forum Share the most recent line in your story

Started March 31, 2019 by @Starfast group

tune

"What's wrong?"

Carrie was fire, constantly burning through everything around her, but Ayla was calmer, the spirit of temperance, relaxed and calm until she needed to toss that temperance aside for the queen.

Let's battle to the death!

Did you just…
Agree with your plan? Yes I did. Don't count on it happening a lot.
…Okay, but you didn't actually let me finish my plan.
You mean there's more?
Yes.
I take it back then, this is a horrible plan.
You didn't even let me tell you what the rest of the plan was!

"I missed you so much!" I cried.
"Since when do you miss me? Are you feeling alright? Do I need to call a doctor?" Jongin proceeded to feel my forehead for a fever.

He sounded so sure of that. So why couldn’t Cisco say the same? Even as Jo’s hand found Catori’s shoulder…why couldn’t he confidently assure her that he believed the same, that Catori was still the same person he’d fallen in love with?

"My mother gave it to me many years ago…" Tenzo paused, continuing to turn the little wooden solider over and over in his hands. His gaze was still locked on something in the far off distance, jaw working as thoughts fought to break free from his lips.
"Tenzo…" His name barely a whisper on my lips. I couldn't breathe, my heart thundering in my chest like a war drum. I couldn't do this. I couldn't let him go–
"I want you to take it with you." He said, those deep green eyes finally meeting my own. The small toy was warm as he pressed it into the palm of my hand. "So you won't forget–you won't forget me."

"I'm not taking your advice, you dyed your hair blue in college."
"It was an act of rebellion against Mom!"
"You dyed it bright blue."
"That's not even the stupidest thing I did in college, Morgan."
"Bright. Blue."

"I thought you cared," she snapped. Tears staining her cheeks. "I thought you were different. I guess I was wrong." She turned and walked away without looking back. Kye stood where he was, not looking after her, just staring at the ground. He'd blown it.

Honor pouts. “Yeah, but it would be more fun if we went through a window.”

“Pass the act, you can do it. You would be surprised.”

Esmeralda looked at her younger sister and scowled. “Look at you, you’re so weak and pathetic. I honestly don’t know why father choose you to be the next leader of the tribe.” The others around Esmeralda starting laughing at Nancy.

The horse remained unimpressed.

The Jaho looked at her, as if awaiting her answer.

"You're like the modern Apollo!"
"I'd be more flattered by that if you didn't look like you were about to pass out."

“Listen to me, whatever he offers you, just decline it! It’s not safe to make deals with that demon.”

"Man, you suck at this."

Sorry this is long. I haven't been writing in forever and I feel like bragging.

“The demon realm is a very… chaotic place.” Silas explained, “All sorts of things come out of there, which means we get the occasional…” He looked at the demon, “this.”
The pig looked at Daniella with its oddly human eyes, blinking its long lashes in a manner that would almost be considered cute if it wasn’t coming from a resident of the underworld. It shuffled around the ground, scraping up the grass with its weird, almost handlike hooves. They all watched as it grunted happily and stuck its blue snout into the soil, slurping down something; possibly an earthworm.
Josiah broke the silence. “We should call him Truffles.”

"We should call him Truffles."

"So what's your story?" she asked innocently.
"Nope," he replied bluntly. "Sorry kid, I don't do sob stories, and I don't need to traumatize you. Go read a book or something while I try and fix this."
"Awe come on not even a little bit of it?" the small girl tipped her head to the side and smiled sweetly at him. Kye glanced at her.
"My father raped my mother and my mother was executed in front of me when I was three, and everyone else hates my guts because they think I'm a monster," he finally said flatly.

“OH MY GOD, CAN HE BE EVEN CUTER!?” The young girl yelled.

“I am ORDERING you to kill them!”
They refused.

The shifting mass of smoke moved towards the barrier, extending out and solidifying until it formed a graceful pale hand. A hand tipped in long, cruel, reddish-brown nails. "You think this can contain me now?" She said, in that voice of a thousand midnight whispers. One nail tapped gently against the opalescent barrier, a wide crack appearing and spreading at an alarming rate.
The Paladin rocked back on his heels in surprise. "That is not poss–" The words died on his lips as the writhing mass settled completely into that form. The form of the woman he couldn't get out of his mind–she even haunted his every dream. There was something different about this version though; it's edges sharper, skin paler, hair tangled and dull. Circles under her eyes black and her lips chapped over a gruesome smile.
"You forget," She whispered, voice sliding through the failing barrier. "Who and what I am."
She lunged, breaking through his magic as if it were nothing but gossamer.
Only in this moment would he admit to himself that he had truly, and irrevocably, fucked up.

I found this at the bottom of my notes from a book I was writing on my old phone. Enjoy it in all its terrible comedy glory :D

“Go ahead. Call everyone I know. They’ll say I’m innocent,” I muttered with a mischievous smile.
Henry held the phone limp in his hand. “I can call anyone in your contact list and they will say so?”
“Yes.”
The man sifted through the device, his face drawing blank and looking unimpressed. “The only contact you have is round table pizza.”