From a work in progress
Carl gazed transfixed at the ridge curious to know all about the girl who had fire and lightening in her hair.
Carl gazed transfixed at the ridge curious to know all about the girl who had fire and lightening in her hair.
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Noah and Andrea were having a discussion. Noah said something he might not should have said.
"The storm clouds rolled over her face. This had happened a few times before, back when they'd first met. Her dark eyes would flash and her face would take a set like a tall ship heading into the wind. Best to give her plenty of room when that happened. He had learned that the hard way."
"The storm clouds rolled over her face. This had happened a few times before, back when they'd first met. Her dark eyes would flash and her face would take a set like a tall ship heading into the wind. Best to give her plenty of room when that happened. He had learned that the hard way."
Fear of the inevitable had my mind spinning all night. My eyes felt like festering wounds aching in pain- only to be soothed if I close them.
Mike Martian had been shot in the freaking head and I knew enough about why to be next but not enough to protect myself and my kids.
I rubbed my hands across my face, “what the hell am I going to do?”
Mike Martian had been shot in the freaking head and I knew enough about why to be next but not enough to protect myself and my kids.
I rubbed my hands across my face, “what the hell am I going to do?”
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This is from Shattered Guardian, a novel I'm putting on the back burner for now:
He ignores me for months, but now it’s ‘my dear’? Not likely. A glance at the screen showed Magnin in his usual double-breasted white suit, wearing a pair of sapphire cufflinks Christabel had given him as a Winter Solstice gift. “You didn’t wake me, but I’m not in the mood for diamonds and rust right now.”
He ignores me for months, but now it’s ‘my dear’? Not likely. A glance at the screen showed Magnin in his usual double-breasted white suit, wearing a pair of sapphire cufflinks Christabel had given him as a Winter Solstice gift. “You didn’t wake me, but I’m not in the mood for diamonds and rust right now.”
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WIP - I amused myself with this one. Maybe just a grin for the thought of an ex flying from earth 
I took in a long breath then faced him solemnly, “I wouldn’t say that I hated Mike however if for some reason he lost gravitational pull and flew into space slowly suffocating due to lack of oxygen- I may not cry. I didn’t kill Mike and you’re wasting your time here. “
I took in a long breath then faced him solemnly, “I wouldn’t say that I hated Mike however if for some reason he lost gravitational pull and flew into space slowly suffocating due to lack of oxygen- I may not cry. I didn’t kill Mike and you’re wasting your time here. “
Usually I lurk. Today, I shall post. My MC has just been told by her longtime friend, and potential husband that he is off to be a warrior at the high king's request. BTW, she has lived another life in the 20th century. In this life, she is now about 16 years old (going on 75) ---
It felt as if a giant hand was crushing her chest. An undeclared war had scraped through her former life like a tractor, plowing up her future and leaving it barren. In the last days before her husband had donned his uniform and gone off to fight, she’d said all the wrong things to him. She hadn’t understood that until it was too late, too late to apologize, too late to encourage and support instead of rant against the evils of war and berate him for not refusing to go. He hadn’t come back, not in a coffin, not in a bag. Not at all. By the time Uncle Sam took her brother, she knew better. He and the boys he’d trained with had traipsed in and out of her small apartment and her small life. She’d fed them, encouraged them, told them how big, and strong, and brave they were. She’d laughed and joked with them and then gone alone to her room and prayed for them and cried. Her brother had returned sound of body, but in his eyes she saw the ghosts circling, unable to free themselves or him from the everlasting nightmare.
She smiled for Stevan, and she strung stupid sentences together. “How proud you must be. How proud your father must be. All the province will be toasting and boasting when they learn of it. I’m so happy for you.”
He laughed. “You are not! Come now, what is wrong?”
She laughed back, the tears that clogged her throat choking a little.She looked at the western skies. “I shall miss you, Stevan.” Yes, so much.
It felt as if a giant hand was crushing her chest. An undeclared war had scraped through her former life like a tractor, plowing up her future and leaving it barren. In the last days before her husband had donned his uniform and gone off to fight, she’d said all the wrong things to him. She hadn’t understood that until it was too late, too late to apologize, too late to encourage and support instead of rant against the evils of war and berate him for not refusing to go. He hadn’t come back, not in a coffin, not in a bag. Not at all. By the time Uncle Sam took her brother, she knew better. He and the boys he’d trained with had traipsed in and out of her small apartment and her small life. She’d fed them, encouraged them, told them how big, and strong, and brave they were. She’d laughed and joked with them and then gone alone to her room and prayed for them and cried. Her brother had returned sound of body, but in his eyes she saw the ghosts circling, unable to free themselves or him from the everlasting nightmare.
She smiled for Stevan, and she strung stupid sentences together. “How proud you must be. How proud your father must be. All the province will be toasting and boasting when they learn of it. I’m so happy for you.”
