Favorite lines from your own writing

When online gaming trumps your father's Life Event.

“Hi guys – back. Nah, just my Dad. Wanted to tell me he’s got out the friendzone and hooked up with his MILF mate. You ready guys?”

One from my list of "Things You Shouldn´t Do" : "The Mind´s Eye does not need to upgrade to Windows 10".

Blake was sitting on a chair that was close to his sister's bed as she shifted on it. He placed his hand on her forehead and looked at her calm and soft face while she laid her head on the puffy pillow. Then she opened her mouth.

"Where's Mr. Doctor" she asked him. her head and body rolled on the bed to face him.

"He'll be coming soon. He's just checking on the reports." He replied while he caressed her bald head.

"Is he going find out a way to fix me?" She asked him again as her eyes widen up a bit. Blake became silent for a bit. he looked down on his hands then looked back at her. her eyes were looked deary and tried. he wanted to say something but he didn't want to lift her spirits down. he knew what the doctor would say about her. he'll say the usual bad news: she'll never get better and who could blame him. he turned his head and stared at the door from across the room. the door swung open and a man in lab coat walked, occupied by his mother.

edited 14th Sep '16 5:32:59 AM by ewolf2015

"'Wrong?' Wrong to demand your just due? To demand to be treated like a godsdamn person for once in your life? Don't lie to me, girl. I can see it in your eyes. You want to hurt them. To make them suffer for every injustice and depravity done to you. What if I told you there was... a friend you could ask for help? Who saw every tear that fell, even when you were too afraid of master to shed them. Who heard every cry, and and every furious beat of your heart?"

"Wh-who is he?"

"His name is Khorne. And his help is but a battle-cry away..."

dr.xxx "your arousal levels serve as a catalyst which therefore causes a shift in your molecular bone and muscle structures"

bill " in other words?"

dr.xxx " you turn into a hunky beefcake when you're horny."

bill " well great. now i gotta buy some spare clothes before that happens"

edited 18th Sep '16 11:36:43 AM by ewolf2015

"He didn’t know anything about it, but he was pretty sure Inside Out wasn't about a volcano's singing career." Nico is watching it in a cinema. The short for the film is "Lava", about a singing volcano and the Power of Love.

"It's now or never. Joy thought. If I want to carry out my not-so-Evil-Plan, this memory... she picked it up, gazing at the Core Memory holder, a brave expression in her face. Needs to be Core."

(Help with italics pleeeease)

"-It's just that...I don’t know what will happen, guys. With all this Reset business, it might go all wrong, and...I just don't want to die!- The nerve retorted."

DISGUST: -That beacon of light almost blinded me; I wouldn't want to use glasses for the rest of my life! SADNESS: *Glares at Disgust*

"-You never push random buttons on a spaceship!!"-Fear.

"-Not going down without a fight.- I told Nico, who only grinned and said “Me neither”. Together, we charged."

Daeth the God of Fate on humans.

I wanted to write a little speech on why my main character doesn't believe in relying on luck and was kinda proud of this.

"What does a gambler do to cheat? He hides an ace in his sleeve. That will do for a lot of simpletons, but even when cheating you aren't guaranteed to win. An ace won't make a lot of garbage hands playable, and even if you get a winning hand off of that ace. what if the guy across from you calls you out because you have a copy of a card he has in his hand? It's because of things like that that I don't believe in luck. The only way to guarantee a victory, is to stack the whole deck."

This is my very disturbing quote by Warren Hiedler, the Bald Eagle Theriomorph,

• "My followers, as you see, my philosophy of the Blood Order is far older than you believe. The Truths and Ideals of this Philosophy are ancient, holy, supreme, mighty and godly. Abraham. Plato. Thucydides. Sun Tzu. Alexander the Great. Julius Caesar. Niccolo Machiavelli. Thomas Hobbes. Charles Darwin. Herbert Spencer. Francis Galton. George Washington. Filippo Tommaso Marinetti. Adolf Hitler. Benito Mussolini. Ayn Rand. And me, The Blood Emperor, Warren Hiedler!"

"I first sensed something was wrong when my nude body was discovered floating in the Potomac."

I am most intrigued.

"If you haven’t figured it out yet, I am the Narrator. It is my job to tell stories. Most people say that this is untrue, and that all I do is narrate whatever I am told to, that I am unimportant to a story, just a side show. Well, a pox on them all. The narrator does not tell stories because he is told to. He tells stories because he wants to. And this story will be one that you will very much enjoy, I hope. I should start by telling you about our setting, the Lodger’s Inn. " - A Most Unusual Holiday (WIP)

Nice hook.

