Tonakee stopped and tipped her head back to listen. Tolkalee was a good ways behind them and was limping hard. "Chris, we need to slow down," she called.
Chris paused and looked back, he groaned and rolled his eyes. "This is why I told him to stay at camp."
Tonakee glared in Chris' direction. "You know what Chris, I have had enough of that attitude from you," she snapped suddenly marching over and glaring at him. "I get that you don't trust him for some reason and that you aren't used to being a part of a smaller group, but you're going to have to get used to it. You are not leading an army right now. You are a part of a five person squad. And though you may not trust him at all, I guarantee that if you were injured and you were falling behind, he would not only wait for you to catch up but he would adjust the speed so that you didn't fall behind again. And not only that but he has already saved all of our lives on multiple occasions. Yeah he's disappeared every so often. Big deal. He's a healer and he has other responsibilities and is working himself to the bone keeping up with everything, and has decided to work even harder to come with us to help out on our raids. You can stop groaning about how we have to wait for him because he's freaking injured and is coming with to help despite that. Straighten out that attitude and start treating this as a team."
She turned on her heal and hopped down that hill to help Tolkalee who was leaning hard on a rock but still trying to catch up.
Esmerelda looked up from her guitar as the small kitten left her place on her knee. “Traitor.”
(Hey you guys, so this thread was intended to share the last LINE of your story. Line singular. I've been really lenient as to what constitutes as a line, but could we please try to refrain from posting large paragraphs? Let's try to keep it short. If you want to share longer excerpts then either find a better place for it or start your own thread).
But! Ever lacking in that, we can always at least be pirates.
His muscles yelled in protest, but determination had once again found its way into his mind.
Jisung hated him. And, by hate, he meant he was hopelessly in love with that annoying parrot of a person.
Cloverfall Academy was huge, imposing, and horribly pretentious.
"I'll say it again, that's impossible."
The pain from his fist blossomed across her cheek like the purple petals of an iris.
(I have no idea what this will be used for. But I really want to use it.)
He glanced up and looked over at her. "Even when there are clouds the moon and stars still shine."
Itha was having a dream. Odd, I know. Might be the strangest thing that’s ever happened in this series.
"There is no definitive ending, it’s always a circle of something more or something else to come. I don’t get a break. I never get a break. Why can’t I get a break?"
Everyone acts like going to college makes you less of a wreck, but that's a lie. Only difference is that in college you can talk about it. You're still a wreck, but with slightly fewer expectations and a social expectation to be hooked on caffeine or some other drug. I dunno, though. It all seems like bullshit.
The howls of the wind and the groans of the old house would've been enough to drive Thomas mad. If he was conscious that is.
Joan Silverlake had hit a bit of a rut, I’m sure we can all agree, but she’s not no idiot. She’s formulating a plan, trying to get her feet under her and her plans back on track.
I hate the phrase "passed away", all it does is soften the blow for the people less impacted. And it was in all those stupids cards I got too, telling me about how great Cora was as if I hadn't grown up with her. God. If anyone goes around talking about how I "passed away" and "was a great guy" when I die, I'll haunt them.
“Both of man and machine. How strange.”
(Who says this, Jyn. Please tell me. It low-key has Fault in our Stars vibes and I'm living for.)
(Beckett Randall. He's a wannabe philosopher who has no idea what to do with his life, a dead sister, and a hat he values more than his life.)
(I love him and checked him out. Forgive me if I am wrong, but were you thinking about me at all when creating him?)
(Like a mix of you and Holden Caulfield)
Everything seemed so far away, but at the same time, constrictingly close. All sorts of things swirled around inside of him- uncertainty of the future, confusion about the present and pain from the past, with a sickness towards the worst of humanity swimming between them all. None of the turmoil inside affected the surety of his next words.
“I get it.”
“Good. You’re not a complete idiot.”
“Why do you guys keep saying that?!”
so i'm writing the tournament arc and-
As soon as his flame attack stopped she punched him in the face. It wasn’t the most effective strategy, but her magic was tired and it was very satisfying.
"Okay wise guy how do you shoot a bow?" She snapped looking at him.
"Calmly," he replied bluntly. "Emotions built up, only cause distractions."
