"the undeniable and dreadful facts"
(from Miscellaneous --> Thoughts, Realizations, Understanding)
― league of women voters, Wednesday, 28 December 2011 17:33 (twelve years ago) link
along with "there was no room for romance in her busy schedule"
― league of women voters, Wednesday, 28 December 2011 17:34 (twelve years ago) link
This book makes perfect sense to me. In the future, I predict that romance novels will be written entirely by software.
― Aimless, Wednesday, 28 December 2011 17:40 (twelve years ago) link
"A cynical inner voice cut through her thoughts. A thought froze in her brain. On safer ground, she paused to reflect a moment. She had known of the strong passion within her. Opening her eyes, she came back to reality. There was no room for romance in her busy schedule."
(all of the above sentences were filed under "Miscellaneous")
― league of women voters, Wednesday, 28 December 2011 17:48 (twelve years ago) link
A cynical inner voice cut through her frozen THOTS like a hot knife through butter?
Am I doing this right?
― his eyes suddenly filled with fierce sparkling (Fotherington Thomas), Wednesday, 28 December 2011 17:50 (twelve years ago) link
(I've just realised that I love this language so much because it is, really, so much the language of bad slash.)
― his eyes suddenly filled with fierce sparkling (Fotherington Thomas), Wednesday, 28 December 2011 17:51 (twelve years ago) link
The first phrase in the book is "her hose felt like sheaths of clammy cloth on her exceptionally pretty legs"The last phrase in the book is "her mind was filled with sour thoughts"
I think the rest is just connect the dots.
― league of women voters, Wednesday, 28 December 2011 17:56 (twelve years ago) link
i think if you printed a bunch of these in different fonts and colors and sizes and then put them together as a story and pasted them on a wall or board or s.thing and hung it itd be a cool piece of art esp if the strung together sentences also made a face or picture or s.thing
― well then (є(٥_ ٥)э), Wednesday, 28 December 2011 18:05 (twelve years ago) link
sheaths of clammy cloth.
Just...
sheaths of clammy cloth. It is a delight to say. It rolls so wonderfully off the tongue, like a single malt scotch whisky.
― his eyes suddenly filled with fierce sparkling (Fotherington Thomas), Wednesday, 28 December 2011 18:06 (twelve years ago) link
I have given these some thought, and I am going with she stopped suddenly and slowly turned in a circle because there may be some demonic possession or witchcraft involved, or at the very least something other than stumbling or being impatient.
― league of women voters, Tuesday, December 27, 2011 5:07 PM (Yesterday) Bookmark Permalink
yah I voted this one as it intrigued me cause something unnatural is clearly happening
― Cooper Chucklebutt, Wednesday, 28 December 2011 18:08 (twelve years ago) link
"With a deliberately casual movement, she turned and faced him. She swiveled slowly, her delight growing. He hunched over, his arms resting on his thighs. He spread his hands regretfully and shrugged."
how about if i arrange the phrases around the two little flowers at the center of this picture http://farm7.staticflickr.com/6058/6292151395_66d23852f9.jpg
(those are all unpolled options of Turns, Shrugs, and Leaning btw)
― league of women voters, Wednesday, 28 December 2011 18:15 (twelve years ago) link
ok, let me try again. what about if i use pictures from the marshall cavendish encyclopedia of the human mind and body?
i have issue 79 right here, and it contains a long story about 10 year old girl Alison and her physical and mental growth as well as an article about poisons, and another one about prostitution. There is a picture of a sebaceous cyst on someone's scalp on the back cover. The whole thing is pretty gnarly.
http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7141/6594501137_66dfa8acfb.jpg
― league of women voters, Thursday, 29 December 2011 15:45 (twelve years ago) link
Ha ha, I missed this one. Yes, I fully support this art project!
― Sheaths of ClammyCloth (Fotherington Thomas), Thursday, 29 December 2011 15:50 (twelve years ago) link
Sort of like this, but with different words and I don't have to actually CUT UP THE BOOK like I used tohttp://farm8.staticflickr.com/7015/6595063719_49f1e3642b.jpg
― league of women voters, Thursday, 29 December 2011 17:45 (twelve years ago) link
I think that would actually be awesome.
