Post the last few lines of you novel

Okay, here's mine:

“I won’t, I promise. Look, we can be friends,” he offered me his other hand. “Kye Taylor. Third year. Studying fine art and photography on the side.”
I looked into his eyes, seeming to melt into them. He was being genuine.
“Alicia,” I told him. “English Lit.”
“Nice to meet you,” he smiled, his white teeth glinting in the morning sun. “Just take this,” he pushed the money into my hand while he still had hold of it. “I gotta go, but I’m sorry again.”
He rushed off back towards the Student Union, leaving me standing there bemused with his five pounds in my hand.

I'm somewhat stuck as to where to go now, so bring on inspiration!

Ghost Running - '09
“Nope, sorry, just your regular old crazy person.”
“Patience is a curse to the gift of bubblyness.”

Her screams had alarmed him There was nothing human in the sound. He had pushed her away, watched her fall to the ground. Eventually, she stopped screaming, and simply stared at him as she died. He had always assumed that it would be quick. It had taken her nearly fifteen minutes to die, and she spent most of that time staring at him, her expression showing more than just physical pain.

:3

also if anything else, posting it is a way to fill time when you're bored and stuck..which I guess isn't necessarily a good thing...lol

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Wow, these are really good! Here's mine :

“God, Jules,” Sydney said, shaking her head. “You have got to be the most insecure boy your age that I have ever met. You are going to that party, whether you like it or not. You are going to have fun.”
“I don’t want to.”
“You are going to have fun and get drunk, because I say so,” Sydney said. “You are going to have the time of your life, or else.”

NaNo '06 - Faded Pink Roses - WON!!
NaNo '07 - Bitchiness and Magic - WON!!
NaNo '08 - So Alive - WON!!
NaNo '09 - Run With Me - ??

It wasn't untill around noon the next day that Torri finally woke up. There must have been a window left open last night, because instead of the one dozing cat curled up next to her, there were now six of them splayed about on the bed, ranging from pure black to patchy orange. None of which she'd ever seen before. Very slowly, she crawled out ofthe covers and made for the kitchen.

Nothing too interesting going on.

'When a car can go from zero to sixty in four point four seconds, you get a rush every time you sink into the driver’s seat. The cockpit design of the R8 gives a person a sense of power, a hum of desire that can only be quenched with speeds topping out at almost two hundred miles per hour. I have an itch for speed and my track record with speeding tickets, well, it isn’t very good. I am probably one ticket away from getting my license revoked … again.'

Amanda Panda
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2008 NaNo Winner: Mercury
2009 NaNo: Retrograde

Sarah felt hatred, bitterness, confusion. The strong fear and anger about all the reasons she had to be angry with him was fading. The humiliation she'd felt as a result of everything he'd done was dying. She hated it. She hated that she couldn't feel it; he didn't deserve to be forgiven.

Alexander was very polite, very civil, unflinchingly, knowingly charming. He loved this. He was enjoying this. He was the model teacher. The beloved, respectable teacher. He was milking the role.

Here's mine:

"Frankie and I spend the rest of the afternoon pretending to mourn in a variety of creative ways, mouthing words at one another, staring unblinkingly into Riley’s camera while waiting for a gust of wind to knock our hair loose (which is the one elusive shot he never manages to capture to his liking), and attempting to climb a particularly unruly willow tree. It looks much easier from the ground, and we eventually give up when Frankie badly scrapes the inside of one calf."

Here's mine. I stopped writing on a not very interesting scene:

“Well,” Shane started. “I think having it in the grounds of a castle, on a beautiful sunny day, with you in a gorgeous white dress would be magnificent. Daddy would probably be even moved to tears at the sight of you. You'd look like an angel.” Aine blushed, and looped their arms together as she led him out of the hallway.

“Oh, tssk, you charmer. Daddy would never be moved to tears!”

Gee wilikers all these excerpts sound awesome!

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"So they are zombies?"
"Basically, but we don't use the 'zee' word in front of Priya." Nikolai said as he stood up. I stood up too.
"If I promise not to hit anyone else could you untie my hands?" I asked.
"Oh, sure." Nikolai said. He came around behind me and loosened the rope around my wrists, I rubbed some feeling back in to my hands then picked up Daisy, relieved that my earlier assumption was correct, she wasn't injured in the attack. I snuggled her close to my chest. Nikolai eyed me oddly, but I didn't care. "You can have that back," he said pointing to the red journal he left on the table. I could see the cheap ball point pen I shoved in the binding poking out over the cover.
"Thanks," I said half-heartedly.
"Come downstairs, we have some things to discuss." Nikolai said before leaving the tiny bedroom. I shifted Daisy to one arm so I could grab my journal. Then I followed Nikolai's heavy foot steps down the stairs.

Alright, here goes nothing.. here are my last few lines...

Over the past two days, there had been a record number of both attempted suicides and successful suicides. People were starting to realise what the explosion meant, and were beginning to come to terms with it. It didn’t bode well for things to come.
I looked down at Rebekah, curled up on the couch next to me.
I wanted to go to back to last week.

Cheery stuff!

