forum Share the most recent line in your story

Started March 31, 2019 by @Starfast group

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Leaning in a bit he asked me: "Miss Atwood, is there any possibility that your brother might have run away?"

"I’m going to steal it. And since we’ll be out of this place by tomorrow, we won’t have to deal with any consequences."

“I guess it was. And I was stupid. We had been given an early warning sign. Been blatantly told that it was a bad idea to build that stupid factory. But instead of listening to what I was told… I…. wrote it off… as another story.”

Narrator blinked slowly as he watched the slightly see-through, but very cute, man spell the word 'B-E-E-S' in sign language behind Mouse's back.

"It scares me to think that the immortal Jack, in five billion years, is going to be a floating head full of wisdom, who's going to sacrifice himself to save New New York."

"It scares me to think that the immortal Jack, in five billion years, is going to be a floating head full of wisdom, who's going to sacrifice himself to save New New York."

(doctor who?)

"It scares me to think that the immortal Jack, in five billion years, is going to be a floating head full of wisdom, who's going to sacrifice himself to save New New York."

(doctor who?)

(maybeeeee >.>)

"Listen, Mari, if you ever catch me drinking a goddamn slushee, you have my permission to pop a cap in me."

(This is actually, not only my most recent line, but also the last line of the story.)

It was time to start a new mission.

Perhaps the loss of today probed the old wound of the loss of yesterday.

With another motion Daniella’s head smashed into what felt like concrete, and the black hurtled over her like a falcon.

Kels took Pietyr by the arm and flung him onto his back, pinning a knee against his chest.
"You are lucky that I do not kill you on the spot," she spat, pressing the tip of her knife to the bob of his throat. "And if we did not need your certifications…I would."

"And be more discreet when you visit the courtesanery," Father said, without looking up from the royal ledger.

“I say, it is time we cut off their heads!”

“Do not be sorry. My scars tell a story I otherwise could never tell. They remind me how the world tried to break me, but I am still standing here because it failed, and I won.”

So when the body of the young boy was found impaled, limbs missing and blood spewed over the marble stones in the center of town, suddenly Oria wasn’t the ordinary town it had once been.

You're insane!
We established this the first day we were stuck together, commenting on it for the billionth time is not going to change that fact.

"My lights don't have a red setting, sir. They could not possibly have been so." Maleki said, almost stumbling on his words.

(Nice! Hi, Carrots!)

(Thanks! Hi Dom :)) )

Around her eyes, she wore eyeshadow that was a similarly obnoxious red.

She always described the feeling as watching your favorite stars fade from the sky and not being satisfied with the trillions you can still gaze upon.

She was dressed in green cargo pants and a bright blue tourist-y looking shirt, the ensemble completed by hot pink tennis shoes.

"You know, for an internationally wanted criminal, you're not very subtle."

The two were squished into a narrow cabinet, waiting for… he didn't know - something. Like the countless times before, Pira still refused to explain.

Sit down, world, and I’ll tell you a story.

When the end of the world hit, Cat wasn't expecting it to look so beautiful.

“Can we agree not to use that word again?” The boy asked, his emotions skillfully indecipherable as they sat behind impenetrable, ice blue orbs. “It is much too late for trust.”

A satisfactory grin played across the King’s face as though he were doing them a favour. Keyla might have seen it that way had he not murdered her parents and kidnapped her so that she could be here.