? :tongue

03-08-2005, 06:07 AM
"I'm having fun getting there."

William Haskins
03-08-2005, 08:24 AM
"So what now... fight or flight?"

William Haskins
03-11-2005, 07:46 PM
"Just fate. That’s all."

03-12-2005, 03:01 AM
Let me know if there is anything else you need me to add.

(sorry, wrote a reference letter for someone today, and I won't get time to write later so this is my last line for the day)


03-12-2005, 03:55 AM
Locked in the freezer, Sam grinned, despite his chattering teeth - not long now!

(So it's a bit unfrotunate that the girl he's been stalking has just buggered off on holiday for a fortnight.)

03-12-2005, 03:55 AM
'Unfortunate', even.

03-12-2005, 10:26 PM
(This is depressing. I went to my novel-in-progress, to post a line here, and found out that I lost all my files. I was stupid and saved them all on a disk, which is now corrupted. Ah, well, it was only a partial outline with one chapter fleshed out. And, I do have a hard copy of that one chapter. But, I had a lot more than just that on the disk. Stupid ... stupid ... stupid!)

Kida Adelyne
03-13-2005, 03:31 AM
(Awww. :Hug2:. Happens to everyone sometime)

03-13-2005, 03:42 AM
The other three were also among the dead and unfortunately were unable to confirm or collaborate her story.


03-13-2005, 09:29 AM
Her voice sounded small even to her ears.

03-13-2005, 09:31 AM
Did I remember how to do this after so many years?

my line for today--that sounds bad out of context.


Oh, Shawn, my mind is adding plenty of context to that line. :roll:

03-13-2005, 06:55 PM
"My help! You want help from a crazy woman?" That's what he'd called her when they last spoke.


03-14-2005, 05:49 AM
This life will not take long.

three seven
03-14-2005, 06:08 AM

03-14-2005, 06:32 AM

03-14-2005, 09:32 AM
Let's pump this up to over a 1000 views and then congratulations William! The most popular thread in the new history of WRITE!



03-14-2005, 07:01 PM
Yesterday's last line:

The ground swallowed him.


03-14-2005, 10:18 PM
Mary Ellen hadn't spoken of what they had unearthed that day until she realized she was the only one left to tell the story.


03-15-2005, 12:36 AM
(This is my last line for today. I managed to write 1,500 words today. :) I have to take my eighty-one-year-old mom out to dinner.)

She wondered how many people had died in her hometown since then.


Kida Adelyne
03-15-2005, 06:23 AM
She swam closer, and poking her head above the water, she saw it was a small row boat.

03-15-2005, 06:24 AM
I question everything.

03-15-2005, 11:23 PM
Sinking down into her bed, she sobbed until sleep came.

03-16-2005, 12:18 AM
Her gaze locked with mine, she paused in her abuse of the vegetation, then bent the grass in half as if she would try to rip it in two.

03-16-2005, 10:28 AM
Only in hindsight did he see it.

03-16-2005, 02:56 PM
He never learned her last name.

03-17-2005, 02:46 AM
'Didn't you know? I'm your new step-mother.'

03-18-2005, 03:37 AM
:Jump: And now as Paul Harvey would say, "for the rest of this here story."

03-19-2005, 01:29 AM
"Deploy your men."

03-19-2005, 01:43 AM
As she pushed the end button on her cell phone, she wished she'd sold it along with everything else when she'd left.


03-21-2005, 06:06 AM

03-21-2005, 06:11 AM
There wasn't a dry eye in the room.

03-21-2005, 06:13 AM
Where comfort began death followed.

Mac H.
03-22-2005, 10:41 AM
Sebastian walks down the street, following her.


03-22-2005, 07:44 PM
But she emmerged from the flames, as did her writings, while the rest of the building fell to ashes.

03-23-2005, 01:37 AM
Her eyes followed him, until he disappeared as quickly as he came into her life.

03-23-2005, 08:24 AM
She wondered why he left $43 for one beer.

