Favorite Line You've Ever Written

I had written a vampire story not to long ago, but never posted it... or finished it for that matter.
The last line I wrote in it was, "There was only one difference; vampires killed humans."

I have another one I just wrote a couple weeks ago, from a trilogy I'm working on right now, currently unposted. This is from the second book, when the two main characters are stargazing out in a field.

" Really? Realizing that you're just a microscopic spec in the universe makes you feel significant?"

"Absolutely. Because out of who-knows-how-many stars, and who-knows-how-many worlds, there's only one you. Ever. Now that's pretty damn significant if you ask me."

"Oh, make no mistake, Mother, I am fucking shitfaced."

I wrote this a little bit ago and it made me laugh.

"And with that thought drifting in his mind, the world crumbled in his sleep." — from The End.

The rest are random lines I've come up with, that aren't part of any story and aren't posted:
"I fell prey to his arms."
"Scar me with your words, so your voice won't leave my mind."
"I swim the ocean of air and whisper lies to myself to sleep."
"When the silence eats you up, and you begin to realize, you truly are alone in this world."
"So I just stood there and let the truth sink in, as I watched the world go on without me."

Ahah. None of them are good, but I think they're the closest to "decent" I've ever gotten...

These lines aren't posted yet, but they're in my head, so here they are, all for the fandom of The Voice, which has, like, ten writers in all that I've found...

"Tony and I never saw eye to eye, and it wasn't just because he was half a foot taller than me."

"I would have gone after Pip long ago, but then Daddy took me aside one day and said homos aren't supposed to go after nice Catholic boys."

"Her hair was three different shades of brown; almost black, chestnut, and close to gold, which meant I could make a lovely braid of it... To choke her with."

Soft wind blows in the summer night time

I've never used it but it's stuck in my head constantly, waiting for a story to be put into.

Now, however, beauty was to her but a mere painful memory of a glorious past.

(These are all from different parts of the story.) From I Can't Hang:

“I’m only human.”
“You’re an angel now, Kyle.”

All that mattered was that we had to stick together. ‘Cause none of us knew what the hell we were doing when we were separate, even though we didn’t know anything else.

“Well, if we’re risky, you might as well be risky with us, Jim!” Brady grinned, bending over and wrapping an arm around James’s shoulder. He held an arm out and stared into space as if the New York skyline was right in front of them. “Just picture it – us strolling along the urban sidewalks and engrossing ourselves in the crazy world! It’ll be loads’a fun, trust me!”

“And I got picked up by some pissed-off loser who tried to be my freakin’ dad or something, and he screwed my afterlife up! I’m supposed to be in Heaven right now, thankin’ my lucky stars that God gave me a second chance when I deserved it. But ‘cause of you,” I spat, pointing right in his face, “I’m stuck in a shitty hotel in shitty Manhattan, staking out and hoping I don’t caught and fed to Satan. And I’m stuck here with some guy I barely even know who thinks he’s some kind of hero to me, when really, all he is, is the reason why I wanna come back to life and kill myself!”

I dug the sleeves of my hoodie into my eyes, desperately trying to soak up the stinging tears. I hated crying. I especially hated crying in front of other people. When I was little, I never shed tears in front of my peers or my parents. I sucked it up. But I never knew that someday, all that pain would come back to haunt me.

I closed my eyes and tried to picture myself in the stars, flying far away from Earth and getting away from everything that was wrong.

“We’re in this as two,” he whispered, not to me but to himself.

This was the city where dreams were made. People came here to make a name for themselves. I never really realized that until then – when I saw it at its lowest, at its most depressing.

“Can’t you use your Super Jesus Powers to save us all or something?” I suggested.
Holy crap, you should’a seen the face he gave me. Oh my God. That was the nastiest dirty look St. James had ever given anybody, I bet.
“First of all, you better hope on all you have that God didn’t hear that remark,” James sneered, “and secondly…” (I know I’m gonna burn for that, but I laugh at it every time.)

James just risked his afterlife. And what did I do? I stood back and didn’t even have the guts to watch him.

“Maybe I don’t wanna be revived,” Brady grunted. “Maybe I deserve this.”
“Don’t ever think that,” James threatened, shoving a finger in his face.

Maybe then I could actually learn how to fly instead of flopping around like a dead fish in the air. It’d take some time.

