200-Word Excerpt

Leyelle 2024-02-10 20:06:10 UTC #25

Oh goodness, i hope not with everything in me

RNJayne 2024-02-10 20:09:19 UTC #26

It is out there in the universe. It cannot be unsaid. waits for it to manifest

TinaAnderson 2024-02-18 14:07:41 UTC #27

Title: The Lion & The Owl
Genres: LGBTQ+/Historical/Action/Ero
Rating: R18 (MCs love their fight-sex)
**Warning: The following excerpt contains mild violence, heavy eroticism. **
Reader discretion is advised.

Scipio sits on the bench and stares at the druid’s manhood, hanging thick from the bush between his bony hips. Ribs crown a flat belly, where that strange naval begs for a man’s juice. He twists the cord around his hand and yanks the druid into his arms.

Bony fingers grip his thighs as the druid raises his face to the steamy expanse. His jugular pulses against Scipio’s lips and the citrusy brine on his captive’s skin tantalizes as wet curls drip aromatic water onto his knuckles. A lick and a kiss provoke nothing until Scipio’s teeth sink into the flesh beneath his jawbone.

Limp for no more than a blink, the druid’s dark eyes roll, and his fingers dig deeper into Scipio’s thighs.

“Have you admitted defeat, A-dawn?”

The druid’s head drops, and lusty eyes promise anything. He wavers on his feet. Pouty lips open just enough to let slip the tip of his tongue—CRACK—pain floods Scipio’s skull after their foreheads collide.

Leyelle 2024-02-18 14:18:22 UTC #28

I want to laugh, but I can’t.

Bite my lip - my heart doing frantic somersaults as I try to figure out how to best break the news-

Andrew…

Shatter his pretty daydream, that we all ended up okay.

Andrew…about Kat…

I don’t hit send - backtrack and erase - rephrase.

Try to put it lightly - water it down - coat it in sprinkles.

There’s no way to make this pretty.

Andrew…before we meet up, I think you should know…

That sounds too awkward…

How am I supposed to just drop this on him out of the blue?

He’d be blindsided - devastated-

Why does it have to be like this?

I guess it’s what I get for trying to lie through sealed lips, but this is the whole reason I-

Never told him about the accident.

I’m still trying to figure out how I can make this reality hurt him less than it hurt us.

Not part of the excerpt but i find i interesting what we're willing to do for other's that we won't do for ourselves.

yumeryuu 2024-02-18 14:33:20 UTC #29

How Silas hated her. Even without a soul of his own to feel, he knew he hated her. Yona knew damn well he neither ate nor drank. And neither could Sky, at least not in the physical sense. The Collector didn't move from his spot next to Sky when Ms. Yona drew near. Only his eyes narrowed.

"Oh lighten up, Silas." Yona smiled, a slight shake of her head while rolling her eyes. Taking the cup from the cup holder, she lifted it to wave it in his face. "There's nothing in your cup. I just thought you'd appreciate the gesture."

Coffee or not, Silas still thought she was a bitch.

The secretary grinned at his dead silence before looking to Sky, a more gentle expression crossing her face. She plucked the second coffee cup from the holder and offered it to the ghost girl with a wink.

"This one's for you."

RNJayne 2024-02-19 03:18:15 UTC #30

A barrel of laughs to be sure. Thanks for sharing.

GunmetalSkies 2024-02-19 03:51:59 UTC #31

Since I just dropped the new chapter tonight:

“Impetuous and impertinent. As always.” The guardian’s voice surrounded him. Eli thought he detected a bit of humor in it, though assuming anything about the Atageà would be pure folly. They were the dogs who would wag a tail for you even as they sunk their teeth into your thigh. Still, he enjoyed the idea of it. Him amusing them. A certain fondness to it even. Bowing her head, she continued, “We have expected nothing less from you at this point. You have been warned, and that warning still stands, child of shadow.”

“Yes, yes. I’m well aware of all my faults and all your grievances. Consider your warning heard, and I promise to take care, watch my step, plan accordingly, and so on and so forth,” Eli said. He couldn’t help grinning at her.

