forum Random quotes/short conversations from your stories?

Started June 23, 2019 by @Mojack group

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Silas stared at her evenly. “Good.” Without any further words he stepped past her, up to the creature.
“Perfect,” he whispered softly, “It’s still alive.”
“What?”
“Paralyzed.” He reached into its concave stomach and pulled out the knife. He threw it in Daniella’s direction without looking back, letting it fall near her feet. “Clean that. Put it on the table when you’re done.”
Daniella took up the thing, after wiping it on the grass. Before turning away she saw Silas slowly reach up to the thing’s bulging face, his long white fingers sliding over its needle like teeth before breaking one off with a loud crack.

(Oh man, I've got so many now that Camp NaNo is over)

“Wait, you said you could explain everything to me. I think you owe me at least that much.”
“I never said everything, but I will tell you what I can. Although, I think probably, you won’t believe me.”
“Try me."
“I can read minds."
“You really expect me to believe that?”
“No. Did I not say that like thirty seconds ago?”

“You don’t believe me, do you?”
“If you could read my mind you wouldn’t have to ask.”
“Dallas Dawson, bit of a skeptic, aren’t you?….Ok, I realize how this looks. My name is Andor Nordmark, if that makes you feel better.”
“It doesn’t really,”
“Well it should. Let’s say I do try to pull something on you. You call the cops, and they say, ‘so tell me about this guy?’ And you say, ‘His name was Andor Nordmark. He’s six foot two and has purple hair. Also, he was wearing a stupid fox hat, and he had a Norwegian accent, because he comes from Norway. Not Germany.”

It’s kind of like…like you know when you feel like someone is watching you? And maybe you don’t see them but you know that someone is there? It’s that same kind of feeling.”
“That’s… incredibly unsettling, thanks.”

"Dallas, It’s really important that you try to stay calm right now."
"Stay calm? Stay calm?! I’m trying to treat a stab wound and you want me to stay calm?! Get fucked!"

"What kind of a name is Ara for a guy?"
"Awfully bold of you to ask, considering your name is Dallas."

“I think that maybe you should see a therapist.”
“Ok.”
“Ok? I was kind of expecting you to fight me on that one a little bit."

"Please, just come this once and we’ll leave you alone."
"Do I even get a choice?"
"Technically, but we’ll just keep trying to make this work until something happens."
"Keep trying then."
"I know where you go to school, Dallas. So you can either come today or just wait for me to show up in the parking lot, probably when you least expect it. It’s your call."
"Ok, that sounded really threatening. How do you even know that?"

“Did no one tell you we can do telekinesis?”
"No."
Yeah, it takes a bit of practice, but it’s not so hard once you get the hang of it. I’d get you to try and take one of Ara’s books, but I don’t want to piss him off. Yet."

“Kurt Vonnegut was abducted by aliens, and you cannot change my mind about that.”
“Do you ever think before you speak, or do you know how ridiculous you sound but choose to say it anyways?”

“Listen, I’m just saying, if I’m right–”
“You’re not, but go ahead anyways.”

“So, say we are next on this freak’s hit list, what do we do?”
“Well, I would start by calling the police, for one thing.
“I meant more like, should we have some kind of plan in place? Like, if I go missing suddenly, or say I turn up dead, is it fair of me to ask you to- I dunno- avenge me or something.”
“I’m not doing that,”

“I’m being serious, Andor.”
“I know. So am I”
“You’re never being serious. But for the sake of furthering the conversation, I’ll pretend you actually mean it for once.”

"Hey Andor, I have a question for you."
"Go for it."
"Does Ara always drive like he’s being chased by the cops, or does he just want me to die?"

"Goddamn, this the worst fucking city.”
“Why do you live here then?”
“UBC was offering me a better scholarship deal. Once I finish my residency I might try to go back to Montreal. See if I can get a job there instead.”
“You miss it there?”
“Yeah, sometimes. “I miss my parents. I don’t think they like that I’m so far away from them…Also I miss not having a freeway that goes through the city. Who’s fucking idea was it to have stoplights at every intersection in a city this big? Like, come on.”

“Why do I always befriend the problematic ones?”
“I would like to point out that you are also a problematic one.”
“So I am.”

“Don’t give up on yourself.”
“I’m about to get my philosophy degree; it’s a bit too late to be saying that to me.”

“Want a drink?”
“No, I, uh, have to drive myself home.”
“You live here.”

“Sure, the metaphorical storm may be difficult, but you need to find shelter to weather the storm.”
“And what does the metaphorical shelter mean?”
“I have no idea. I think my metaphor is collapsing.”

“If you told me five years ago that I would become a devout Christian and major in theology, I would have laughed. Hell, I’m still laughing.”

“Why are you such a jackass? Aren’t you supposed to love thy neighbor?”
“…As you love thyself,” Francis finished. “Right. Except I found a loophole: I hate myself. So get fucked.”

"You think you're some kind of hero?" Ben asked, glaring at her. "Saving that thing? If you can even call it saving. You think you're really doing something good here?"
"Actually, yes," Payton said coolly. "I am a hero. Not that you'd know anything about it."

"Have you ever had music just… blow your mind?"
"Uhhh, well, yes, actu-"
"I thought not. Haha, you peasant! Bow to my superiority!"

"Can you please, please, go for five minutes without referencing something??"
"No, no, no, no, no, no…"
"…I feel like I'm being played for a fool, but I actually have no idea what you're referencing this time."

"You may have one last glance of hope. You can say goodbye to your friend here before you both die." SIlverlake said smoothly. She stopped in front of a door, the guards unlocking it and pushing Itha forward. Itha felt her heart stop in panic. Had they captured Ram? Mehri? Jiji?
The door swung open to reveal Osric sitting on the bed, looking surprised. He and Itha stared at each other for a second.
"Oh, no, not you!" they both shouted simultaneously.
Silverlake found herself wondering if she'd misjudged the situation just a tich.

