My Fellow Novelists, Copy and Paste a Paragraph From Your Novel that You're Proud of!

Harmony-S-S 2019-03-21 11:21:31 UTC #7

I'll do something from Dragon Tamer! Here we go! (I picked one of Destiny's dreams...my favorite one! XD)

I woke up in a field, the grass was green and the trees were filled with blooming flowers that only blossomed in the breezing wind that passed by. The sun was shining over the horizon giving the sky a light orange to its hazing blue. I walked over to one of the trees and picked a flower from its branches. The petals were a delicate pink. I rubbed my fingers through its petals, the flower was so fragile.

Suddenly, the flower turned to ash and fell through my hands. The ground turned black and the trees were deep black with fire on its branches. The sky was a fiery red and the breeze was filled with smoke.

I heard a thud behind me. I slowly turned around to see a shadow with red eyes. I ran as fast as I could, not even looking back. The more I ran the closer I felt the shadow was getting to me. I kept running until I tripped. My hands were stained with the green grass that was now ash. I looked behind me to see what I tripped over. I scooted back when I saw a skeleton. To my horror, it was a human skeleton.

Ashwin_S_D_Byss 2019-03-21 16:03:35 UTC #8

Warning this contains implied suicide so if it triggers you do not read!!!
I just really like this part, i don't know why but i just really like it

"...In a little over five seconds, I would be nothing but a bloody stain on the face of the earth.

Five,

The sickly sweet but rich scent of Earl Grey.

Four,

There was something else wasn't there?, my mouth watered ever so slightly at the familiar smell of whipped cream from the charlotte cake.

Three,

This was taking far to long. It seemed as though gravity was slacking off.

Two,

One could hear the song of the great reed warbler from half a mile away.

One.

Finally,

I thought as I anticipated the pain, my eyes glazed over in a euphoric high saturated with maddening lust awaiting the passionate love story between reaper and mortal dancing in an eternal tango to the melodious cadence of breaking bones and bathing in cold blood of past corpses. I felt a smile creep on my face as I anticipated the gratifying pain.

Zero.

Pain that wasn't to be.

I felt my body twist mid-air according to a will of its own. I watched as though a bystander as I landed on my feet, and in one swift motion shoved my hands in my pocket. Quite an uneventful morning if I did say so myself."

qrt 2019-03-21 17:20:59 UTC #9

I have a lot of favourites from the earlier parts of this novel because that was where imo my humour was most surreal, but I've got a recent moment I'm really proud of because their dynamic's still good over the phone.

“So,” I say, into the phone.

“So,” Smith echoes back, and then laughs. It’s a small but nervous half-strangled giggle, which takes me aback, because now I want to see what his face looks like. He’d pull back, embarrassed? Or would he own it? “Sorry. You must think I’m bad at talking on the phone. I mean, I’d like to think I’m not, but I don’t really prefer it.”

“Oh, shit,” I say, because I never considered that. “Well, we could text.”

“You don’t have a smartphone. Why would I make you do that?”

I don’t know. Maybe I want to. “I don’t want to make you do anything you don’t want to do. Though in all honesty, you’re way better at being talkative on the phone than me.” Unlimited minutes is a waste on me.

“It’s okay. If I didn’t want to talk to you on the phone, I wouldn’t have told you to call me back.” Then he pauses. “And I’m only like this because it’s you I’m talking to.”

“Still,” I say, enamored.

“Still?” Smith teases.

TJSchongar 2019-03-21 22:15:52 UTC #10

This is a great idea! Here's a section from chapter 4 of my novel:

Few things in life are so terrible that they cannot be made better with sushi. Fortunately, there was a Japanese restaurant down a nearby side street. Unfortunately, Thade was in the middle of the first situation he had ever encountered where the impending arrival of his favorite food did little to soothe him.

The restaurant was close to empty, so they had the entirety of the square sushi bar to themselves. They sat on either side of the one accessible corner, perpendicular to each other. Thade ordered a green tea, which he was primarily using to warm his hands and have something to fidget with. Cassian got a personal bottle of sake, and was pouring his second cup before he spoke. “Y’know, it’d be fantastic if you said something.”

Thade started to chew on the inside of one cheek.

“Anything? ‘You’re crazy?’ Or maybe, ‘Do you think I’m crazy?’ That’s a classic.”

Classic or not, Thade only stared harder into the depths of his tea cup while keeping his head high.

Cassian changed tactics. He fell silent himself, knocking back his sake, and stared at his stoic companion. His resolve did not last long, though. “Christ, you put the Ice Queen to shame, you know that? Come on, say anything!”

For one piercing, satisfyingly vindictive moment, Thade considered replying with “anything.” But one of them had to be the adult, and if it wasn’t going to be the man who claimed to be three times older than him, then it might as well be the teenager.

Pan 2019-03-21 22:23:13 UTC #11

IT WAS TOO HARD TO CHOOSE! I ended up going with this excerpt from chapter 56 of this baby:

Art opens his mouth, hesitates. “I know how you feel about me. I need you to change. I can’t be with the person you are now. You must change, or I can’t come back.”

