"Put that away or I'll kill you with it." — A telepath being held at gunpoint.
Project progress: The Adroan (102k words), The Pigeon Witch, (40k). Done but in need of reworking: Yume Hime, (50k)I like that.
RIP Leonard Nimoy 26/03/1931 - 27/02/2015d Roy : Go right ahead, I wouldn't be posting it on the internet if i didn't expect it to get stolen.
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"Now listen up boy-"
"Boy?! I'm twelve years older than you!"
"And you act thirty younger, now shut up.")
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"If I could see you naked, I'd die happy."
"Yeah, but if I saw you naked, I'd die laughing.")
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"See, that's what's meant by dark and handsome. When it's dark, he's handsome.")
edited 27th Dec '14 10:23:50 AM by conflixin
Only one, but things can get...confusing. How many Time Cops does it take to change a light bulb?Thanks!
Is that multiple separate conversations or one uninterrupted one? Because if it's the latter, then it's awfully disjointed. A lot of those lines are pretty good on their own, but they need to be connected together better.
Project progress: The Adroan (102k words), The Pigeon Witch, (40k). Done but in need of reworking: Yume Hime, (50k)They're multiple seperate ones. I'll try to seperate them more.
Only one, but things can get...confusing. How many Time Cops does it take to change a light bulb?After trying various grandiose responses for a Time Abyss asked about how old they are — it having been made clear the general answer is "very" — I settled on a completely different tack. The exact phrasing may need work, but I'm happy with the gist.
edited 27th Dec '14 7:43:06 PM by KillerClowns
OK. They're fine, then. I like the last one, it sounds like something Mae West might have said.
Project progress: The Adroan (102k words), The Pigeon Witch, (40k). Done but in need of reworking: Yume Hime, (50k)From my Big Hero 6 fanfiction, one of my favorite lines so far:
"Go Go grudgingly paid a smug Fred from the jar of pennies she kept for the sole purpose of pissing off people who won bets."
Got a degree in Emotional trauma via fictional characters aka creative writing. hosting S'mores party in Hell for fellow (evil) writersNice.
That sure did flare up my curiosity regarding the speaker. You might want to replace "condemn" with something more physical - something to the tune of "stand against" or "get in the way".
I'm not good at snappy one-liners, so here's a snippet from a scene I'm working on:
She sighed in exasperation. "It's useless. I can still get the outer threads if I'm lucky. Just not root access."
Still rummaging through his pack, Hyeong-dae looked up with a quizzical expression. "Have you tried bruteforcing it?"
Anastasia frowned. "That was about the millionth time I ran the blooming thing, and it-"
He stood up and pulled out a sledgehammer.
"Oh."
So, two of my characters have superpowers thanks to a Powered Armor. The blue guy is speed, the yellow one is power.
D: "Maybe my armor is not complete yet, but I assured you, I will become the fastest thing alive once I finished it!"
G: Well, you're blue, so is a progress.
edited 2nd Jan '15 10:43:32 AM by Tomodachi
To win, you need to adapt, and to adapt, you need to be able to laugh away all the restraints. Everything holding you back."The look on his face was one somewhere between exasperation and anger, barely concealed behind a shroud of boredom."
@eagle - Hey, thanks for the feedback.
(Just a prototype. Haven't started writing yet.)
Zak: "*walks out of room wearing a red & blue jumpsuit* Tight. Hot. Impossible to put on. Now I know how the Oompa-Loompas felt when they first wore that ridiculous jacket... The colors are okay, though."
And...
Selfridge: "No. Do not call me 'selfless'. Call me 'starved for vengeance'."
edited 6th Jan '15 8:01:34 AM by TroPartner
One character talks to another who's known for understanding people through labels. "You really have a problem with labelling people." "I prefer to the term 'Vigilante Taxonomist'."
Award-winning screenwriter. Directed some movies. Trying to earn a Creator page. I do feedback here.Non-sequiter aside: going through this thread to see if I've already posted a line, and goddamn, I'm amazed by two things:
- How terrible some of the ones I posted are in retrospect.
