Favorite lines from your own writing:

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826 Dimanagul6th Jul 2012 05:59:22 AM from Pittsburgh, PA
Library of useless facts
I like this exchange because previous to this exchange, the party just assumed Tartagin was extremely studious and knowledgeable in obscure information. It also inspires the team Magician to make continuous attempts to stump him.

“You’re from Coulain Zam?” Naida glanced over as her.

“Yes.” She straightened and slipped her arms from Naida and Derrek and took a step away from them.

“I’ve been there a few times, it’s a lovely place,” Tartagin said. “You live in the quarter of coin, correct?”

“Yeah,” Zam said, “The Glemeis manor isn’t the largest house in the Quarter, but it’s nice enough.”

“I don’t recall the building that well. It is painted yellow, with four rows of mettle stone above a brick base. The rest is common granite, with fine carved Maplewood planks.” Tartagin pressed a finger on his chin.

“You don’t remember much? But you remember the details of its materials?” Derrek raised a brow. “Usually the first thing that stands out when I look at a building is its stability. I probably could tell you the materials just from how it stands.”

“Well. I just remember what I see.” Tartagin shrugged. “Maplewood has the most remarkable grain work, very striking.”

Derrek considered the priest’s words. It made sense from a layman’s perspective.

“That’s... pretty detailed,” Hush said, “How’d ya know that stuff Graymer?”

“Oh. I’m going to sc… err… Training to be an Architect,” Derrek said.

“I think you’d love Coulain then. Especially Ms. Glemeis’ neighborhood; it’s a beautiful section of the town, very striking.” Tartagin smiled to himself.

“I don’t even know that much about my own house Tartagin.... that’s a little unsettling,” Zam said.

“Really? It’s the first thing that came to mind when I thought of it.” Tartagin pushed on the center of his glasses.

“Well. In his defense, if you’re fond of a neighborhood there tends to be some consistency among its houses,” Derrek said.

“And... what about my neighbor’s house? The one just down the road past my gardens?” Zam raised a brow.

“A much less striking building if you ask me. Almost entirely made of granite, but the bottom is polished to allow the effect of your house. But it lacks the appeal because of its drab green paint covers the house from top to bottom. It reminds me of ground slightly dead leaves.” Tartagin shrugged casually.

“...and the house past that?” Zam wore a blank expression.

“Similar to that one. But a muddy brick red, lovely woodwork trim makes up for it though,” Tartagin said without pause.

“I ain’t gonna lie, Brogin. That’s creepy as shit,” Hush said with a laugh.

“Is it?” The priest seemed genuinely surprised. “I don’t know how anyone could forget such remarkable buildings.”

Derrek grew quiet; he probably would have remembered the same details. There was the fact that Tartagin didn’t know Zam before they met on the way of the city of water though.

“Tartagin." Shay surprised everyone when she spoke, all eyes went to her. "From the grand library of Geldmoor, down the main road, seven buildings in, on the Son-touched side. What color is the door?”

Tartagin smiled coyly. “Pale blue. It’s a bakery, housing a very talented baker at that.”

All eyes that were fixed on Shay and shifted to Tartagin, then back to the Dendargian woman.

Shay shrugged her shoulders. “That’s correct. His memory is fascinatingly accurate.”

edited 6th Jul '12 6:00:44 AM by Dimanagul

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827 Mort0817th Jul 2012 10:05:10 AM from Oklahoma , Relationship Status: Shipping fictional characters
Pirate AND writer!
I think this exchange is clever:

"They called you a conspiracy theorist. Is that true?"

"That's insulting! I prefer 'investigative historian.' "

edited 17th Jul '12 10:05:33 AM by Mort08

828 Lockedbox18th Jul 2012 06:13:42 AM from Australia , Relationship Status: YOU'RE TEARING ME APART LISA
I find dialogue very difficult to write, so one of my best exchanges would probably be this one, which I thought up on the loo of all places.

“Anything worth doing is hard, Lauchlan. Besides, you are hardly the sort of person who attracts violence.”

“I’m not following you”

“ Look at yourself! You’re over six feet tall, you have a barrel chest, shoulders to match and scars all over your face. The first thing that would go through a muggers brain is “oh dear god, I’d better avoid him if I want to see tomorrow” you’re the last person who would be bashed to death in an alley!”

“Am I really that intimidating?”

“Sure you are, physically. But then you open your mouth and the illusion is ruined.”

Cmdr. of His Supremacy's Armed Forces
Even with her senses back, she realised one thing.

She enjoyed killing. To torture, and burn, and stab and shoot. She would pin a man down and beat him to death one night and kill off his squadmate the next, after hounding him through the day, watching him cry in terror at the quietest twig snap, at the leaves rustling...

At the pilot light of a warm flamethrower.

