Just because he wanted one. Why he'd want a retail store...
edited 20th Dec '15 3:55:04 PM by dvorak
Now everyone pat me on the back and tell me how clever I am!Alex pointed over his shoulder “I was lead FX on this week’s show, and I didn’t get a chance to see the broadcast version.”
“That is a very poor excuse – you have to check your work on public TV. I’m sure if there is a problem you’ll be told. Peter Capaldi being electrocuted or blown up wasn’t a news item, so I’m sure it’s fine."
(I checked - from the date this is happening it is the 'Zygon Inversion', and no you won't find my fictional character in the credits!)
Sorata replied by shrugging her shoulders and blithely answering, "Well, he's just always had one. Its just one of those facts of nature you just don't even question."
"You see, one of the things about this job is that not only can we find out everything we don't already know about you in a few minutes, if not seconds, but mining us for information just doesn't work. Whatever you find out is meaningless. Even if you get hold of the exact time, date, composition and plan of an operation, there is nothing you can do to stop it. That particular moment of dawning comprehension is something I enjoy immensely."
A single tear worked its way down her graceful cheek. The Outsider caught it on a fingertip, examined its clarity, and swallowed it in a completely unnecessary show of superiority. He savored it like it was the finest of wines before gloating "My my my, Your Highness, your tears are delicious."
Far below, a living carpet of white and blue and gold advanced steadily to their doom.
edited 30th Nov '15 2:26:48 PM by TheManFromOutside
Question not my madness, lest ye join me in it."Who is to say that God isn't just the Devil in disguise?"
This line is spoken at a church, while burning a Bible with a candle, for the context.
I'm a (socialist) professional writer serializing a WWII alternate history webnovel.I just noticed the name of this thread is plural, so I'll take advantage of that (and I have some back-and-forth here too... 'cause I saw other people doing it and I'm easily influenced ):
"Why are you guys so pushy?!" Corliss spreads her arms and yells out: "Because we're your friends!"
"I thought I had an extra nuke in my back pocket to throw, but I'm all out! Used the last one at Normandy last week. But don't worry, Miss Paloma- you're safe with me!"
"This is an employee lounge?!?" "Yep! I'm an employee, and I lounge here!"
Free story theory resources: https://joshpowlison.com Some of my stories: https://heybard.comI love the last one
Aaand another one of mine, more recent.
"'Children aren’t exactly known for being resilient to hitting the ground at high speeds.'
Hel couldn't disagree with the logic, but nevertheless, the child was very much there and had very much just fallen from the skies."
edited 2nd Dec '15 8:22:54 AM by Kakai
Rejoice!I think this one turned out pretty good:
"It is ironic, is it not? That for all the wonders I have brought to our species, it is only my greatest failure that I will be remembered for."
-Valerus Nak Cagos, founder of Fleetworks engineering, referring to the event that would become known as the "Great Fleetworks Disaster".
The platypus is my spirit animal.From a character who works in movies to an old friend
So let’s fail the Bechdel test, and talk about boys◊
edited 4th Dec '15 5:46:24 PM by Last_Hussar
"Unlike other schools, whose athletes acted like the stereotypical haughty knight sneering at their lessers, our sport teams are more like conscripts; full of patriotic fervor, plucked from their workplaces (some more literally), and sent to the frontlines in the hopes that the opponent would have less reserves than them and that they could win through sheer attrition."
Seen in the profile picture: the Gundam Flauros Rebake Full City, piloted by McGillis Itsuka, captain of the Turbines"So why exactly are the words 'These people are not from a real convent, they are holding me prisoner. If you do not free me, I will soon be killed' tattooed across your lower back?"
It's sort of an offhand joke, but I had two different responses I could use for that. Either,
"Well, it's a long story, and getting these things removed is expensive."
Or,
"Just in case. You know, better to have it and not need it and all that."
Which sounds funnier?
edited 6th Dec '15 7:54:06 PM by BiggerBen
I vote second.
The second one, IMO.
Now everyone pat me on the back and tell me how clever I am!alright, I was kinda leaning towards the second one as well. Any particular reason?
I agree, the second one is funnier. The first one suggests that it was actually necessary at some point, the other implies that the person who did the tattoo did actually at some point expect that a message telling people that "monks" they're walking with are trying to kill them would be a useful thing to have. It takes a... strange mind to think of something like this.
And the delivery seems more deadpan, which makes it even funnier.
Rejoice!Alright, makes sense.
Justin Henderson; Villain Song; Insane Machine
- I can't run. I'm suffering. I say my last words.
- I wake, I see the world wither, I want to see them perish.
- Its time to ruin the world of the proud and the great
- my time is a time of hate
- I must die but it must be atop a mountain of corpses
- ruin you burn your lands crush your hopes
- I am an insane machine powered by hate.