Leyelle 2024-02-29 19:04:42 UTC #32

Title: Sun with a Paper Crown
Genres: Romance, Drama
Rating: PG-13?

With a sigh, I drop the brush, watching the paint spit from the bristles and fly through the air like lusterless fireworks before they rain back down onto the table in lavender splats.

I just want some tea.

Flicking the light on in the kitchen, despite the more than sufficient sunshine blazing in through the open windows, I put a kettle on and stand on tip-toe to grab the Thai tea from the top shelf, unsure why I ever put anything up there, considering that it’s practically impossible for me to reach.

I lean against the counter to wait as the tea boils, but keep my eyes on the tile, knowing good and well that it will nervously refuse to ever come to temperature if I’m staring it down.

The electric light hums with an eerie glow that reminds me of hospitals.

I could move three paces and turn it back off, but I stay where I am and tolerate the anxiety soaking slowly into my skin like a cold rain.

Leyelle 2024-03-01 20:19:55 UTC #33

Title: Sun with a Paper Crown
Genres: Romance, Drama
Rating: PG-13?

Worst case scenario-

Don’t.

Despite what therapy says, that never helps if you’re an overthinker like me. I look at my hands and count up to three. Breathe. Three again.

I could think of a higher number.

I could think of something else.

So, shoes?

Melissa texted me a picture of a new dress she bought last week. The most adorable little red tartan thing I’ve ever seen, but she says her husband already threatened to burn it. She says she’ll gift it to me.

“That way my baby can live somewhere where she’ll be loved.”

But my b-

My not-boyfriend - not sweetheart - equally significant other - would hate it too.

Not that it matters considering the fact that we’re not dating. Considering the fact that he doesn’t even want anyone to know…that we’re going out.

Destiny, or Fate, bangs on that door again. I take another shot of burning ‘butterflies’ and they tear through my insides, setting everything aflame.

RNJayne 2024-03-05 16:54:36 UTC #34

I say she should wear what she wants, even if her secret bf would hate it. Her body, her choice, no?

RNJayne 2024-03-05 16:56:03 UTC #35

LOL my (expired) Thai tea is up on a shelf I can't reach, too.

I like this excerpt: the words paint a vivid picture.

Leyelle 2024-03-05 16:56:53 UTC #36

oh she wears whatever she likes, he never tries to force her to do otherwise, though he's more than willing to let her know how awful her tee-shirt dresses are

This is inspired by my own vertically challenged nature. i can't see the top shelf in my own kitchen,

I'm glad you like the excerpt, considering the nature of the story, painting vivid pictures is essential

RNJayne 2024-03-05 16:58:07 UTC #37

Then hopefully she feels just as free to tell him when he makes less-than-awesome fashion choices.

Leyelle 2024-03-05 16:58:45 UTC #38

she would feel free lol, except he never ever does, unless you count his hospital gown, but he can't help that

Leyelle 2024-03-07 02:56:36 UTC #39

this is gonna have to be much less than 200, as there are only minis out for this series rn. But i'll share two excerpts.

"I'm Jealous"

"Jiminie says 'Xs and Os" means hugs and kisses."

lol., no more clarity

and one from DITRD:

As the first rush of the painkillers bleeds through my system I lose touch with my surroundings, almost convinced I’m standing in a vast emptiness, watching the clouds blot out the sun, and submerge me in sticky black. Sweat glitters on every inch of unbroken skin, and pools in places I didn’t know I could sweat, saturating my hair and running down my face, into my eyes.

It’s washed out by a scorching bright- pure white, with spots of noxious neon.

The endless hum of over-bright. LED. electric lights. sings in my ears like a chorus of skittish cicadas, fanning their wings, as if they’re desperate to escape. I can’t blame them. Trembling like a miniature earthquake. My body tries to make sense of this cataclysm that’s left my world seeing stars.

