forum Share the most recent line in your story

Started March 31, 2019 by @Starfast group

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You just punched that man square in the jaw.
I know I should have had a little more restraint no need to lecture me about it.
No, I was going to say that you should have aimed for just under his jaw and hit at an angle. That way you would have knocked him straight out and you wouldn't have to listen to him whine and complain about his "poor face"
You're not mad about it?
Absolutely not, he deserved that and about six more.

“You must’ve done something really bad, then.”
“Yes…I must have..?”
“Yeah, given your 2 million bounty.”
“Ah. Yes. That.”

If you went back about two weeks and told Amor that she would be hiding from a demon in her bathroom with the ghost of Dee Dee Ramone, she’d either ask if you were high, or just shrug and say “Yeah, sounds like a situation I’d dig myself into”.

Hey, you couldn’t say she wasn’t self aware.

The tour guide's face went pale, "You shouldn't be here."

Daniella walked through the door, a small bell tinkling merrily as she entered.
“How are you?” she said politely to the young man at the counter, who had his nose in a book and a pair of rectangular glasses on his face.
“Copacetic,” he replied pleasantly. He looked up and caught sight of her face.
“Daniella Jacobs?” he asked. “Is that you?”

_{Man, that sentence is cluttered.}

"Hey," her voice was soft. "How do you feel?"
"How do I feel?" he looked at her like she was crazy. "I feel like introducing that maniac's face to a brick wall. About 30 times."
"Yep he's fine," Kye chuckled.

"I saw it coming," he admits, running a hand through his sandy blond hair, "but fuck, does it hurt."

“Do you know what hurts me the most, Cheryl? That I’ll never be able to see my wife ever again.” He jabbed a finger into her stomach. “All because of you.”
“John. . .she saved my life.”
“YOU KILLED HER!”

One second Anya was shooting, the next second she was on the ground, a bullet through her neck.

"You are not suppose to be up you know," Kye's voice sounded from next to him.
"If I stay in that room for much longer I will go insane," Tolkalee groaned know Kye would probably make him go back anyways.
However, Kye stood straight and walked down the hall stopping once to look back a Tolkalee. "Are you coming? Or would you rather I send you back to your room?"

He screamed as the gloves glowed red hot, the flesh of his hands burning and the melted skin dripping into the ground. The runes on the gloves glowed a blinding gold before disappearing as the gloves burned away.
Jenai laughed softly. “So much for your protection.”

"This is really playing out to be some sort of found footage video," she sniffed, following the rest of them.

We called him Velcro, we thought he had it all together, but we forgot one thing: Velcro comes apart too.

"The next time you decide to go galavanting through enemy territory while injured, please take me or someone with you for protection. At least," Tonakee scolded.

"We are in a time of war Sir," Tolkalee spoke up, sounding a little different from before. "Injury and death is inevitable. If we can not accept this then we will lose all our moral, and in turn the war as well."

So I wrote a short story thing today.

The others all turned to him, their eyes full of sympathy. Sympathy and crushing loss. He felt dizzy and fell to his knees. The others murmured something that sounded like understanding. But he felt none of it. He sat on the hard, dirty ground, and began to weep.

The empty street quickly started getting full. People started circling John and the bleeding detective. They muttered between themselves, wondering what had happened. Was it a murder or was it a suicide? John rose his head and looked at the crowd.

“SOMEONE ALERT THE BLOODY HOSPITAL!”

She turned towards the darkened cell once more.

“No,” she murmured, “We have something that they do not.”

Chris looked at him for a moment, seemingly very annoyed. "Tolkalee," he said after a moment. "I told you to stay at camp to heal."
"And?" Tolkalee wasn't looking at him. He was studying the glyphs on the wall.
"And you're here," Chris glared.
"First of all, you don't control me," Tolkalee sounded distracted. "Second of all, you would all die without me so I decided I like you and I didn't want you all to die."

My partner has decided that if we dropped the search party off at the dock, there would be nothing to lose.

Chris looked at him for a moment, seemingly very annoyed. "Tolkalee," he said after a moment. "I told you to stay at camp to heal."
"And?" Tolkalee wasn't looking at him. He was studying the glyphs on the wall.
"And you're here," Chris glared.
"First of all, you don't control me," Tolkalee sounded distracted. "Second of all, you would all die without me so I decided I like you and I didn't want you all to die."

why do i find that funny (the last lline) ahahhaah

Chris looked at him for a moment, seemingly very annoyed. "Tolkalee," he said after a moment. "I told you to stay at camp to heal."
"And?" Tolkalee wasn't looking at him. He was studying the glyphs on the wall.
"And you're here," Chris glared.
"First of all, you don't control me," Tolkalee sounded distracted. "Second of all, you would all die without me so I decided I like you and I didn't want you all to die."

why do i find that funny (the last lline) ahahhaah

It's half true. The last line anyways. But the reason why is not to be revealed just yet.

Samuel watched as Percival raised his drink to his lips, then stood.
"I'm terribly sorry, Percy, but I'm afraid I can't stay. I have a meeting to attend," Samuel said, keeping one eye trained on his brother, who'd just swallowed a swig of tea. Percy opened his mouth to respond, then coughed violently into his fist.
"What have you done?" he asked, his eyes meeting Samuel's as the younger man's hand drifted to the doorknob.
"Like I said, I'm terribly sorry, but- well, only one of us can go to this meeting, and I need it to be me. It's not much, it'll wear off soon…" Samuel rambled as Percy coughed again, pressing one hand to his mouth and the other to the table as he tried to stand. His knees gave out then, and he fell to the floor with a thud.
Samuel tried to steady himself, to forget about his brother's passed-out form on the floor, and turned the doorknob.
He walked swiftly to the Duchess's quarters, trying desperately to ignore the gnawing feeling that he had just made a terrible mistake.