- How much my characters have changed, so that the lines I posted for them would no longer make a lick of sense.
I suppose having a monument to my (or our collective) hubris could serve a certain warped purpose, though. (Plus, there's a small, select few I lost and might end up re-using elsewhere, or for different characters for whom they would fit.)
EDIT: Oh, and I haven't used it! Alice Winters shares her thoughts on a vital matter, as a contrast to her own philosophy:
(And yes, I'll admit I've described myself that way once or twice, though I'm not proud of it.)
edited 13th Jan '15 9:04:44 PM by KillerClowns
Ok, time to toot my own horn. As of yet, this is only in the first draft of the first completed chapter of my Pokémon fanfic, so this will probably be subject to change, but the last line is definitely a keeper in my books, said by a trainer to her starter.
“I’ll help you, of course. And any others that’ll join us along the way. That said, you’ll actually have people to talk to, and not just listen to them talk.” She stopped again to laugh. “And not just looking at their mouths flap on and on.” She flapped.
"I am the table!"To steal from the Unshaved Mouse's Lilo and Stitch review: when you're praying for an angel, make sure you specify New Testament.
As the reporter nattered on the camera showed a black circle of carbonized grass stalks burned into the ground. In it, like a parched silhouette in reverse, were three roughly-equally-spaced triangles of yellowing, dying grass that had been shielded from the direct blast of golden light, radiating out from the middle.
Looking at it one way it certainly resembled the shadow of an angel. But the camera rotated slightly around the burn, and the television screen showed the yellow and black nuclear trefoil burned into the grass by the invisible fire of the gammas and X-rays that had poured through the open gate, backlighting its shielded, angelic passenger as she had fallen through.
edited 24th Jan '15 8:13:45 PM by SabresEdge
Charlie Stross's cheerful, optimistic predictions for 2017, part one of three."Strong as a god, huh. Perfect, I've always wanted to fight a god."
I'm a (socialist) professional writer serializing a WWII alternate history webnovel.As quite a few of you know, the last time I posted here was...disastrous, to say the least. I hope this is an improvement, but you'll be the judge of that.
Essentially, this is a kid who is a strong conservative being sent to a university on the opposite end of the spectrum, then reading a book made by a teacher. ...I find it funny, but any feedback is appreciated.
‘Oh wait,’ he thought, ‘I’m an author in an empty universe! I’m probably a f$%^ing god!’ And it turned out he was. And he called himself ‘Quad’ because it sounded like ‘God’ without using God’s name in vain, which is a commandment in the Catholic bible {1}.
It was at that point he freaked out because, like, he knew about religion and sh*t. But, why would he know about religion if he had just been created?
‘Wait, I’m worried about nothing,’ he decided, ‘I probably just know everything that’s going to happen. …WAIT…blo*d$ h*ck.’
And so the author created unpredictability, because omnipotence is boring. I mean, he knows like everything, but he doesn’t at the same time. He can be surprised by what he knows. Because one of the worst sins you can do is be boring.
Being boring means you are a slob. It means nobody likes you. It m
“Uh, Mr. Patrickson? It kinda tapers off into propaganda near the end.”
edited 25th Jan '15 1:47:03 PM by Dimentiosome
Also HOLY FaCKING SHeT!!!!!!!One in a fanfic I'm writing; "I just hope that the paparazzi wouldn't be much trouble. I was always running into a crowd on my first time to this world." "At least you HAVE a crowd you run into. I need to really develop on my PR skills."
Only because lack of context makes it bizarre:
This is the worst joke I have ever made, only because it's a dick joke and I hate making dick jokes, but I can't stop laughing at my own horrible joke.
This joke is awful and not all that safe for the working individual.
"Well I do slay them," they said in an almost seductive voice, "With my mighty sword," proceeding to put their hands behind their head and make pelvic thrusting movements.
edited 28th Jan '15 6:02:55 AM by DarkbloodCarnagefang
Note to self: Pick less edgy username next time.