Favorite lines from your own writing

"Don't eat that cake! It's a metaphor!"

I thought it was a lie, Made of Meat?

Thanks for making this thread! I find all these quotes funny!! Oh crap, my brother's already posted here...XD OK, here I go:

• this starts as a serious moment between Zeke (an excorsist) and his lover, Aries (a zombie)*

Zeke: You promise to protect me? Aries: Of course. I won't let anyone hurt you. Zeke: You won't let anyone hurt me? Aries: Over my dead body- *gets hit* Zeke: NEVER say that STUPID line EVER AGAIN.

• remember the fact that Aries is a zombie.*

I'm glad you enjoyed mine.

As am I.

Well, I'm not!

...No, I am.

I sat behind a plexiglas window as I saw the unstrapped execution table. The execution room was strangely white and sterile, unlike the dungeon-like tombs I saw in the movies.

"Dead man walking," a voice said through a speaker. I closed my eyes as I heard the shackles and footsteps. It suddenly wasn't so exciting to watch anymore.

This one is morally ambiguous, but I'm too lazy to dig through my old works. It doesn't necessarily reflect how I feel though:

Paul snatched the five dollar bill from the sidewalk and stared at it in awe. Five dollars felt like a million to a young boy like Paul. Brian, a young man of eighteen with dark slicked back hair and a beige jumpsuit stared at Paul who was now nervous, "What's so exciting, boy? Your mother probably has plenty at home," as he eyed the naive little boy with a bowl cut and a red bow tie that complemented his suit.

"But it's miiiine," Paul whined.

"Yours?" Brian said with a stern face, "So God decided to drop a dollar bill in front of your pampered ass while others are struggling to get by?"

"I found it and that's the end of that," Paul said, crossing his arms and putting his nose up the air.

Brian chuckled as he was pleasantly surprised, "Good boy," he said with a smile. This felt unusual to Paul since this guy seemed like someone who never smiled.

"Thank you!" Paul said with glee.

Brian nodded and bored into Paul's eyes as Paul gaped, then walked towards him and put his hand on Paul's shoulder, "Welcome to the real world," he said then walked away as Paul stared at him until he faded into the distance. Paul felt now felt enlightened yet puzzled with the situation that occurred before.

edited 2nd May '09 9:29:52 PM by TheEnigma411

When the word "mine" is drawn out, it's usually the "I" that gets elongated. Try saying it out loud.

I just did. Wow, I feel stupid now X_X How is my writing? I don't have any favorite lines so I just picked the most recent, presentable stuff. I would like honesty, please.

edited 2nd May '09 9:28:38 PM by TheEnigma411

Hmmmmmmm. I'm not really a writer, and neither of the comic/videogame "projects" I've been working on have seen the light of day as of yet... But I did take notes of possible lines that came to mind and I could use in my dialogue or page titles at some point!

"Disco is dead! Long live the disco!"

"Survival of the fitting"

"Whoa is me."

... *arrives at the end of his notes*

... Okay, I just realized that I'm not a good writer.

I thought the bit with the kid and the fiver was cute, Enigma 411.

I have something new from my own work; I've finally gotten to writing the climax, where the hero and his nakama are facing the Cosmic Horror. The Cosmic Horror offers our hero a We Can Rule Together speech, and the hero sees him and raises with a "World of Cardboard" Speech. I'll just give you the end of it, including the bit where the hero gets ready to punch out Cthulhu:

“No other dared to oppose me in the name of a mere principle,” the Power protested, and Morgan thought he heard bemusement in its all-encompassing voice. “Is it really a principle that drives you? Can asuras even conceive of principles?”

“It is not merely a principle that drives me,” Morgan explained. “Should I deliver the people I love into your hands? Should I deliver my home and civilization into your keeping? Should I turn my back on everything that made me the man I am today, for your sake? No, I know what I should do. For having had the temerity to even ask of me this treason, I should destroy you where you stand. However, I am a reasonable man, and so I will make a counteroffer.”

“What would you offer me, asura?”

“Get the fuck off of my planet!” Morgan roared, using a pattern to amplify his own voice, “And I will let you live.”

edited 3rd May '09 10:28:16 AM by Eddie Van Helsing

Fawriel: Okay, I just realized that I'm not a good writer.

I never let that stop me.

The last line was funny, Eddie Van Helsing. It was great overall.

Thanks. They're actually fighting in a meteor crater (where the Cosmic Horror had landed) that the Antarctic ice cap had covered. The Power had been trapped in ice for almost ten thousand years, but the ice has to go in order to kill it. I intend to have the Power vaporize the glacier immediately above the crater to demonstrate its strength to Morgan and his nakama.

"Though the light of your sun keeps you from seeing them, the stars shall bear witness to the futility of your defiance."

