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G6ohwk9u Patrick Tebbe · Author · added 4 months ago
This is from Crow’s Gambit, entered into the Nerdist Contest. This probably isn’t my favorite piece. I’m probably just hungry.

“You are also a very skilled drone pilot.  You do most of your work on the barnstorming circuit but you draw the line at transporting illegal substances like drugs.  Supposedly you also make a decent cup of coffee but your grilled cheese needs some work.”  Neil finished his beer in one more, long swallow.  He pressed the call button for the stewardess.
  
“The grilled cheese is served with a homemade pickle and a sprig of toasted rosemary.  It’s elegant,” Cassie protested.
  
“That’s not what Dale says.  He thinks you need to use a different cheese.  He does speak highly of Mrs. Gardner’s pickles though.”
28954eec79977b1f707fdbba327a364c Maximillian dErembou · Author · added 4 months ago
From my book Nightfall: Book One of the Nightsong Space Opera, currently on the Nerdist Sci-Fi Contest.  Vote for it!

"I name thee Banshee,” she said aloud. Kyrie picked up a titanium-twelve manual snip, and making a laser-pistol shape with her left hand, cleanly snipped off the end of her left trigger finger, just below the nail. Blood spurted out of the severed member, spraying upon the canopy of the Banshee, then running, dripping down her metal hull; Kyrie hardly felt the pain.
And I christen you in blood.” The blood congealed in a mere moment. Kyrie could feel the fingertip re-growing as she watched. “May it make you as invulnerable as I seem to be."

Max D
Qu1h17zg Jonny Capps · Author · edited 5 months ago · 1 like
My story, "The Lies of Destiny", involves a group of scientists and other professionals, attempting to restore human occupancy on the world, 500 years after nuclear war.  Almost 150,000 individuals were placed in a cryogenic state, in protective hovels around the globe, and my novel deals with six of these people.  After waking up in a base christened Syracuse, monitored by an artificial intelligence named Archimedes, some of the group views the world for the first time. 

"Claire nodded. “It looks so peaceful out there,” she agreed. “Even with the untamed wild, there seems to be an organized chaos. It’s almost a shame to disrupt it.”

“We’re humans,” Derrin commented. “Disrupting ecosystems is what we do.”


This line occurs near the end of the first chapter.  I feel like it’s a nice, reactionary statement that helps set the tone and conflict for the rest of the novel.  

14232969 10209004722668385 5166634992224505868 n Tim Reinholt · Reader · edited 5 months ago · 1 like
"Nuns don’t live in families man" Sid said as he started to chuckle. "What?"asked Joneser as he turned to him with a curious look. Sid continued, "Cliffy said ’a family of nuns’, a group of nuns is like,...a...coven or something"
Joneser laughed, "No man, that’s witches!"
Cliffy held his index finger up as if delivering an important point and stated, "The correct term is ’a Murder’, as in, ’I was once attacked by a  Murder of nuns"
27fe5424ca07cb54a91803a77e7bbf1e Quincy Z. Gunderson · Author · edited 5 months ago · 1 like
I’ve got three one-sentence candidates from Chapter 1, which is as far as I’ve gotten so far.

1.  Wasn’t expecting a monster to laugh at me.

2.  The pain was real, so I figured I probably wasn’t dead.

3.  We’re a race of thieves, ruled by thieves, run by thieves, murdering each other to protect our stupid, filthy loot in the vain hope that maybe one day we’ll be able to wall off the rest of humanity, and keep them from taking back the shit we stole from them in the first place. 

I’m hoping to craft enough gems before I’m done that I can’t possibly pick just one.
Profile Sharek Gadd · Author · edited 5 months ago · 1 like
The first thing I heard, that anyone heard, upon boarding the bus was a sophomore named Kenny Keenhound. He wore an army surplus field jacket that smelled like an ashtray full of piss and his acne competed with his unkempt stubble from a low talent summer haircut. He spewed brazen obscenities toward us and the other new kids. He immediately took to flipping Lamech’s ears after he slapped Joe’s books out of his arms. 

From the corner of my eye, I saw Danny rise from the back seat. I glanced at him and saw that his face was white and his eyes were glassy, almost teary, as was typical when he was bombarded with a fit of rage. His chin jutted out, the corners of his lips drawn downward with laser focused hatred. He was roiled and stalking like a panther. I cast my eyes toward Kenny whose crooked, mouth was in such high gear he was clueless about the menace drifting up the aisle, filling the space behind him.