Dude. You cannot spend the rest of your life here. You need to get back. They will need you before the end.
"Okay, that's great, but I. Have. No. Boat. I'm hundreds of miles from home, in the middle of the ocean, and I have no way to get back. Heck off."
Swim, coward.
"Anthony, I will drown. Do you want me to drown."
Bwack bwack bwack, that's all I'm hearing.
"Anthony. You really expect me to just drown myself?"
What a chicken. Baby little idiot chicken…swim, coward! Swim!
"Oh for the love of-FINE! And when I'm dead, we'll see who's laughing." Ram pushed himself up, stomping to the beach and whipping around to glare at Anthony's ghost as it followed along. He held up both middle fingers and walked backwards into the surf, tripping an a beached log and falling over backwards for his final trick.

(Was it High School Musical? I feel like it was High School Musical…)

(Not sure you're talking to me, but if it's the no, no, no thing, it's a little off the mark ^^ It's super obscure, I really doubt many people would have any idea what it was at all xD)

(Was it High School Musical? I feel like it was High School Musical…)

(Not sure you're talking to me, but if it's the no, no, no thing, it's a little off the mark ^^ It's super obscure, I really doubt many people would have any idea what it was at all xD)

(Oof, I thought it was the "no no no! no no no! stick to the status quo!" thing lol)

(Was it High School Musical? I feel like it was High School Musical…)

(Not sure you're talking to me, but if it's the no, no, no thing, it's a little off the mark ^^ It's super obscure, I really doubt many people would have any idea what it was at all xD)

(Oof, I thought it was the "no no no! no no no! stick to the status quo!" thing lol)

(While I will probably be sticking that in somewhere now, it's from a livestream of a youtuber playing Human Fall Flat xD)

The Marked. And man there's a lot of Silas.

"Based on what I know, you will find my training hard. It will be your hell, and it shall produce heaven."

“Selfish? I call it survival oriented.”

“Don’t mind them. They’re just jealous,” Sam said.
“Seriously?”
“Hell,'' she laughed, “even I’m jealous!”

“This is the way we do things,” Silas said quietly.
“You can’t do this! He has parents!”

“You don’t think I know what you’re feeling!” he shouted. “I know it all.” His normally cool voice twisted into a bitter venom. “Every. Single. Thing.”
He took a deep breath with his eyes closed. “We shouldn’t be with each other right now.”
And there was something in his voice that almost sounded like compassion as he said “Leave. Come back tomorrow. We’ll see about your lessons later.”

“Do not let the sadness linger. It will consume you. Revenge is the only answer.” Rune looked at her seriously. “That is something we all learn here sooner or later.”

“Perfect,” he whispered softly, “It’s still alive.”

"So are you going to tell me what happened to your face?"
"That's a very special story I save for my closest enemies. I usually like to demonstrate what happened instead of explaining it."
"…..Ah. Point taken."

Drink this."
"What does it do?"
"A little herbal brew I made. It'll boost your immune system a bit–wouldn't want you to get sick or infected while this is healing. Drink it quick, it don't taste great."
The young man obligingly downed the medicine, seeming to be in a better mood than when he'd arrived. "Ah, it's not so bad. One time when there was a drought I had to drink some rain water from a stump. That was so bad I had to barf it back up."
"…Great. I…really wanted to know that."

"I'm taking you in on the condition that you don't interfere, no matter what happens. Agreed?"
I nodded. "With all due respect, ma'am, I've done this before. You won't even notice I'm there."
"Hm. Maybe not….but it definitely will. And believe me, that's what counts."

Would you like a girl's name or a boy's name?"
"A what?"
"'Boy' and 'girl' are two different genders. We assign each name a gender, and usually we stick to it, but not always. By the way, your body is male–or a boy's–so usually we'd give you a boy's name, but I thought I'd let you pick."
"Okay….yes….fine. I don't know what is boy or what is girl, and I don't think I like them. But I will be what you say I am. For now."

"How's it look out there? See anybody? I wanna get this done before it's time to eat."
"Hey, hey, watch your head! They still have a sniper gun, remember? And you're wearing that–oh hell, how'd you get your stupid orange hat back? Ma told you she was burning it!"
"I can't let her burn it! It's lucky!"
"Lucky? Lucky for whoever's trying to shoot you, maybe. And I don't see a soul, since you asked. They must be taking the second or third route."
"Oh, is it Tuesday already? I thought it was Monday. Those snakes aren't trying to break the rules, are they?"
"It's Wednesday, Unc. They're right on schedule. Now stop trying to do my job for me and focus on your own, okay?"

"Are you asking me to hook up with you at an Olive Garden?"
"No, I'm asking you to marry me!"
“You’re kidding, right? You’ve got to be kidding. Because those two were trying to get me to propose, so I’m asking you to marry me.”
“Noted. But I proposed first, so mine holds more weight.”
“My dear Signora Arguzia, I think I’ve wanted to propose longer.”
“Bet. I’ve wanted to since last New Year’s.”
“So have I!”
“Then we’re equal!”
“I guess we are!”

“So you’re jealous then."
“If you want me to admit jealousy over the fact that the two of you are being sent off to die in the Woods, you ought to hurry up and do so, if only to avoid suffering years of waiting met with silence.”

“How’d it go?”
“As well as you’d expect. She professed her undying love for me, if you must know.”
“Don’t kid, Percy."
“Alright. She said that I should temper myself to avoid injury, and that if I got myself killed, she’d find a way for you two to summon my ghost. It was all rather emotional.”
“Summoning ghosts? And here I thought that Alessandra was the logical one."