"I will offer them a more interesting show," Morgan chuckled, unable to help but be amused by the fact that the Power appeared to have gotten his lines out of a bargain bin. "I will show them your death. Do be sure to thrash about and scream. I hate it when my enemies just lie there and take it."

edited 3rd May '09 11:01:52 AM by Eddie Van Helsing

To battle men and fight well, for to day we will send our enemy to COLD, DARK, HEL!!!

(I know it is a version of a rousing speech from Medieval Total War II.)

edited 4th May '09 4:50:35 AM by Border Prince

"I know I am a horrible person. Even know, instead of being happy, I'm sad. Sad that this mystery can't keep getting deeper and deeper. I live for the challenge a mystery gives me. For the thrill I get as I stand there and wonder the answer to that wonderful puzzle is. But now? I am sad. Sad that my ultimate enemy couldn't even keep me entertained for more than a minute." Harley took a deep breath. "It's so sad. I'm not very sane, you see. As long as you can make me have fun, I don't care if you are the devil himself. As long as you make me keep playing a game, I won't bother with saving an innocent person's life. But you... You just failed to keep me entertained. You broke the rules of our little game. Basically, you cheated. You know what that means, don't you?"

Tonnor didn't know what that meant. He wouldn't even know what that meant. Because before he could understand what was happening, a bullet had hit him in the heart. "Disappointing. Couldn't even say something dramatic before dying?"

edited 3rd May '09 3:45:49 PM by Sherlock Poirot

"Well, what else can we do? He's dying of the plague, you know!"

"Your father has been dying of the plague for twenty years now. When is he going to finish?"

From an (extremely) old story that I wrote - this is about a samurai woman offering her virginity to prevent a demon posing as a Mongol chieftain (he's referred to as a barbarian because of the Japnaese-centric viewpoint) from further taking revenge upon her husband because of an unfinished duel:

Chiyoko lay there, blood pooling beneath her. She barely comprehended her surroundings even as a knife was set upon her chest. “What...?” was the only word that came out as the knife was dragged cruelly across her breasts, sending forth another spray of blood.

“You promised...you promised on your honor that we would be left in peace!” she screamed amidst the agony.

The barbarian let out a cruel chuckle, skimming the blade across her throat.

“And so I shall. There is peace in death, yes?” The knife sliced across her throat, and Chiyoko’s scream was strangled by the blood rapidly filling her windpipe.

The barbarian stood. “That scrap of loin-flesh meant nothing to me. I have had dozens like you. Would you and your precious Ikkitousen have truly been able to have a life together, with this guilt upon you? The depths to which you have disgraced him and yourself would have created an impassable rift...his honor would never have allowed him to take a used woman.” His footsteps echoed as he left the dying woman alone in the shrine.

Her heart dropped like a stone as the truth of the matter set in: in her desire to save her and her husband from more bloodshed, she had damned them, even if her life had been spared, perhaps the barbarian had been right.

Her weakening cry of misery echoed through the empty shrine. Then, all her world was dark and silent forever.

edited 3rd May '09 7:00:33 PM by Tomoe Michieru

"Damnit Ritter, just shut-up for once!" yelled Sara.

"Shut-up? Really? If you are going to argue with me, do it right. Shut-up is just another way of saying, 'I can't think of anything else to say, but I don't like what you've said so far'. Shut-up is a horrible come-back and you know it. So do you have anything else to say?"

Sara clenched her left hand into a fist and punched me in the throat, before leaving the room. I tried to ask her to come back, but all I got were some grokking noises. Facepalm. In retrospect, I think I may have gotten too concerned about an argument over laundry.

edited 4th May '09 7:40:41 AM by Alkthash

Here's another one, courtesy of yours truly:

"Sir, look at this." Sonic reached up and pointed at his hair. It flopped about in the morning breeze.

"I don't..." The guard raised his eyebrows. "...Quite see your point, young sir. Those are just hairs."

Sonic sighed and shook his head. "These are not just hairs, Mr. The Guard. They are QUILLS. Y'see, I'm a hedgehog. These are my natural defense against whatever stuff thrown at me. I can HURT people with these dandies. Watch."

Sonic looked around, trying to look for something to test his quills on. Near the entrance to West Clock Town, he spotted a large wooden crate just sitting there. He ran over to it and grabbed it. Running back to the guard and Tatl, he set it down in front of him. "Just a minute."

Walking just a couple feet away from the crate, Sonic put his gloved thumb to his mouth and started to blow on it. As he blew harder and harder into it, his cheek puffed up. His quills started to rise. Blowing harder and harder, the quills straightened out like huge spikes. "Ah, there we go!"