03-23-2005, 08:27 AM
yup, last line of a section from my diss . . . i think that it will still add to the humor.

Her imagery reinforces the heterosexual bond of femininity, and both men and women can relate to the sexual messages in the advertisement—men longing for the beautiful woman (who represents the nation) and women staying beautiful and alluring for the victorious return of men from the battlefront.

03-23-2005, 08:51 AM
"Well, he'd be a very lucky dog if he took a shine to ya Dan. "

03-24-2005, 01:41 AM
The familiar male voice, loud and guttural, enforced her dark mood and convinced her she had stayed too long.

03-24-2005, 01:44 AM
"Please don't go."

03-24-2005, 03:23 AM
Her guardian angel hadn't been on strike at all - it had been working overtime.

03-24-2005, 03:30 AM
When the door opened and a tall slender man rose from the vehicle, she knew in an instant who he was.

VA Buckeye
03-25-2005, 07:32 AM
The taste of copper reached her lips before she could say, “General Hughes.”

03-25-2005, 05:09 PM
"The wounds don't match?"

05-17-2006, 08:45 PM
"Ask me any questions before I head out, but after I have my coffee."

(I missed this thread...)

05-17-2006, 09:17 PM
Nice thread, WHH

"He had heard that Grigora had a few friends that had gone sour over the mark, and needed a blood monkey on their tail, now."

05-17-2006, 09:18 PM
The high tide mark leaves a grungy rim of tangled seaweed and branches intertwined above the dry sand in an incongruous shout of natural exuburance-I was here!

05-17-2006, 09:46 PM
“Thank you, dear. Tomorrow. You tell him.”

05-17-2006, 10:03 PM
Now nod your head side to side real slow, eyes closed, there sings that golden trumpet again, feel the glow against your face and breathe deep while the symbols crash, causing the waves that drift you away.

05-17-2006, 10:12 PM
"Dante looked at me with his flat reptilian eyes and said, "It's become rather apparent, Daniel Rogan, that you do not in fact exist."

From "The Ballad of Liza Rogan"

05-17-2006, 10:21 PM
"Haven't you heard of the bog people? The peat preserves!"

From a new short story, Doonagore.

05-17-2006, 10:28 PM
"Of course I did." She smiled. "Hope you took some E at least."

aka eraser
05-17-2006, 10:37 PM
Dad died a couple of years ago and I looked for that picture among the hundreds nestled in boxes and drawers but I couldn’t find it.

05-17-2006, 10:38 PM
It was pretty cool reading this whole thread, even if it's old.

The brackish water moved sluggishly through his gills when he exhaled, coating the inside of his mouth with a thin film of gunk.

05-17-2006, 10:52 PM
"Blood. I can drink blood."

From 'Shiva's Dance'. (first draft of 'book the third' and, sorry, it is Sci-Fi, I'm afraid. . . )

05-17-2006, 11:01 PM
From my WIP, The Life of a Terrorist Assassin:

The last words Ara spoke before she was assonated were, “America will belong to me within five years.”

05-17-2006, 11:02 PM
(I can't. It would mean giving the solution to a puzzle to which I'm going to sell all rights.)

(I know! I'll leave out the numbers.)

The company has ___ division chiefs, ___ managers, and ___ clerks.

James M M Baldwin
05-17-2006, 11:16 PM
The water was crystal clear and the dark surface of the island could be seen beneath its slow moving surface.

05-17-2006, 11:18 PM
"Because the real power of the circus is to carry you away from the ordinary and Cirkestra’s music is guaranteed to do just that."

From a review I wrote of my cousin's latest album. For those looking for a bit of musical novelty, check it out. www.cirkestra.com (gotta plug for the boy. It's not like there are all that many people into circus music).

05-18-2006, 12:08 AM
"If you don't like it, you can come home and pickle in your own B.O. for the rest of your natural, lonely life."

05-18-2006, 12:55 AM
The lake exists exactly the same while those who come here change.

