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[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure	You can’t see me when I fly through your clouds You can’t hear me when I’m far above you You can’t feel me until it’s too late You don’t know how I’m made You don't have the tech Your radar is blank You don’t see the bombs fall	The TV broadcast ended suddenly, leaving everyone trembling with fear. People gathered into the street, their faces turned upwards. The red evening sky started glowing brighter and brighter. A meteor the size of a mountain. It turned the sky bright red. It crashed into the earth. No sound was heard. Then a bang. A scream. Death.
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure	Some said that it was the end of this world. The endless void returned to claim its stolen lands. The Obliteration: the edges shrank away, permanently vanishing. Consumed by nothing itself, a dark wall. There was one thing I knew. It was all falling apart. Four days are left. The end comes. Two days. One.	The TV broadcast ended suddenly, leaving everyone trembling with fear. People gathered into the street, their faces turned upwards. The red evening sky started glowing brighter and brighter. A meteor the size of a mountain. It turned the sky bright red. It crashed into the earth. No sound was heard. Then a bang. A scream. Death.
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure	This is the moment when the world began to end. Everyone though it would be more violent, more horrible. People cried in the streets, their breath ragged. There was one final quiet moment. Four men sat in a diner. Amid silence they were left. They dared not speak. They just waited. And then. Poof.	The TV broadcast ended suddenly, leaving everyone trembling with fear. People gathered into the street, their faces turned upwards. The red evening sky started glowing brighter and brighter. A meteor the size of a mountain. It turned the sky bright red. It crashed into the earth. No sound was heard. Then a bang. A scream. Death.
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure	She looked so soft and pink, sleeping in her crib. I caressed her face and sang her a lullaby. The sweet coos drifted up to my ears. But this is not what I wanted. I have dreams, too, you know? I looked one last time. I lifted a pillow. I kissed her. She struggled. Freedom.	The TV broadcast ended suddenly, leaving everyone trembling with fear. People gathered into the street, their faces turned upwards. The red evening sky started glowing brighter and brighter. A meteor the size of a mountain. It turned the sky bright red. It crashed into the earth. No sound was heard. Then a bang. A scream. Death.
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure	Drifting currents struck the tongue, cyanide binding to heme a3. The trees languidly moved in the stiff, shimmering heat. Under the blistering moonlight, I felt a shift. Bodies reduced to soft grey soot arose. As spark hit tinder, they awoke. And danced, red and naked. Scattered ashes engulfed again. Fire fingers flitting. Red corpses. Blazing.	The TV broadcast ended suddenly, leaving everyone trembling with fear. People gathered into the street, their faces turned upwards. The red evening sky started glowing brighter and brighter. A meteor the size of a mountain. It turned the sky bright red. It crashed into the earth. No sound was heard. Then a bang. A scream. Death.
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure	Oh my god, it feels amazing when I'm inside you. Do you like when I push it in deep? Tell me I'm the biggest you've had. Talk dirty to me, you whore. I could do this forever. Pounding your tight little- Hang on sec. I came. Sorry.	The TV broadcast ended suddenly, leaving everyone trembling with fear. People gathered into the street, their faces turned upwards. The red evening sky started glowing brighter and brighter. A meteor the size of a mountain. It turned the sky bright red. It crashed into the earth. No sound was heard. Then a bang. A scream. Death.
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure	Sarah's hair would drift into her eyes whenever she read. She read books for fun I'd never even open. Just watching her think made me feel sharper. She was so beautiful to me then. Her eyes' light isn't quite gone. But she doesn't read anymore. She calls our children. She watches television. I miss... her.	The TV broadcast ended suddenly, leaving everyone trembling with fear. People gathered into the street, their faces turned upwards. The red evening sky started glowing brighter and brighter. A meteor the size of a mountain. It turned the sky bright red. It crashed into the earth. No sound was heard. Then a bang. A scream. Death.
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure	How had a small argument come to this he wondered. His heart was heavy, he'd cried when she left. He had tried his hardest to fix it. Had he really driven her to this? He shouldn't have told those lies. He couldn't change it though. Now she was gone. Gone forever more. His love. Dead.	The TV broadcast ended suddenly, leaving everyone trembling with fear. People gathered into the street, their faces turned upwards. The red evening sky started glowing brighter and brighter. A meteor the size of a mountain. It turned the sky bright red. It crashed into the earth. No sound was heard. Then a bang. A scream. Death.
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure	As you get older some things get taken from you. You don't notice it at first, you can't see. But as the years go by, abilities reduce. Before you realise, you're capable of nothing. Your potential diminished, living seems pointless. Life squandered, full of regrets. Before fear disabled you. Now you're disabled. You sit. Dying.	The TV broadcast ended suddenly, leaving everyone trembling with fear. People gathered into the street, their faces turned upwards. The red evening sky started glowing brighter and brighter. A meteor the size of a mountain. It turned the sky bright red. It crashed into the earth. No sound was heard. Then a bang. A scream. Death.
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure	A hand written letter found in the mailbox at home. The message is tear stained, scrawled, and low toned. A forgotten fear delivered to the door step. Something one was never ready to accept. Incredulous, it's read in bated breath. Question asked, answer already known. What's reaped was sown. No other option. You must. Go.	The TV broadcast ended suddenly, leaving everyone trembling with fear. People gathered into the street, their faces turned upwards. The red evening sky started glowing brighter and brighter. A meteor the size of a mountain. It turned the sky bright red. It crashed into the earth. No sound was heard. Then a bang. A scream. Death.
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure	The sound it makes is like a dry, stuttering groan. It feels like sandpaper in some places, which sucks. Elsewhere, it feels smooth, just as expected. The terror I expected is absent, strangely. However, my body makes me struggle. No flashes before my eyes. The families are watching. They want this. Women cry. Release. I don't know, it's a hanging, I tried. I'm terrible at these.	The TV broadcast ended suddenly, leaving everyone trembling with fear. People gathered into the street, their faces turned upwards. The red evening sky started glowing brighter and brighter. A meteor the size of a mountain. It turned the sky bright red. It crashed into the earth. No sound was heard. Then a bang. A scream. Death.
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure	“Choose your words very carefully if you want to live.” You get one shot at this, so think hard. Come on partner, I just want my share.” He pressed the gun under my chin. “Where’d you hide the goddamn money?” “…It’s all spent already…sorry.” I shut my eyes. Thinking of her. Finally healthy. Smiling.	The TV broadcast ended suddenly, leaving everyone trembling with fear. People gathered into the street, their faces turned upwards. The red evening sky started glowing brighter and brighter. A meteor the size of a mountain. It turned the sky bright red. It crashed into the earth. No sound was heard. Then a bang. A scream. Death.
