Elle stepped out into the sun and whirled around and pointed at Vlalan's nose, "Say one thing about these clothes and I'll WWF smackdown you!"
There was a glint of metal and I closed my eyes reflexively, waiting for death to welcome me into its embrace. But there was nothing and I could still feel my heart thumping ferociously in its cage. Opening my eyes hurriedly, I saw Ge Tuo still in front of me with his dagger held only inches away from me. Then I saw his soulless eyes and the tip of an arrow jutting out from his chest. A second later he crumpled to the ground beside my feet.
âTrappend in Hell for a thousand years?â Nardal Grendalun raised his eyebrow at the imposing immortal. âYou must be savagely hungry... for food and other needs.â
âYes I am.â Zigadiasâ baritone boomed around the expansive stone walls of Castle Grendaloc. âNo food, no drink, no sex. Hell was... Hell!â
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.
ââIâm Amanda.ââ He mimicked her. ââMy dad is the God of reproduction and I want none of that.ââ
âWhat are you doing? Weâre not in the Forest of Fuckery anymore.â âIâm giving you the Kiss. Itâll shield you.â Arele squints at him suspiciously, âWhat are you the Saint of again?â
âWhat are you doing? Weâre not in the Forest of Fuckery anymore.â
âIâm giving you the Kiss. Itâll shield you.â
Arele squints at him suspiciously, âWhat are you the Saint of again?â
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 doesnât 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 ânerdâ 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. âIâm glad to see you have yet to disappoint me.â 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. âDonât ever forget what I am,â 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 â like the dead Johann â working for a company that specialized in escorting people to the other world in the most glorious manner possible.