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bouncy Okay people, it's time to post your three favorite sentences from day one's (and day two if you get to this late) writing session.
Well it's not really time, but it would be kinda cool if you posted, y'know? So I don't look like a jackass ^^;
Mine:
There was a pause as my father took a deep breath, preparing to go back into ancient-folklore mode. I tried not to roll my eyes.
No one can do disdain like an elf.
Elves were supposed to be quiet and thoughtful, and if they ever really felt like shouting, they were expected to scream into a pillow, I guess.
Okay, so that's four. *shrug* Now you. YOU!
[end transmission]
November 2 2005, 17:37:32 UTC 6 years ago
“Good, because Riley worries me when he’s sober.”
“Yeah, you kinda did when I first woke up. You were all, ‘Ooooo, look at me, I’m the Saion. I’m still alive! I have mothballs in my underwear! Ooooo!’” Riley ducked the swing that came in his direction with a laugh.
And... hm...
“Think about it Tali,” Riley said, getting into his element. “It doesn’t have to be a big harem. I mean, you could have five or six scantily clad women in loose see-through pajama pants lounging around your house, ready to serve at your beck and call. To be shared with friends, because that’s polite.”
Okay, more than sentences, but context was needed, or something.
November 2 2005, 17:40:15 UTC 6 years ago
November 2 2005, 17:59:44 UTC 6 years ago
[i]...as she had been dreading and anticipating the betrothal that awaited her, there was the nagging thought in the back of her head that if she wasn't chosen, it was due to some deficiency in her. To have been chosen as this foreign prince's bride meant that her great uncle--and Parliament--trusted her to conduct herself as a representative of Hanyu, among the rulers of Bihin. [/i]
[i]She watched the steam rise off the water, letting it dull her mind and memory.[/i]
November 2 2005, 18:00:48 UTC 6 years ago
November 2 2005, 21:55:00 UTC 6 years ago
November 2 2005, 22:19:17 UTC 6 years ago
Aw, geez...
*blush* Now, just cause I use big words doesn't mean I actually know what they MEAN. But I hope that publishers will be as nice as you are.November 2 2005, 22:39:23 UTC 6 years ago
Re: Aw, geez...
It just has a very serious feel. I mean, compared to "No one can do disdain like an elf."November 2 2005, 18:24:27 UTC 6 years ago
He tried to remember to breathe slowly, carefully, like they taught him
so many years ago. Panic struck him –
was the breathing thing something he was going to have to teach this class,
too?
Ok, all he really needed right now was the
first line....But the first line…he needed something bold,
something memorable, something that didn’t sound so dumb.
He really needed to keep
himself from drinking so much – what was it last night? Wine?
Beer? He couldn’t really say,
but either way, he needed to not drink as much anymore.
Nothing spectacular, but there it be. :)
November 2 2005, 18:30:04 UTC 6 years ago
- Hope does not in fact spring eternal in the human breast, but it does tend to linger around like the odor of bad cabbage.
- Roger Pendleton had found a way to be completely alone in one of the busiest, most heavily populated cities in the country. He knew how to take a hint, and climbed up onto the cement barrier that separated the casual rooftop observer from the serious suicide connoisseur.
- It's commonly held knowledge that you can get most writers to stop whatever they are doing by asking them to tell you about their work. While it had never been documented as a tool to stop a writer from flinging himself to his death, the theory was still sound.
November 2 2005, 21:54:22 UTC 6 years ago
November 2 2005, 22:07:43 UTC 6 years ago
November 2 2005, 22:06:33 UTC 6 years ago
There is a gap between her unlined palms, and her fingertips curl in upon the absence of things.
The glass sea rises and falls in regular whorls and eddies, tracing the patterns of apocalypse long passed in vivid rust-pink and cochineal and ochre and indigo, frozen whirlpools of turquoise opaque with the werengine oil trapped inside. Each crest and ripple, the uniform structure of glass breaking apart into frothy air bubbles, marks some obscure death, a warrior cut down under a screaming sky. They fought thigh-deep in whirling dunes and quagmires of oil, sand, and blood.
The girl pauses, hesitant, and a long hand pieced together with string like a permanent game of cat's-cradle reaches up to tug at one lock of straight black hair.
November 3 2005, 01:10:29 UTC 6 years ago
::Are we going to hunt today, or just wander aimlessly around the forest?::
...oh, sometimes how she wanted to toss them all in her cooking pot."
November 3 2005, 03:26:04 UTC 6 years ago
A bit longer than three sentences...
...but without it my favorite bit has no context or conclusion. >_>“I’d like to set out on my Name Quest before the end of Spring.” She paused and then hurriedly added, “I think.”
Mika was silent for long moments while Red Bird squirmed inside. She was certain her mother was going to respond with some long speech about not rushing towards adulthood - the same speech she’d given Water Turtle before she’d rushed off to grow up and return as She Who Dances. Red Bird pressed her tongue to the tip of one of her canine teeth to help her cool her blushes.
The moment she risked a peek at her mother, Mika smiled at her. “Ah, already is it?” At her daughter’s confused look, she laughed, startling some of the younger Woolies into running into the other pen. “Poor Red Bird, all of her friends have grown up, leaving her with the choice of playing with little children, sulking alone, or growing up.”
Red Bird didn’t know quite whether she was being praised or laughed at, so she remained silent and shrugged, not meeting her mother’s eyes.