Normally, I'm terrible at writing stuff like this. I just like this.
830 PsychoFreaX16th Aug 2012 01:18:49 PM from Transcended Humanity
"Sorry, my finger slipped."

"Sorry, my fist slipped!"

edited 17th Aug '12 1:51:34 AM by PsychoFreaX

831 Mort0830th Sep 2012 09:20:02 PM from Oklahoma , Relationship Status: Shipping fictional characters
Pirate AND writer!
"Stay back! I'm a master of ikebana!"
832 NekoLLX30th Sep 2012 09:50:45 PM from Soviet America
Writer: Tokusatsu 5YrWar
Can I do a entire Scene?

As the heroes backed away for a second round a low rumble rose from Raven’s throat, drawing a cold shiver down their spines. “Is that the best a dozen ‘heroes’ can do?” he laughed as the room grew cold and the cribs of the nursery rose in a deafening wail and then were silent. “let me show you what real power is.”

Colonel Meatshield gasped a moment from the wall where he had been set down against, his voice harsh, “You monster.”

“What?” Nala demanded as a chill ran through her, and the other heroes.

Connie, Way, Burn, and Purple seemed to be the most phased by whatever was happening…each one shuddering a moment along with the Colonel. From the two dozen plus cribs an orb of light rose, hovering a moment in the air before moving with the speed of thunder to spread out and strike each hero. One by one the heroes crumpled to the ground, passing into darkness. The energy lifting from Purple to reveal a girl in spandex not unlike Pink and Burn, though the color was obviously different and where as the helmet visor of Burn and Pink was that of night Purples visor was the color of blood.

“You shouldn’t have done that,” Burn coughed, struggling to remain conscious, his hand trembling as it rose.

“Oh?” Raven said mockingly, choking his head to the side to look at Burn Warden, “Why is that?”

“Because the dead do not like it, and the dead demand retribution.”

Raven laughs, unlike before this is a laugh of joy, oblivious to the small furry hands reaching up from the cribs around him. “Oh? And what are they demanding, exactly? What do I have to fear of the dead?”

There was a click and Burn’s helmet snapped open, clattering to the ground unceremoniously, the face revealed was not even old enough to drink, but the eyes, the eyes sent a chill through the core of Zion. “If you stare into the abyss long enough the Abyss learns all your secrets.”

Raven was paralyzed, unable to break contact with those eyes, he did not understand how or why but he was afraid as well, truly afraid. And then he noticed the children, crawling from the cribs to cling to his body like leaches, this bodies cold like ice, hard as steel and their eyes, their eyes were white and pale, the eyes of the dead.

Burn smirked as he slowly flicked his wrist, “See you in Hell…Corpse Explosion.”

And the darkness took him.
7 friends, a robot, and a spirit, will find a way to protect us...if it kills them.
Pronounced YAK-you-luss
[up]Permission to take some critical knives to that one?
What's precedent ever done for us?
834 PsychoFreaX3rd Oct 2012 02:53:35 AM from Transcended Humanity
"Yes we both grew up in a world of pain, fear and hatred. But see, unlike you, I belonged..."
835 NekoLLX3rd Oct 2012 02:19:26 PM from Soviet America
Writer: Tokusatsu 5YrWar
[up][up]Sure go ahead
7 friends, a robot, and a spirit, will find a way to protect us...if it kills them.
Hilarious injoke
When his abilities were first discovered he was barely old enough to walk and yet was somehow able to file his parents’ tax return. By the time he entered school it didn’t take long for the other students to exploit him for academic purposes. This of course didn’t go unnoticed by the teachers, who soon had Mel grading all of the homework he’d done for the other kids. Once the district got wind of this it resulted with the entire school system, both students and teachers, being composed of Melvin Ponerson.
If you find the text above offensive, don't look at it.
837 eternalNoob4th Oct 2012 04:29:40 AM from yer mum , Relationship Status: Longing for my OTP
"The overly complex domino effect we humans affectionately call life"

"Most of the time, however, it was a drive through the cactus patch, on the way across the dangling rope bridge"
If you wanna PM me, send it to my mrsunshinesprinkles account; this one is blorked.
838 Night7th Oct 2012 01:12:14 AM from Jaburo , Relationship Status: Drift compatible
The future of warfare in UC.
"Take care in asking such questions of those who are both intelligent and thorough. They might actually know the answer."

edited 7th Oct '12 1:12:58 AM by Night

Nous restons ici.
839 JHM7th Oct 2012 02:12:55 AM from Neither Here Nor There , Relationship Status: Showing feelings of an almost human nature
Thunder, Perfect Mind
He dreamt of secret wars beneath the earth, waged with spears of green hawthorn; when he awoke, he could remember nothing but the distant sound of running.
840 MrMallard7th Oct 2012 02:31:07 AM from Australia, mate
Eva climbed to the top of her spacecraft, planting her hands on her hips and standing with her legs parted. "I have no time to waste while some fat bastard sits around with a thumb up his ass." She winked and added slyly "I have my own agendas too, you know."