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure	I log onto the Reddit app on my new phone. I go directly to the best subreddit of all. That glorious thing which is called Gone Wild. You must upgrade to view this subreddit. A dollar ninety-nine on Alien Blue. Is it even worth it? A one time charge? Let me think... Hells Yesss! Fap!	The TV broadcast ended suddenly, leaving everyone trembling with fear. People gathered into the street, their faces turned upwards. The red evening sky started glowing brighter and brighter. A meteor the size of a mountain. It turned the sky bright red. It crashed into the earth. No sound was heard. Then a bang. A scream. Death.
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure	Oh my God, look how fat I am this morning. It's only a matter of time before I explode. I can't believe I ate so many doughnuts. How can I possibly face the world? I don't know, maybe I can. Well to think of it. I may be wrong. I look good. In this. Thong	The TV broadcast ended suddenly, leaving everyone trembling with fear. People gathered into the street, their faces turned upwards. The red evening sky started glowing brighter and brighter. A meteor the size of a mountain. It turned the sky bright red. It crashed into the earth. No sound was heard. Then a bang. A scream. Death.
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure	Born, screaming and writhing in blood that was not mine. Grew, wrestling dad and knowing my victories were empty. Matured, playing football and learning to hate failure. Enlisted, believing I would make a difference. Deployed, thinking this was my time. Planned, knowing the enemy's location. Attacked, leaving safety behind. Ambushed, discovering fear. Writhed, bleeding. Mine.	The TV broadcast ended suddenly, leaving everyone trembling with fear. People gathered into the street, their faces turned upwards. The red evening sky started glowing brighter and brighter. A meteor the size of a mountain. It turned the sky bright red. It crashed into the earth. No sound was heard. Then a bang. A scream. Death.
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure	I watch in awe and admiration his determination, persistent pride. An old, tired craftsman upright on a piano stool. Tones so soft made by hands so strong. Rhythm is machine-like in his head. However, real soul is clearly audible. He nudges the piano keys. He nods in time. I'll remember this. For now. Forever. (Adapted poem I wrote about my father).	Humanity's reaction as the rock grew brighter became quite intense. Unfortunately too long experts thought the danger was benign. The carefree men and women made revelry great. The religious folk blindly shouted, "tis' Heaven"! We quickly lost control of basics. Now clear we won't survive. So no plan before? Yes, sounds fathery. Not hitherto? Anyone?
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure	I found a little kitty out in the corn field. He looked at me with his big green eyes. I could not resist and brought him home. Warm in my jacket he slept until arriving. In my house he sniffed around. His eyes turned blood red. He jumped five feet. He removed my esophagus. Blood poured out. I'm dying. Cats.	Humanity's reaction as the rock grew brighter became quite intense. Unfortunately too long experts thought the danger was benign. The carefree men and women made revelry great. The religious folk blindly shouted, "tis' Heaven"! We quickly lost control of basics. Now clear we won't survive. So no plan before? Yes, sounds fathery. Not hitherto? Anyone?
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure	You can’t see me when I fly through your clouds You can’t hear me when I’m far above you You can’t feel me until it’s too late You don’t know how I’m made You don't have the tech Your radar is blank You don’t see the bombs fall	Humanity's reaction as the rock grew brighter became quite intense. Unfortunately too long experts thought the danger was benign. The carefree men and women made revelry great. The religious folk blindly shouted, "tis' Heaven"! We quickly lost control of basics. Now clear we won't survive. So no plan before? Yes, sounds fathery. Not hitherto? Anyone?
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure	Some said that it was the end of this world. The endless void returned to claim its stolen lands. The Obliteration: the edges shrank away, permanently vanishing. Consumed by nothing itself, a dark wall. There was one thing I knew. It was all falling apart. Four days are left. The end comes. Two days. One.	Humanity's reaction as the rock grew brighter became quite intense. Unfortunately too long experts thought the danger was benign. The carefree men and women made revelry great. The religious folk blindly shouted, "tis' Heaven"! We quickly lost control of basics. Now clear we won't survive. So no plan before? Yes, sounds fathery. Not hitherto? Anyone?
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure	This is the moment when the world began to end. Everyone though it would be more violent, more horrible. People cried in the streets, their breath ragged. There was one final quiet moment. Four men sat in a diner. Amid silence they were left. They dared not speak. They just waited. And then. Poof.	Humanity's reaction as the rock grew brighter became quite intense. Unfortunately too long experts thought the danger was benign. The carefree men and women made revelry great. The religious folk blindly shouted, "tis' Heaven"! We quickly lost control of basics. Now clear we won't survive. So no plan before? Yes, sounds fathery. Not hitherto? Anyone?
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure	She looked so soft and pink, sleeping in her crib. I caressed her face and sang her a lullaby. The sweet coos drifted up to my ears. But this is not what I wanted. I have dreams, too, you know? I looked one last time. I lifted a pillow. I kissed her. She struggled. Freedom.	Humanity's reaction as the rock grew brighter became quite intense. Unfortunately too long experts thought the danger was benign. The carefree men and women made revelry great. The religious folk blindly shouted, "tis' Heaven"! We quickly lost control of basics. Now clear we won't survive. So no plan before? Yes, sounds fathery. Not hitherto? Anyone?
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure	Drifting currents struck the tongue, cyanide binding to heme a3. The trees languidly moved in the stiff, shimmering heat. Under the blistering moonlight, I felt a shift. Bodies reduced to soft grey soot arose. As spark hit tinder, they awoke. And danced, red and naked. Scattered ashes engulfed again. Fire fingers flitting. Red corpses. Blazing.	Humanity's reaction as the rock grew brighter became quite intense. Unfortunately too long experts thought the danger was benign. The carefree men and women made revelry great. The religious folk blindly shouted, "tis' Heaven"! We quickly lost control of basics. Now clear we won't survive. So no plan before? Yes, sounds fathery. Not hitherto? Anyone?
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure	Oh my god, it feels amazing when I'm inside you. Do you like when I push it in deep? Tell me I'm the biggest you've had. Talk dirty to me, you whore. I could do this forever. Pounding your tight little- Hang on sec. I came. Sorry.	Humanity's reaction as the rock grew brighter became quite intense. Unfortunately too long experts thought the danger was benign. The carefree men and women made revelry great. The religious folk blindly shouted, "tis' Heaven"! We quickly lost control of basics. Now clear we won't survive. So no plan before? Yes, sounds fathery. Not hitherto? Anyone?
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure	Sarah's hair would drift into her eyes whenever she read. She read books for fun I'd never even open. Just watching her think made me feel sharper. She was so beautiful to me then. Her eyes' light isn't quite gone. But she doesn't read anymore. She calls our children. She watches television. I miss... her.	Humanity's reaction as the rock grew brighter became quite intense. Unfortunately too long experts thought the danger was benign. The carefree men and women made revelry great. The religious folk blindly shouted, "tis' Heaven"! We quickly lost control of basics. Now clear we won't survive. So no plan before? Yes, sounds fathery. Not hitherto? Anyone?
