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

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.”

DasIstWunderblyat 2019-03-23 05:15:07 UTC #27

I'm glad that it's so

Cricketreadscomics 2019-04-18 23:53:37 UTC #28

First paragraph

Not to flex, but at age 10, Staci Valun was the best detective in the Intergalactic Federal Police Department’s 2,571st precinct.

Now, I know what you’re thinking:

“sweet infantile Jesus, not another child-prodigy -- I can’t deal with these irrational feelings of inadequacy.”

Trevor 2019-04-19 01:30:33 UTC #29

"I lay staring into the black abyss above me, littered with twinkling stars as far as the eye can see. The entire universe continues its steady velocity through the dimension of time, making every little particle move, like a flip book animates a ball bouncing. I look to my side and see the rolling field under the glow of the moon, disturbed by a gentle, warm breeze. Everything, even the little blades of grass beneath my body are merely outlines, disguised by an untouchable veil that separates the third dimension from the fourth. My poor senses can only see the way forwards, and never the way back. What’s happened has happened, and that cannot be changed."

Larslaustsen 2019-04-19 03:15:00 UTC #30

I have just realese episode: Book.1 page 5-8
Please enjoy

CATMEN WORLD
Book.1 page 6
The Trollfairy stops the laughter.
What is it doing now?
It just stan there an get more and more red in the head of anger, it shakes the whole body and it begins to give a sound, a very high sound that just goes on forever. I immediately pull back my ears to avoid more pain in my ears and yell::

"Stop it!!!"

But it does not work. I poke it, but it does not move, It just keeps on whining. I hurry to take my elixir so nothing is going to happen. But how do I stop this Trollfairy before something more happens with it? I will try to push it, it can come out of this trance.

I push it and it will not move, I try to push it harder,

It did not work, it is still standing there and now the body begin to get bigger

TOTO 2019-04-19 04:48:19 UTC #31

"The first spam letter in the United States Postal Service, circa 1775."

WillisAuthor 2019-04-20 00:08:14 UTC #32

Torn about choosing a paragraph or two. So many tense moments, all powerful in their own way... Let's do one I have posted so far:

“And what do you intend to do with him?” The old farmer pointed a spoon at John’s door.

“Nothing.” My voice was low, weak as my heart ached. “He will be a priest, taking a vow of celibacy. I have no intentions of falling in love with your grandson…”

The spoon slammed on the table, jerking my eyes back up. “Are you deaf, boy?”

I could hear his words from earlier echo through my mind, he likes you.

Standing, I leaned over the table, my eyes on his as I whispered my answer, “You want me to be his shield. I want to be his sword. When John leaves this place, I will be just that. Nothing more, nothing less. His mind will be filled with teachings and learning of a world far greater than me or this farm. I am a tool for him and him alone, left behind as a parting gift by his grandfather to ensure he succeeds with his life intact.”

The old man’s face twisted, and he nodded.

https://tapas.io/episode/1385017

sevannah_storm 2019-04-25 19:35:31 UTC #33

Hey! My name's Sevannah or Sev! New to Tapas but on Wattpad, as well. Would love to connect with other authors writing sci-fi, romance, fantasy and historical fiction.

Started a new WIP, dystopian world with nasty aliens conquering Earth. Please, pretty please, check it out and let me know what you think. I've heard Tapas has the best writing community. I'm eager to be a part of that! If you're on Wattpad/Twitter/Facebook, let me know.

sevannah_storm 2019-04-26 19:34:30 UTC #34

Mel heard the doorbell chime and she raised her head from her Austen, expecting to see Zeke. Three children glided down the centre aisle, their gazes fixed on her. Before the invasion, she’d have watched them for mischievous behaviour. Now, most children were Glaza-owned. Their eyes levelled on her were solid white and devoid of any emotion.
A sharp pang of fear gripped her chest and stole her breath. She’d never been this close to a Glaza, let alone three. Mel pressed the button under the counter, letting Dad know downstairs that there was trouble. Seconds later, he bounded from the kitchen. He took one look at their ‘customers’ and gripped her by the shoulders, shoving her towards the back door.

elyss 2019-04-26 19:42:52 UTC #35

Perhaps it was because he could read the minds of those who ruled, but he was never one to care about the affairs of other countries. He cared about the fate of citizens as an idea—he was obligated to as a member of the Royal Family, but had never had an emotional investment. Thankfully, he didn’t need such a thing to work to ensure that a war didn’t break out.

TJSchongar 2019-04-26 22:10:37 UTC #36

A paragraph that’s a liiiiiittle in the future - won’t be posted until the end of this weekend, beginning of next week - but I like it:

Cassian lay on his side with his arms crossed over his chest, gripping his shoulders, his back to Thade as he lay snoring quietly in the other bed. He was under the sheets, but he’d been awake since long before dawn. Before going to sleep he’d been thorough in brushing his teeth to eliminate the taste of alcohol lingering on his lips. A night’s sleep later, that was no longer an issue. The taste of Thade, however, was.

joannekwan 2019-04-27 00:06:24 UTC #37

From my very latest update~

Her words fell on deaf ears as Anax began to rub and search with his tendrils. As his fog met her skin, Patience could not help but give into his soft touch. It was a stark contrast to the confining cold pressure she had felt encased in his body just moments ago. Perhaps some animal part of the girl’s brain was yearning for comfort after that shock, but every stroke, twirl, pat, and any other motion he made felt pleasurable. She was losing herself in his caress. Guilt welled within her. She should not be enjoying the advances of this monster.