- I am a machine without a single thread of mercy
- Here's my story - the world I will break
- You deserve this, a symphony of agony
- Born above the others, you stride like gods
- But I was born to make you just more bodies
- I wake, I see the world wither, they must all perish
- broaden lens, focus eye, make a permanent blemish
- The missiles I rain will martyr them all
- Let the mushroom clouds sing my call
- I am an insane machine powered by hate
- I am a machine without a thread of love or mercy
- Here's my story - the world in flames, ravaged - my hate expressed.
- I will keep going until I am buried
- Strike me down with your greatest hate filled blade
- Nobody's getting out of the mess I've made
- Cruelty exacted on the elite, achievement punished by death
- Let me make you a world where you cannot catch a breath
- The mushroom clouds sing my praises
- I will make a nation of graves
- I am an insane machine powered by hate
- I am a machine without a thread of regret, love or mercy
- Too far gone, let them come and kill me
- I welcome the sweet smell of nonexistence.
- At long last, let there be justice.
edited 13th Dec '15 12:25:54 AM by NickTheSwing
"Richard was hosting the table." (at a reunion dinner, with tables of 8)
A nothing line on the surface, but I realised some time later it tells you everything about Richard. After the characters were settled in the writing process I found they matched 5 Man Band perfectly, except the lead character is the Smart Guy. The lancer is Richards wife, he is laid back and reliable, she is sparky and loud. I've always thought of him as the centre of the group, the rock that the others can anchor to, even if he isn't the driver of the actions.
And then I looked at that line and thought "Yes." He is making sure every one is engaged, but he isn't monopolising, making sure the quiet ones get involved, ensuring that things run smoothly. He won't be the one getting the waitress to bring another bottle, (his mate is REALLY good at that) but he will be suggesting that she gets called over.
I know the reader won't get that from the line, and that's the funny thing: I've written tear-jerking lines, laugh out loud lines, I am assured I have tugged emotions. Yet for me, that is the perfect line. The whole character encapsulated in 5 words.
edited 13th Dec '15 3:21:26 PM by Last_Hussar
"Its not the dark you have to be afraid of, its what lives in the dark..."
The platypus is my spirit animal.An Argonian Dragonborn from a Skyrim fanfic. Not a particular fan of Nords.
Note to self: Pick less edgy username next time.I wrote the first half of my Dragon Rider novel for Nanowrimo a few years back, and since I'm dead regarding schoolwork right now, I'm skimming the story and doing light editing.
Before the Kinsmen start the fire, they all say: As we are born from the air, so the souls of our dead will return.
The fire they breathe then is such a deep blue that it hurts, and within moments the deceased dragons are all an impossibly small pile of golden-yellow ash—not even bones or scales. The Kinsmen hum a mournful tune for a moment, circling the pile three times, before they sweep the ash into the air with long and careful wing-strokes.
What a strange but beautiful thing, this cloud swirling above dragons’ heads. It mushrooms up with the Kinsmen’s last collected wingbeat before they stop as one—and then the gold filters out against the dawn.
Why do dragons call themselves air? Why not fire? Is it why humans call ourselves dirt or clay? We’re seventy-percent water, but somehow the other thirty percent of random elements turns us into earth when we die. What are the elements that turn fire into a dragon?
I shade my eyes when the ash starts to drift towards us, but Bran shakes his head and pulls my hand down. "It doesn't hurt," he whispers gently.
But water’s trickling down his face before the cloud of ash reaches us, and his hair floats golden in the breeze.
I wonder how many people he knew in the funeral, how many dragons, and I realize that he hasn’t talked about himself too much—not considering how many months I’ve been training with him.
I know he hasn't talked to his parents for three years because they sent him to straight camp, even if it was a harmless “pray the gay away” one. I know his dragonrider cousin busted him out and took him into his formerly-secret society instead of sending him back. I know he sleeps around enough for said cousin to bet on him if he’s alone with someone of either gender for more than ten minutes.
And I really want to find out more about Bran, but part of me wouldn’t mind if I don’t.
edited 16th Dec '15 1:40:29 AM by Sharysa
edited 20th Dec '15 3:56:03 PM by dvorak
Now everyone pat me on the back and tell me how clever I am!"Oh my gosh! He's turned into blueberry jam! (lick) He...he tastes delicious!"
Said by Mew upon discovering that Dialga has been turned into a pile of blueberry jam...stop looking at me like that!
I consider this one of my favorite lines from my fanfics since I usually don't do Black Comedy very well, but I feel like it worked there.
"Lucian, don’t be afraid, we’ll make it through this."
...why does the giant overlord dragon own a retail shop?
Seen in the profile picture: the Gundam Flauros Rebake Full City, piloted by McGillis Itsuka, captain of the Turbines