Danny swayed to his left, drawing back a rock shaped fist full of new pencils, and drove a haymaker straight into the side of Keenhound’s head.

The impact slammed Kenny against the foggy window.  Kenny’s skull bobbled around on its pivot until his eyes focused on Danny, who was shaking with rage, standing above him. 

Danny spit and growled through clenched teeth, “Don’t fuck with my brothers!”

Blood flowed from Keenhound’s temple; the wound was held open by a fractured pencil point. He quickly dabbed his palm against his head, looked at his crimson covered hand, and incredulously cried, “You stabbed me with a pencil!” 

Danny’s lips were still pale as he replied, “Don’t fuck with my brothers!” 

Danny crept backward and returned to his seat. His eyes locked in position as if burning holes through Keenhound’s skewered, scrunched up face. Kenny looked for support among his cronies but couldn’t find it. The kids on the bus remained anxiously quiet. Kenny vocalised his disbelief, patting his bleeding wound, “He stabbed me with a pencil?”
303706 10150954327860478 2105082505 n Paul Plante · Author · added 5 months ago
Hard to find one, not sure to pick something silly or serious, and without giving something important away. I guess here’s this one from Steel’s Earth:

Thankfully, for a prestigious guard of a royal family, standing naked while reciting the greatness of Goil Z’s entrepreneurial genius, Huffil Xes III’s philosophy of truths in transactions, until a rose-tinted bell shatters against the northern wall of the house is skipped completely. Instead, it’s exchanged in favour of a five-minute session of small talk over a large mug of tea, and a stick of bread that grows naturally in the gas beds near Goilian royal family’s house. In one such meeting, the Human was told, between long moments of laughter – which, from a Goilian, sounds like two pieces of tree bark snapping against each other while a small creature whines a shrill shriek – that nearly all their philosophies on business transpire with a unique purpose just to spend time laughing about it later. At the business guest’s expense, no doubt.

That one goes on for a bit longer, but I enjoyed writing silly stuff like this in the book.
Userphoto5 original Chaher Alzaman · Reader · edited 5 months ago · 2 likes
Ryan, who helps high school kids with their problem, answers in honesty that he is not sure if he’s making a difference.  At a later scene in the midst of a big brawl, Ryan says:
’Remember the time you asked me: when would I know if I’ve made a difference here.’  ’Yes,’ Mark answered.  ’The day when a fight breaks out, and the students themselves stop it - not me, not the principal, not the security or police but the kids themselves stop the fight. That would be the day when I feel I made a difference,’ Ryan said in a fatigued voice. 
R6rgp3ky Les Abernathy · Author · edited 5 months ago · 1 like
My actual favorite part of my book is the last few paragraphs. I don’t if I love it so much because it’s well written or it meant I was finally done with the epic monster that is was. However, I can’t post it here. You know, spoilers. The following is probably my favorite paragraph that doesn’t give anything away.

Everyone likes to think themselves as having no breaking point.  Consciously, at least.  But subconsciously, deep down everyone knows people have a limit built into themselves somewhere in their genetic code.  Some spend their entire lives testing those limits while most of the human race stays sane enough to keep safety a top priority.  However, life has a sadistic way of reminding people of those breaking points.  Clear cut evidence that everyone is just one bad moment from becoming that horrible thing people never wish to be.  Members of the human race do everything they can to either avoid or prepare for that moment, but truth has killed better things than humanity.  And the truth, is everything breaks.

My project, The Variant War, is at the following page if you want to learn more.
https://www.inkshares.com/books/the-variant-war-71dd0e
Win 20160922 16 57 58 pro · Reader · edited 5 months ago · 1 like

“Wha’ the ****?! Norl’s blessed breath Sir!” the gunner grabbed the front of the colonel’s uniform and hauled him down to a crouch. “You can’t be here, Colonel!” he roared in the old man’s face. Too bad the cannon can’t shoot his breath. We’d have won already.

Mike 1 edited John Michaels · Reader · edited 6 months ago · 1 like

    As I snapped up my pack, a vicious low growl filled the room. Glancing toward the door as my hand loosed the Colt from the holster, I saw Max, standing in a statuesque pose.  His head was low and his lips were drawn back, with glistening teeth shining in the dark. The black mask of his facial coloring was barely visible in the poorly lit room. Jacked muscles that looked out of place on a puppy were drawn tight, and his hips were coiled.  The golden fur was standing along his spine, creating a full mohawk down to his serpentine tail, drawn curled and tense like a scorpion’s before it strikes.

