Favorite lines from your own writing:

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1001 PsychoFreaX8th Apr 2013 08:25:21 AM from Transcended Humanity
Rina pointed it out excitedly, "Ian! What does the mission paper say about the reward fee?"

"What?.. You mean nine thousand and one?" Ian read out the fee and raised an eyebrow before Rina hit him over the head. "Ow!"

"That's not how it's supposed to go!" Rina yelled at him.

Yeah another shout out :P
1002 ConnorBible9th Apr 2013 09:58:03 AM from Port Royal, SC
Southern Style Scribe
"You're very pale and thin, Eva. Your eyes are quite large. From a distance, you do not even pass as a member of the human species, despite your valiant efforts. I've seen you walking about that zoo of a school you attend, face down to the floor as you tread over the dirt and leftover food that comes with being a caged animal. Nonetheless, your appalling fashion sense, reminiscent of a fifties schoolgirl yet to ripen, indicates that you consider yourself different from your peers, and yet you want to blend in with the filthy crowds; an old and broken vinyl record amongst MP3 players and social media addicts who spends her days mentally masturbating to delusions of a fairy godmother coming into your life and improving it. That fairy godmother, that opportunity, has now come, but with a catch: it is your choice, and still, you are hesitant, reluctant. To be as succinct as possible, you make no conscious attempt to seize something beneficial, and subsequently, you dig deeper into the abyss that you presently occupy. Hedgehog's dilemma: to come out or not to come out. You are a hedgehog if I ever saw one, Eva. What a tragedy."
1003 JHM9th Apr 2013 10:01:09 AM from Neither Here Nor There , Relationship Status: I know
Thunder, Perfect Mind
[up] Aside from the one grammatical error—it should be "coming into her," not "your"—I like this passage a lot, although I think that it would make more sense in context.
1004 RedEyesNegroDragon10th Apr 2013 04:33:40 AM from straight outta Compton
OG
Sam was a very peculiar farmer. His was the only harvest that grew during the fell winters, plagues and wartime. Then again, he didn't harvest crops.

edited 10th Apr '13 4:34:15 AM by RedEyesNegroDragon

1005 Minister10th Apr 2013 05:59:36 AM , Relationship Status: YOU'RE TEARING ME APART LISA
Do Not Go Gentle
Quite a long one, but it's my favourite. Bad language, beware!

“We're not home, brother. Look behind you – we've five warbands of hardened wardogs, men who held the line at Dyrnth, broke the foe at Helgrid, hamstrung King Leofric's horse at -”

“Every fight you mentioned there? We lost, Ragnar. At Dyrnth, we were flanked. At Helgrid, we ran into a trap. At Foeman’s Field, the King cut our father up like a joint of meat while we 'hamstrung his cavalry'. Shut the fuck up about fights we lost. I'm with Beorn.”

edited 10th Apr '13 5:59:43 AM by Minister

It's your God, they're your rules, you go to hell." - Mark Twain
1006 DhanaRagnarok10th Apr 2013 10:35:38 AM from France. COCO-FLIPPIN'-RICO. , Relationship Status: Having tea with Cthulhu
Disturbing-est OTP.
A fire mage's incantation in a story I'm working on:

Fire burns! Inferno roars! Ashes and embers galore! As the world's scorched to its very core, Total destruction from mountain to shore!

edited 10th Apr '13 10:36:29 AM by DhanaRagnarok

Quod ego Solanum Tuberosum sum.
1007 Squeakythemaster17th Apr 2013 01:54:49 PM from Somewhere in the U of K
Where there's will. There's a claim.
“A meeting, with the Ethereal Wives? Is this thing suicidal?” Kont, the vampire lord of Britain, asks in his ironically America accent.

“Yep, pretty much,” Impalar replies, “So you gonna give it to him,”

Kont takes a moment to digest this poor grammar.

“It is not my matter to decide,” Kont mulls the words over, before standing up in his gown, Impalar’s eyes observing every inch of his perfection. Kont is a relatively young vampire, at around 4767 years old. Or 4768, or 65. Age is after all just a number, and when the two thousands starting rolling by, they stop mattering. He is one of the most beautiful in a whole trove of beautiful and elite. He’d be the kind of person who’d have his ethereal pale skin, pure black hair, hard well-toned muscle on posters all over teenage girl’s rooms. He makes underwear models look like awkward, geeky twenty somethings. He lets his paper white skin show in glimpses through his gown, gazing down on his cleric. His rather debauch attitude was off-putting at times, but nobody healed holy water burns quite like good old Impalar, single and available, man, woman, no matter.

“Still, I think this would be a good thing. I did my research,”

“I’m amazed what people can glean from porn these days,” Kont replies, expression completely blank. Impalar continues as if nothing was said.

“Quite respected, known by many of the supernatural (read non-human) higher-ups. Solved a few famous cases, the Lochness Monster, the Back Valley Hauntings among others. Keeps a low profile overall. Name’s Grob,”

Kont lets out a slow sigh.