Now they leaned for a break against a slab of concrete protruding from the ground, as if some large shard of the fallen city were trying to rise out of the sand. The ruins were the only place where Harlow felt as if he completely belonged, and as a result Wren spent most of her time out there with him. When her grandmother wasn’t telling her stories of the days before her time, she discussed with him the ancient world around them as the sun beat down relentlessly on their heads.

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Argh, I hate chapter six! It's easily the worst part of my novel.

“Maturity is overrated anyway,” Ryan scoffed waving her hand. “As is reality. In the fantasy world in my head, it is perfectly acceptable to run around half naked and have pillow fights with hundreds of other girls.” Mandy stared at Ryan. “What?”

“You are such a freak,” she explained honestly.

“I know, but you love me for it.” Mandy nodded slowly. She did love Ryan and maybe it was finally time to tell her.

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That was when I decided it was time to take a break from writing for a few minutes and browse the forums

Nanowrimo:
2008 - Too Small to See - won at the expense of having a plot
2009 - Secrets - TBD

She didn’t take the bate. “Well, I don’t know. I mean, I guess I thought it was weird. Maybe a little gross… I mean, no offense—it isn’t that you’re not an attractive dude, it’s just, you know… you’re my brother. And I didn’t understand why they were saying that, first and foremost.”
“Oh,” Travis said, trying to regulate his voice so his disappointment wouldn’t show through. “Of course. I mean, that’s normal. So, this guy who’s making fun of your virginity—do you think you would be happier if you weren’t a virgin?”
“Absolutely,” Leah said firmly, perking up a little, then deflating again when she realised, “But I don’t know of anyone I can have sex with. You’re the only person I trust, plus, like I said, you would kill any guy I tried to do that with.”

Kit rolled off the bed, ending up kneeling next to the dog. “Oh Spook, I miss him too, old boy. We'll just have to get on without him, I'm afraid.” The dog whined again, and Kit buried his face into the dog's scratchy black fur. A wave of misery washed over the vampire, and not for the first time in his life, felt abandoned and very, very alone.

My vampire being emo with dead friend's dog. I really need to strengthen this chapter >_<

My NaNo Novel 2009:

[the girl's makeup] Made her look like some sort of drunk clown. (apologies to any alcoholic clowns reading this)
“Hi Veem…” She said, dragging out the ‘E’ in what I supposed was meant to be a smooth, purry way. She half-stood, with one fishnetted knee on the bench beside him. She twirled her pale fingers through his brown hair. Thankfully, he drew back and scootched away from her. If he had not, I would have killed him.
“Er, hi… Adumbral…” He said, clearly trying not to retch at her voice. She batted the long eyelashed that fluttered around her icy blue eyes and I clenched my teeth, trying my hardest not to lepa up and punch her.
“So… what are you eating?”
“um… cereal?” She made a movement that was probably meant to seem sexy, but instead made her look like she had a crick in her neck.

08- Chasing Shadows [10,092] FAIL
09- Twipocalypse [2,452] UNSURE

I took a small beige box from the left of the larger, coffee stained box that lay before me. It was heavier than I expected, made from soft unfinished wood, maybe cedar, or birch. A rusty-looking metal clasp on the front loosely held the small box shut, and with just the slightest flick of my finger, it came open.

Ignore my fail, please (:

Goal: To catch up to daily word goals by the 20th.

Rai’dan and Jadéo sat in tense silence until their footsteps faded from earshot. As soon as the coast was clear, Jadéo promptly hefted an expensive-looking vase and threw it across the room with a screech of fury, sending the wordsmith sprinting for the nearest exit. Though Rai'dan prided himself in being the more mature of the two, he couldn't help but wish that he could do the very same.
Instead, he turned back to the corpse of his dead brother and touched one cold, hollow cheek almost lovingly. An eerie smile played on his lips as he gazed down at the late king.
“You just don’t know how to die properly, now do you?” Rai’dan murmured. “But don’t worry, brother. I’ll find this son of yours. And I’ll kill him, just to show you how much I care.”

Eww, bad writing. D:

The sleeve of his pale shirt had been ripped to ruins – most of it only clinging together by threads. It was stained an unpleasant red colour, one that seemed to be spreading slowly. Morbidly curious now, he pulled what was left of the sleeve back, baring the flesh to the cold.

It had probably been when he had rolled down the hill that the skin on his arm had been torn away, Nathaniel mused to himself. The logical part of his mind, still suppressed under the drugs he had been given, shrank away from the bloodied wound.

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Yeah, what can I say? My novel's of the happy, upbeat variety. [/sarcasm] XDD

here is the updated last part of mine:

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NO my story is NOT focused on vampires! This just happens to be where they are mentioned for only a moment.

"He lived on the very outer reaches of the country, probably not even within the official limits, in an abandoned mansion with the one who had turned him, Provectus. Provectus was the oldest Vampyre in Arx. No one really knows how old he is, exactly, but the common number you will probably hear is 3,000. Apparently 3,000 is pretty old, even for a blood sucker. Provectus is too feeble to go out and get fresh blood for himself, so he sends Epotus to go out and get some for him. And Epotus always willingly obliges. He feels no guilt when he takes a nip at a child on a wintry night when all the cattle are tucked away safely with their iron locks to keep them safe. Oh, it isn’t like we villagers are too happy about that, but what can we do? Besides, Vampyres came in second to starving or freezing to death on our list of priorities. "

'09- The Last Witch of Arx OR Juney of Arx (If you have a decent title idea, nanomail me!)

