Quotes From Your Own Work!

[Story Keeper]

Insightful/Epic

Without fear James snarled at the blood-stained young man and said through gritted teeth,
"Now go, and count yourself lucky. But if ever you have a reason to run I won't hesitate to pursue." The man simply stared at him.
"Go!" And with that he limped into the nearest alley.

Funny

James asked nervously,
"Are you-?"
"No, I am quite sane." Before he could ask something else, the stranger said,
"I'm not that, either." She seemed to have read his mind.
"You're psychic? A fortune teller?"
"Of course not! I can barely see my own shoes, let alone anyone's palm."

[limelightqueen]

From A Gentlemen's Game.

Ellie stopped in her tracks, frozen in the spot. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, trying to count to ten like all the books had said. But she only got to three before she had had enough of counting and was ready to scream. When she turned around Leo was still standing in the same spot, leaning against the subway entrance like there he hadn’t a care in the world. His arms were crossed, his gaze defiant. She met his blue eyes with her own.

“I am not a spoiled little princess,” She shot at him, each word punctuated with an angry, gasp of cold air.

“Since when?” Leo asked her. He wasn’t moving away from the fence guarding the stairway from passersby. Although a man in a wheelchair sat near inches away, holding a cup in one hand and a sign proclaiming that he was a hungry Vietnam vet in the other, Leo looked as comfortable as he had leaning against the bar at le Jazz the night they’d met. Through a year, a child and eighty-three million dollars he, unlike Ellie, had managed to retain the enviable coolness of the unburdened youth.

“Since ever,” Ellie yelled back.

“Ever?” He shot back with a mean laugh. “Sweetheart, Elise Thorne has never worked day in her life. You were born with a Tiffany's silver spoon in your mouth. Daddy Thorne bought you straight A’s through prep school and then clear free to the Ivies. And when that got too difficult, well, you ran off. And once you got yourself in trouble, and slumming it with commoners like me stop being an adventure and started to seem too difficult as well, what did you do?”

The question lingered unanswered in the cold February air. Ellie knew what he would say but her pride would not allow her to say it herself, no matter how true it was.

“You ran away again. You ran your pretty little pregnant behind all the way back to Manhattan and cried to your daddy. And because of that, because of you, I am in this mess. I was happy in New Orleans. I was happy tending a dirty bar in a sleazy town. But then you had to walk into that gin joint and screw it all up. Now, I am stuck in this situation, I am stuck trying to save a girl’s life by putting my neck on the line, because you were too selfish to leave well enough alone here in New York!”

Ellie took a slow step towards him, and then, once she seemed sure in her movement and intent, she took two more until she was standing right in front of him, glaring at his handsome face. She raised her left hand and Leo flinched, afraid of the slap that he was sure would soon land upon his cheek. Instead, with a plink a diamond ring fell into the vet’s cup. She gave him a long, cool stare.

“That is how selfish I am.” She told him before walking away. Although he stared after her until she turned the corner Ellie did not look back. And when he got back home to that beautiful apartment he so hated she would not be there.

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This first scene is when one of the main characters, Troy, is being tortured. They stop it for a moment to heal his wounds so that he can last longer.

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“Talon,” Cronos said. “See that our guest gets his medicine.”

Footsteps approached and a low whine escaped Troy’s mouth. He cursed himself for it as he felt hands on him and he fought a scream as memories of the barbed wire and of Pain came rushing back, but the hands found his mouth and stuck a pill in-

-kill these fuckers, they are going to pay-

His rage swelled and he snarled, half sitting up and biting down on the finger until it came off, spitting it out and smiling, knowing they could see it as Talon screamed. Troy licked the blood from his lips, laughing, and a foot connected with his stomach, winding him, but he turned his gasp into another laugh-

-Cal-Cal-Cal-Alex-Alex-Alex-Cass-Cass-Cass-Marth-Marth-Marth-Jeremy-

Their faces and the anger would save him. The suns continued to shine brightly in his mind, warming him again.

“Contain yourself, Talon.” Cronos said, and Troy fought to keep his bravado as the master approached. “Reaper will make him pay tomorrow.”

There was a slight breeze, Cronos’ voice close and above him. “I don’t like hurting my family,” he said softly. “But you need discipline. You think you are supposed to rule me, but that is my duty alone. You must learn. How long it takes for the lesson to sink in is up to you.”

Troy made a guess, spitting into the air to the left of his face. Judging by Reaper’s hiss of fury and Cronos’ slight grunt, he’d guessed right.