He walked back over to the crate. He turned around, quills facing the crate. "Now, Mr. the Guard and Tatl the Faerie. Watch closely."

Cracking his knuckles a bit, Sonic crossed his arms. Holding himself tightly, he fell backwards onto the crate. His stiffened quills plowed straight through the crate, smashing it into pieces. The pieces went flying throughout the town square, raining splinters down on nearby people. Standing back up, he brushed himself free of the wooden and crossed. Facing the guard and Tatl, he smirked and chuckled. "See? They're weapons in my book. Don't you agree?"

"Oh my..." In the blink of an eye, the guard snapped back to attention. “M-my apologies, sir! It w-was wrong of me to t-treat you as a child!”

Sonic smirked. "Nice to see we're on the same page, Mr. The Guard."

edited 5th May '09 1:26:19 PM by Komodin

Hee. Seems like something Sonic might do in his old cartoon (I mean Adventures of...).

The "That's for taunt spamming" line in my signature or this little conversation

Ike: Zelda’s alter ego? It’s just her in disguise with her breasts taped down. What’s that got to do with anything?

Mewtwo: While to the others it may seem merely as a means of disguise, her magic however ensures a complete swap to avoid detection, they are physically dis-similar. Especially in one aspect. While your last memories of Zelda may have been a she, the princess may have turned prior to the actual event into a he. Her persona swapping in mating activities may have stemmed from the fact that Link was not as co-operative as she would have liked leading her to feel a bit... Well you should get the idea.

Ike ( Goes mad from the revalation )

I'm not saying I endorse that image of Shiek, just that I make Mewtwo a Jerkass

edited 5th May '09 12:44:47 PM by Crazy Hand

She approached the condemned house, sword drawn, oil and matches on her belt. He had said there were six of them in there. She'd have them out in no time. And, should they put up a real fight, she'd brought her gun along.

The main door was a flimsy little thing, long past its usefulness. A single kick stove it in. Two squatters came rushing out, men with cudgels. She parried their feeble attacks with ease, then brought the pommel of her sword down on their heads. They fell, bleeding.

Stepping over them, she went inside. There was a trembling woman in the darkness, pleading for her life, clutching three small children to her. The intruder pointed her sword towards the exit, directing the squatters out. The woman left, knelt over the two men, then began wailing. The intruder poured oil over the squatters' belongings, lit a match, then set them alight.

As the intruder left, the woman reached for her, clawing furiously. "You killed him! You killed him!" The intruder pushed her aside, then glanced down. One of the men was not breathing.

How unlucky of him.

If fanfiction counts:

Cybertron. The planet that never sleeps.

It's the start of a long opening that basically says how the Autobots hole themselves up on Cybertron to avoid a Cosmic Horror they've unleashed. The ending:

But few, precious few, returned to Cybertron. There was not enough energon to sustain the whole planet, so entire continents were left powerless and abandoned to the wilds. And with their last, feeble light, their beacon in the darkness, the Autobots stayed vigilant. Stayed alert.

Stayed awake.

edited 9th May '09 7:05:37 PM by Air of Mystery

I have one! The situation is that a mercenary has teamed by with a traveling sorceress to capture/kill a serial kidnapper and rescue the kidnappees:

I finished adjusting my dress and looked in the mirror. My hair, wavy from constantly being in a braid, fell down loosely to my waist. I also wore a much nicer dress than my old traveling one; it was a layered dress of white and two shades of blue. Nothing royalty would wear but nice enough.

Content with my appearance I strolled out of the room. Julen, the former Mr. Grumpy, was leaning against the wall waiting for me. He glanced at me from the corner of his chocolate eye.

"I don't see why you have to get dressed up", he stated indifferently. Would it kill him to show some emotion once in a while?

"I won't be an appealing victim if I'm covered in grime." See I had a reason that had no involvement in the fact I like to dress up.

And another one when the sorceress finds and frees the missing girls:

I breathed deeply through my nose before working my magic. The rapid heating of the metal made it easy to bend; and my hands, despite being burned, were happy to be free. After quickly healing my hands to being useful again, I undid the gag. Being able to breath through your mouth really is a luxury.

By that point the girls had noticed my escape. "Okay ladies, I need you to stay quiet and don't panic. I'm going to get you out of here."

I then went around releasing them, one by one. The first was quick to ask me, "Who are you? How'd you do that?"

"An undercover agent extraordinar, and magic." I answered in order as I got another girl free. Next I checked them over for injuries; there were only a few minor cuts and bruises from struggling for freedom. I did some quick healing anyway, just in case.

Once that was done I motioned them to silently follow me as I not so silently busted the door down. Hypocrite? Maybe. Awesome? Probably.

edited 9th May '09 7:21:19 PM by Murky Muse