Favorite Line You've Ever Written

"Yeah," said Kit, backing out of the room. "Except for the fact it's dead."

and, also...

Kit Ripley thought Ella Holland was beautiful. And no one, not Sophia, not April, could take that away from Ella.

Both from an unpublished story of mine, called The Legacy.

"Mother Nature must be PMS-ing again."
and this isn't in anything I've written yet, but I just kinda jotted it down last night,
ziplock lips will never sink ships.

I just re-read and edited an old oneshot of mine, Croquis, and there are so many amazing lines in that story.

The first one that comes to mind is this one:
They were still, the only exception being their heaving chests as they panted, satisfied smiles adorning their faces. They didn't know they had destroyed a life and broken a man, not yet. They were still off in the land of love and bliss, where perfection was allowed and heartbreak didn't exist. It wasn't my world.

'The tears fell from my ears'

Okay, so it was a typo.
But I still found it funny.

The things about airports is your always running away from something or just getting lost.

I just seem to have that stuck with me after I wrote it.

"Maybe it would be better if I didn’t talk at all, if I just went on in life as just another guy, walking down the street, sitting in the local café on his laptop, sipping a mocha latte on a rainy day. I don’t need to make a difference in the world, like I thought I did." --- from a Stephen Jerzak story

"Wow, you’re really on top of things." I set the bags down on the counter and starting opening them into the bowls.
He started laughing. "That’s what she said." ---- Could Tell a Love 2
(^couldn't resist the that's what she said)

Your lips turn at the corners, my hearts been replaced by winged creatures, their wings bashing against my framework and I know that a smile identical to yours has taken over my lips.

and

I can feel my heart smashing against my ribcage, the blood thrashing against the inner casing of my veins and I feel like falling to the floor like a limp rag doll.

- - Breathe.

And even though the stars come out, and the moon is shining brighter than your eyes right now, you still feel abandoned. Because nothing is ever perfect, not even in the night.

- Not posted.

"I have a feeling that it all started before either of us knew what love is."

--Currently untitled, unposted.

The last stanza in my poem Beauty In Its Simplest Form.

The sky cries for you
Because God knew it to be true
The beauty was always inside of you.

And he knows he’s probably broken Jack’s confused little heart along with his own.
~ From A Face For Fame Is A Crying Shame.

“What part of ‘fix this mess’ don’t you understand?” Rian yelled at him “Zack didn’t say ‘make the mess worse’, now did he?”
~ From Forever Is Fine.

Masked everything except the feeble tone of their voices . . .
-- From an unpublished story called 'I'Mperfected.'

The longer that our eyes met, the further I could see myself falling, falling from all reality and existence; I suddenly became unimportant to the world; the missing piece from a child's jigsaw that nobody cares about. but that’s just me talking nonsense.

The Black Cat Café

Villany wears so many masks. The most decieving beind Virtue.

I know it's kinda lame...

‘You should say your goodbyes. We don’t know if he’ll make it through the night.’
‘No, no. No. Please, fuck. Please, no. I can’t lose him. Not now, not after this. Not. No.’
His knees buckled and he didn’t make it to my bed till morning.
I didn’t make it through the night.

The bolded bit is probably my favourite.

From some unpublished story:

"It feels like everything, his bones, muscle, organs and arteries have been excised leaving him a hollow shell. It’s a wonder, he thinks, that he doesn’t just collapse into himself and cease to be anymore."

"They’re just photos though, they bring Frank none of the euphoria or relief of Gerard actually being there, flesh and bone. Just stills, frozen snapshots of what he was at one point in time."

I was reading over lines in Kiss The Demons Out Of My Dreams and I was pretty shocked at some as I couldn't remember writing them

“Dean’s senses were suddenly alert from their slumber”

She looked up at him through green eyes that were identical to his, a few strands of feathery brown hair falling into their vibrant colour.”

". . .with the tainted oxygen breathed in by evil.”

“his veins leaving violet trails along the strained skin and his eyes jittered backwards and forth between the shadows looking for anything out of place, something that didn’t belong."

And finally.

“It was no longer his job to be a hero to the people, he had to be a hero to his daughter.”

From Symphony, an upcoming and unposted Frerard.

"How is that possible? Music... every fiber of music, it's derived from this," Gerard waves his arms around crazily, the oboe in one hand catching the light and shining brightly straight in Frank's eyes. "Whether the artist realizes it or not--it's influenced by this. Everything has been influenced from this, Frank."

It was over in five seconds, but it felt like forever.

From an unpublished story.

"'Happy Birthday Helena.' He whispered as their lips slowly met." - Chapter 3 of "The Demolition Lovers". John had just proposed to Helena on her birthday.