Final lines....

[Talysia]

Empires may rise and they may fall, he thought, but in the end, you can't take it with you.

 

[fabio0069]

He was only a human, after all.

 

[Karn Maeshalanadae]

She stared in shock at the scene, flashbacks of the suspense building in her mind until it climaxed to the conclusion. Though she had caught the killer, she had lost a part of her soul to do so.

 

[Reyben]

[This last paragraph has been in my head for a year- I'm still waiting for the rest of the story to turn up. It's mine, and I want to keep it!]

There was the cliff, and the pit, and the long dark in between.
He turned to me, and smiled- that old lopsided smile. I didn't feel fear or anger or despair. I didn't feel hopeless. Because it didn't matter what was waiting. The blind man never lies.
Down is a matter of perspective.
And that's why I laughed, and laughed, and let myself fall.

 

[Tillane]

'Sometimes,' he said, gazing upon the destruction he had wrought on the town, 'all you need is a carrot, and the will to use it.'

 

[Dexter]

He couldn't stop laughing. The Sword of Sorcery, the Ring of Power, even the Light of Athalia were just so many expensive trinkets. The true power was within... everyone!

 

[Karn Maeshalanadae]

She stared out at the smoking, bloody horizon. Nothing had gone right since she had became queen, and this war had led to her downfall. She sighed as blood flowed into the streams of her once-fair land, then straightened her back and resolved to take back what was hers, at any cost.

 

[Reyben]

He sighed, watching the burning barge go down. Dolphins splashed in the surf, throwing grins about with little care.
All right. So that probably hadn't been the job for him. But look on the bright side.
It had never been so fun to swim.

 

[Reyben]

One more, and then I promise I'll stop.

All right. So the bar had been a mistake, the casino had been a mistake, the Sea-life adventure had been a mistake and the Expanding Volcano Liar was definitely a mistake.
But the Lemon Farm would work.
He was sure of it.

 

[nj1]

And thier father always told them the past was bad place to live, at least the past had a future!

 

[mosaix]

His desk was clear apart from the checklist and the pen set neatly to one side.

He sat calmly in the quiet of the office, his hands in his lap, fingers loosely interlinked, and waited.

Not long now, she'll be here soon, he thought. She can't stand the monthly figures being late. She'll be down any minute. Some more bullying, more shouting. Intolerable. And for what? The pittance I get for the hours I put in.

Soon the sound of footsteps on the stairs. The handle turned. The door opened. A strident step. A flash of those steel-grey eyes. The start of a sneer. An intake of breath.

He slid the drawer open, pulled out the silenced gun, shot her just once between the eyes.

He picked up the pen, ticked off the last item on the checklist, returned the gun to the drawer, closed and locked it, made his way across the office, turned for one last look and left, closing the door quietly behind him.

 

[Michael01]

But his mind was not at ease. The Heart of the Dove Clan was no more, and this fact would have the whole clan in mourning. Yegyun's first mission with the elite band of Scouts had been a disaster. He would not—could not—ever forget it.

 

[fabio0069]

Then the horror of it all dawned on him: he was just a character in a really crap book.

 

[Interference]

I will not die like this ...

 

[Michael01]

The curse, as Qel had implied, didn't make Q'La a complete pariah. It made her someone who needed to prove herself again, to the tribe and her Clan. She vowed with all the rage of a vengeful Goddess that she would do this.

And she'd do it by imposing fear in the hearts of the Maugs and all those with evil designs. Her bane will be their bane. For every misfortune she experienced, Q'La would reflect it back to her enemies with cold, enchanted steel and the inferno of her soul.


And, in honor of Fabio's post:

The horror of it all dawned on her: she was in love with a character in a really crap book.

 

[Moonbat]

He peered over the mound of rubbish, piled up against the rusted shutters and steel-barred doorway, to look at what was down there, what was making that smell. He could smell that something was definitely down there, the smell had been lingering in this alley for daysand he had grown accustomed to it. Leaning over the pile he dug his hands into the soggy newspapers and old discarded food that topped it. He wasn't even sure of what he was searching for, but he had an idea that when he did put his hands in it he would know. There were plenty of soft things in the pile but none as soft as the rotting carcass of Molly. His hand went striaght through her skull and his fingertips were dipping into the gooey mess of her brain before he realised that he had touched death.

 

[Grimward]

Since my first two offerings actually are final lines, here's one I'd like to see...

The door closed with a whisper. The whisper lingered long after the door ceased to move, and quieter than the breath of the stars, a dark child laughed.

 

[Interference]

It ended in tears.

 

[Dexter]

He slumped to his knees before the carcass of the Dread Warlock, a shattered wreck himself and knew, without doubt, it had not been worth the price.

 

[ratsy]

Time slowed as his lungs filled with water. The sky grew darker as his lungs lost air and he started to sink deeper and deeper into the abyss that was death. Just as the latest moments of his life were flashing before his eyes, something grabbed hold of him and pulled him upwards. Then all went black.