forum Story Snipets

Started January 12, 2020 by @Rainy_is_back

tune

Basically post short snipets you're proud of! Because you love the description or you just love the tension, anything goes! Just please make sure if it's super dark or mature you put it in a spoiler box with a content warning. An example below.

Basically why I was inspired to do this XD (Oh, also @Trashybeth because this is part of our story lol):

"Of course I would, It's me we're talking about."
Brad was inches from her lips, one of his hands now resting on her hip, the other slid under her leg. He didn't know why, but he decided he liked this. He was going to try more intimate flirting more often. It seemed fair on one hand, and it gave the other the chance to talk back. Even if it was mostly stuttery. His hand slowly but surely rubbed her side, trailing upwards. He was about to make his move. "You know, there's something I'd like to do, and I think you might like it." He whispered leaning in more, their lips brushing against each other.
"What on earth are you two doing in here?!"

"Calvin cares about you, he was telling me how much he loved you the other day. He felt he failed you, but you coming to us when you escaped from your dad was something I knew he needed. We invited you to stay with us, we promised to protect you, and this is how you thank Calvin for all of this? We were trying to help you, really trying to help you, but you abused his givingness, and his willingness to help you out." She shouted at her angrily. "You have no idea how much pain it caused me seeing him this way, he scares me every day, every day he cries because he thinks he failed someone. Because he thinks he failed me, you, or anyone else for that matter. It kills me every single time Olivia, every time." She had tears streaming down her cheeks, and didn't care who she was yelling at.

Tyrar had arrived, answering Oliver's challenge.
The boy grinned with a mixture of delight and determination on his face.
Spencer placed a hand on his shoulder. "Be careful, O. He's powerful. He knows how to get inside your head."
"I know him too. I made the asshole. He's trying to take over my body and kill my mind, and I won't let him." Oliver's aura exploded in a flash of green and grey, blazing like a star.
The brown haired sorcerer smiled.
"Kick his ass. For Alyss, huh?"
"For Alyss. The boy's eyes flared as he strode out to meet the Demon Lord.
IN full armor, Tyrar towered over Oliver's slight frame, which was only covered in light leather armor.
"Come to give up, child?" The demon's voice came out hollow from the massive helmet.
"I'll die first." The boy drew his sword and shield. "I came to end this. To end you. you can't have me."
"Is that so?"
"It is." Oliver paused. "You know, you've always talked weir-" He had just enough time to squat and raise his shield, effectively blocking the incredible blow from Tyrar's War hammer. His feet dug trenches in the ground as he slid to a stop.
"And so it begins." Tyrar charged.

(Idk, here a little piece of something that I wrote)

Memories of the car flooded through his mind. Both the hot and passionate ones as well as the cold and broken ones. He sat there for a little, rapped within a quilt of nostalgia and sorrow, longing for what had been, but wishing it had never happened. He could have sat there forever, sinking into the leather until his blood ran cold, but alas, he had bigger matters at hand, bigger than the cage he had made for his mind.

Ten years ago.

Anya trekked along the snow path, only stopping at a pile of stones. She faltered slightly, as she turned towards them and walked forwards.

She remembers this. It wasn’t that long ago, when she buried someone here. Were they friend or foe?

That was the scary part of this all. Anya didn’t remember any of this. You could present a mirror to her, ask her to look in it, and ask her what she sees. If she sees Anya. And Anya would answer back each time.

“No.”

It was the same answer.

And for a moment, Anya considered whether or not she had become the thing she hunted almost constantly. The thing that she hated, that she directed her anger upon. Someone would be coming after her soon, wouldn’t they? Just as she did to them.

Anya turns around, exhaling in the cool winter air. She turns around and continues down the path.

Eight years ago.

She’s really done it this time. As she realizes it all, in these past years, she knows she’s no hero. She’s not a vigilante, either.

Anya’s a monster.

Three years ago.

It’s taken her long enough. It’s been rough. Wiping herself from the records. Having to contact various people and having to ensure that they didn’t rat her out.

And now, she’s brought here. It’s a better life. She’ll take it. It’s much better than it was before.

Three weeks ago.

Soaked in sweat, Anya raises her head and breathes out, heart thumping. She’s thinking of everything that’s happened to her this past while. She’s made it into the new decade, she hopes. She didn’t really expect to get this far, but she’s here in the city. A new identity, with new people.

She never quite stopped ‘crime’, but she never told anyone what she did in the past, either. It’ll be better that no one knows. Anya doesn’t want to restart all over again.

Lifting her arm, she continues to throw punches into the bag.

Three hours ago.
Standing upon the rooftop, Anya rethinks everything that has happened in the past few days. The man. Would he go down the same route as she did, all these years ago? Just for some revenge? Or would he stay to the light?

Anya tried to convince him. She’s never been good with people. Perhaps she was harsh, on a broken man, but when the statement that ‘You don’t understand what I’m feeling right now’ came up, she brought up her past. He never said much on it, but she knows it was probably a risky choice of words.
All she knows now is that she’s fallen low.

Now.

She wants blood.

Sitting alone in her home, she stares out the window. She doesn’t know how the man is doing. If he’s even made a choice. He’s still doing as bad as he was before the wedding. But looking at how she’s going, Anya doesn’t know if she’ll be able to keep being the light for him.
Should Anya just shut herself away? Take some time, maybe it’ll all pass over.

Sometimes, you just think you know people.

But in reality, you really don’t know them at all.

((A lot longer than I expected but this is actually a snippet from a character’s background I’m working with. Trust me, the background is a lot longer than this lol. Some of the stuff I spoiler’d isn’t exactly graphic per say but I spoiler’d it because it does have those implications that dark stuff is happening and I was unsure, so I just put a spoiler on it. Better safe than sorry.))

(Here's a little bit of somethin')

We met during the waltz. Her dress was beautiful. It was large, poofy and blue. Not the type of Cinderella blue you always see, it was different. It was the type of blue that spoke to the stars. The type of blue that you couldn't take your eyes off of, the type that clouds your last visions before you drown.

It was adorned with laces and bows here and there, frills and floofs, glitter and gold. Each fold was as delicate and graceful as she was.

Her face was doll-like, her cheekbones chiseled like the stone statue we spun by. Her cheeks, rosy like the cold sunrise of a winter day, were completely unobstructed by her luxurious cinnamon-brown hair. Her large ice-blue eyes pierced into my shirt as we danced, she didn't look me in the eyes so much as once.

As we danced, I made small talk, trying my best to break the shy woman out of her shell. I smiled down at her kindly and spoke soft words, syllables in time with the music.

"What's your name, fair lady?" I asked, spinning her around in a circle three times. Her dress brushed against my shins each time. On the third rotation, she stopped and replace her right hand on my shoulder and tightened her grip on my hand that was intertwined with hers.

"I'm Magda," she whispered. Her voice almost seemed to echo over itself. It sent chills up my spine.

There was something ghostly to her beauty, but I couldn't pull myself away. She was one of the only other humans here and I refused to blow my chances with her over some little bit of fear I had.