05-18-2006, 01:02 AM
She lives in me, but I don't know her yet.

05-18-2006, 01:21 AM
The street stretched ahead of her until it vanished into a thick palette of steam rising from grates in the pavement.

05-18-2006, 01:57 AM
Her screams echoed through the chamber.

05-18-2006, 02:16 AM
From "The Cerebus Dream":

I decided to give Trixie Banks a call, too.

05-18-2006, 02:25 AM
She didn't flinch.

Ol' Fashioned Girl
05-18-2006, 02:31 AM
While her contemporaries were marrying at fourteen, having babies year after year after year and dying before their time, she was using the nickel-plated six shooter she holds lovingly cradled in her lap.

05-18-2006, 02:36 AM
Ethan punched me lightly in the arm, "Hey Maggie, when did you get out of the joint?"

05-18-2006, 04:26 AM
Freshmen are always prime targets for high school bullies. Their meek countenances seemingly give off the scent of blood, attracting predators from across the campus.

(This is from my second novel, which was started quite a long while back, but has had very little work done to it over the past few months. Yeah, yeah, I know it's two sentences and not one. But I didn't feel the 2nd sentence makes sense without the 1st.)

05-18-2006, 04:50 AM
"There was a good chance it would be her last struggle ever."

05-18-2006, 07:21 AM
"Lo sombrío de la melodía no le quitaba la belleza a la canción; jamás había tocado una pieza tan hermosa y cargada de sentimientos como aquella."


"The melody, although somber, emanated a beautiful essence; I'd never played such a beautiful and sentimental piece as that one."

From my WIP, "A Los Ojos del Amor"

05-18-2006, 07:24 AM
He remained on the stairs for another half a minute or so while he wondered why kids had to make everything so bloody complicated.

05-18-2006, 07:27 AM
“I’m sorry it’s all I could give you.”

from 'The Swan and the Wolf' a short story I've been fighting with since feb.

05-18-2006, 07:28 AM
God bless!

05-18-2006, 05:10 PM
I didn't feel the 2nd sentence makes sense without the 1st.I thought that was the point of the whole thing. ;)

05-18-2006, 05:20 PM
over an Italian sea

three seven
05-18-2006, 06:55 PM
"Stay back!"

05-18-2006, 07:34 PM
"So? Who says that sarcasm can't produce a good idea or two?" she shot right back in that tone of voice that he just couldn't argue with.

05-18-2006, 10:08 PM
Clenched against his chest, the sword grew warm and seemed to alternate between being terribly heavy and not weighted at all.

Saint Fool
05-18-2006, 10:15 PM
"The wolf-dog was waiting for her with Bun-Bun pressed under his paw."

05-18-2006, 10:17 PM
"The wolf-dog was waiting for her with Bun-Bun pressed under his paw."

If it's Bun-Bun from Sluggy Freelance, that wolf-dog won't last very long. :)

05-18-2006, 11:42 PM
"I'd say about eight years."

05-18-2006, 11:47 PM
El vacío las repetiría y haría eco con ellas, dejándolas vagar, patéticas, por la habitación, recordándome que las palabras ya no eran suficientes.

Translates to something like:

The void would repeat them and make echo with them, letting them stray, pathetic, through the room, reminding me that words were no longer enough.

05-21-2006, 09:04 PM
Standing next to Tim Bayard in his living room, admiring the blacklit glow of the white stripes in his handsome golf shirt, never had a man so dearly wished for a time machine and a match.

05-21-2006, 09:38 PM
She hurried out of the cafeteria, ignoring the stares of a couple of her former friends.

(From a YA WIP.)

05-21-2006, 11:57 PM
"And these are...your children."

From "Alien-ation of Affection." Sci-fi story in The Sacred Twilight publication online.

09-27-2006, 09:32 PM
"His heart broke as the young immortal Oliver Crowe vanished from the backseat, and he imagined that his father wept."