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure	How had a small argument come to this he wondered. His heart was heavy, he'd cried when she left. He had tried his hardest to fix it. Had he really driven her to this? He shouldn't have told those lies. He couldn't change it though. Now she was gone. Gone forever more. His love. Dead.	Humanity's reaction as the rock grew brighter became quite intense. Unfortunately too long experts thought the danger was benign. The carefree men and women made revelry great. The religious folk blindly shouted, "tis' Heaven"! We quickly lost control of basics. Now clear we won't survive. So no plan before? Yes, sounds fathery. Not hitherto? Anyone?
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure	As you get older some things get taken from you. You don't notice it at first, you can't see. But as the years go by, abilities reduce. Before you realise, you're capable of nothing. Your potential diminished, living seems pointless. Life squandered, full of regrets. Before fear disabled you. Now you're disabled. You sit. Dying.	Humanity's reaction as the rock grew brighter became quite intense. Unfortunately too long experts thought the danger was benign. The carefree men and women made revelry great. The religious folk blindly shouted, "tis' Heaven"! We quickly lost control of basics. Now clear we won't survive. So no plan before? Yes, sounds fathery. Not hitherto? Anyone?
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure	A hand written letter found in the mailbox at home. The message is tear stained, scrawled, and low toned. A forgotten fear delivered to the door step. Something one was never ready to accept. Incredulous, it's read in bated breath. Question asked, answer already known. What's reaped was sown. No other option. You must. Go.	Humanity's reaction as the rock grew brighter became quite intense. Unfortunately too long experts thought the danger was benign. The carefree men and women made revelry great. The religious folk blindly shouted, "tis' Heaven"! We quickly lost control of basics. Now clear we won't survive. So no plan before? Yes, sounds fathery. Not hitherto? Anyone?
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure	The sound it makes is like a dry, stuttering groan. It feels like sandpaper in some places, which sucks. Elsewhere, it feels smooth, just as expected. The terror I expected is absent, strangely. However, my body makes me struggle. No flashes before my eyes. The families are watching. They want this. Women cry. Release. I don't know, it's a hanging, I tried. I'm terrible at these.	Humanity's reaction as the rock grew brighter became quite intense. Unfortunately too long experts thought the danger was benign. The carefree men and women made revelry great. The religious folk blindly shouted, "tis' Heaven"! We quickly lost control of basics. Now clear we won't survive. So no plan before? Yes, sounds fathery. Not hitherto? Anyone?
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure	“Choose your words very carefully if you want to live.” You get one shot at this, so think hard. Come on partner, I just want my share.” He pressed the gun under my chin. “Where’d you hide the goddamn money?” “…It’s all spent already…sorry.” I shut my eyes. Thinking of her. Finally healthy. Smiling.	Humanity's reaction as the rock grew brighter became quite intense. Unfortunately too long experts thought the danger was benign. The carefree men and women made revelry great. The religious folk blindly shouted, "tis' Heaven"! We quickly lost control of basics. Now clear we won't survive. So no plan before? Yes, sounds fathery. Not hitherto? Anyone?
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure	I log onto the Reddit app on my new phone. I go directly to the best subreddit of all. That glorious thing which is called Gone Wild. You must upgrade to view this subreddit. A dollar ninety-nine on Alien Blue. Is it even worth it? A one time charge? Let me think... Hells Yesss! Fap!	Humanity's reaction as the rock grew brighter became quite intense. Unfortunately too long experts thought the danger was benign. The carefree men and women made revelry great. The religious folk blindly shouted, "tis' Heaven"! We quickly lost control of basics. Now clear we won't survive. So no plan before? Yes, sounds fathery. Not hitherto? Anyone?
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure	Oh my God, look how fat I am this morning. It's only a matter of time before I explode. I can't believe I ate so many doughnuts. How can I possibly face the world? I don't know, maybe I can. Well to think of it. I may be wrong. I look good. In this. Thong	Humanity's reaction as the rock grew brighter became quite intense. Unfortunately too long experts thought the danger was benign. The carefree men and women made revelry great. The religious folk blindly shouted, "tis' Heaven"! We quickly lost control of basics. Now clear we won't survive. So no plan before? Yes, sounds fathery. Not hitherto? Anyone?
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure	Born, screaming and writhing in blood that was not mine. Grew, wrestling dad and knowing my victories were empty. Matured, playing football and learning to hate failure. Enlisted, believing I would make a difference. Deployed, thinking this was my time. Planned, knowing the enemy's location. Attacked, leaving safety behind. Ambushed, discovering fear. Writhed, bleeding. Mine.	Humanity's reaction as the rock grew brighter became quite intense. Unfortunately too long experts thought the danger was benign. The carefree men and women made revelry great. The religious folk blindly shouted, "tis' Heaven"! We quickly lost control of basics. Now clear we won't survive. So no plan before? Yes, sounds fathery. Not hitherto? Anyone?
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure	I watch in awe and admiration his determination, persistent pride. An old, tired craftsman upright on a piano stool. Tones so soft made by hands so strong. Rhythm is machine-like in his head. However, real soul is clearly audible. He nudges the piano keys. He nods in time. I'll remember this. For now. Forever. (Adapted poem I wrote about my father).	I nervously enter the doctor's office, and sit myself down. "Miss Smith, thanks for coming in at short notice. We've had the results of your tests back. I'm afraid to say it's bad news." His words blur; my world collapses. Only one word is clear. Not that; please no. "I'm so sorry" Oh fuck. Cancer.
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure	I found a little kitty out in the corn field. He looked at me with his big green eyes. I could not resist and brought him home. Warm in my jacket he slept until arriving. In my house he sniffed around. His eyes turned blood red. He jumped five feet. He removed my esophagus. Blood poured out. I'm dying. Cats.	I nervously enter the doctor's office, and sit myself down. "Miss Smith, thanks for coming in at short notice. We've had the results of your tests back. I'm afraid to say it's bad news." His words blur; my world collapses. Only one word is clear. Not that; please no. "I'm so sorry" Oh fuck. Cancer.
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure	You can’t see me when I fly through your clouds You can’t hear me when I’m far above you You can’t feel me until it’s too late You don’t know how I’m made You don't have the tech Your radar is blank You don’t see the bombs fall	I nervously enter the doctor's office, and sit myself down. "Miss Smith, thanks for coming in at short notice. We've had the results of your tests back. I'm afraid to say it's bad news." His words blur; my world collapses. Only one word is clear. Not that; please no. "I'm so sorry" Oh fuck. Cancer.
