It was a crackle of energy and the sudden rip of space and time that caught their attention.
A white, glittery, high heeled boot emerged from the darker than black worm hole.
Bruised feet hit the wet ground, and a muddy dress flapped wildly behind a bleeding figure
Small, deeply colored charms hanging off of his belt loops smacked together lightly as he struggled.
Glossy cap-toed shoes strode confidently across the forest floor, the usual clacking created by the heel snuffed out by the dirt
Dark, intelligent eyes peered up at him.
Feyli's mother had told her many times not to touch anything the ocean brought them after a storm.
"One would think stories about princesses and knights are all children's stories about evil witches and dragons being put in a dumb job like sewer cleaning when the heroic knight saves the beautiful princess. Have you ever wished the princess would go for the terrifying dragon instead of the handsome knight? Unless you're a little kid (why are you reading this, then, it's too dark for you), you probably wish that princesses would stop being stereotyped to always go for the hot and rich men. Well, at least the villains were wonderfully awful, unlike now. (Looking at you, Zootopia) Admit it, we all at some point wanted our heroes to act rude and villains act nice. Why do people hate rude heroes, exactly? Oh, it's because we're all used to pure angels falling in love with… pure angels. Well, guess what? This story ISN'T about all those cliches! This story is about many things, but no one is completely pure of heart or completely heartless. The heroes of this story are flawed. The villains of this story have kind traits. And death is an actual thing that happens. Oh, oh, yeah, the story should start."
“In a land far from civilization, occupied by two clashing forces, live the ones all but forgotten.” I mean technically it’s from the prologue but I guess it counts.
Some of mine are
-Each year there's around 12,000 deaths involving staircases. At least the way I died was less embarrassing.
-Do you know how hard it is too have food allergies in the middle of the apocalypse?
-By now even I have to admit, my house is haunted.
-Dolls aren't that creepy you big baby.
“Every single day, I wish I hadn’t taken up that case.”
My personal favorites are:
• Oh Crap.
• It's not every day you read or hear something like this, but I think you should stick that knife into a toaster.
• For future reference, the answer will always be no.
• Motorcycles are the Eiffel Tower.
Kiko Jade Takahashi knew many things about the world- however one of them was not the blueprint of LAX airport. She was lost. Hopelessly lost.
Mr. and Mrs. Daysburough were made out to be the model family of Clearwater, a small town on the small island Dou, just east of the mainland, with their daughter Sari.
Every morning was like this, for as long as she could remember. Teirya’s eyes slowly flickered open, taking in her room, with sleepy, light dazzled eyes, from where she was curled on the floor, swathed comfortably in blankets of softened, elegant dragonscale, her arm comfortably lifting her head up, legs kicking outwards, feet just grazing opposite sides of the clean, circular room.
-"I've been here for two whole weeks and they still don't know."
-"Religion is a dangerous idea."
-"She was getting too used to the taste of blood. It would've been fine, but it wasn't her own."
Mine is a normal everday romantic/comedy
- Kelly slowly peered down, all over her hand and dripping down to the floor was her morning coffee, she'd never really talked to her crush before and this wasn't a great first impression.
The night was quiet. Almost too quiet.
Evelin had her eyes wide open, tense in anticipation. The soft thudding of footsteps came closer to the bedroom.
Closer… closer…
I never know what to do when girls cry.
(For the fanfic I'm writing.) Katara is six years old when she punches her soulmate in the face.
I writing a teenage romance which is based on a twisted LGBT+ love square of the children of the rich and famous (made up characters).
First Line: "Logan Stewart. Claire Robinson. The most perfect couple according to Teen Vogue."
I have split the sentence like this because I want the last line to be "I love you." So when placed next to each other it will be "Logan Stewart. I love you."
What do you think?
I have two different books I'm writing, one is kinda serious, and the other is complete derp.
it's pretty easy to figure out which is which :3
1: Crow held his breath. One second. Two seconds. Silence.
2: Griffin rolled over and tried to get comfy so he could fall asleep again, he was half awake and didn't want to get up yet. 'why haven't I fallen off the bed yet?' he thought as he continued to roll away.
Breathing deeply Jessica swallowed the turkey meat, she'd never thought that her veganism would end like this.
My favourite first line out of everything I've written is from a poem. It kinda translate to:
This will be a terrible poem,
Optimism is everything I guess…
Here's what I'm planning:
The clanging ring of a hammer on hot steel filled the caverns where the Dragon worked, and then a loud snap!
"Dammit."
We never went back into those woods. At least, not until a few weeks ago.
I have a couple:
As it turned out, plotting a coup wasn't nearly as hard as it sounded.
This one is dialogue:
"Shh! Do you hear that?"
"Hear what?"
"Exactly. Since when was it so quiet in here?"
I've got a few:
Lillian woke up on a boat she had no recollection of getting into. That was her first hint that things were going to go wrong.
The bleak expanse of packed dirt spread far as they could see. Spectators milled about, ready for the show. Dread held the air in its iron grip; the duellers had arrived.
There was a time on Earth when peace reigned. Happiness fueled Love, and Love fueled Life. The notion of “I’m like this, you’re like that, so I'm more important” was simply nonexistent. No one was ashamed of who they were, and no one had to hide. Magic was known to all, spreading its wonder, giving the air its sweet scent and colorful tint. All was well.
Obviously, this didn't last.