Jean doesn't utter a word, and for Art, that makes his decision painfully clear. Water stings his eyes, tears forming fast in the corners, but he cannot let them fall, fights them for all he’s worth.

“Goodbye, Doctor Dubois.”

Jean tilts his head, soft hair brushing against Art's face, his lips to Art’s cheek, then to the other. Their bodies are close, and it feels oddly like an embrace.

In his ear, Jean breathes, “Au revoir, mon amour.”

Pan 2019-03-21 22:30:48 UTC #12

HNNN I'm going to do another one from a different story because this one makes me laugh

Against the far wall of the bedroom hangs a single mirror, the width of broad shoulders and the height of a toddler. It’s the only thing that isn’t dusty. Felix points to it. “That’s the only thing they left. Isn’t it creepy?”

Rose is breathing hard, and Prince can’t help but find it a little funny. “How does your dad do this for a living?” Rose hisses, feet firmly planted in the hallway.

“Maybe your mom is right, Rose,” Prince teases, cuffing a hand on Rose's shoulder. “I don’t think you should watch Ghost Docs alone.”

Felix is smiling, and Prince thinks it might even look a little smug. “I’ve seen almost every episode,” he reveals. “Honestly, I don’t think most of the houses are really haunted, but this one seems like it would be. Anyway, you see enough of them, and it starts to get old. I don’t really believe in ghosts.”

The mirror shatters.

ratscout 2019-03-21 22:49:11 UTC #13

This is great and poetic, and I did not expect the ending <3

ratscout 2019-03-21 22:50:57 UTC #14

Ooo very good descriptive qualities here! I love it!

JeanGuillet 2019-03-22 00:12:47 UTC #15

This was, roughly, how Xander came to be drinking himself into a coma for the second time this week, all the while pretending that the chill of the island evening drowned out his latest vivisection's unutterable subsonic screams. He sat in a plush green armchair making faces as the room wheeled around him, forming fisheye geometries at the slightest movement of his head. Dinner, so rudely interrupted that fateful night, had been replaced days later by cheap Monterey Jack and under-yeasted, not-quite-sour-dough bread that crumbled together into an unappetizing mush. Xander couldn’t quite account for how long it had taken, to convince him to start this dreadful undertaking, and he especially didn’t like contemplating the necessity of maintaining this course for an indefinite future. His shaking fingers slipped over the surface of his wineglass, leaving brownish smears on the outside of the glass that dried cassis black. He had not washed since completing his surgery.
Seventy-two hours ago, he had not thought that he would ever give a second thought to his aging vascular system. Especially not the rhythmically contracting muscle that centered his involuntary physical existence, the synchronic clock; that’s what it was. It merely vibrated, crystalline, inside, keeping to its own time, without referencing any external force or impulse. No one had ever accused him of sentimentality. He didn’t have a heart. Ask Grant. Ask anyone.
In one corner of the room, an old-style phonograph rattled away on a priceless antique Andalusian table, fine rosewood done in quilted geometric spirals, endlessly circling a tolerable recording of Mack the Knife. The tinny sound ebbed and flowed as it was challenged by the slow-rolling sonic boom from the laboratory. His malbec vibrated into a perfect concentric sine wave as the noise resonated again through the room.
Grant was barreling down the hallway. Out for blood.

Maps 2019-03-22 00:32:40 UTC #16

Roenan's got it hard, yo!

"As he watched the trees, a bird landed on one of the larger branches and it was carrying a twig with its beak. The twig was awkwardly long and Roenan let out a quiet laugh as he watched it struggle to bring the twig to the location it was determined to, getting caught up against other small branches on the way. When it made its way to its destination, it added the twig to a pile that looked like a forming nest. Another bird flew up with another small stick and made its way over a little more gracefully. They leaned in close and exchanged the stick so that the bird building the nest could continue to work on its project. The other flew off, likely to look for more.

Roenan felt a twinge in his heart as he watched. It was pretty easy for those birds to build their life together. It was easy for them to create a home for their family. They didn’t have much to worry about. Sure, they had their predators and some evil branches along the way... and yeah, most of their build-up was that of instinct, rather than emotion or feeling. But something about witnessing that exchange made Roenan so envious.

Humans had it hard. It wasn’t easy for all of them to build their lives together. It wasn’t easy for all of them to create a home for their family. They had so much to worry about... they even had more predators than Roenan cared to think about, especially as another wave of heat rolled through his body as a reminder. They had feelings. They had thoughts, emotions, intuition, drive, the ability to rule the world, and the ability to destroy the world. They even had the capability to control others and the misfortune of being controlled. They were the most logical creatures on earth and, somehow, he wondered if they were also the most vulnerable.

Roenan and slid down the wall to a sitting position. He brought his hand up and scratched at his eyebrow, running his other hand through his hair as he let out a sigh."

RiidDisBuk 2019-03-22 00:58:04 UTC #17

I only do that when it comes to flashbacks, or a character repeating what they said.

