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@Celestial-B

I'm bored and love reading clips or scenes of other people's stories and thinks about their characters so feel free to post them here! You can actually take something from your story or paraphrase it, doesn't matter! :DDD

Mio

(Here's the first paragraph of the book I'm working on.)

Some people believe that there is another world where creatures lurk. There are theories that all creatures dwell there, but it is home to only one type. Tall, slender, shadowy creatures, with glowing lavender eyes. At night, they appear, though rare to see. This other world is called Lepzan, and it is home to an entire world’s worth of civilizations. It is a world after all. It’s much much different than our Earth. It has its own language, hand written and spoken, its own customs, its own holidays. These shadowy creatures live there, under the rule of one lord. Yes, an entire world’s worth of civilizations… Under one lord… These creatures are called Blinkers. No, not just because they blink, don’t be silly. They are called this, because they can teleport. One moment they’ll be there, and the next gone. This is why they are so rare to see. Though, I suppose it’s not just that… They aren’t really supposed to come to Earth at all. And, we as humans, aren’t allowed on Lepzan either. The ones we spot on Earth are simply here to check on us. To keep us in our place… Little did I know that day… That day I went into the caves… The caves that I thought I knew so well… Turns out, I had only scratched the surface…

@FantaPop

@isabel wow! That's definitely something to get you thinking, I think my favourite lines are "No, not just because they blink, don't be silly." and "To keep us in our place…".

(Figure I might as well share the first couple paragraphs of the fic I'm working on ^^; )

Odin is tired.

He is weary and old, weighed down by wars and more responsibilities than he had ever imagined as a carefree youth. Odin is small, and fragile-looking, but there is enough on the ice between them that Laufey is hesitant to move, hesitant to strike him down for ever daring to place his hands on Farbauti.

He stands, frozen in place, and cannot.

There is blood in the Allfather's beard and dripping down Gungnir like the spear itself is hungry. Laufey nearly screams when Odin takes a seat on a piece of rubble - from frustration or a growing sense of dread, he does not know.

"It is time to end this, old friend." The Allfather tells him with certainty.

@joufflucharlie

(This was the paragraph on my screen when I opened it just now so lol here ya go)

"Silence was suspended in the frosty air for several moments before the voice answered me. 'Not everything is dictated by foresight, Joshua. If the whole future could be seen, and hardship could be easily sidestepped, where would pain and adversity find its place in the world? Not everything can be immediately apparent all the time. No, human will plays a big role with the concept of the future. While there are many who can see the exact place and time someone may make a world-altering decision, this doesn't mean that they have any influence on the choice itself. No outside force can change the tide of the human mind, or the choices it decides to make. That is why human will is the only force powerful enough to push back against foresight. Minds are made up. Principles are set in stone. All of these together are the basis for human decisions. They act as the boulders that remain unmoved in a raging tempest. Human will trumps foresight because it can withstand time's flow. Does this make sense? In simpler terms, I say that I cannot reveal what will happen at this reunion. It revolves around your will. She will come to you, and she will have words for you when she does. After she speaks, your decision will come. When deciding how to respond to her, know your mindset. Know your principles. And do not fret. The outcome lies in your hands. The future rests upon you.'"

@cami

hmm okeydokey

“I betrayed them,” he said, running a finger over the scar. “Of course, I betrayed them the first night I spent with you, but when they found out what I did, they banished me. Here. To this realm. No power, nothing but a name and memories and this scar.” He pinched the bridge of his nose. Such a normal gesture.

A human gesture.

I swallowed, his words rattling inside my head. No power. Nothing. “You’re mortal.” My own words were barely more than a breath of air, clouding in front of me.

He cringed, another human gesture that seemed wrong coming from him. His head dropped forward, but not before I saw the cracks on the surface, the rising panic, the fear. He was just barely holding it together.

Just like me.

@imjustshy

(@cami that was really good omg)
This is the intro to a book I'm writing, and I'm still working out the kinks but here ya go:

_There's a story everyone knows, about something that happened a long time before they were born.

Mothers tell the story to their children before bed, teachers to their students in class and friends act out the battle scenes during play time.
People seem to think the story was only about four people, but there were so many others that were involved in everything.

