Wrote this in my story "The Pirate Clerk", and for some reason it stuck with me.
“Why not? It is not like I am doing much around here.” Salim waved his hand around. “Look around you, Bryant, at these men we have surrounded ourselves with. Boring heathens, the lot of these- they schism over prophets and eat strange foods, and not a single one of them appreciates the drink that I do. Do you know how much coffee I have drank since I have arrived this far north? Too little, my friend, too little! I have been called a madman, a heretic, a wastrel, all things unbecoming a man of my station let me tell you.” Salim drank and leaned over. “But then there’s you. You are a quiet man-”
“I’ve been told I talk too much.” Joseph started, but Salim ignored him.
“And you do not carry yourself as a sailor. You say you are a scholar, not a seaman, so by all accounts you are doomed to die when you sail into real danger. I enjoy my life and would not enjoy dying, let me tell you,” Salim smiled. “But you have something these other fools do not, something I haven’t seen since my brother: you have vision, drive. A lesser man would have given up when vexed by women. A lesser man would have set a smaller goal, like making a bunch of money or killing a certain man, not pursuing a treasure that could make one richer than all but God Himself, a treasure he does not know is real but has faith that it is there. And yet here you are, telling me that you intend to find this treasure in the same breath that I would order a cup of coffee. What kind of man does that?”
“I…”
“Either a madman or a true man, the man whom gets songs written about him.”
The World's Least Powerful Man
"Get a life!"
"I *have* a life; It sucks! That's why I play video games."
"Got me there...!"
Now everyone pat me on the back and tell me how clever I am!
Submarine Chomper
"Hey..."
"What?"
"Have you ever realized how hard it actually is to have a conversation? Getting your point across?"
"Huh...?"
"Exactly." (sigh) "Do you know why it is so hard?"
(She shakes her head)
(He faintly smiles) "Because we all know that the moment we open our mouths and speak our minds... We're about to be destroyed."
Edited by Trainbarrel on Apr 14th 2024 at 4:51:22 PM
"If there's problems, there's simple solutions."
Hero of the Winds
Jason: Damn soldier. Your glory is never satisfied is it?
Lucas: Well you see, you keep on living and surviving when you shouldn’t. And I’m aiming to be the best this world can offer. So you surviving, now that just won’t do.
Jason: So you’re saying that every time I beat you, I’m reminding you how much you’re a failure.
Lucas: *roars in rage* I’ll show you who’s a failure!
I discover my own destiny as I command the winds of life!
This is a title.
"There was a reason we called him Wahnsin the Mad and not Wahnsin the Really Fun Guy That Everybody Liked To Spend Time With."
You fell victim to one of the classic blunders!
Hero of the Winds
"Flying a plane is one thing. What we're doing is crashing a plane and hoping we don't join it at the bottom of the ocean."
"You can do it though, right?"
"I can try to do it you mean. Whether I'll do it is its own question, which I aim to answer by either succeeding or crashing and burning. In any case, we're going down."
I discover my own destiny as I command the winds of life!
The Timebreaker Demons are not literal demons. That's a name given to them due to their behavior. This loud faith advisor discovers that.
At the first contact with his armor and oily black metallic wings, the doors simply slid apart into component molecules, a decay so quick and ashen that those huddled in the room could barely react. Behind him, the sun rested perpetually in the sky as it always did at noon - a blazing, dark circled orb in the sky. Bleeding a black mist on to the world.
The leader of the Timebreakers spared no time to gloat or announce his intentions. He simply walked down the path - the floor and carpet peeling and disintegrating under him. Where Yctrax walked, only dirt and ash remained, peeling thin clouds of matter following in his wake.
One of those huddled, the faith advisor staggered to her feet. She looked at all that she saw, considered all she'd heard of this creature...and promptly grabbed her crucifix and began shouting. "...begone, begone in Jesus name, foul thing! Those children never had the courage, the power, the mental will to cast you out—-"
She continued her invocation. And Yctrax walked, quiet and completely lacking reaction.
"Cast you out! Cast you out in Jesus name!! Angels com—-" And then Yctrax stood in front of her - and lightly brushed her face with one plate armored claw. On contact, her voice ceased. The faith advisor's prayer halted. Her skin, tissue, underlying muscle and tendons, her blood - all of it in quick succession flaked and dissolved into ash and dust.
One moment, she was woman. The next, she was upon the wind.
It happened so quickly that Yctrax simply walked through the mound of ash and dust that had once been a woman. A simple, grim satisfaction in his manner. Another successful Destruction, achieved.
Hero of the Winds
Selvar: Amazing. It’s the end of the world. I saw your future. Humanity was destroyed, your race extinct. And yet you choose to fight? It’s beautiful. Don’t you realize, you’re doomed?
Monk: Maybe I am. But in the words of my best friend, “We all have to die someday.”
‘Monk power up and readies an attack.’
Monk: So let me go down with style.
‘Cue the final battle’
I discover my own destiny as I command the winds of life!
Bonnie's Artistic Cousin
"It's departing soon," he said, picking up the bags that were sitting beside them. "We have ten hours ahead of us, so let's prepare as much as we can."
"I could go for a snack myself," Danielle said. "I couldn't take another breakfast at that hotel." She rolled her eyes and picked up her suitcase. "One can only take so much microwaved bacon and Froot Loops."
Edited by WarJay77 on Apr 23rd 2024 at 1:22:52 PM
Current Project: Incorruptible Pure Pureness
Xanthe Kirkland flicked through the holographic catalogue. New In. Silver dress. New In. Gold dress. New In. Pink Metallic dress. Seriously, it's been five minutes since this business dropped the last batch of new products, she thought to herself. Since her dad was a child, the fashion industry had been churning out new products at an ever increasing rate. Twenty years ago, the rate of new items was once every fortnight, now the new fashion items seem to drop every five minutes. By the time I'm fifty, fashion chains will drop new stock once every five seconds, Xanthe shuddered at the thought.
"This year's Awards Ceremony seems to be 18th-19th Century style. Mind you, last year's Awards Ceremony was more of a fancy dress party" Leah whispered, as Xanthe remembered last year's Awards Ceremony. The fact the Headteacher failed to put the words "Formal Only" resulted in the students coming in all sorts of fancy dress. That or the original letter was swapped out for a party invitation. From the story "Hyperfast Fashion" https://www.fictionpress.com/s/3353860/1/Hyperfast-Fashion