My head spins again, turning bodies topsy turvy. Smearing faces into the paint. Baptized with blood in the white space. I’m not even sure when I woke up or how long I’ve spent lying here, staring at the walls or the ceiling. My senses are all scrambled. Am I facing the left or the right? Am I hearing or feeling the voices crashing around me, a barrage of nervous wrecks? I swim in the excruciating sensation, almost blacking out. I feel as though I'm hanging from the rafters by my hair, and the pressure in my neck only increases with every crash of my heartbeat. My mouth defies me as I try to call for a nurse - my jaw is locked tight as if it’s been screwed shut and it's stubbornly set on staying that way for the moment. The whole thing fills. With bitter bile. I can’t swallow. And I try desperately not to drown before somebody finds me.

Leyelle 2024-03-07 03:03:47 UTC #40

this is me seeing this comment weeks later...

I've never actually listened to MCR though my brother has. Most of the artists Kattar listens to I've listened to as well, but MCR is the exception. I've only heard a cover of the song "Cancer."

That said, I share tastes with Kattar and Alicia so I'm razzing both my own interests in this scene lol.

Did your tickets get refunded?

RNJayne 2024-03-09 03:13:36 UTC #41

From the last chapter of Crimson:

“Mr. Colin!” a tenor tone warbled on his left, practically rendering him deaf.

Grimacing, Gabriel turned toward the voice’s origination. He noticed a pair of adoring eyes directly above his own, staring at him in rapturous, awed amazement. As he appraised the exquisiteness of the creature standing beside his car, his expression softened.

The boy looked no older than seventeen: the epitome of youthful beauty and promise—the kind of boy mothers would gladly flaunt in public, and fathers would secretly admire from the corners of their eyes. A boy who would invite stares, rather than reject them. His eyes were a stunning shade of light brown, with tiny flecks of gold along the outskirts of the irises. Full, generous lips begged for kisses to corrupt them. There was a gleam of charmingly crooked teeth that glimmered like pearls in the dusky twilight. Shaggy, impeccably dyed auburn hair (a similar shade to Gabriel’s) framed the oval-shaped face just right. Long bangs brushed alluringly against the curves of sculpted cheekbones. His skin was fresh: untainted by blemishes, with a tawny richness that boasted its own natural sheen. Tiny beads of perspiration adorned his silken upper lip like miniature diamonds.

Leyelle 2024-03-09 17:53:37 UTC #42

I glance around the room to try to distract myself from the embarrassment, too flustered to trust myself to look him in the eye.

I catch sight of his medical bag on the sofa.

“Did you want your…?” I trail off, nodding my head toward the black satchel.

There’s a fraction of a pause - no more than a breath, but I feel it, a milli-moment before he shrugs with affected lightness as if to say, “Whatever.”

I turn to grab the bag but am stopped short by a sudden movement out of the corner of my eye. Before I can comprehend exactly what I saw, I’m being pulled back to my starting point by the stupid pink sash.

I stumble backward, but it doesn’t come untied this time.

“For goodness sake!” I stammer, flushing red up to the roots of my hair.

“Oh look, 2nd time’s the charm.”

Somehow his easy-going manner is even more embarrassing than the antics themself.

“Do you need something? Like a chew toy maybe?” I ask as I adjust the twisted sash crossly.

“I was pulling for service.”

estArtemis 2024-03-09 18:55:47 UTC #43

Love this! Here's an excerpt from my most recent posted chapter for Alabaster.

“We thank you for your willingness to participate in this study. In this ever-changing and dangerous world, our government strives to always stay ahead of the curve, to keep the edge on those who would do us and our country harm.”
Hunter attempted to absorb all the computer voice had announced as a girl yelped beside him, jumping back. The floor had cracks traveling across it, forming two large squares. Hunter started to back away towards where he knew the door had been, dread pooling in his stomach.
“This study, if proven successful,” the intercom said, giving pause.
The squares melted down, leaving pits of darkness as a vibrating noise started up.
“Will give us that edge.”
Hunter’s back had slapped into the wall as he tried to comprehend what was now emerging from the pits.
“What is happening,” he whimpered.
Two Obsidian nosen had been lifted into their room. They towered over the balking teenagers, the girl from before letting out a wail as her legs buckled underneath her.
The intercom clicked on once more to declare, “Let the Obsidian trail begin.”

Glofernwolfe 2024-03-11 03:20:18 UTC #44

Yup! All of it