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure	Some said that it was the end of this world. The endless void returned to claim its stolen lands. The Obliteration: the edges shrank away, permanently vanishing. Consumed by nothing itself, a dark wall. There was one thing I knew. It was all falling apart. Four days are left. The end comes. Two days. One.	I nervously enter the doctor's office, and sit myself down. "Miss Smith, thanks for coming in at short notice. We've had the results of your tests back. I'm afraid to say it's bad news." His words blur; my world collapses. Only one word is clear. Not that; please no. "I'm so sorry" Oh fuck. Cancer.
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure	This is the moment when the world began to end. Everyone though it would be more violent, more horrible. People cried in the streets, their breath ragged. There was one final quiet moment. Four men sat in a diner. Amid silence they were left. They dared not speak. They just waited. And then. Poof.	I nervously enter the doctor's office, and sit myself down. "Miss Smith, thanks for coming in at short notice. We've had the results of your tests back. I'm afraid to say it's bad news." His words blur; my world collapses. Only one word is clear. Not that; please no. "I'm so sorry" Oh fuck. Cancer.
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure	She looked so soft and pink, sleeping in her crib. I caressed her face and sang her a lullaby. The sweet coos drifted up to my ears. But this is not what I wanted. I have dreams, too, you know? I looked one last time. I lifted a pillow. I kissed her. She struggled. Freedom.	I nervously enter the doctor's office, and sit myself down. "Miss Smith, thanks for coming in at short notice. We've had the results of your tests back. I'm afraid to say it's bad news." His words blur; my world collapses. Only one word is clear. Not that; please no. "I'm so sorry" Oh fuck. Cancer.
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure	Drifting currents struck the tongue, cyanide binding to heme a3. The trees languidly moved in the stiff, shimmering heat. Under the blistering moonlight, I felt a shift. Bodies reduced to soft grey soot arose. As spark hit tinder, they awoke. And danced, red and naked. Scattered ashes engulfed again. Fire fingers flitting. Red corpses. Blazing.	I nervously enter the doctor's office, and sit myself down. "Miss Smith, thanks for coming in at short notice. We've had the results of your tests back. I'm afraid to say it's bad news." His words blur; my world collapses. Only one word is clear. Not that; please no. "I'm so sorry" Oh fuck. Cancer.
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure	Oh my god, it feels amazing when I'm inside you. Do you like when I push it in deep? Tell me I'm the biggest you've had. Talk dirty to me, you whore. I could do this forever. Pounding your tight little- Hang on sec. I came. Sorry.	I nervously enter the doctor's office, and sit myself down. "Miss Smith, thanks for coming in at short notice. We've had the results of your tests back. I'm afraid to say it's bad news." His words blur; my world collapses. Only one word is clear. Not that; please no. "I'm so sorry" Oh fuck. Cancer.
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure	Sarah's hair would drift into her eyes whenever she read. She read books for fun I'd never even open. Just watching her think made me feel sharper. She was so beautiful to me then. Her eyes' light isn't quite gone. But she doesn't read anymore. She calls our children. She watches television. I miss... her.	I nervously enter the doctor's office, and sit myself down. "Miss Smith, thanks for coming in at short notice. We've had the results of your tests back. I'm afraid to say it's bad news." His words blur; my world collapses. Only one word is clear. Not that; please no. "I'm so sorry" Oh fuck. Cancer.
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure	How had a small argument come to this he wondered. His heart was heavy, he'd cried when she left. He had tried his hardest to fix it. Had he really driven her to this? He shouldn't have told those lies. He couldn't change it though. Now she was gone. Gone forever more. His love. Dead.	I nervously enter the doctor's office, and sit myself down. "Miss Smith, thanks for coming in at short notice. We've had the results of your tests back. I'm afraid to say it's bad news." His words blur; my world collapses. Only one word is clear. Not that; please no. "I'm so sorry" Oh fuck. Cancer.
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure	As you get older some things get taken from you. You don't notice it at first, you can't see. But as the years go by, abilities reduce. Before you realise, you're capable of nothing. Your potential diminished, living seems pointless. Life squandered, full of regrets. Before fear disabled you. Now you're disabled. You sit. Dying.	I nervously enter the doctor's office, and sit myself down. "Miss Smith, thanks for coming in at short notice. We've had the results of your tests back. I'm afraid to say it's bad news." His words blur; my world collapses. Only one word is clear. Not that; please no. "I'm so sorry" Oh fuck. Cancer.
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure	A hand written letter found in the mailbox at home. The message is tear stained, scrawled, and low toned. A forgotten fear delivered to the door step. Something one was never ready to accept. Incredulous, it's read in bated breath. Question asked, answer already known. What's reaped was sown. No other option. You must. Go.	I nervously enter the doctor's office, and sit myself down. "Miss Smith, thanks for coming in at short notice. We've had the results of your tests back. I'm afraid to say it's bad news." His words blur; my world collapses. Only one word is clear. Not that; please no. "I'm so sorry" Oh fuck. Cancer.
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure	The sound it makes is like a dry, stuttering groan. It feels like sandpaper in some places, which sucks. Elsewhere, it feels smooth, just as expected. The terror I expected is absent, strangely. However, my body makes me struggle. No flashes before my eyes. The families are watching. They want this. Women cry. Release. I don't know, it's a hanging, I tried. I'm terrible at these.	I nervously enter the doctor's office, and sit myself down. "Miss Smith, thanks for coming in at short notice. We've had the results of your tests back. I'm afraid to say it's bad news." His words blur; my world collapses. Only one word is clear. Not that; please no. "I'm so sorry" Oh fuck. Cancer.
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure	“Choose your words very carefully if you want to live.” You get one shot at this, so think hard. Come on partner, I just want my share.” He pressed the gun under my chin. “Where’d you hide the goddamn money?” “…It’s all spent already…sorry.” I shut my eyes. Thinking of her. Finally healthy. Smiling.	I nervously enter the doctor's office, and sit myself down. "Miss Smith, thanks for coming in at short notice. We've had the results of your tests back. I'm afraid to say it's bad news." His words blur; my world collapses. Only one word is clear. Not that; please no. "I'm so sorry" Oh fuck. Cancer.
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure	I log onto the Reddit app on my new phone. I go directly to the best subreddit of all. That glorious thing which is called Gone Wild. You must upgrade to view this subreddit. A dollar ninety-nine on Alien Blue. Is it even worth it? A one time charge? Let me think... Hells Yesss! Fap!	I nervously enter the doctor's office, and sit myself down. "Miss Smith, thanks for coming in at short notice. We've had the results of your tests back. I'm afraid to say it's bad news." His words blur; my world collapses. Only one word is clear. Not that; please no. "I'm so sorry" Oh fuck. Cancer.
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure	Oh my God, look how fat I am this morning. It's only a matter of time before I explode. I can't believe I ate so many doughnuts. How can I possibly face the world? I don't know, maybe I can. Well to think of it. I may be wrong. I look good. In this. Thong	I nervously enter the doctor's office, and sit myself down. "Miss Smith, thanks for coming in at short notice. We've had the results of your tests back. I'm afraid to say it's bad news." His words blur; my world collapses. Only one word is clear. Not that; please no. "I'm so sorry" Oh fuck. Cancer.