“I’ll kill all of you before I say anything,” Troy rasped.

“Master,” Reaper growled. “He dared insult you and spat in your face! Let me get him now, I promise he’ll talk!”

Cronos said nothing for a moment, walking away. “Reaper,” he said softly, menacingly. “He’s all yours.”

And then this next one is with Cal (the protagonist) and Marth, a guy that is constantly rude to her, threatening her, and then also flirting with her in ways she finds creepy. She knows that it is all a front, but he always pisses her off and they end up screaming at each other more often than not.

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Marth smirked. “Go brush your hair and straighten your crown, princess.” He smiled suddenly, a smile Cal didn’t like at all. “Unless,” he said softly, and in the next moment he was in front of her, Cal pressed back against the wall, his arms on either side of her head, feeling utterly trapped.

“Unless you happen to want a consort, princess,” Marth whispered.

Fury bubbled in her, like a volcano ready to burst. Her voice stayed surprisingly level, even as she fought the urge to hurt him in any way she could. “Get away from me. Now.”

Marth chuckled, touching his finger to her cheek. She flinched back, trying to slap his hand away. “Don’t touch me.”

Smirking, Marth pressed himself closer, and in the next second, Cal had drawn her knife, and it was at his neck. She felt terrible satisfaction at seeing his eyes widen.

“Stop doing this,” she hissed. “You don’t really want me. Touch me, speak to me like that again, and I will find a way to hurt you.”

Something slipped in his face, then, and Cal saw wild fear. Not of her, she knew. Still angry, she drew back the knife just a little. “Why do you keep doing this, Marth?”

He smirked again, but it didn’t seem like before. It was almost as if the hinges in his mouth were loose. “Thinking of having a nice sharing of feelings with me? Wanting me to bare my soul? How kind.”

“What I want,” Cal said tightly, “is to understand why you do these things you obviously hate doing.”

For a moment, she thought that he would speak, say something besides another joke or evasion. But he did the opposite.

“Looks like we don’t really have to worry about you anymore.” He put his finger between the knife blade and his neck. “Seems you have all the right killer instincts.”

[MeghanJH]

From the essay La Madrina that I am working on:

It is said that women from the English-Smith family have always been made out of piss and vinegar. Maggie Smith embodied this saying by being a woman that, even during the early twentieth century, wouldn't let anyone walk over her and slept with a sawed off shotgun and a six-shooter. However, Maggie also had a dash of southern sugar in her that made her a generous soul that helped everyone she could in whatever way she could (even if those means were sometimes illegal).

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He might not have liked the woman, but dad without her was like the Sahara without a watering tin on your belt; insufferable and too much to bear in one day

- From a piece I titled Triangular, now titled (in my head) Our Normal

Puke was everywhere and Jenna made the sight funnier by squealing like she had seen a mouse the size of a dog run by her feet; I tried not laughing but I couldn’t help myself

-I like this part.

A shiner graced one side of her face while the other was scarred with finger scratches too large to be her own; I asked what had happened and she snapped, “Nothing,” I knew better but she wouldn’t fess up; my sister changed into a battered woman overnight and there was nothing I could do.

-A more serious one from Our Normal

Okay I'm done quoting...for now.

[Mikashi]

Zacharia went down on his knees, shuffling through his bag for equipment, first he grabbed his walkie-talkie.
“This is Officer Zacharia Xives speaking, I am reporting now from the scene at the Vernat residence, and I am requesting back-up.”
The other side of the frequency was a bunch of noise until someone connected, “This is Officer Jasmina Xerxes speaking; I’ll be coming in as your back-up, unfortunately.”
“What a sad thing to say, Jasmina, such a hateful words.” Zacharia frowned.
“That’s because I do hate you, exponentially, you seem to be under the misconception that all women are there for your unwanted flirtations, and you do so, indiscriminately, even if they are taken, and that pisses me off.”
“Ah, if you want, I’ll say them only to you.” Zacharia replied, but he heard no response, which meant she probably hung up.

