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AKA: The Writer Within: Quotes from Fiction
N: (raising her head and trying to focus on Colin) Colin, wha are you doin' 'ere?
C: (it was obvious she was drunk) I've been looking for you. I heard about the judge's decision. I'm sorry.
N: (laughing) Hmmph . . . (trying to hold her head up) I knew it. . . I knew Linsee would get away wif it. Didin I tell you she would.
C: Yeah, you did. So why are you here?
N: (getting loud and waving her arms) HERE. I'M HERE TO TOAS THE JUDGE'S DECISHUN.
C: I see. (looking at the bottles) Well, maybe you've done enough toasting. Why don't you let me take you home.
N: (becoming irritated) Who do ya thin you are? My fatha. . . (banging on the bar) I NEE ANOTHA BEER.
Bar: (coming from the back room) I don't think so ma'am. (looking at Colin) Do you know her?
C: Yeah, we're friends.
N: 'Scuse me. I wanna notha beer.
Bar: Can you see to it that she gets home?
C: Yeah.
N: 'Scuse me.
Bar: (reaching in his pocket, he pulls out a set of keys) Here. I took these away from her. I didn't want her taking off in her condition.
C: (putting the keys in his pocket) Thanks. I appreciate it.
Bar: No problem.
N: (trying to stand) HEY. . . I SED I WANNA ANOTHA BEER.
--from KarenR's fanfic, Colin Returns
Colin: I remember one morning I came in and you had obviously been up all night working on your latest plan. There were wads of paper everywhere and there you were, witing to strike. You had drawn these stick people in a notebook, trying to figure out who was the missing link was, and you looked so serious that I knew I better not laugh at your stick people, but Scarlet, they were the funniest things I'd ever seen.
--from KarenR's fanfic, Colin Returns
Ciera: I'm thrilled that I can't wait to see what happens in a story that I'm helping to wite!
Laura: I'm worried about you and Lee having identity crises.
Ciera: There is something inherently wrong with all of this... LOL! Lee and I run off to Mexico together.
Laura: No kidding! And I'm sitting here reading this and enjoying it profusely.
Ciera: Makes you sicker than us. Heh.
Ty, o, Ty, thou art so cool
You make all us silly girls drool
In on-line chat thou art so gabby
In the Looks Department---not too shabby
With ease of smile and wit so deft
You leave your fans quite out of breath
Your winning ways have garnered deployment
Of a Mail Deluge to save your employment
Computer savvy, and a weightlifter too
Vapors! Vapors! What's a gal to do?
Against thy charms even stone hearts have no defence
(As evinced by this silly post that lacks any common sense)
Tyrus, o, Tyrus, songs of they glory we sing
If we had a country we'd make thee its king
And we'd sing your praises from border to border
(P.S. We're harmless, please don't take out a restraining order)
-Ciera's Ode to Ty posted on the forum
Laura: I just wrote "the blush in his cheese" instead of "the blush in his cheeks."
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