Don't know if you guys noticed, but this thread is promoting your story with one sentence. The one for excerpts is: https://forums.tapas.io/t/your-out-of-context-excerpts-promote-your-story/34426
"Do ya really wanna die with your ass hangin' out?"
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Golden strings outside floating in the air slowly shaped into an angelic golden bird. Its eyes were almond in shape and its gaze was an incandescent blue fire astounded her to the core.
“‘I’m Amanda.’” He mimicked her. “‘My dad is the God of reproduction and I want none of that.’”
“What are you doing? We’re not in the Forest of Fuckery anymore.” “I’m giving you the Kiss. It’ll shield you.” Arele squints at him suspiciously, “What are you the Saint of again?”
“What are you doing? We’re not in the Forest of Fuckery anymore.”
“I’m giving you the Kiss. It’ll shield you.”
Arele squints at him suspiciously, “What are you the Saint of again?”
From "Arele and the Patron Saint", part of a series of short stories about falling in love.
--> I try not to be grumpy as I just woke up so that he doesn’t run away at the sight of my morning Grinch face.
--> To be fair, my hair sticks in weird directions, I always have my nose stuck in some book and I have Harry Potter glasses: if there is anything that screams “nerd” more than that, please enlighten me.
That story is my babyy
I dared not look closer at what was beneath that visage of humanity for fear of what it truly was being a scar on my psyche. “I’m glad to see you have yet to disappoint me.” said Nathan Temple.
from chapter eleven. come check it out and tell me what you think
"You erected the tower of the Gods, demi-gods and sages alike."
As he kept her shoulder close to his chest he leaned down and whispered. “Don’t ever forget what I am,” he warned, knowing full well that his very existence could easily derail the human mind.
A reason to live, a reason to hope-hope of the world, now descended and saved.
If anyone is interested in reading poems here it is.
The trashcan, having only marginally more brains than your average politician, did not collapse in pain from the bullets and instead crashed into the man, spilling its unsavory contents all over his newly waxed car, the oiled leather seats inside, and, of course, the gunman himself.
The fence shook as an undead man flung himself onto it, his fingers reaching out to grab her.
The title clearly states "Your Out of Context Sentences (in plural).
While the title is plural, I understand it to mean multiple posts of one sentence each as the original post says to do a single sentence..... I wasn't trying to call anyone out for doing more than one sentence, but a few people were posting whole paragraphs, so I just wanted to point out that there was a thread for longer glimpses into your stories.
'Sentences' doesn't mean one sentence in multiple posts.
So the original poster gave it a misleading title, while being clearer about it in the original post.... At this point, it seems like you're just trying to argue with me. This is just derailing the thread.
Once she was outside with no one around, she tore away the flesh mask and wig that she was wearing, reassuming her identity as Shea Reman, private Ferryman – like the dead Johann – working for a company that specialized in escorting people to the other world in the most glorious manner possible.
“Cease your concerns, Frunde.” Esamus’ narrow lips curled upward. “She is a comely lass but has no tongue, and neither can she read or write. That’s how I prefer all my women, slaves or not.”
We're in the middle of nowhere, somewhere in the midwest, in between lost and forgotten, and rapidly approaching never-was.
"I too am inclined to believe it as well but if two men can’t maintain a friendship in the face of differing opinions then I don’t much see the point of our survival.”
