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Caitlan
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Jul 25, 2013 05:52PM
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I've always known I was crazy. I just didn't know how far crazy can go.
Just to find out if he/she breaks a hip from twerking! XD
Random First Sentence:There is a secret world in my refrigerator.
I might use that, actually.
It wasn't the fat in my belly that revealed the state of my being, but what others perceived falling from my nostrils.
“If you have ever ‘lost’ yourself reading a book, listening to music, or watching a play or a movie--you’ve been hypnotized.”Bernhardt, Roger, and David Martin. Self-Mastery Through Self-Hypnosis. New York: Signet, 1978.
LOL! Really, Belly? Thank you!The perception that hypnosis is everywhere, seems a little like hyperbole to me but, maybe, that's why I can fall asleep anywhere.
Huh. That makes so much sense! I must be very...hypnotizable, because I get that with music and books all the time.
The problem with sense is that no matter how much of it is sprinkled in a room of intellects, their conclusions generally stink.
She pulled out her gun and said, "I really don't think you want to do that."
His fingers stopped moving her zipper downward when she casually mentioned that her husband was a Marine.
M wrote: "His fingers stopped moving her zipper downward when she casually mentioned that her husband was a Marine."lol nice. Yeah I think that would def put a damper on things. I can see this scene perfectly. Amazing how one sentence can created such imagery.
Thank you, Nate. And thank you for an example to kick off the horror-story game. I’ve moved Lacee’s idea over to the Games folder.
A great sentence, Alex! It says a lot through what it leaves unsaid. I don’t know what kind of situation John and Benedict now face, but I don’t have a good feeling about it.
M wrote: "Thank you, Nate. And thank you for an example to kick off the horror-story game. I’ve moved Lacee’s idea over to the Games folder."np. gtk
When he opened the door and saw her standing there, he wasn’t sure whether it was the look in her eyes or the long-barreled .357 Magnum she held in her hand that told him she had never forgiven him for murdering her husband.
(I want to know more about the narrator’s childhood and adolescence in that pool of mermaids.)
The last day of Earth's existence, Carl grumbled, and he could only find cold pizza for breakfast.
Alex (Al) wrote: "Tsk, tsk, M. How naughty! I like it!The thing John feared most was not death, spiders or being alone, but Benedict's inability to lie during situations like the one the two of them now faced."
Al, do you watch Sherlock? I just thought that was weird, seeing how Benedict Cumberpatch plays Sherlock, and you know. John Watson is Sherlock's partner.
Kat, where's your hypothetical synesthesia?I am taking great delight in all of these first sentences. I wonder, could they be made into a book?
He watched the man, his neighbour without a name, slowly and wordless get tortured to death by an elderly woman who looked like his grandmother.
When one fair morning at the postoffice elderly Mrs. Wroxtham had pointed her lion’s-head cane at him, he hadn’t expected a .32 caliber bullet to come out of the end of it.
LOL. You just noticed that, Guy? It's been gone fore a while.
After the glance his wife had given him, when “The End” flashed on the theater’s screen, Arnold knew his troubles had just begun.
Kat, I may not be fast, but I am slow. (I loved that phrase, though, the hypothetical synesthete.)It wasn't the reality that the ghost's position on the after death was untenable that caused him grief, but that everyone he met there was, like him, Cassandra.
M wrote: "When one fair morning at the postoffice elderly Mrs. Wroxtham had pointed her lion’s-head cane at him, he hadn’t expected a .32 caliber bullet to come out of the end of it."Oh yes!
Awesome, Guy.Though they call the decrepit, old, 4-foot pink playhouse sitting in the corner a treehouse, it is not made of wood, nor is it of any close proximity to a tree.
Thank you, Ducky! And an awesome sentence, by the way, to open a fantasy novel involving a pink playhouse.
When my mother returned, after having been abducted by space aliens, she refused to eat noodles or watch Star Trek reruns.
Treasure Ducky wrote: "Awesome, Guy.Though they call the decrepit, old, 4-foot pink playhouse sitting in the corner a treehouse, it is not made of wood, nor is it of any close proximity to a tree."
(cracking up) I take it you've had some personal experience with this one?
M wrote: "When my mother returned, after having been abducted by space aliens, she refused to eat noodles or watch Star Trek reruns."LOL! Very funny, M!!
Kelsie Barnes was fifteen, obsessed with black cats, and had a paler complexion than anyone else I had ever met.
I shouldn’t have read that just before bedtime. It’s hard to get to sleep when you’re laughing!
Belly wrote: "I knew I'd hit the big time when the death threats began to outnumber the junk mail."
Lol!
Lol!
After looking at the clouds the entire day, I still don't know how to predict the weather.
Belly wrote: "I'd just smoked a meerschaum stuffed full with pencil shavings when the ironing board stumbled out of the laundry room and confessed to murdering my hamster."
Lol! Such imagination, Belly! :)
Lol! Such imagination, Belly! :)
Treasure Ducky wrote: "Awesome, Guy.Though they call the decrepit, old, 4-foot pink playhouse sitting in the corner a treehouse, it is not made of wood, nor is it of any close proximity to a tree."
LOL! Thank you TD. Your sentence brought a big smile to my face. I would definitely read more of any novel that began with this.
Belly, M, Leslie, Kyra, a great start to my work day.
I agree with Leslie. Belly’s #350 must be the most original line in the thread. The narrator wasn’t smoking Sepio Lite.
Thanks, Guy, I thought it was kind of funny. I was trapped in that decrepit pink house the other day, and felt the need to make my plight known. XDBwahahaha! Awesome, Belly.
In the beginning I can't tell you what happened because I wasn't there, although there are plenty of people who weren't there either who would be more than happy to tell you their version of events.
I could say that I've never told this story before but if I did that I'd be lying because of my parole officer.
(Very good, indeed, J.T.)Standard warning: The last three people I told this story to died before their time, while the fourth had to wait over a century to successfully commit suicide.
[LOL Edward. Nice CJ.]