From In Orbit,

“Because I’m trouble and I don’t deserve a girl like you, Marilyn,” he said, his breath warm against my skin. “And if I kiss you, I’m just gonna want to do it again. And I just know I’m only gonna hurt you in the end. You’re like one of them fancy little statues. Beautiful and priceless, but fragile. And Doll, I ain’t never met a statue I didn’t break.”
“Liam,” I whispered, my fingertips running along the collar of his leather jacket.
“Yeah.”
“If I’m a statue, I’m made of granite,” I told him before pressing my lips to his.

The small room was anything but welcoming. The floor was covered in dirty, cracked and broken, white tiles and the walls were plastered with a cheap, peeling, floral wallpaper. She cringed at the thought of staying here for even a night but she had no other choice. She had been driving for hours and she could barely keep her eyes open.

Pictures

It's not been posted yet. Shh... Sneak peek! Soon to come!

"She’s no one’s fucking fault, especially not mine, but how do I save an accident girl?"

Sums up jakob and anja's relationship peeerfectly

And "He'd fuck her ghost to bring her back" is a cheeky favorite

I have a few.

This is from a description of Louis' character in The Play Book: When the time comes for the girl he’s assigned to take for a “spin”, he’s certain it’s all downhill from here. He’s already got the in, he just needs to get it in. Or so he thinks.

This is from an unpublished story called As the Snow Falls: While everyone was running around like headless chickens, fighting over the last pair of reindeer socks, I was sipping hot cocoa in my cozy apartment with a good book and my grumpy old cat.

From In The Rain: And every time I find myself caught in a storm, I knew, I’d always remember those five days of summer.

Try To Scream has a lot of great things I've written. I personally LOVE this: Harry tackled me from behind; he picked me up and spun me around. “Ah! A wild Styles has appeared!”

“I’ve always wanted to be a Pokémon.” He put me down.

I'll stop here for now xD

My signature, it's from an incomplete poem I'm writing to my boyfriend.

@ CptLollipop
I'm sorry, but I'd just like to point out that you should use breaths, not breathes. Breathes is a verb, breaths is a plural noun. I love the poem though, the imagery is spectacular.

Again, I just thought you should know.

"You're the sweetest song I'll ever sing, one look and you have me screaming out a tragedy, grabbing on my wrist it's like you're pulling at my heart strings."

"You can kiss away my sorrow if you try hard enough, tell me how you love me by how you scream my name, even though the night is gone and the blood still stains."

Both are from a song I wrote with my brother called Crash. :p

Story-wise? The story I'm currently working on (unpublished right now) called So You Remember. It's about vikings and norse mythology. This paragraph is my favorite of everything I've ever written.

"The girl crying in Fenrir's arms was the same woman he watched die the other night. Then, in death's embrace, she sang in the ancient language and pounded her fist on her chest like a true warrior-- like the wounds he weeped about weren't even there. When the lights had nearly left Brynja's eyes, she said Valhalla with such chilling clarity he had thought her to be there already, led by a trio of Valkyries into the greatest mead hall, and further into the arms of Odin himself. The magic had been just enough to save her but she didn't seem pleased that she hadn't died. Horribly so, this was what he needed to witness to realize she was human again-- seeing as how she mangled in the blankets and cried in her nightmare. Whatever had woken her had been worse than death, and that frightened Fenrir more than seeing her lifeless."

My favourite line I've ever written is in a poem I wrote for a girl I liked a while ago.
I would kill just to feel the sexual tension you could cut with a knife. I’d live for the strife that you'd give me if we’d fight.

Great topic!

So I have a few from my story [url=]But You Said You Loved Me[/url] but it would take forever to find it! I know of one though, and it still love it to this day!

(13): "Or, maybe you should let the little midgets in your bra out and give them some air?" A ridiculous comeback, but Reese snorted trying to contain her laughter.

Then there was a few from a poem I had written called 'Chocolate Eyes'.

1. And I was waiting,
Waiting for the chance to call us,
Home.

2. And my arms reaching out for you,
And you’re leaving me and my heart behind,

All of these lines are so impressive.

here are some of my favorites.

- "...she had as much sexual prowess as a toaster..." {Matched.}

- "She was broken, Isaac could tell that much. She was broken and scared and losing herself with every unsure step." {Drowning.}

- "And as much as he tried to deny it, he was just as broken as she was." {Drowning.}

- "I feel foreign in this place called my body." {Reflection.}

I have a line from my drabble "Romancing in the Past"

I could just smell him as he bent down and kissed me into oblivion.