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure	Born, screaming and writhing in blood that was not mine. Grew, wrestling dad and knowing my victories were empty. Matured, playing football and learning to hate failure. Enlisted, believing I would make a difference. Deployed, thinking this was my time. Planned, knowing the enemy's location. Attacked, leaving safety behind. Ambushed, discovering fear. Writhed, bleeding. Mine.	I nervously enter the doctor's office, and sit myself down. "Miss Smith, thanks for coming in at short notice. We've had the results of your tests back. I'm afraid to say it's bad news." His words blur; my world collapses. Only one word is clear. Not that; please no. "I'm so sorry" Oh fuck. Cancer.
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure	I watch in awe and admiration his determination, persistent pride. An old, tired craftsman upright on a piano stool. Tones so soft made by hands so strong. Rhythm is machine-like in his head. However, real soul is clearly audible. He nudges the piano keys. He nods in time. I'll remember this. For now. Forever. (Adapted poem I wrote about my father).	I hope this wont hurt, the pain has me scared. My cowardice is sour, the last taste on my tongue. I never wanted to die, but who does. I wonder what I could have become. My body is sore, increasingly cold. And the floor, is swallowing. I try to gulp. The air refuses. I hope. Plead.
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure	I found a little kitty out in the corn field. He looked at me with his big green eyes. I could not resist and brought him home. Warm in my jacket he slept until arriving. In my house he sniffed around. His eyes turned blood red. He jumped five feet. He removed my esophagus. Blood poured out. I'm dying. Cats.	I hope this wont hurt, the pain has me scared. My cowardice is sour, the last taste on my tongue. I never wanted to die, but who does. I wonder what I could have become. My body is sore, increasingly cold. And the floor, is swallowing. I try to gulp. The air refuses. I hope. Plead.
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure	You can’t see me when I fly through your clouds You can’t hear me when I’m far above you You can’t feel me until it’s too late You don’t know how I’m made You don't have the tech Your radar is blank You don’t see the bombs fall	I hope this wont hurt, the pain has me scared. My cowardice is sour, the last taste on my tongue. I never wanted to die, but who does. I wonder what I could have become. My body is sore, increasingly cold. And the floor, is swallowing. I try to gulp. The air refuses. I hope. Plead.
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure	Some said that it was the end of this world. The endless void returned to claim its stolen lands. The Obliteration: the edges shrank away, permanently vanishing. Consumed by nothing itself, a dark wall. There was one thing I knew. It was all falling apart. Four days are left. The end comes. Two days. One.	I hope this wont hurt, the pain has me scared. My cowardice is sour, the last taste on my tongue. I never wanted to die, but who does. I wonder what I could have become. My body is sore, increasingly cold. And the floor, is swallowing. I try to gulp. The air refuses. I hope. Plead.
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure	This is the moment when the world began to end. Everyone though it would be more violent, more horrible. People cried in the streets, their breath ragged. There was one final quiet moment. Four men sat in a diner. Amid silence they were left. They dared not speak. They just waited. And then. Poof.	I hope this wont hurt, the pain has me scared. My cowardice is sour, the last taste on my tongue. I never wanted to die, but who does. I wonder what I could have become. My body is sore, increasingly cold. And the floor, is swallowing. I try to gulp. The air refuses. I hope. Plead.
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure	She looked so soft and pink, sleeping in her crib. I caressed her face and sang her a lullaby. The sweet coos drifted up to my ears. But this is not what I wanted. I have dreams, too, you know? I looked one last time. I lifted a pillow. I kissed her. She struggled. Freedom.	I hope this wont hurt, the pain has me scared. My cowardice is sour, the last taste on my tongue. I never wanted to die, but who does. I wonder what I could have become. My body is sore, increasingly cold. And the floor, is swallowing. I try to gulp. The air refuses. I hope. Plead.
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure	Drifting currents struck the tongue, cyanide binding to heme a3. The trees languidly moved in the stiff, shimmering heat. Under the blistering moonlight, I felt a shift. Bodies reduced to soft grey soot arose. As spark hit tinder, they awoke. And danced, red and naked. Scattered ashes engulfed again. Fire fingers flitting. Red corpses. Blazing.	I hope this wont hurt, the pain has me scared. My cowardice is sour, the last taste on my tongue. I never wanted to die, but who does. I wonder what I could have become. My body is sore, increasingly cold. And the floor, is swallowing. I try to gulp. The air refuses. I hope. Plead.
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure	Oh my god, it feels amazing when I'm inside you. Do you like when I push it in deep? Tell me I'm the biggest you've had. Talk dirty to me, you whore. I could do this forever. Pounding your tight little- Hang on sec. I came. Sorry.	I hope this wont hurt, the pain has me scared. My cowardice is sour, the last taste on my tongue. I never wanted to die, but who does. I wonder what I could have become. My body is sore, increasingly cold. And the floor, is swallowing. I try to gulp. The air refuses. I hope. Plead.
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure	Sarah's hair would drift into her eyes whenever she read. She read books for fun I'd never even open. Just watching her think made me feel sharper. She was so beautiful to me then. Her eyes' light isn't quite gone. But she doesn't read anymore. She calls our children. She watches television. I miss... her.	I hope this wont hurt, the pain has me scared. My cowardice is sour, the last taste on my tongue. I never wanted to die, but who does. I wonder what I could have become. My body is sore, increasingly cold. And the floor, is swallowing. I try to gulp. The air refuses. I hope. Plead.
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure	How had a small argument come to this he wondered. His heart was heavy, he'd cried when she left. He had tried his hardest to fix it. Had he really driven her to this? He shouldn't have told those lies. He couldn't change it though. Now she was gone. Gone forever more. His love. Dead.	I hope this wont hurt, the pain has me scared. My cowardice is sour, the last taste on my tongue. I never wanted to die, but who does. I wonder what I could have become. My body is sore, increasingly cold. And the floor, is swallowing. I try to gulp. The air refuses. I hope. Plead.
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure	As you get older some things get taken from you. You don't notice it at first, you can't see. But as the years go by, abilities reduce. Before you realise, you're capable of nothing. Your potential diminished, living seems pointless. Life squandered, full of regrets. Before fear disabled you. Now you're disabled. You sit. Dying.	I hope this wont hurt, the pain has me scared. My cowardice is sour, the last taste on my tongue. I never wanted to die, but who does. I wonder what I could have become. My body is sore, increasingly cold. And the floor, is swallowing. I try to gulp. The air refuses. I hope. Plead.