He laughed. “You are not! Come now, what is wrong?”
She laughed back, the tears that clogged her throat choking a little.She looked at the western skies. “I shall miss you, Stevan.” Yes, so much.
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So good. I LOVE the feels.
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Wrote this just now. Hopefully, someone likes it:
"It was at that moment that her insight kicked in and she realized that there are some things that you can only guess with your eyes, but know with your heart."
Also, just after, a man is talking about losing his leg through war:
“War is hell,” Calvin said, keeping his eyes focused on his leg. “It takes something away from everyone and sometimes it takes the best things that you have. Don’t ever go to war, Ava, not even as a nurse, civilian or observer. You will see things that will rot all the wondrous secrets of your soul from the inside out."
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Picking out my favorite bits. So many shinies on this thread!
The ship imagery is great; gets the mood across exactly.
Diamonds and rust, very evocative of a particular kind of contrast.
Nice work with parallelism here (and there's a rhetorical term I'm not coming up with right now ("her small apartment and her small life"), but I like it anyway). And powerful emotional dynamics.
Just nice phrasing and great contrast (rot/wondrous).
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"I'd like that also Ben. It's nice feeling closer to you. I see us together through your eyes.” AI character talking to her partner
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Mazarine is challenging the views of a Southern slave-holder. She's pretty adamant about it, and Mazarine gives his own explanation for why:
“Because that’s what you were taught,” Mazarine said, his words low and raspy. “And you chose to believe it.”
We all are shaped by what we're taught, but we can reject it if we choose. That requires a level of self-awareness and courage that not everyone possesses, though.
“Because that’s what you were taught,” Mazarine said, his words low and raspy. “And you chose to believe it.”
We all are shaped by what we're taught, but we can reject it if we choose. That requires a level of self-awareness and courage that not everyone possesses, though.
"Did you know 'mother-in-law' is an anagram of 'Woman Hitler'?"
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"Yes. And it's true. My mother-in-law even had a little moustache."
"Is it?" Steele asked.
"Yes. And it's true. My mother-in-law even had a little moustache."
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Character (who was stripped of German citizenship in the 1930s) explains to another why she was not driven mad by discovering preternatural creatures and activities.
“But you know,” Anna said, “after the Germans and what had happened to me, it became clear to me that the world we think we live in, the world we expect, is not what we think it is and it can change quite suddenly. When that happens we can crumble and decide nothing is real, or we can throw ourselves to chaos and say anything can be real. Or we can try to determine what actually is real and true and deal with it with our eyes open.”
“But you know,” Anna said, “after the Germans and what had happened to me, it became clear to me that the world we think we live in, the world we expect, is not what we think it is and it can change quite suddenly. When that happens we can crumble and decide nothing is real, or we can throw ourselves to chaos and say anything can be real. Or we can try to determine what actually is real and true and deal with it with our eyes open.”
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Sonia an old immortal to VaLee a young immortal
"What if the flesh is a prison holding spirits to this world.Death being the only freedom then is immorality not the curse of a life sentence to hell."
"What if the flesh is a prison holding spirits to this world.Death being the only freedom then is immorality not the curse of a life sentence to hell."
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From the work I am editing:
“We must tread carefully,” the captain said. “Night is our mistress, but she can still mean our doom.”
“We must tread carefully,” the captain said. “Night is our mistress, but she can still mean our doom.”
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[context: main character is attacked by a creature known for its leaping ability]
It struck, meteoric. The greenhouse shook; the world’s weight tilted. Alena fought to curl, to kick. That idiot grin bobbed gaping close. Blunt claws scrabbled at her face, her filters, all in a wash of ferment and rot.
It struck, meteoric. The greenhouse shook; the world’s weight tilted. Alena fought to curl, to kick. That idiot grin bobbed gaping close. Blunt claws scrabbled at her face, her filters, all in a wash of ferment and rot.
Outside, giant solitary drops dive-bombed from the sky and stained the pavement with dark-gray splotches, scenting the air with wet cement.
Today my favourite line written is "I haven’t met her, but an old friend of mine once did. My friend didn’t have a great view of her. I think her exact words were ‘if that prophetic bitch ever comes near me again I will rip her eyes out and feed them to her’, but she did agree that Nami’s prophecies always come true."
He hustles Andie now, paper-legged, off the ride and straight onto the next one, hustles her past the attendant as he’s crouched over his shoelace because she’s tall for her age but not tall enough for the rollercoaster, and he knows. He knows what he’s doing, just like he knew when he pushed her into the pool last weekend (Beth hauled her out, half-drowned, while he laughed so violently he tipped over onto the grass), and a few nights ago when he wouldn’t excuse her from the table till she’d cleared her dessert plate. Allergies were ‘bullshit’, he said, as if he’d never witnessed her face blow up like a ball, her tongue thicken into her airway. We’re all his punching bags, but Andie’s got the most stuffing coming out.