forum Share the most recent line in your story

Started March 31, 2019 by @Starfast group

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So this is a paragraph,

NO.

So this is a paragraph, just because it makes more sense instead of a single sentence

[sighs]
Ok. So.
The whole point of this thread was for sharing your last line with no context. Obviously, I've been pretty lenient about what constitutes as a line because none of you wanted to do that. I've said 3-5 lines max, because any more than that kind of defeats the purpose of the thread.
I can't allow one person to post more than that because then everyone is going to want to do it, and again that's not the point of this thread.
3-5 lines is already pretty generous, especially since the whole point of this thread was to only share one.
Those are the rule to this thread. You don't get to break them because you don't like them. They're not up for debate. I'm not going to keep saying this.
If you don't like it then make 👏 your 👏 own 👏 thread 👏

understandable.

I could see for miles, hundreds of buildings and towers and skyscrapers crowding into a city that sprawled for as far as my eyes could see.

Fuck it, I thought.

"I know I'm going to miss you, despite the fact that you were never loyal to the cause."

Jake heard his mom's voice in his head: Don’t forget about breakfast!

He took a protein bar.

"See you later, Flit." Teo made a quick wave with their hand and strutted away, their steps crunching in the snow.

As the blood spred, the red became more prominent and only then did I realize how much there truly was.

His dad makes an exaggerated oof but moves one arm from his mom and puts it around Casper affectionately pulling him tight against them. Casper sighs contently leaning into the embrace when his mother turns to card her fingers loving through his hair.

It was the first time he had ever been inside his boss’s suite, and he wasn’t quite sure what he was expecting. It was cluttered for lack of a better word, filled with knick knacks and trinkets as well as a concerning amount of shot glasses and empty liquor bottles.

“If Silan ever does come back it’ll be to drive a sword through his father’s chest,” Milo said firmly. “I’m certain of at least that much.”

"Oh, mother fuck of a shit!"

"Watch your language!"

"¡Oh, maldita mierda!"

The brunette sighed, shaking his head.

"So far all we've got is a mile long list of misinformation and not a single thread to go off of.. So, what now?"

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The last line is nothing because I can't come up with a freakin first chapter >:()

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The last line is nothing because I can't come up with a freakin first chapter >:()

Mood.

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The last line is nothing because I can't come up with a freakin first chapter >:()

Mood.

Ya mood but still help me plzzzz I need so much help

"Dude, we're back in the day where 'back in the day' means hitting two rocks together. There IS no help."

"Dude, we're back in the day where 'back in the day' means hitting two rocks together. There IS no help."

Okay, but I'm intrigued…

Okay, but I'm intrigued…

Lol- If you really wanna know its two stoners who accidentally time travel back in time and through a series of shenanigans meet (not in order) Jesus, Alexander the Great, and Plato. Think Back To The Future, but high I guess, or.. More high?

I still need help just give me ideas please

"We are living in times of ice, but there are flickers of fire, ignited by the people who are standing up for themselves and the future."

Okay, but I'm intrigued…

Lol- If you really wanna know its two stoners who accidentally time travel back in time and through a series of shenanigans meet (not in order) Jesus, Alexander the Great, and Plato. Think Back To The Future, but high I guess, or.. More high?

I love it.

He was nicely greeted with dangling over the side of a large chasm.

A thousand words fought for a chance to escape from Yllmadaya's lips, wanting to be heard and answered by Kydrei. She wanted explanations, assurances, but most of all she just wanted to hear Kydrei’s voice again.
Yllmadaya couldn’t have any of that before everything went black.

the music sang softly through the empty corridors of the deserted and terribly clean smelling hospital,

It feels like flying,
but maybe we're dying.