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

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.

Nail 2019-04-27 00:07:41 UTC #38

"The end"
I rarely finish stuff.

QueenofBabyLoon 2019-04-27 01:02:35 UTC #39

Not really proud of it, to be honest, but pretty characteristic of my style.

Nothing like the appalling dirt-skinned females of the desert. And yet, he was called upon to service them whenever they pleased, their hands shooting out from the darkness of their tents and dragging him into their frightening world of pain and desire. Here, amassed together, they scorned and slandered him. But at night, they pursued him restlessly, waking him from his agitated sleep and demanding that he dominated them. Strange females who wanted to be slaves to a slave for a pleasurable moment. They wanted him to take them for a safe walk to the dark side.

I just reread the thing and it is already giving me a headache. Guess we are going for yet another rewrite. I spend more time rewriting than writing, to be honest.

TOTO 2019-04-27 02:16:25 UTC #40

"... Penny... What are you doing to that cat?"

"Kyaa! C-Chop-Chop! N-no! D-don't look at us! I-I can explain!"

"Even if you're a witch, you shouldn't have an affair with an animal! It's just too small!"

"I'M GIVING THIS LITTLE B@STARD CPR!"

qrt 2019-04-27 06:47:47 UTC #41

Just finished uploading this chapter, but I'm most fond of how I ended it. There's a huge sense of purpose. Things feel like they're wrapping up now, leading to a close. Spoilers I guess?

There is a place she wants to take me.

When the darkness eventually unfurls before my eyes, surprise doesn’t even bother me. I knew, I think, a long time ago, where I would eventually have to go, and when I look down, I see that Mei has made herself a part of me. Her body, spun around mine. Her arms extending on mine, providing me fingers on one, providing me with the missing parts of the other.

She says nothing, but there is a feeling in my chest greater than apathy.

It is not anticipation. It is not regret. It is…

Things are growing now here, have made home here. Thriving while their Mistress no longer breathes.

In this courtyard, the pagoda doors are closed. When she and I press our hands to the doors, they part willingly and soundlessly.

It is acceptance.

Minerva_Matues 2019-04-28 03:20:10 UTC #42

I'm not sure others would agree. But I'm a sucker for cliffhangers.

Walking down the dirt, rocky overgrown path. Parts of the ground got flooded from the heavy thick rain. Small little rocks rolled down the steep parts making little waterways. Trying to keep his balance, still has he felt his chest heavy he took a single step, before feeling his stomach sink. His heart skip a pace, just like when you go to step an extra step on a staircase, that doesn’t exist. Jared could only see the ground before him coming closer to his face. A rock caved underneath his foot.

diestreve319 2019-04-30 14:05:50 UTC #43

This is from my first short story in the collection of The Love We See in the Stars.
I really like the way I've written it and I really enjoyed writing this scene. Love to share it <3

When he closed his eyes, the wind became gentle, a way for me to go near him. He opened his eyes, and he saw me. He looked breath taken by my presence. I saw the color of his misty eyes, similar to an enchanting evening. His ash blonde hair was beautiful and mesmerizing. He finally smiled. I knew at least because of me he felt much better than he was before.

I decided to fly away. I hope to see him again when the sky of late night had no stars. I came to the open window of my room and lay on my bed. I had to wait for the morning light to come to transform back to who I really was. I often wondered how it happened. Maybe it was not the time for me to know. All I kept thinking was if that guy would remember me, even if I was just a beautiful butterfly.

sunflower 2019-05-01 22:49:38 UTC #44

oh jeez- I'll try to find a good one.

"Yes, Sir" I touched my forehead and found my finger tips bright red, dripping with rubies. He stopped shaking the cage and I looked up to see him smiling.

"Good boy. Once we get out, you'll be my bird forever" He gave me an eerie smile that registered through my cracked eyes. "Now stay quiet" he put the cage under his arm and my head slid and hit the cage bars again. Every step he took, my blood would run and slip through the bars, leaving an evidence trail behind us. I wanted to tell him to stop moving so fast but I knew he wouldn't listen. My soul already defeated, I began to slip into slumber when he rattled the cage.

"I need you awake" was all he said.

Drewbie 2019-06-06 20:54:17 UTC #45

As if completely unaware to disturbance she bends her neck and places her forehead to her son's. "I love you" she whispers through a smile. A few muttered words escaping her lips as a bolt of lightning pierces the sky, the rumble of thunder shaking the earth below. The baby rocketing away from danger as the King's blade slashes across his mother neck.

This is the ending paragraph to my prologue

Cronaj 2019-06-06 21:48:40 UTC #46

From my fantasy novel, The Sovereign.

Coughing and gasping, the boy leaned his cheek against the side of the wooden tub. Steam swirled over his body in thick suffocating tendrils, and the scent of floral perfume made him want to gag. He wanted to go back under, where it wasn't so bright, wasn't so loud and clamorous, where the only thing he had to think about was how long he could hold his breath.

So far, he'd been able to last for three minutes, fourteen seconds. He wondered if he could get to four minutes if he tried again. Sucking in one large breath, Tammamori dipped back under the water, his long dark hair floating to the surface as a sort of shade blocking out the light above him. A small amount of the soapy water managed to go up his nose, and he lost a gulp of air from the beginning. Still he decided to stay under. He began counting. One, two, three, four, five, six… Was it a good idea to do this? Who knew what might happen in the world while the King was submerged under a fragrant, soapy cover.