--The Engraved, Chapter Five

Veran continued to look around, and he finally found her, and the girl examiner. To him, it seemed as if they were doing a staring contest, except to find out who could scowl better. He sighed and walked forward to them; he lifted both of his hands, and pushed their faces away from each other, which caused them to be a little startled.
“Jasmina, if you have time to settle your scowling match some other time, we have a case that needs solving…most of which I have already done. So, time to go back to the Vernat residence. Or do I need to drag you?”
“Don’t act so familiar with me, dammit, and no thanks pal. I can walk on my own two feet.” She sneered, and started to stomp forward.
“Ooh, how touchy.” Veran smiled.
“Shut up!” She ordered him, which didn’t come to pass, as he was still taunting her.
She turned and yelled at him in front of everyone, “Do you have something that you need to say? Spit it out already!” after embarrassing herself, her cheeks turned a slight pink.
“Why turning pink? Are you expecting a confession?” He teased, and then replied seriously when she tried to smack him, “Nah, seeing you agitated like this is much more fun.”
“I knew there was a reason I despised you when I first encountered you. You’re a bastard hiding behind that oppressive, fake smile.”
“You do realize that ‘bastard’ and ‘oppressive’ mean practically the same thing right, given the context? So then wouldn’t you say that I’m not hiding my true colors at all?”
Jasmina was too tired to give him a rebuttal, so she just sighed and started to ignore him. Veran slightly frowned at the fact that he can’t tease her anymore, and just open-fire taunts would be tasteless. He sighed, pulled his bangs out of his face.

--The Engraved, Chapter Five

[shiko]

My fanfiction that I'm writing with the incubus in it.

The blond sat Indian style on the bed “Nuh-uh~! I’m here sitting right in front of you, right? So common sense would dictate that I do exist. You are refusing to believe what’s in front of you. You know that ‘thing’ you saw in that dream you just had was me because we can inter dreams but also exist outside of the realms of dreams.”
The incubus looked at Ciel with a grin “You wanna put your pants on or leave them off?” blushing, he put on a clean pair of pants. “Okay, I believe you but why me?” Ciel asked “Hm, I thought you were cute.” Alois simply replied “Also you seemed stressed so I wanted to help relieve it.”

Something Like A Romance, Chapter one.

[neoeevee]

"...You know what? It's magic. You got super powers by being injected with Red Data animal DNA because it's magic. There, does that satisfy you!? DOES EVERYTHING IN THIS WORLD NEED A RATIONAL, SCIENTIFIC EXPLANATION?"

"...but you really can't just stick genetic material in like that and expect magic. Now, if it was alchemy..."

"MAGIC, DAMNIT."

Ryou then went to sulk in the corner while Ed continued to pick apart his argument on the whole Lego Genetics giving special little girls super powers idea. He got over it by designing new uniforms for his Petting Zoo Power Rangers to wear while working at the cafe.

[Melon Collies [Mo]]

From a scene of a story I'm working on. Keep in mind my narrator is being tortured(?) in his "friend's" bathroom. And thy're both boys.

I sat there for endless excruciating moments, humiliating sobs convulsing my body and my shoulder pulled back yet again so that my muscles felt as though they were snapping, fiber by terrible fiber. Aiden simply stood and watched me sob, not laughing, but just smiling. Smiling that evil smile.
He wasn’t handsome anymore.
So why did I still feel so warm and faint in his now threatening presence?
“Isn’t this much better than before?”
“W…what?” I croaked feebly, daring to look into those hostile sapphire eyes.
“You said that nothing could ever feel as bad as being kicked under the desk, and being called illegitimate. So don’t you feel so much better, Jay? Aren’t I such I good friend?”
The amusement in his tone and the way he used my words against me sent my stomach roiling. I shut my eyes and gave a choking sob of utter defeat.
“Say it. Say I’m a good friend.”
I just gave another whimper in response. He’d used me. He’d used me down to my very last stand. He never was a good friend-- he might have acted like one, but he would never be my friend.
“Jay.”
The single utterance of my name reduced me to sniveling beseeching. “You’re a good friend. You’re the best friend I could ever ask for. You’re my best friend ever.”
I knew I’d pleased him. He chuckled in a low voice. “And?”
I looked up at him again. “And…?”
“Is there anything else you’d like to tell me?”
I knew what he was asking for. He could see the sweat, the tears, the blush on my face. He knew what I felt.
Ultimate failure. Rejection. Misery.
“I love you.”
I choked out the words quietly. I’d been waiting forever to say those three words. Why did it have to be now, of all the terrible times?
“I love you more than I could ever describe. More than anyone will ever know.”
“And do you still love me?”
The question caught me off guard. I avoided his gaze and I began to shiver violently. Did I? Even with this terrible humiliation, the binding, the glass, the smile, the laugh…
“Yes.”