For my atempt at a hook for my story:

• On the putrescent shores of the Dead River, an uneven pile of muddy sticks was a raft and the demon that guarded it was a little child.

That's just part of the opening for my story. I have been working on it for ages now. I could link you a copy of the opening if you want.

Unfortunately, I must refuse as I have more than enough distractions from my writing already. If I wasn't part of the Character Development Thread and had to come and check updates, I would probably leave the site until I finally achieved a stable writing habit.

edited 27th Sep '16 1:05:33 PM by EternaMemoria

I wrote something small involving trousers pretty much only so I could do this line:

"Subsequently, many scientists found themselves in the pocket of Big Trouser."

Was it worth it? I think so.

"You don't understand! I'm a GODDESS! I can't drink! I have to keep up appearances!"

"... For who?"

"..."

"..."

"Screw it, pass me whatever is in that green bottle."

"Not him. Put him with the surrenders."

"'Surrender'? He glassed you with a jar of tongue depressors and beat you with a chair."

"Yes, but he was protecting his patients."

"Why did you attack the infirmary anyways?"

"It's not my fault all the signs are all in chicken-scratch..."

Matthew has to explain to someone where a pair of Corrupt Corporate Executives went.

edited 23rd Oct '16 1:22:27 PM by NickTheSwing

"Who brings a taco truck to a war zone?"

"I told you to get to know her, maybe kiss her, not check her oil."

-"How do you transport a war criminal?"

-"I'm sure there's some kind of manual, international convention, or something?"

-"...so trunk?"

-"That or strapped to the roof, lady's choice."

-"Right here?"

-"No, stand back."

-"Here?"

-"Sure, if you want his brains all over you."

-"Good point, I still have chunks of the last guy on my shirt."

edited 23rd Oct '16 8:28:56 AM by LandCruiserman

Forget everything think you know about stormtroopers.

All of it.

There is a damned good reason that they're the symbol of Imperial dominance on the ground. For every crew sitting pretty in a cantina, flush with credits, drinks in hand and laughing at the 'Bucketheads', there are five more dead on the floor and another two floating through space as corpsicles.

You wanna know why?

Well then, lets go through it shall we?

Everyone with half a brain knows that stormtrooper armor is useless, right? Wrong. The armor plate does exactly what it's supposed to: stop solid projectiles and shrapnel. Stormtroopers are practically invulnerable in that regard, whereas one o' old clones, well, you can be slug-proof or blaster-proof. Never both, you'd barely be able to move.

That's where the undersuit comes in. They realised that being blast and slug-proof was impractical, so they made them slug-proof but blaster-resistant. The undersuit the stormtroopers wear diffuses the energy across the entire body, give or take a few surge capacitors, until it is no more powerful than a stun shot.

Of course, the suit can't tell the difference between a flesh wound and a bolt with the owners' number on it. And that's why you get assholes going on and on about how stormtroopers die the moment you tap them. 'Course, were they mad enough to stick around after a fight and smart enough to not get caught in the sweep they'd see about 50% of those 'dead' 'troopers get right on back up. Of the other half, two thirds are just wounded to varying degrees and the remainder are truly dead.

But here's the thing: the suits work on anything short of a turbolaser or disruptor. With the exact same casualty fractions.

Only way to be sure a 'troopers dead? Put a hole in him, or hit him with something that'll pulp him inside his armor. Dismemberment, environmental hazards and thermal detonators are a good shout too.

A rough draft that may need refinement, but I stand by the general spirit. (EDIT: Added context.)

edited 25th Oct '16 4:42:11 PM by KillerClowns

"This library is for men and women of quality and literacy. Not woodlander rogues such as yourself."

"I know how to read, you powdered fop!"

Supporting character: "You seem to be doing good, all things considered." Protagonist: "Well, there's not much therapy can do to almost being married off to an obsessed fish man, so I'm kinda winging it."

Antagonist: "Why did you jump in front of him?" Protagonist: "You were gonna shoot him-" Antagonist: "I DID SHOOT HIM YOU IDIOT!"

Protagonist: "I treat people with basic human decency, how is that flirting?!"

Protagonist: "he threatened to eat me." Protag's Boss: "He's just a little hangry, you'll be fine if you don't provoke him. Plus? Ghoul. Eating people, that's kind of what they do."

May I inquire as to what your story is about? Those snippets sound mighty interesting.