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure	A hand written letter found in the mailbox at home. The message is tear stained, scrawled, and low toned. A forgotten fear delivered to the door step. Something one was never ready to accept. Incredulous, it's read in bated breath. Question asked, answer already known. What's reaped was sown. No other option. You must. Go.	I hope this wont hurt, the pain has me scared. My cowardice is sour, the last taste on my tongue. I never wanted to die, but who does. I wonder what I could have become. My body is sore, increasingly cold. And the floor, is swallowing. I try to gulp. The air refuses. I hope. Plead.
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure	The sound it makes is like a dry, stuttering groan. It feels like sandpaper in some places, which sucks. Elsewhere, it feels smooth, just as expected. The terror I expected is absent, strangely. However, my body makes me struggle. No flashes before my eyes. The families are watching. They want this. Women cry. Release. I don't know, it's a hanging, I tried. I'm terrible at these.	I hope this wont hurt, the pain has me scared. My cowardice is sour, the last taste on my tongue. I never wanted to die, but who does. I wonder what I could have become. My body is sore, increasingly cold. And the floor, is swallowing. I try to gulp. The air refuses. I hope. Plead.
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure	“Choose your words very carefully if you want to live.” You get one shot at this, so think hard. Come on partner, I just want my share.” He pressed the gun under my chin. “Where’d you hide the goddamn money?” “…It’s all spent already…sorry.” I shut my eyes. Thinking of her. Finally healthy. Smiling.	I hope this wont hurt, the pain has me scared. My cowardice is sour, the last taste on my tongue. I never wanted to die, but who does. I wonder what I could have become. My body is sore, increasingly cold. And the floor, is swallowing. I try to gulp. The air refuses. I hope. Plead.
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure	I log onto the Reddit app on my new phone. I go directly to the best subreddit of all. That glorious thing which is called Gone Wild. You must upgrade to view this subreddit. A dollar ninety-nine on Alien Blue. Is it even worth it? A one time charge? Let me think... Hells Yesss! Fap!	I hope this wont hurt, the pain has me scared. My cowardice is sour, the last taste on my tongue. I never wanted to die, but who does. I wonder what I could have become. My body is sore, increasingly cold. And the floor, is swallowing. I try to gulp. The air refuses. I hope. Plead.
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure	Oh my God, look how fat I am this morning. It's only a matter of time before I explode. I can't believe I ate so many doughnuts. How can I possibly face the world? I don't know, maybe I can. Well to think of it. I may be wrong. I look good. In this. Thong	I hope this wont hurt, the pain has me scared. My cowardice is sour, the last taste on my tongue. I never wanted to die, but who does. I wonder what I could have become. My body is sore, increasingly cold. And the floor, is swallowing. I try to gulp. The air refuses. I hope. Plead.
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure	Born, screaming and writhing in blood that was not mine. Grew, wrestling dad and knowing my victories were empty. Matured, playing football and learning to hate failure. Enlisted, believing I would make a difference. Deployed, thinking this was my time. Planned, knowing the enemy's location. Attacked, leaving safety behind. Ambushed, discovering fear. Writhed, bleeding. Mine.	I hope this wont hurt, the pain has me scared. My cowardice is sour, the last taste on my tongue. I never wanted to die, but who does. I wonder what I could have become. My body is sore, increasingly cold. And the floor, is swallowing. I try to gulp. The air refuses. I hope. Plead.
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure	I watch in awe and admiration his determination, persistent pride. An old, tired craftsman upright on a piano stool. Tones so soft made by hands so strong. Rhythm is machine-like in his head. However, real soul is clearly audible. He nudges the piano keys. He nods in time. I'll remember this. For now. Forever. (Adapted poem I wrote about my father).	Mine's backwards. Damn the Man. 😉 Go. Little Bird. Into the wild. Spread your wings wide. Do not fear the fall. There is no need to stall. Let go, Little Bird, just take flight. The time has come to abandon the nest. The place you feel safe is not always best. So fly high Little Bird, off into the dark night.
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure	I found a little kitty out in the corn field. He looked at me with his big green eyes. I could not resist and brought him home. Warm in my jacket he slept until arriving. In my house he sniffed around. His eyes turned blood red. He jumped five feet. He removed my esophagus. Blood poured out. I'm dying. Cats.	Mine's backwards. Damn the Man. 😉 Go. Little Bird. Into the wild. Spread your wings wide. Do not fear the fall. There is no need to stall. Let go, Little Bird, just take flight. The time has come to abandon the nest. The place you feel safe is not always best. So fly high Little Bird, off into the dark night.
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure	You can’t see me when I fly through your clouds You can’t hear me when I’m far above you You can’t feel me until it’s too late You don’t know how I’m made You don't have the tech Your radar is blank You don’t see the bombs fall	Mine's backwards. Damn the Man. 😉 Go. Little Bird. Into the wild. Spread your wings wide. Do not fear the fall. There is no need to stall. Let go, Little Bird, just take flight. The time has come to abandon the nest. The place you feel safe is not always best. So fly high Little Bird, off into the dark night.
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure	Some said that it was the end of this world. The endless void returned to claim its stolen lands. The Obliteration: the edges shrank away, permanently vanishing. Consumed by nothing itself, a dark wall. There was one thing I knew. It was all falling apart. Four days are left. The end comes. Two days. One.	Mine's backwards. Damn the Man. 😉 Go. Little Bird. Into the wild. Spread your wings wide. Do not fear the fall. There is no need to stall. Let go, Little Bird, just take flight. The time has come to abandon the nest. The place you feel safe is not always best. So fly high Little Bird, off into the dark night.
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure	This is the moment when the world began to end. Everyone though it would be more violent, more horrible. People cried in the streets, their breath ragged. There was one final quiet moment. Four men sat in a diner. Amid silence they were left. They dared not speak. They just waited. And then. Poof.	Mine's backwards. Damn the Man. 😉 Go. Little Bird. Into the wild. Spread your wings wide. Do not fear the fall. There is no need to stall. Let go, Little Bird, just take flight. The time has come to abandon the nest. The place you feel safe is not always best. So fly high Little Bird, off into the dark night.
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure	She looked so soft and pink, sleeping in her crib. I caressed her face and sang her a lullaby. The sweet coos drifted up to my ears. But this is not what I wanted. I have dreams, too, you know? I looked one last time. I lifted a pillow. I kissed her. She struggled. Freedom.	Mine's backwards. Damn the Man. 😉 Go. Little Bird. Into the wild. Spread your wings wide. Do not fear the fall. There is no need to stall. Let go, Little Bird, just take flight. The time has come to abandon the nest. The place you feel safe is not always best. So fly high Little Bird, off into the dark night.
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure	Drifting currents struck the tongue, cyanide binding to heme a3. The trees languidly moved in the stiff, shimmering heat. Under the blistering moonlight, I felt a shift. Bodies reduced to soft grey soot arose. As spark hit tinder, they awoke. And danced, red and naked. Scattered ashes engulfed again. Fire fingers flitting. Red corpses. Blazing.	Mine's backwards. Damn the Man. 😉 Go. Little Bird. Into the wild. Spread your wings wide. Do not fear the fall. There is no need to stall. Let go, Little Bird, just take flight. The time has come to abandon the nest. The place you feel safe is not always best. So fly high Little Bird, off into the dark night.
