Last sentence from a draft chapter (writing a horror anthology): "Her sobs of defeat and agony swallowed up by applause."
"This is going to be a long trip."
"I just... Don't promise anything"
In the thirtieth year that he had lived, Kain had never been slapped so hard by a woman. Until now.
"This unit will upload input to the goddesses through prayer.”
Nope, I am not posting a link. I'm a rebel that way.
I actually have no idea what started people posting links in this thread since that's not what it's aimed for? Oh well. It's nice to see that people are working on things that go on Tapas I guess??
“So...uhm... I don't... stink anymore, do I?”
“Don’t kill him! It’s enough to send him far away.”“Few places are as far away as hell, child,” Rei explained.
"No one escapes the Empire."
(context: one of the characters was a prisoner who was rescued by someone from another dimension. Well after she has established a new life for herself, they have found a way to track her down.)
It was difficult to make out, but Will was confident that Crow's eyes were squeezed shut.
"Hurting my Tristan is UNFORGIVABLE."
Mine is quite a long line, that being said i'm not sure it makes much sense out of the context of the story.
lol that's a Paragraph !! not a sentence !! Still. interesting lore.
As his eyelashes tickled the skin of Crow's bare chest, Crow let out another soft breath.
He finally took a bath too it seems!
Yeah I don't know how I got confused there haha
After a long beat of silence, he pointed a finger at you, his hand forming the shape of a gun. “If you’re a Self-Aware, how do I know you’re not just pretending to be Ty? You could have evolved far enough for that to happen.”
Perhaps it was due to the constant rain pouring outside the windows that lacked any glass, or because of the wind that would howl and then whisper; either way, although they were discomforting, they didn't linger for very long.
......yeah..... i'll call that a sentence. might break it up later...
It was time to see exactly how large his prison indeed was.
All he could taste was a bitter disappointment.
It was with much trepidation and anxiety that Vina now sat in front of her daughter, trying to understand her flesh and blood that seemed more like a stranger at times like this.
Here is a little preview to a later chaptee in His Obsession;