Well, you caught my MC in a private moment contemplating the social psychology between her crew members.

Elise shook her head to herself in mild reproof. The two of them bickered like five-year-old siblings, not 30-40something year old professional adults. It was simultaneously irritating and kind of cute. Although she'd been unaware of this while on Earth, relations between the two of them had never been great. Rodriguez found Spencer to be flighty and unprofessional, and as the mission proceeded, she had begun disparaging his abilities with greater and greater frequency. Spencer thought Rodriguez was too irritable and bitchy, and took delight in pressing all her buttons with abandon at every opportunity. Elise had a private suspicion that he also did it to keep the rest of the crew entertained, like Rodriguez was the eternal straight man in a comedy entirely at her own expense.

Pretty much everything I have written is rushed, unedited crap but here's the last few lines.

How could I even comprehend what has just happened. It happened within such a short time. Just a few minutes ago I was worrying about Evan and Kayla. Now all that stuff seems so unimportant and distant from myself. Like it was someone else's worries. Someone's else's problems.
Dorian lays me on his bed and sits on his desk chair. He stares at me, anxiously, for a few minuets and then stand’s up.
"Don't leave," I yell.
"I'm just answering the door. Kayla's here"
"Oh my gosh, Kayla. What if...Hurry! Get the door," I screech. My voice is raw and my words are hardly understandable. Dorian seems so understand me though.
I look at Dorian’s face very closely before he steps out of the room. He looks more afraid than I have ever seen him. I've never seem him in this light. It's frightening.

NaNowrimo 08'- Shadowing Puzzle (Failure)
NaNowrimo 09'- Innocence (Doing well so far!)

This literally makes no sense out of context, but...

21st Century Breakdown
# of Chapters: 13 (and a minichapter)
# of Kisses: lost count
# of Times I Drop the F-Bomb: Lost count somewhere around 50
# of Things That Are Illogical: Lost count
# of Dream Sequences: 2
# of Sex Scenes: 2

If you get the reference, you win an internet cookie. :D

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“Okay, Caleb! How’d you get unmasked?“

Robert’s eyes darted to Keen--“You’re a vigilante, Mr. Keen…?“

“No, I just get my jollies by running around the bloody city in tights and underpants! Of COURSE I’m a superhero, why else would I be here?! Are you dense, man? I‘m the goddamn Superbloke!“

On seeing the distressed look on his new employee’s face, Hancock quickly interjected, “Erm, okay! Moving on, let’s start off by saying when, exactly, your secret identity was revealed.”

Keen propped his elbow up on the table and massaged his temples, scowling. “Was only the other day. Two days ago, if you want to get exact.”

“Go on.”

Died upon impact. The words rang in my head, flowing in one ear, and out the next. It was one of those times when you’re waiting for someone to peek their head around the door and happily utter “Just kidding!”, but then you realize the horrible truth-- that nobody’s joking. Died upon impact. That doesn’t sound right. She didn’t die. At least not like that. Cheyenne had to go out with a bang. Not like this. Oh, God, no. No, no, no. She’s not gone. The next thing the doctor will try to tell me is that she didn’t feel a thing. How do they know? She could’ve been screaming in agony for help for seconds, minutes, before she died, while I was sitting there, blacked out. She would’ve thought that her pain wasn’t that bad, that she would be alright, but oh God, don’t let Sky die. What If the only reason our places weren’t switched is because she laid there with me, bones jabbing out of her skin as the car compressed around our bodies, screaming for me to wake up, oh Jesus please wake up, crying for somebody, anybody to help us?
Oh, Christ. I couldn’t take this anymore. I have to see her. Even if it means caressing a face that no longer belongs to my best friend, I had to do it.

When they reached the gates, the guards looked up in wonder. “I am Lady Gertrude of Swabia,” she said, unsure they would recognise her, “these are all knights of King Wenceslas’s train. We must see the King, right away.”
“Yes, yes, we recognised them,” one guard said irritably. “It was your countenance that surprised us.”
“I don’t have time to discuss it,” she told them.

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She's just been turned into a part-frog thing by a witch, which is why they're a little bit disturbed by her appearance.

Burly: I am Burly the troll, feared throughout the Nine Kingdoms!
Blabberwort: I am Blabberwort the troll, dreaded throughout the Nine Kingdoms!
Bluebell: And I am Bluebell the troll, terrified throughout the Nine Kingdoms!

Here's mine. Ahhh! The unedited-ness!

Then looked up, her mouth hanging at the hinges and a dumbfounded expression plainly written across her features. "What?" She shook her head. "Could you repeat all that last bit? Like...the entire thing since I sat down?" She glanced around. Where was the chair?

NaNoWriMo '08: Hard-Drive: WON
NaNoWrimo '09: King Me (WIP)