They think they know what happened.
But they've barely brushed the surface._

When word reached the Prince that a cult of Dragon Worshippers were working on setting free the Dragon Goddess Kitrein, he sent a group of four to stop them. They had to face the horrors of the Night Wood in order to get answers from the barbaric people within but they stuck through it together because they trusted each other unconditionally and knew that they would all make it to the end because they were a team.
However, along the way one of them became crazed and power-hungry, promising to destroy anyone that crossed his path. No one knows why, they say it was because he spent too long in the Night Wood. But regardless of how it happened he became a ruthless murderer who was responsible for the death of his friends.

_"It wasn't his fault!" I want to shout. "You don't know what happened!"

But they won't believe me. They'll never know the truth, because they'll never listen to the real story. It's so much easier to think that he just went mad. That there was no reason for his actions. That he had no heart.

But someone has to know the truth, and though I may age much slower than others i am not immortal so I'm giving this to you. So that you may know what really happened.

It wasn't his fault._

@FantaPop

@joufflucharlie that's a… long paragraph. It was a little hard to get through and absorb it all, but i love the obvious care and planning that went into it. How many people in that world have foresight, only to be thwarted by free will, I wonder?
@Cami there's so much emotion in so little words, I'm definitely hooked. Gotta know if he turns out alright!!
@imjustshy what a beginning! the exposition in the beginning is just short enough to be a hook without becoming tedious for the reader, and i love the last line!

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I don't really have much to share…these are the first two paragraphs of a very strange short story I wrote about this girl named Beth and the dead woman in her closet. It doesn't really make any sense…I'm not sure what I was thinking when I wrote it XD

Beth wasn’t sure what to do about the dead woman in her closet. On the one hand, the woman was really creepy and she was sure her corpse would start to rot soon and Beth really didn’t want that kind of smell in her bedroom. On the other hand, the woman talked to her, and it maybe, just maybe quenched the unquenchable loneliness that settled harsh on her tongue and cold in the pit of her stomach.

The woman’s voice was rough like sandpaper, yet when she whispered in Beth’s ear it was smooth as silk, her chilly breath brushing light and cool against her cheek and the shell of her ear. Beth knew she should be frightened of the woman, but for some reason she wasn’t. The woman was dead yet she moved and spoke and littered Beth’s dreams with flashes of sharp white teeth and haunting laughter. She told Beth things, upside-down stories that started in the middle and ended in the beginning. Beth would lie on her stomach on the floor of her bedroom and the woman would speak through the shadowed crack between the closet doors. The woman had asked that the doors always be left ajar. Beth left them ajar.

@FantaPop

@alice O'Mally Dude!!! I'm generally not a fan of horror/suspense, but I'm enjoying this far too much to not say anything. I love the last two lines, and I would love to read the rest of this!
(Also, new favourite thread? New favourite thread.)

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@FantaPop thank you so much! I wasn't sure I should post anything…I'm kind of insecure about my writing. Your comment made my day!

@shim

I just spent like 10 minutes trying to find something that was good enough to share, and I think I finally found something that's…not half-bad, heh. This is from the middle of chapter two.

She went to Eraen’s house first.
She wore yesterday’s clothes, because all of her laundry had been given to hir’ne Eraen, but she, upon seeing Tiri, of course commented on the griminess of her kameez.
“I’ll just get the others as gross,” Tiri said flatly. “May I please have my clean laundry?”
Eraen rolled her eyes, but gathered up the clean and folded laundry. She almost handed it to Tiri, then clucked her tongue. “You’ll get it all dirty again just by holding it!”
And so Tiri was forced to stand and wait for Eraen to get something to put it all in. Eventually, she found an old clay pot that Tiri’s father had once made. There was absolutely nothing inside of it except for dust, so Eraen shook it out and deemed it perfect to hold the laundry.
All Tiri could think was, Good to know how my father’s stuff is well-used and well-loved.
Eraen handed her the pot. “There you are, sweet. Try to not get them so dirty next time. And stop scowling; it’s not becoming.”
Tiri took the pot, said nothing, and left. She did not stop scowling.

@rupleb

I found this incredibly short and poorly written scene that I wrote just to get it out of my head.