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure	Oh my god, it feels amazing when I'm inside you. Do you like when I push it in deep? Tell me I'm the biggest you've had. Talk dirty to me, you whore. I could do this forever. Pounding your tight little- Hang on sec. I came. Sorry.	Mine's backwards. Damn the Man. 😉 Go. Little Bird. Into the wild. Spread your wings wide. Do not fear the fall. There is no need to stall. Let go, Little Bird, just take flight. The time has come to abandon the nest. The place you feel safe is not always best. So fly high Little Bird, off into the dark night.
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure	Sarah's hair would drift into her eyes whenever she read. She read books for fun I'd never even open. Just watching her think made me feel sharper. She was so beautiful to me then. Her eyes' light isn't quite gone. But she doesn't read anymore. She calls our children. She watches television. I miss... her.	Mine's backwards. Damn the Man. 😉 Go. Little Bird. Into the wild. Spread your wings wide. Do not fear the fall. There is no need to stall. Let go, Little Bird, just take flight. The time has come to abandon the nest. The place you feel safe is not always best. So fly high Little Bird, off into the dark night.
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure	How had a small argument come to this he wondered. His heart was heavy, he'd cried when she left. He had tried his hardest to fix it. Had he really driven her to this? He shouldn't have told those lies. He couldn't change it though. Now she was gone. Gone forever more. His love. Dead.	Mine's backwards. Damn the Man. 😉 Go. Little Bird. Into the wild. Spread your wings wide. Do not fear the fall. There is no need to stall. Let go, Little Bird, just take flight. The time has come to abandon the nest. The place you feel safe is not always best. So fly high Little Bird, off into the dark night.
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure	As you get older some things get taken from you. You don't notice it at first, you can't see. But as the years go by, abilities reduce. Before you realise, you're capable of nothing. Your potential diminished, living seems pointless. Life squandered, full of regrets. Before fear disabled you. Now you're disabled. You sit. Dying.	Mine's backwards. Damn the Man. 😉 Go. Little Bird. Into the wild. Spread your wings wide. Do not fear the fall. There is no need to stall. Let go, Little Bird, just take flight. The time has come to abandon the nest. The place you feel safe is not always best. So fly high Little Bird, off into the dark night.
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure	A hand written letter found in the mailbox at home. The message is tear stained, scrawled, and low toned. A forgotten fear delivered to the door step. Something one was never ready to accept. Incredulous, it's read in bated breath. Question asked, answer already known. What's reaped was sown. No other option. You must. Go.	Mine's backwards. Damn the Man. 😉 Go. Little Bird. Into the wild. Spread your wings wide. Do not fear the fall. There is no need to stall. Let go, Little Bird, just take flight. The time has come to abandon the nest. The place you feel safe is not always best. So fly high Little Bird, off into the dark night.
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure	The sound it makes is like a dry, stuttering groan. It feels like sandpaper in some places, which sucks. Elsewhere, it feels smooth, just as expected. The terror I expected is absent, strangely. However, my body makes me struggle. No flashes before my eyes. The families are watching. They want this. Women cry. Release. I don't know, it's a hanging, I tried. I'm terrible at these.	Mine's backwards. Damn the Man. 😉 Go. Little Bird. Into the wild. Spread your wings wide. Do not fear the fall. There is no need to stall. Let go, Little Bird, just take flight. The time has come to abandon the nest. The place you feel safe is not always best. So fly high Little Bird, off into the dark night.
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure	“Choose your words very carefully if you want to live.” You get one shot at this, so think hard. Come on partner, I just want my share.” He pressed the gun under my chin. “Where’d you hide the goddamn money?” “…It’s all spent already…sorry.” I shut my eyes. Thinking of her. Finally healthy. Smiling.	Mine's backwards. Damn the Man. 😉 Go. Little Bird. Into the wild. Spread your wings wide. Do not fear the fall. There is no need to stall. Let go, Little Bird, just take flight. The time has come to abandon the nest. The place you feel safe is not always best. So fly high Little Bird, off into the dark night.
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure	I log onto the Reddit app on my new phone. I go directly to the best subreddit of all. That glorious thing which is called Gone Wild. You must upgrade to view this subreddit. A dollar ninety-nine on Alien Blue. Is it even worth it? A one time charge? Let me think... Hells Yesss! Fap!	Mine's backwards. Damn the Man. 😉 Go. Little Bird. Into the wild. Spread your wings wide. Do not fear the fall. There is no need to stall. Let go, Little Bird, just take flight. The time has come to abandon the nest. The place you feel safe is not always best. So fly high Little Bird, off into the dark night.
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure	Oh my God, look how fat I am this morning. It's only a matter of time before I explode. I can't believe I ate so many doughnuts. How can I possibly face the world? I don't know, maybe I can. Well to think of it. I may be wrong. I look good. In this. Thong	Mine's backwards. Damn the Man. 😉 Go. Little Bird. Into the wild. Spread your wings wide. Do not fear the fall. There is no need to stall. Let go, Little Bird, just take flight. The time has come to abandon the nest. The place you feel safe is not always best. So fly high Little Bird, off into the dark night.
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure	Born, screaming and writhing in blood that was not mine. Grew, wrestling dad and knowing my victories were empty. Matured, playing football and learning to hate failure. Enlisted, believing I would make a difference. Deployed, thinking this was my time. Planned, knowing the enemy's location. Attacked, leaving safety behind. Ambushed, discovering fear. Writhed, bleeding. Mine.	Mine's backwards. Damn the Man. 😉 Go. Little Bird. Into the wild. Spread your wings wide. Do not fear the fall. There is no need to stall. Let go, Little Bird, just take flight. The time has come to abandon the nest. The place you feel safe is not always best. So fly high Little Bird, off into the dark night.
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure	I watch in awe and admiration his determination, persistent pride. An old, tired craftsman upright on a piano stool. Tones so soft made by hands so strong. Rhythm is machine-like in his head. However, real soul is clearly audible. He nudges the piano keys. He nods in time. I'll remember this. For now. Forever. (Adapted poem I wrote about my father).	Further down the road I see it, a ghostly silhouette. I duck into the shadows of a nearby alley. Back against the wall, too afraid to breathe. Then, just when I think I'm clear. Quiet at first then gradually louder. The sound of heavy footsteps. I take a look. Not much time. Heart pounding. Run.
