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Random First Sentences
A stench rose from the greasy man- I wanted to vomit.
Nice- quite the predicamentI often find myselves in odd predicaments- yes, myselves.
Let me hear your maniacal laughter. Come on. I can't hear you. Hmmm... Ok, you're worthy of reading this.
lmao... Mine get's stuck in my throat. But in truth... any evil guy who's really evil doesn't laugh manically. They prefer witty humour instead.
LOL! AWESOME Amanda!Maniacal laughter...I was very disturbed last time I heard it.
LolHe never makes sense, but on the other hand, do I?
This is funSophistication is for loosers. Of course, maybe that's just my opion because I'm jealous of the sophisticated...
I saw a Yeti eat a chicken once. I swear. I barbecued it for him. He'd never seen anything like it. Now I'm his personal chef. But I only work part time. They don't offer welfare to people with half-eaten legs. Otherwise I'd cook for him all the time... so I won't die.
My therapist told me I should write a book. But what the hell am I supposed to write about? I hate fiction, and I'm too lazy to write non-fiction. So instead of writing a book, I'm going to write out the meaning of life. Now you know why I'm seeing a therapist.
I haven't seen my pyschiatrist in a few days. The last thing she said to me was, "You're driving me insane!" She might visit a few days, right?
LolThe thunder clouds arrived over head and its rain was the tears I wanted to shed.
LolEver seen Chainsaw Massacure? I had nightmares for a week, especially of the furry little cat running around with a huge chainsaw.
Ever met my mom on a bad day? Those are the days you won't to stay at your friends' house for as long as you can.
lol, awesomeEver get the feeling you're being watched? Sometimes at night I hear this big snoring-like sound from my brother's room. Who's in there?
:)Smoke billowed in the wind as my hosue burned to the ground. I knew I should've come up with a plan in case of a zombie apocalypse.
God is like and imaginary friend, your subconscious crying out for help to anyone and anything. And right now, God is holding my hand. Because I am alone.
for Stephanie: Apocalypse.I always wanted to know what it felt like to sit at the very top of a tree and look out over the city. But I was too short to climb to even the lowest branch.
i walked down the street looking into the eyes of those passing me, getting more and more frantic as they didn't notice. "hello?!" i yelled at a women holding the hand of a child. She ignored me. "hey!" i yelled to a man in a suit on my opposite side. He ignored. I stopped and screamed. I ran to an old man, i shook his shoulders frantically. His eyes seemed glazed over. He didn't/couldn't/wouldn't see me.copyrighted! :P
I can see, but see pain. I can hear, but hear screaming. I can feel, but I feel empty. I can smell, but I smell something vile. I can taste, but all I want to taste is your lips on mine. Only you can save me.
Bird, the simple word, who knew it would be my death.((First thing that came to mind...))
Kyra wrote: “I am cursed.”Good line, Kyra!
When he woke up the next morning and realized that the woman lying beside him wasn’t his wife but the wife of his best friend, he had a feeling it was going to be a problematic day.
When Michael Sabatini learned that he would be his twelve-year-old niece's new guardian after the death of his sister and her husband, his first reaction was a series of words not typically spoken around girls so young.
AHAHHHAHAHAH!!!!!!!!!!!! THAT was a good one.
"The day started out pretty good, actually. Mangoes were ripe, stream was full of fish, and I was able to sit back and relax long enough to forget to add 'the' before 'mangoes' and 'stream.'So I should've figured out pretty quickly that the day was going to end badly for me, but I was feeling pretty optimistic back then."
You’re reading Silent Spring? I love Rachel Carson’s writing. I didn’t know anyone read her books anymore. One my favorites lines of hers is “The edge of the sea is a strange and beautiful place.”
M wrote: "You’re reading Silent Spring? I love Rachel Carson’s writing. I didn’t know anyone read her books anymore. One my favorites lines of hers is “The edge of the sea is a strange and beautiful place.”"I love her work!!! So far I've just read Silent Spring, but I'm trying to get my hands on The Sea Around Us. XD She was my fifth-grade idol.
You know society is troubled when one can hang a McDonald's flag from the same pole as the American flag, and no one gives it a backwards glance.
Were they flying the McDonald’s flag on the top or on the bottom? I put my foot down about that.
Comes to with a start. Thank you, Alex! (Looks around blankly.) I needed a bath.
I’m using the old air card. The service is obsolete, and I have to go offline then back on every time I want to go from one thing to another on Facebook or Goodreads. When I disappear, it means that what’s on my screen is stuck.Oh, I forgot about the laundry. I better go get the clothes out of the washer. Tomorrow is Monday. Is tomorrow Monday? This certainly has been a short weekend!
Happy Monday! I’d better go starch and iron some clothes.
Death and I are old friends; I met him around the fall of the Roman Empire.
I know this is for sentences but I have some titles I've never found any use for:"I'll Fly Away"; "The Art of Self-Absorption"; and "The Candidate and the Preacher." I had one "My Funny Valentine" but I think I have finally found a use for it.
I looked at the x-ray. Yup, just my luck. Of course I had to be completely healthy.
Nice. I would read a story starting with that.
I'm not a violent person. I just kill at least one person a week.
Haha. Is it wong that I actually like that sentence for a beginning?
Naw. I would make it into a story about a beauracrat who authorizes black ops or something. Hence the fact that he's not a violent person by nature - he only looks at the violence through a veil of paperwork.
Say Edward. The "I'm not a violent person; I just kill two people a week"? I think technically that's two sentences. Of course, I had a few suggestion titles.
"To be truly original you must first know enough to tell."
When I came to understand that I knew enough was at the very moment that I understood that my understanding had come too late.
My dad reached up with a chainsaw and hacked off the whole branch right before my eyes. No one sees the beauty in the world. I wanted to cry. But I was crying for nothing. The key to happiness and the meaning of life mean nothing when all the world is blind.