Fire Sale - Death of an Eagle   

Cats were gods egypt Rochelle Campbell · Author · edited 5 months ago · 2 likes
So true! One sentence is hard...
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"The charred walls had hundreds of human eyes embedded within their confines from floor to ceiling, and from width to width.  All of the eyes were a stunning cerulean.  The eyes blinked out of sync with one another making the miscreation seem as if it would tear itself from the foundation and lunge at the undead corpse." - Fury From Hell

Autumn leaves owl K.L. Noone · Author · edited 5 months ago · 2 likes
Picking just one is so hard! Here, have a small section...
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He handled wood-gathering and fire-building and roasting potatoes. Tir offered to help; Ollie scowled at him until he sat down meekly and got out a book. Bandages remained around slim fingers, catching light under distant stars.

They both knew enough not to go hunting or trapping in the Northern Territories; for one thing, it was impolite, given that some fairies could shapeshift, and for another, nobody really knew what eating too much fairy game or fruit would do to a human. Tir said that the local berries and fruit that almost-but-not-entirely resembled apricots were safe, and anyway they were still on the human side of the border; the fruit would’ve adapted itself to less-magic conditions. Oliver considered the almost-apricot and its potential for sentience and deliberate adaptation, and did not eat it. Tirian rolled eyes, got up and picked two, and threw one at him. “You export these, you know.”

“Well…yeah, but—wait, go sit down!”

“And you make wine out of them. Expensive wine.”

“Not me personally,” Ollie said. “I have no clue how to make wine. Yes, I know, you’ve made your point, thank you.” The not-apricot was delicious. “Potatoes in a minute. Read your book.”
Bio pic 2 Ryan Cook · Author · edited 5 months ago · 5 likes
"Where ever you go, I’m coming too."

I love it and I hate it. It’s so simple and unoriginal, and I call back to it several times. It is the best way I can demonstrate a younger sibling’s love for their older sibling.
12289480 10156271511765323 4081754118689539774 n C.L.F. Pereira · Author · edited 9 months ago · 1 like
@Evaric Weicksel  Oooooh - I actually quite like it. I find it rather fetching.
Pyramids Evaric Weicksel · Author · edited 5 months ago · 5 likes
"Cavity inducing cards." I love that!

I rewrote my first chapter this morning and can’t decide if the new opening line is genius or nonsense:

"When you’re the kind of person who murders your whole family, how many sugars do you put in your coffee?"
Tal bio Tal M. Klein · Author · edited 5 months ago · 8 likes
“I don’t get it," I said quizzically staring at the garment she held so proudly in her hands. "What’s the deal with lab coats? You do plenty of work at home in your pajamas, it’s not like wearing a lab coat somehow transforms you into Super Science Girl.”
“It’s to ensure the lab is hygienic and no one is contaminated. You can’t hide stains on a white coat. Mostly though, if you spill a chemical on yourself the idea is that the coat will absorb it or at least give you enough time to prevent the liquid from reaching your clothes or skin.”
“But isn’t this a quantum physics lab?” I asked, “I mean it’s not like you guys are messing with anything dirty.”
"A very astute observation, Doctor Scientist." Sylvia smirked angrily, taking the coat off its hanger and throwing it at me, causing me to crash my car in the game and nearly scold myself with coffee.
“Hey!” I yelled.
“Were you suggesting quantum physicists can’t spill coffee?” she asked, then walked to our room and slammed the door shut. 
12289480 10156271511765323 4081754118689539774 n C.L.F. Pereira · Author · edited 5 months ago · 10 likes
I have a few, but for some reason this section always makes me proud:


Post-boxes, which should have been filled with cavity-inducing cards and well-wishes, were hushed amongst pamphlets alerting all of Argent to her disappearance. Where there should have been glittering, colorful, posters proclaiming good tidings across the city’s walls, there were dreadful black posters that bore the last photograph ever taken of her. Hundreds of pairs of eyes wandered over hers. They hesitated, as though needing a moment to collect themselves, and upon glossing over the information dotting shops decorated with wreaths, lights, spiralling ribbons, and plump bows that tied themselves, every witch and wizard dusted off their hands, lowered their heads, and silently thought to themselves – ‘What a crying shame.’ Then, they continued about their holiday business, pondering over many life-altering decisions such as whether cranberry sauce was really all that better than cranberry jelly. 

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