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Computer, low battery. Need recharge. Computer.
Missing;gone. Disregarded hope and faith.
New shoes or old shoes? Neither.
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Baby shoes for sale; never worn.
Baxter wrote: "Classic one by Hemmingway:
Baby shoes for sale; never worn. "
That's not depressing.
Baby shoes for sale; never worn. "
That's not depressing.
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Baby shoes for sale; never worn. "
That's not depressing.
"
Totally not. Rather jolly in fact.
Baxter wrote: "Anna (Maxy) wrote: "Baxter wrote: "Classic one by Hemmingway:
Baby shoes for sale; never worn. "
That's not depressing.
"
Totally not. Rather jolly in fact.
"
Ha. That was six words.
Spiraling into depression; no one helps.
Baby shoes for sale; never worn. "
That's not depressing.
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Totally not. Rather jolly in fact.
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Ha. That was six words.
Spiraling into depression; no one helps.
She laughs at purple, squishy elephants.
Horses love to gallop; cars speed.
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THIS SENTENCE DOESN'T REALLY MAKE SENSE.
A breeze breathed through the curtains.
Dust was fairy sparkle at sunset.
Lemon meringue pie decorated his face.
He clapped when the generator blew.
THIS IS JUST LIKE A HAIKU!!Hey, that actually works, you know!
Oh my gosh!! That one too!!!
Okay, I should stop that now...
She laughed evilly and couldn't stop.
Wow. Four right in a row.Hahaha. I laughed for fun. Hahaha.
Pictures always kill. Really. Believe me.
I couldn't help myself. I laughed.For the first time, I loved.
I stood silently. Watching. Waiting. Listening.
We started to run. I faltered. I would never forget it. Ever.
When will it end? At death.
How many are there possible? Millions.
Millions, yes. Just take a few.
He shivered in the cold cell.
I am the one and only. I am death. I am pain.
He will die by my hand.
His first breath was his last.
(No, I'm not morbid at all.)
We couldn't survive. Not like this.
I finally knew what "happy" meant.
This was the end of it.
I am fresh out of ideas.
Or maybe I'm not. Who knows?
"You can't!" I screamed, panting. "No!"
I'm the world's most random person.
He didn't understand. He never would.
(No, I'm not morbid at all.)
We couldn't survive. Not like this.
I finally knew what "happy" meant.
This was the end of it.
I am fresh out of ideas.
Or maybe I'm not. Who knows?
"You can't!" I screamed, panting. "No!"
I'm the world's most random person.
He didn't understand. He never would.
There is no peace; not here.
There never was. Not here, anyway.Just another day, just another life.
Just another boring life of mine.
I was completely and undeniable lost.Life is like a onion. Smelly. :)
I am not, yet I am. (can it be 8 word story?) How ironic.
I still cried myself to sleep.
Time passes slower when you're miserable.
Time passes slower when you're miserable.
School: a fate worse than death.
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(No, I'm not morbid at all.)
We couldn't survive. Not like this.
I finally knew what "happy" meant.
This was the end of it.
I am fresh out of ideas.
..."
I love the first one... it's extreamly fitting to one of my characters in a story, actually.
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How can you truly love someone?I was alone in the world.
Happy, CRASH. Inconsolable and depressed. Suicide.Wow. Reflecting on that, I am clearly an extremely happy person. Just one big ball o' sunshine. *snort*
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Shamelessly stealing from other group. Six words. No more, no less. Examples from others:
“Poision; meditation; skiing; ants—nothing worked.”
“Corpse parts missing. Doctor buys yacht.”
So yeah... go ahead and have a go...