'What are you doing?' Luca was leaned against the doorframe. 'I'm leaving.' was the only response he got. He sighed and started helping her pack, already use to her random comings and goings. He never knew when she'd leave or how long she'd be gone, but he always knew she'd be back. She'd always be back and he'd always be waiting for her. 'You're taking Lukas.' It wasn't a question, it was a statement. She'd never be able to leave her child. She hummed an affirmative.

And that is where it ends. Lame, I know.

@imjustshy

all of these story parts are so cool, it makes me want to add another!

(but im not going to because i dont want to shove my writing in anyones face)

@Celestial-B

@imjustshy Ikr? And of course you can add another, that is what this thread is for! To show off your writing and characters! And plus I love reading bits and pieces of other's works

@FantaPop

@shim how interesting! I love the last line.
@rupleb so many questions! Why is she leaving with her child, how long has Luca known her that this is commonplace? Interested in seeing more of these characters!
(Also, glad to know we can add more than one, makes my lurking around this thread much better lmao)

@imjustshy

(this was the original ending to the story that my intro is for and its a little long)

The cell that she was being held in, was dark and cold. The sharp scent of piss hanging onto every stone as I pushed open the door, hinges wailing in protest.

The woman’s head snapped up, soft sniffing noises coming from her as she tried to gauge my scent. When it was obvious that she had gotten nothing but blood and death, I closed the door and leaned against it.

“Who are you?” She demanded, sitting up straight in her chair. Somehow, this woman was able to make herself appear poised and regal, even when she was covered in blood and had her body wrapped in chains. I stayed silent, taking in her appearance as I tried to ignore the thick stench of dried blood that sent a pang of hunger through my stomach.

The woman had dark hair that fell down her back in tangled knots, a few strands falling over her face. Beneath the grime that coated her skin, her glowing golden eyes were trained on me, her toung slipping from between her plump lips to wet them. She must be thirsty. I reckoned, pushing off of the door.

This encounter was only supposed to let me know what she looked like and what state she was in, but somehow I was feeling pity for this, once, magnificent creature. She was royalty, one of the last of her kind, and here she was: wrapped in chains, thirsty, hungry, covered in blood.

This was no way for a queen to live, or die.

“Who are you?” She hissed, repeating her question. I blinked at her before flashing her a fanged grin. “The name’s Nikolai Rosewood.”

“Well, why are you here, Nikolai Rosewood?” She inquired, her voice like sandpaper. I clicked my tongue as I began to walk around the cell, examining the - somewhat - charred stone. I heard chains rattle as they slid over one another and I turned my head to see that the dragon was watching me, the slightest glow of curiosity burning in her eyes.

“I’m here, to examine you.” I stated, choosing my words carefully. She wasn’t supposed to know who was questioning her or when it would happen.

“Examine me?”

“Yes, my dear parrot, I’m here to examine you.” Silence followed my words, my footsteps and her chains the only sounds. Until she spoke again; her voice growing steadily strong with each word: “Why do they need to examine me? What are you planning?”

I faltered for a moment before shrugging. Fuck it, when have I ever followed orders anyway?
“I’m here to get a read on you so I can see what kind of methods I’ll have to use to question you. That is why I am here in this cell, and in this city.” I explained, gesturing to the walls with my hands. The woman raised an eyebrow at my words, her eyes running over my body.

“And what, may I ask, will your choice method be?” She still had her back to me, her head twisted at an odd angle so she could see me over her shoulder. Deciding that it must be painful for her, I moved so that she could face me properly.

“You seem to be the kind who can put up with an form of torture, and I’m not one to use my preferred method on females so I’m thinking a civilised conversation with you over some lunch should do the trick.” I chirped, clasping my hands together behind my back.

“Add a few glasses of wine to that lunch and you just might get some information out of me.” She bargained, eyes and voice alight with amusement. I chuckled as I turned towards the door, but a question struck me as I reached for the handle.

“M’lady may I ask you something?”

The dragon seemed surprise but nodded her head. “How does the Empress come up with her battle strategies?” The question slipped from my lips, though I didn't expect an answer. However, to my surprise, the woman’s lips twisted upwards into a sly smile before she answered: “All it takes is a game of Chess.”