**I deleted the second have because i think the sentence is too long, first draft and all. :)

09-27-2006, 09:58 PM
This is a writer's board, not ESPN. How about we discuss apples on the apple board, and oranges on the orange board?

09-27-2006, 09:59 PM
This is a writer's board, not ESPN. How about we discuss apples on the apple board, and oranges on the orange board?

you goofball, from your WIP, not your last post!

09-27-2006, 10:01 PM
She couldn't bring herself to read them in the car, partly because she couldn't stand much more pain and partly because she knew she'd become carsick if she tried.

(from my WIP)

I like the Atlanta Nights 2 idea!

09-27-2006, 10:03 PM
"The occasional cactus stood stoid against the desert canvas."

09-27-2006, 10:04 PM
. The head was tossed to the heavens then the genuflected monarch of Henry’s Hill rolled softly face first, into the sodden steamy king’s ransom.

09-27-2006, 10:13 PM
you goofball, from your WIP, not your last post!

Hey! As a PMP, posts ARE my WIPs!

09-28-2006, 01:46 AM
Environmetal protection officers investigating the scene detected a noticeable smell in the area but assured residents that the problem was more likely caused by sewage than fast food.

09-28-2006, 01:50 AM
Okay, but out of context, this is going to sound kind of weird:

“Fine. Arthur? Just stand over there, Rachel, you take the Ouija board.”

(from Ghost Machine, coming 2007, or '08, or '09. . . )


09-28-2006, 01:56 AM
okay, so it's not actually my WIP, and I sort of wrote it for someone else, but...

The shudder slapped against the house like her last client's hand against her cheek.

09-28-2006, 02:01 AM
"I would go on pretending that there was nothing wrong for as long as I could"

From my WIP, "Exile"

09-28-2006, 05:02 AM
Ooooh, I forgot about this thread...

"After that night a sense of unease crept into his mind. Something had started with that kiss, something frightening that he wouldn't be able to stop when it chose to arrive."

From the WIP I've been adding to like a maniac this week, "The Judas Factor."

09-28-2006, 05:04 AM
"Sus dedos comenzaron a retorcerse, necesitaban un cigarro prendido entre ellos para sentirse tranquilos."


His fingers started to twitch, they needed a lit cigarette between them to feel at ease.

09-28-2006, 09:14 AM
“You are so dumped,” I flatly informed him and walked off to play pool with a bunch of other guys who gave me the attention I hoped they would.

09-28-2006, 10:40 AM
From a vignette I typed this morning:

The mage had saved the kingdom, after all, and showed his prowess....just not in the way he had originally thought he would.

09-28-2006, 11:11 AM
Simon crouched down, and started digging absently with his hands, picking small stones from the dirt. "'Repent therefore of this thy wickedness, and pray God, if perhaps the thought of thine heart be forgiven thee. For I perceive that thou art in the gall of bitterness, and the bond of iniquity.'"

Ignacious cocked his head. "Then answered Simon, and said 'Pray ye to the Lord for me, that non of these things which ye have spoken come upon me.' Acts 8:22-24."

A wistful smile came to Simon. "Then spake Peter, 'Verily I tell ye that unless ye die, the day of the Lord shall not be upon us.'"

"That's not in the Bible," Ignacious said.

"No, and Peter told me that in Greek. I just like how it sounds in old English."

Wendy rose up from Mandini's broken body. "No way."

Simon nodded. He stood back up as well, tossing the largest stone he'd gathered away. "Some scholars believe that my death will signal the beginning of Christ's return."

"The Apocalypse."

Again Simon nodded.

Ignacious placed his hand on Simon's shoulder. "There are other scholars who say you died in holy battle against St. Paul."

"Sid wasn't the first one to die protecting me, Father."

A power began emanating from Simon, subtle at first, like a wave of high pressure bearing down on them all. Soon the very air began distorting around him. He clenched his fists, gritted his jaw, and brought the power back under control.