[Story Keeper]

I came up with this one just now and found it amusing.

"Have you been drinking again?" he asked in a mockingly slow and clear voice.

"Stop trying to sound profound. You can't do it properly; at least not without sounding like a tomtuck."

Tomtuck is Cockney for fool.

Hannah gave Kandar a sorrowful look.
"I'll tell you if you like, Mister, but I warn you that the story's grim. Unless of course you want me to explain the absurd shortness of my hair-"
"Please, Miss Druitt, don't pain yourself," he replied, "You have painful memories; I can see it in your eye. Don't feel the need to explain your past."
"Thank you for the offer, Mister, but I feel obliged to explain myself."

[shiko]

"Don't worry, Arthur. I'll teach these girls to be their own person, I can do it! It doesn't need any special type of women. All women can do it! They just need a good example is all and that means you're gonna see me around more often!" - Alice Rei, [insert title here]

[annabellamy]

Sylvan: "One of the Angels is in homosexual union with the son of the commander of the enemy battalion? Is this correct?"
Magnus: "It is, General."
Morgan: "Just brilliant! If we didn't already look racist, misogynistic, euro-supremist and anti-transgender, we can at least look homophobic!"
Sylvan: "... I hope that was sarcasm, Morgan."

[Admin]

“You are disgusting Roman filth. You are a weakling who cares more about your appearance than aiding your family.” Rhoswen said through clenched teeth as she grabbed Tully’s wrists and pulled her close, “And if I catch you insulting any of my brothers again, I will not hesitate to scar every part of your face!”

- From the 6th chapter of Stolen

[Admin]

“You are nothing more than Roman filth. You are a weakling who cares more about your appearance than aiding your family.” Rhoswen said through clenched teeth as she grabbed Tully’s wrists and pulled her close, “And if I catch you insulting any of my brothers again, I will not hesitate to scar every part of your face!”

- From the 6th chapter of Stolen

[arcanius]

"Do you know what is the meaning and purpose of everything, do you know what ultimate goal we seek with all the means of the universe, what is this meaning this... Purpose to which we build and destroy.... It is nothing, there is no meaning, no purpose, no goal, the entire universe in itself is mindless and pointless. The one thing bringing purpose into it, is us, rational creatures, even if we can't accept it and create religions and gods to fool our own minds and grant them the power of purpose. And I will not have the purpose of the universe be vile and corrupted, even if it means to destroy life over and over again to the end of time."
- Zarien, "villain" speech -


"Such are the ways of the corrupted, kill them, kill them all, destroying it is the only way to avoid its influences."
- Corrupted High priest Arios, giving orders to his forces -

These two are from something I've been working on lately

[KeyOfTheTwilight]

I guess I could give it a try.

Quote(s) from Snowflakes-Bully Fanfiction:

Snowflakes Chapter 4

Kei, has finally made it back to the girl's dorm and plopped the box down and proceeded to work on other work from other classes. Mandy just got back as well. Though, she stared down at Kei looking like she's smelled a dead animal or something. She looked at her a little longer and went to her closet to get her pom poms,

"So. I've heard you and Johnny are seeing each other."

Kei abruptly stopped what she was doing,

"I'm sorry?"

"I think you've heard me right. You and Johnny Vincent." Mandy pressed,

Kei shook her head and scoffed,

"That's obviously not true. We're not dating."

"Oh, really? Then what was it that I hear you and him are going out to town?" Mandy told her looking peeved,

Kei continued whatever she's doing and asked,

"Why do you care? You sound like you're jealous or something. I thought you're dating that Tad person."

Mandy glared at her,

"It's Ted. And I'm not jealous. Just know. Even though Johnny Vincent is dating you doesn't mean you're better than me."

Kei just scoffed at her,

"It doesn't matter who is better. Shouldn't you being going to practice other than to waste my time?"

Mandy scowled at her then scoffed again,

"Whatever. Hope your date with Johnny goes down the rut."

Snowflakes Chapter 5

"Are your family really the Japanese mafia?"

She looked at him now like he's the one with two heads and chuckle to herself,

" I believe the right term is Yakuza." She told him amused with the question. He glared at her feeling kind of embarrassed,

"I-I know that?! I just… Forgot the name…"

She gave him an actual, genuine smile. He could feel his face turn hot. He turned his head away from her to hide it,

"W-well?! Ain't you gonna answer?!"

She continued to smile at him and spoke to him teasingly,

"Maybe."

And yeah....