“Impalar. Every single vampire on the planet knows who solved the Black Valley Haunting; now summon him to me at once,”

The world seems to pause

“Respond in a cockney accent and I will tear your gallbladder out,” “oui mon chef!”

edited 17th Apr '13 1:56:24 PM by Squeakythemaster

"I'll fight you anytime, except on the toilet"
1008 cityofmist18th Apr 2013 09:05:45 AM from Meanwhile City
turning and turning
I find it ironic that you are commenting on your characters' poor grammar. There are far fewer mistakes in that particular bit of dialogue than in the rest of your narration.
Scepticism and doubt lead to study and investigation, and investigation is the beginning of wisdom.
- Clarence Darrow
1009 Squeakythemaster18th Apr 2013 01:49:55 PM from Somewhere in the U of K
Where there's will. There's a claim.
Right, made the corrections I thought should be made Writing this near ten O clock, so I think I've missed some stuff.
“Didn’t catch his name” Impalar says. “He wants a meeting, with the Ethereal Wives? Is this thing suicidal?” Kont, the vampire lord of Britain, asks in his ironically America accent.

He crosses his dangling legs over on his thrown, a classical piece of furniture, vibrant and golden, and a stark contrast to the cold stone around them. Impalar stands in front of him, feet freezing from the stone and the draft billowing from empty windows. He knows that his employer likes the cold, but some actual glass in the windows wouldn't kill him. “Yep, pretty much,” Impalar replies, “So you gonna give it to him or what?” Kont takes a moment to digest this poor grammar, chewing the thought over in his head. He needs as much political influence as possible if his house is to survive the next few centuries. If the two of them are blamed for the poltergeist outbreak then he can swoop in the aftermath and clean up the mess in his favour. The, admittedly weaker, angel taps him on the shoulder to remind him that they are his friends and it is frowned upon to cheat your friends for your own political gain. Strange thought, but considerable. “It is not my matter to decide,” Kont mulls the words over, before standing up in his gown, Impalar’s eyes observing every inch of his perfection. Kont is a relatively young vampire around 4767 years old. Or 4768, or 65. Age is after all just a number, and when the two thousands starting rolling by, they cease to matter. He is one of the most beautiful in a whole trove of the most beautiful and the most elite. He’d be the kind of person who’d have his ethereal pale skin, pure black hair and hard well-toned muscle on posters all over teenage girl’s rooms. He makes underwear models look like awkward, geeky twenty somethings. He lets his paper white skin show in glimpses through his gown, gazing down on his cleric. His rather debauch attitude is off-putting at times, but nobody heals holy water burns quite like good old Impalar, single and available, man, woman, no matter.

“Still, I think this would be a good thing. I did my research,”

“I’m amazed what people can glean from porn these days,” Kont replies, expression completely blank.

Impalar continues as if nothing was said.

“Quite respected, known by many of the supernatural (read non-human) higher-ups. Solved a few famous cases, the Lochness Monster, the Back Valley Hauntings among others. Keeps a low profile overall. Name’s Grob,” Kont lets out a slow sigh.

“Impalar. Every single vampire on the planet knows who solved the Black Valley Haunting; now summon him to me at once. I wish to discuss matters further with him, her,”

“Prefers him,” Kont nods to this.

The world seems to pause.

“Respond in a cockney accent and I will tear your gallbladder out,”

“oui mon chef!” Impalar says, bounding out of the room.

Right, it’s the guillotine for him then.

edited 18th Apr '13 1:51:12 PM by Squeakythemaster

"I'll fight you anytime, except on the toilet"
1010 KyleJacobs23rd Apr 2013 07:32:59 PM from Connecticut/D.C.
Nice Guy
"I passed an old framed picture of three smiling faces and the closed door to my wife’s bedroom on the way out of the house."

1011 Noaqiyeum23rd Apr 2013 08:56:04 PM from across the gulf of space , Relationship Status: Showing feelings of an almost human nature
Otherworldly Rainbows
Ooh, that's elegant.
If you love somebody, set them on fire.
1012 KyleJacobs23rd Apr 2013 09:00:46 PM from Connecticut/D.C.
Nice Guy
Thank you smile It's always nice when you're able to pull out something like the story that was from and convince a professor who hates you that you're more than just a talentless slacker who got lucky.

1013 KillerClowns24th Apr 2013 07:48:46 PM from the Midwest , Relationship Status: Healthy, deeply-felt respect for this here Shotgun
Not as singularly broad-minded as a turnip
@Kyle Jacobs: Yeah, that is a pretty elegant bit of writing.

Anyways, from a personal writing projects to explore my characters philosophies, I have a line that's one of the biggest cases of It Makes Sense in Context I've written.