Swamp 2019-03-22 01:00:09 UTC #18

I faced her, trying to get something, some scent, and she shuddered, heart going faster, then started coughing.
“Mom I need- water-”
Her mother hurried off and the girl leaned forward grabbed my wrist.
“What are you?” she whispered, all trace of the cough gone. I had misunderstood the fear. I wasn't used to children, especially dying ones. She wasn't scared of talking, she was scared of me.
“I'm an exorcist for hire.”
“I can see them. Mom doesn't know, but they look almost like other people. And I can see... smoke coming off you. And that you're hungry. And if you try and eat me I'm going to kill you.”
I curled up my lip to snarl, black tar dripping down my back, then forced myself to calm down. She was a little kid, not an enemy. She was shaking in her little bunny slippers.
“Kid if I wanted you dead, you'd be dead. Think of it as me being qualified. At least you know I know I'm not a total fraud, right?”
Her heart fluttered. A little breath, ready to speak. Silence. The second her mother's footsteps were back in human hearing, she began to cough again and her mother rushed to her side, helping her take little sips of water.

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TOTO 2019-03-22 02:04:52 UTC #19

Dear Diary...

I want to file a lawsuit.

This Fairy Queen was violated by two women!!

...
... (To Be Continued)

Zaboem 2019-03-22 04:23:31 UTC #20

Since you requested a little feedback, I'll let you know my first impression of this text. It's good but nit special. Your vocabulary in English is large and shows here. The action is clear, and that is the most important thing. I do not know the context, so I could only guess at what tone you were hoping to create. To me, the tone here seemed animated. It's dark with a feeling of helplessness but also fast. Your description if colors help frame the image of the scene very well. One suggestion I might have would be to invoke another sense besides sight in order that the text seem more enveloping and organic (if that makes any sense). Let us know what she is smelling or hearing. Otherwise, mention if she feels cold or hot or in pain.

akitsukino 2019-03-22 05:01:38 UTC #21

This is one I'm pretty proud of , as its one of the few times I've tried to add humor into my prose.

Camilla had come to terms with the fact that she had been transported to a magical, fantasy land quite easily. What she hadn’t come to terms with was how, even in a land of magical princes, cat-eared college professors, and interdimensional traveling, waiting rooms could still be the most boring places to be put.

TL_Shay 2019-03-22 15:47:23 UTC #22

This is probably my most favorite scene in Daring Enchantment. Robin is actually a side character, but he's so fun to write!

“As you can see little messenger, Kita can not answer any messages at the moment. It will be at least another day or two before he wakes up. You should tell whomever is trying to contact him that they will have to wait.” Robin laid down on his side next to the hedgehog, his head resting on his fist as he spoke.

A pad of paper and a pen appeared in a flash beside the tiny thing. Robin blinked, looked down at the paper and bit his lip, trying not to grin. “Oh, I shouldn't.” he said and rolled away to balance on his heels, “but I could.” he shuffled on hands and feet to get closer to the paper, “maybe I shouldn't,” he said and rolled onto his back, flipped over, and landed on his fingers and toes, a wickedly mischievous smile covered his face, “but I will!” He scooped up the paper and pen with a laugh that echoed through the forest.

unknown_user 2019-03-22 20:18:40 UTC #23

This is the one of my favorite moments!

amberberry 2019-03-22 21:50:19 UTC #24

The room was dark. Remy heard quiet weeping from next to him. He already knew without turning to look that it was his younger brother. They were hiding behind the bed, listening to the screams, crashes and wild growls that came from behind the closed door. When mum screamed, they both covered their ears, crying silently. It was quiet for a moment but then steps headed towards the door that separated the boys from the horrid events happening on the other side where mum and their sister had been trapped. They could hear long claws sinking on the wood, carving marks that would never disappear from the door, when the beast tried to make its way to remaining targets.

“R-Remy, I’m scared,” his brother whispered.

“I’m scared too but everything’s gonna be fine James,” Remy said, hugging his brother.

Something heavy slammed against the door and it groaned. Another slam and the hinges cracked. The boys hugged each other tightly when the door slammed open. From the darkness they could see two red eyes and hear a low growl….

YuiChan 2019-03-23 01:37:41 UTC #25

Thank you I will try to add more of other senses. Thank you for taking ur time reading it and giving me feed backs, I really need it . thankyou

Chroma 2019-03-23 02:08:31 UTC #26

I always loved the character Charlie from my story. I had so much fun describing him, and although he only played a supporting role, I often want to revisit and finish the novel just for his character's sake!

Tic. Tic. Tic. Tic...

The thoughts of the young princess were interrupted by a second set of ticking noises, approaching her from an open door down the hall. What appeared to be a man, dressed in a black suit and stove pipe hat approached her and bowed low to the floor. He regained his posture with an emotionless face of porcelain glass. Just below his chin, where his neck would meet his head, his glass skin opened up to allow his head to move and reveal the spinning clockwork and gears that gave him life. A voice came from within the man.

“My Lady Henrietta,” He spoke with a voice that reminded her of a record player, “Your presence is requested outside. Your father would like you by his side during the ceremony.”