"Handsome John thinks I have the power I begged Peter for. He thinks I have the power I fought Paul for. He wants that power more than anything else. He was my partner in Samaria, and he lusts for the things he thinks I have."

"Do you?" the kid asked. "Do you have that power?"

Simon smiled at him. His familiar, disarming smile. "Doesn't matter." Another blast of power nearly knocked them all off their feet. "I'm tired of running. Tired of hiding. Tired of holding in the magic.

"Tonight, Handsome John pays. Tonight, Handsome John dies."

09-28-2006, 04:21 PM
He at least had the satisfaction of seeing the destruction of his pouffy mane in the mirror before he was forced to sit through restyling on Monday.

09-28-2006, 04:30 PM
Only William and his dead penis stood between me and the money shots.

Soccer Mom
09-28-2006, 05:34 PM
Wow. Not sure how to follow the last one, but...

He was sure that by tommorrow he would be the fastest boy in the world.

09-28-2006, 05:58 PM
Only William and his dead penis stood between me and the money shots.

See, I don't believe you at all. This does not sound like something out of a real WIP.




09-28-2006, 06:46 PM
No way! Here's the surrounding text:

*snippety snip*

09-28-2006, 07:06 PM
No way! Here's the surrounding text:

Now it was up to me to snag the proof. Only William and his dead penis stood between me and the money shots.
I cleared my throat.
"I supposed you want me to move," he said, clearly miffed.
"I could take the picture right through you if you like." And I could, but the result would be a photo blurred by something that looked like watery custard.
"I slept with your grandmother, you know."
"So did half of Greenleaf," I said, unimpressed. My grandmother hadn't been exactly difficult in her youth. Word was that they used to call her mint julep because she went down easy on a hot summer day.
"She was lousy."
"Maybe you should have bought her dinner first."

Ok, I take it back.

But can I add that you write some weird stuff?

09-28-2006, 07:07 PM
Hmm...no, you can't add that. :D

09-28-2006, 07:09 PM
"Don't worry Jake, I have a friend who has a place out in the country. A place where you and Clare can hide. A place where no can find you. A place where no one will ever find either of you!"

the end

or is it just the beginning

(wip...my first book..."Find Me" you did ask for the last line ya know)

09-28-2006, 09:15 PM
"He sighed and summoned another servant to help him throw the bodies to the baklan trees."

Chorale, in the middle of rewrites.

09-28-2006, 11:16 PM
The reverend Cannon Noble, a great rusty Irish man who had fallen out of his birth place and its’ church and had been forced to immigrate to Canada with three illegitimate children, whose lover Clara Fenigrate had yelled at him that he was a great son of a bvtch, and she would never marry him if he was the last man on earth, who had never stopped yelling and beating him on the back, who should have been forced to leave with him, but was too strong for the people of her village who had ridiculed and ostracized her, that would spit in the face of a hurricane if it dared fling itself at her, that had stood on the end of Pierces’ Wharf as the ship with her children and Cannon Noble sailed off into the Atlantic and had continued to scream at him that he was the biggest son of a bvtch on God’s earth, and that Noble had turned his back on and shielded the ears of there children from, who hadn’t seen her fall off the end of the wharf still screaming as she fell, as she drowned to death, stood at the entrance to his church and greeted everyone of his parishioners individually shaking their hands regardless of age or sex, kissing the babies too small.

09-29-2006, 12:05 AM
“I’ll get our things, Ann. It would not do for the landlady to see you using incredible strength at the tender age of ten.”

Ann groaned, “I am so sick of pretending to be a little girl! I want so bad to stretch my wings! I’ve been cooped up on that ship for what seemed like an eternity.”

He kissed her on the head, “Just a little longer and we’ll hunt. Then you can stretch your wings all you like.”


If my first novel gets published, then this, the sequil, might not be far off.

09-29-2006, 07:49 AM
From my present WIP:

His body, unable to take the strain of the 24-hour day he had worked, slipped into unconsciousness.