Kiskol looked up at her, dumbfounded. Slowly he spoke...

"...Was it really necessary to climb your ship to make a point?"

"Such a boring kid..." Eva thought to herself as she slid off one of her ship's wings, landing on the ground feetfirst.
And I can't think of one thing in this whole wide blessed world
That's more dangerous and frightening than you when you get bored
841 Noaqiyeum7th Oct 2012 12:58:44 PM from the October Country , Relationship Status: Showing feelings of an almost human nature
The it-thingy
[up][up] Ah...!
Anyone who looks dangerous is dangerous.

Anyone who doesn't look dangerous is dangerous and sneaky.
842 PsychoFreaX11th Oct 2012 05:46:39 PM from Transcended Humanity
"Well if that's how you boast it would be highly embarrassing for you to fall after the first punch."

Not really the line itself that's great. But what it results in.
843 DarkSoldier11th Oct 2012 09:29:54 PM from Delta, BC, Canada , Relationship Status: What is this thing you call love?
(The Alpha Bitch has just threatened to ruin the protagonist's reputation for not fawning over her.)

Protag: "Let me tell you where you're wrong. First, you seem to care that they will listen to what you say about me; second, you think I won't retaliate. It's on you now."

(An explosion has just rocked the school. It's traced to a flashbang grenade booby trap in Alpha Bitch's locker.)

Protag: "Hmm, I forgot that the interior of a locker acts as an echo chamber. Oh well."
844 PsychoFreaX16th Oct 2012 09:55:47 PM from Transcended Humanity
One of my villains henchmen:

"I guess I'll be having some time to kill. Get it? Time to kill?"

So you get it?

edited 16th Oct '12 10:25:36 PM by PsychoFreaX

A first draft, probably needs tweaking, but I'm proud of the general exchange of my sorta-villains Alice, Isaac, and John doing what they do best.

"Listen," John said. "None of us like you... but I'm willing to let you go do your hoodoo somewhere else if you just tell us where they're keeping the Tattooed Man. Now," he motioned towards his companions, "the esteemed Dr. Rose would rather beat you to a pulp with his bare fists..."

"...and feet, knees and elbows," Isaac cut in. "Ain't a proper beating 'til someone gets an elbow to the face. Or a ghetto stomping."

"...yeah," John said, with a look of weary resignation. "And Alice there really just wants to rip out your intestines and strangle you with them."

Alice cleared her throat. "No, no, that's not what I said at all. Intestines make terrible strangling rope. Too thick to really get a grip on, too easily breakable if you pull too hard, and besides, they usually bleed to death before the strangulation kicks in. No. What I want to do is rip out his stomach and douse his face in its digestive acids."

With a wince of disgust and irritation, John looked back towards the mage. "You see my point."

edited 17th Oct '12 5:01:44 AM by KillerClowns

Dapper Gentleman
"Who are you?" she asked.

"Mr. Westgate," said Mr. Westgate.
"And every life is a special story of its own." —The Stargazer, Mass Effect 3
"He couldn’t move, every muscle focused on holding himself still, like the slightest shock would send him tumbling to the ground, fingers and toes and organs falling in all directions."
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848 PsychoFreaX10th Nov 2012 02:37:43 PM from Transcended Humanity
849 Gaon10th Nov 2012 03:40:11 PM from Grim Up North , Relationship Status: Above such petty unnecessities
One of my absolute favorites is Leviathan's Establishing Character Moment in one of the books he acts as Big Bad:

TheAccountant entered in the room, startled, despair running across his body as he worried about warning his master of recent events. There he saw Leviathan, a glass of the finest skotch in the land his hand, gazing at the streets below with eyes of arrogance and greed.

"What are you doing?" Asked The Accountant, recovering his breath.

Leviathan's baritone echoed through the room as he answered without taking his eyes from the streets below "Playing chess."

"I see no chessboard." Commented The Accountant, confused.

Leviathan then turned, a smile of arrogance on the side of his wrinkled face "I do."

That thing could be the page quote for The Chessmaster.
850 cityofmist11th Nov 2012 01:09:08 AM from Meanwhile City
turning and turning
[up]That's an incredibly arrogant thing to say. If this does epitomise the trope The Chessmaster, it's not because it's such a wonderful piece that gets to the heart of that kind of character with precision and style; it's because, lacking more inventive ideas, you've used tropes to do the literary equivalent of putting together flatpack furniture from IKEA.
Scepticism and doubt lead to study and investigation, and investigation is the beginning of wisdom.
- Clarence Darrow

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