<First, I shall prove that there is no such thing as death.>

If you must know, the context is that the speaker is a reductive physicalist, and arguing that life and death, from a purely physical standpoint, aren't special or unique, merely a bunch of chemical reactions that happen to inadvertently generate consciousness. Therefore, from the standpoint of particle physics — the ultimate reduction — death is meaningless and does not exist.

edited 24th Apr '13 7:55:14 PM by KillerClowns

1014 Eagal25th Apr 2013 01:50:33 AM from This is a location. , Relationship Status: Waiting for Prince Charming
This is a title.
"Be who you are without shame, Miss Fluttershy. I am a soldier; I was raised to fight and trained to kill. I do not ever want to be different. I will not apologize for that. I can only promise that your death will be as painless as possible."

Part of a piece I'm still working on. If you hadn't guessed, it's an MLP:FiM fanfic. XD

If you're wondering, you needn't worry, she survives with nary a scratch.

edited 25th Apr '13 1:50:57 AM by Eagal

The madness is catching.
1015 JHM25th Apr 2013 02:06:34 AM from Neither Here Nor There , Relationship Status: I know
Thunder, Perfect Mind
A while back, I wrote a rather long narrative poem to serve as the backstory for one important character that never actually appears in the main story—a male-to-female transgender friend of one of the protagonists who ran off with one of their friends' wife. The anecdote ends with this cheery line:

And if they cannot understand,
damn them,
damn you,
and damn me.

edited 25th Apr '13 2:07:22 AM by JHM

1016 Night25th Apr 2013 02:31:33 AM from PSNS Intrepid , Relationship Status: Drift compatible
The future of warfare in UC.
She was remembered. And it pleased her that she was remembered in this way. Praise and respect offered by allies or enemies could be employed as tools of manipulation. The fear of one's enemies was never anything but genuine.

edited 25th Apr '13 5:55:22 PM by Night

The last thing many a boy from Side 3 will ever see; a Federation beam weapon in action.
Pronounced YAK-you-luss
'As a tool', surely?
What's precedent ever done for us?
1018 Noaqiyeum25th Apr 2013 07:10:17 AM from across the gulf of space , Relationship Status: Showing feelings of an almost human nature
Otherworldly Rainbows
'As tools', I think.
If you love somebody, set them on fire.
1019 Night25th Apr 2013 05:54:59 PM from PSNS Intrepid , Relationship Status: Drift compatible
The future of warfare in UC.
This is what I get for posting lines from an unchecked version.

Second is correct.
The last thing many a boy from Side 3 will ever see; a Federation beam weapon in action.
1020 JimmyTMalice26th Apr 2013 12:08:05 PM from Ironforge , Relationship Status: THIS CONCEPT OF 'WUV' CONFUSES AND INFURIATES US!
"In the end, there is no dark lord; no manifestation of evil. There is only human greed and malice."

I haven't actually written the scene for this or worked out any context, but I think this might work pretty well.
"Steel wins battles. Gold wins wars."
1021 NickTheSwing26th Apr 2013 05:29:09 PM from Ya really wanna know? , Relationship Status: Dating Catwoman
Swing, not Slide
I really like this dialogue between Matthew and his rather creepy brother, Luca.

For an instant, all was still. Luca breathed lightly, considering all the ramifications. He spoke carefully, but in the same unshakeable tone as always, "Matthew, I am afraid there is...a lot...I cannot tell you."

The younger brother shook his head, showing a smile, "I understand, Luca. But, you know, we're family. You can always talk to me. Even if its about dad. Even if it'd hurt. Luca, even if you said you're always going to protect me, maybe its time I stepped up to the plate too."

Luca could not even look his little brother in the eye. He just stared at the ground as the rain cascaded down outside the Streika Home. He finally choked slightly, and nodded, "I fear I am possessed of a terrible hunger. A horrid nature. Its alright if you fear me, now. I-I am afraid of myself at times."

Matthew put one hand on Luca's shoulder and brought him into a hug, "Its alright, I'm not scared of you at all. We can work through this. We're brothers, remember?"

edited 26th Apr '13 8:48:32 PM by NickTheSwing

[up] It looks good, but I'd watch for the dramatic ellipses? Those are something you don't want to use too often.
1023 NickTheSwing26th Apr 2013 08:47:16 PM from Ya really wanna know? , Relationship Status: Dating Catwoman
Swing, not Slide
[up] Yeah, I kind of figured that overuse of that would be bad.

I'll definitely try to cut down on it.

The intention was, as one could infer, basically to show the Streika Brothers, despite their difficult lives and huge problems, having a genuinely touching brotherly bonding moment showing mutual support.
1024 Demetrios28th Apr 2013 11:30:23 AM from Northbrook, Illinois
From my third book, The Rise of Atlantis. After Michael shoots the Axe Crazy Blood Knight Angel Killer in the face, he smirks and says "Where's your Dark Emperor now?"
If you shoot for the stars and hit the Moon, do not be ashamed, for you have aspired to greatness. And the Moon had it coming.
Pronounced YAK-you-luss
[up]Not to rain on your parade, but isn't that just your standard corny Bond One-Liner?
What's precedent ever done for us?

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