(I like the cut-up look, but that book sounds too precious to destroy)
― Sheaths of ClammyCloth (Fotherington Thomas), Thursday, 29 December 2011 17:59 (twelve years ago) link
i just found some more seriously lol entries
* his bulbous nose dominated his meaty features* he had acquired a polished veneer* his fat face melted into a buttery smile
― league of women voters, Friday, 30 December 2011 21:09 (twelve years ago) link
Ewwwwwwwww
― Illia Rump (emil.y), Friday, 30 December 2011 21:10 (twelve years ago) link
"she gave a choked, desperate laugh"
― league of women voters, Friday, 30 December 2011 21:14 (twelve years ago) link
Ewwwwwwwww― Illia Rump (emil.y), Friday, December 30, 2011 9:10 PM (4 minutes ago) Bookmark Permalink"she gave a choked, desperate laugh"― league of women voters, Friday, December 30, 2011 9:14 PM (30 seconds ago) Bookmark Permalink
― Illia Rump (emil.y), Friday, December 30, 2011 9:10 PM (4 minutes ago) Bookmark Permalink
― league of women voters, Friday, December 30, 2011 9:14 PM (30 seconds ago) Bookmark Permalink
I love how well these posts go together ;-)
― Sheaths of ClammyCloth (Fotherington Thomas), Friday, 30 December 2011 21:15 (twelve years ago) link
HIS FAT FACE MELTED INTO A BUTTERY SMILE OM NOM NOM
― wore glasses and said things (thejenny), Friday, 30 December 2011 22:17 (twelve years ago) link
* he had acquired a polished veneer
http://slurmed.com/fanart/amanda-j/009_golden-bender_by-amanda-j.gif
― Leave town with an orange, and pretend you're laughing at it. (Trayce), Friday, 30 December 2011 22:25 (twelve years ago) link
She stopped suddenly and slowly turned in a circle, her face melting into butter.
― wore glasses and said things (thejenny), Friday, 30 December 2011 22:30 (twelve years ago) link
A polished veneer of butter?
― Sheaths of ClammyCloth (Fotherington Thomas), Friday, 30 December 2011 22:34 (twelve years ago) link
Automatic thread bump. This poll is closing tomorrow.
― System, Saturday, 31 December 2011 00:01 (twelve years ago) link
http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3010/2478604618_596cd50400.jpg
― thompp, Saturday, 31 December 2011 00:51 (twelve years ago) link
http://awfullibrarybooks.net/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/romancewriters-2.jpg
― league of women voters, Saturday, 31 December 2011 15:00 (twelve years ago) link
"His gaze was riveted on her face, then moved over her body slowly" - I don't know about your workmanship quality, but I expect that when something is riveted, it doesn't move, slowly or otherwise!
Soft gazes, drillbit gazes that bore into you, riveting you like plate metal... what else do gazes do?
This is such a goldmine.
― Dowr Toemm (Fotherington Thomas), Saturday, 31 December 2011 15:15 (twelve years ago) link
"he scanned her critically and beamed approval"
http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcR4PYp6m7hs7wCDdf4S8BDh2a0zhUmu_H_aZwSvbu5t4gWjJrPE
― ledge, Saturday, 31 December 2011 17:21 (twelve years ago) link
He was so disturbing to her in every way. Hahahaha
― wore glasses and said things (thejenny), Saturday, 31 December 2011 17:43 (twelve years ago) link
Automatic thread bump. This poll's results are now in.
― System, Sunday, 1 January 2012 00:01 (twelve years ago) link
― league of women voters, Tuesday, 27 December 2011 22:07 (5 days ago) Permalink
will anyone vote for he gave an impatient shrug? seems kinda lazy and barely distinguishable from he shrugged dismissively
― league of women voters, Tuesday, 27 December 2011 22:12 (5 days ago)
i guess we could have stopped right here
WINNERA: NO
― league of women voters, Sunday, 1 January 2012 01:23 (twelve years ago) link
his gaze fell to the creamy expanse of her neckcreamy and clottedlike sour milk risen to the topof a bulging glasswith fat thighs
― remy bean in exile, Sunday, 1 January 2012 02:16 (twelve years ago) link
there was a tingling in the pit of her stomachdeeper, tooher intestinesoh shitthe intestinal parisites were rebelling
he gave her body a raking glancea shoveling grimaceand a chainsawing slap across the ass
― remy bean in exile, Sunday, 1 January 2012 02:18 (twelve years ago) link
something intense flared through his enchantment hemorrhoids.
― remy bean in exile, Sunday, 1 January 2012 02:19 (twelve years ago) link