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure	I found a little kitty out in the corn field. He looked at me with his big green eyes. I could not resist and brought him home. Warm in my jacket he slept until arriving. In my house he sniffed around. His eyes turned blood red. He jumped five feet. He removed my esophagus. Blood poured out. I'm dying. Cats.	Further down the road I see it, a ghostly silhouette. I duck into the shadows of a nearby alley. Back against the wall, too afraid to breathe. Then, just when I think I'm clear. Quiet at first then gradually louder. The sound of heavy footsteps. I take a look. Not much time. Heart pounding. Run.
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure	You can’t see me when I fly through your clouds You can’t hear me when I’m far above you You can’t feel me until it’s too late You don’t know how I’m made You don't have the tech Your radar is blank You don’t see the bombs fall	Further down the road I see it, a ghostly silhouette. I duck into the shadows of a nearby alley. Back against the wall, too afraid to breathe. Then, just when I think I'm clear. Quiet at first then gradually louder. The sound of heavy footsteps. I take a look. Not much time. Heart pounding. Run.
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure	Some said that it was the end of this world. The endless void returned to claim its stolen lands. The Obliteration: the edges shrank away, permanently vanishing. Consumed by nothing itself, a dark wall. There was one thing I knew. It was all falling apart. Four days are left. The end comes. Two days. One.	Further down the road I see it, a ghostly silhouette. I duck into the shadows of a nearby alley. Back against the wall, too afraid to breathe. Then, just when I think I'm clear. Quiet at first then gradually louder. The sound of heavy footsteps. I take a look. Not much time. Heart pounding. Run.
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure	This is the moment when the world began to end. Everyone though it would be more violent, more horrible. People cried in the streets, their breath ragged. There was one final quiet moment. Four men sat in a diner. Amid silence they were left. They dared not speak. They just waited. And then. Poof.	Further down the road I see it, a ghostly silhouette. I duck into the shadows of a nearby alley. Back against the wall, too afraid to breathe. Then, just when I think I'm clear. Quiet at first then gradually louder. The sound of heavy footsteps. I take a look. Not much time. Heart pounding. Run.
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure	She looked so soft and pink, sleeping in her crib. I caressed her face and sang her a lullaby. The sweet coos drifted up to my ears. But this is not what I wanted. I have dreams, too, you know? I looked one last time. I lifted a pillow. I kissed her. She struggled. Freedom.	Further down the road I see it, a ghostly silhouette. I duck into the shadows of a nearby alley. Back against the wall, too afraid to breathe. Then, just when I think I'm clear. Quiet at first then gradually louder. The sound of heavy footsteps. I take a look. Not much time. Heart pounding. Run.
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure	Drifting currents struck the tongue, cyanide binding to heme a3. The trees languidly moved in the stiff, shimmering heat. Under the blistering moonlight, I felt a shift. Bodies reduced to soft grey soot arose. As spark hit tinder, they awoke. And danced, red and naked. Scattered ashes engulfed again. Fire fingers flitting. Red corpses. Blazing.	Further down the road I see it, a ghostly silhouette. I duck into the shadows of a nearby alley. Back against the wall, too afraid to breathe. Then, just when I think I'm clear. Quiet at first then gradually louder. The sound of heavy footsteps. I take a look. Not much time. Heart pounding. Run.
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure	Oh my god, it feels amazing when I'm inside you. Do you like when I push it in deep? Tell me I'm the biggest you've had. Talk dirty to me, you whore. I could do this forever. Pounding your tight little- Hang on sec. I came. Sorry.	Further down the road I see it, a ghostly silhouette. I duck into the shadows of a nearby alley. Back against the wall, too afraid to breathe. Then, just when I think I'm clear. Quiet at first then gradually louder. The sound of heavy footsteps. I take a look. Not much time. Heart pounding. Run.
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure	Sarah's hair would drift into her eyes whenever she read. She read books for fun I'd never even open. Just watching her think made me feel sharper. She was so beautiful to me then. Her eyes' light isn't quite gone. But she doesn't read anymore. She calls our children. She watches television. I miss... her.	Further down the road I see it, a ghostly silhouette. I duck into the shadows of a nearby alley. Back against the wall, too afraid to breathe. Then, just when I think I'm clear. Quiet at first then gradually louder. The sound of heavy footsteps. I take a look. Not much time. Heart pounding. Run.
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure	How had a small argument come to this he wondered. His heart was heavy, he'd cried when she left. He had tried his hardest to fix it. Had he really driven her to this? He shouldn't have told those lies. He couldn't change it though. Now she was gone. Gone forever more. His love. Dead.	Further down the road I see it, a ghostly silhouette. I duck into the shadows of a nearby alley. Back against the wall, too afraid to breathe. Then, just when I think I'm clear. Quiet at first then gradually louder. The sound of heavy footsteps. I take a look. Not much time. Heart pounding. Run.
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure	As you get older some things get taken from you. You don't notice it at first, you can't see. But as the years go by, abilities reduce. Before you realise, you're capable of nothing. Your potential diminished, living seems pointless. Life squandered, full of regrets. Before fear disabled you. Now you're disabled. You sit. Dying.	Further down the road I see it, a ghostly silhouette. I duck into the shadows of a nearby alley. Back against the wall, too afraid to breathe. Then, just when I think I'm clear. Quiet at first then gradually louder. The sound of heavy footsteps. I take a look. Not much time. Heart pounding. Run.
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure	A hand written letter found in the mailbox at home. The message is tear stained, scrawled, and low toned. A forgotten fear delivered to the door step. Something one was never ready to accept. Incredulous, it's read in bated breath. Question asked, answer already known. What's reaped was sown. No other option. You must. Go.	Further down the road I see it, a ghostly silhouette. I duck into the shadows of a nearby alley. Back against the wall, too afraid to breathe. Then, just when I think I'm clear. Quiet at first then gradually louder. The sound of heavy footsteps. I take a look. Not much time. Heart pounding. Run.
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure	The sound it makes is like a dry, stuttering groan. It feels like sandpaper in some places, which sucks. Elsewhere, it feels smooth, just as expected. The terror I expected is absent, strangely. However, my body makes me struggle. No flashes before my eyes. The families are watching. They want this. Women cry. Release. I don't know, it's a hanging, I tried. I'm terrible at these.	Further down the road I see it, a ghostly silhouette. I duck into the shadows of a nearby alley. Back against the wall, too afraid to breathe. Then, just when I think I'm clear. Quiet at first then gradually louder. The sound of heavy footsteps. I take a look. Not much time. Heart pounding. Run.
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure	“Choose your words very carefully if you want to live.” You get one shot at this, so think hard. Come on partner, I just want my share.” He pressed the gun under my chin. “Where’d you hide the goddamn money?” “…It’s all spent already…sorry.” I shut my eyes. Thinking of her. Finally healthy. Smiling.	Further down the road I see it, a ghostly silhouette. I duck into the shadows of a nearby alley. Back against the wall, too afraid to breathe. Then, just when I think I'm clear. Quiet at first then gradually louder. The sound of heavy footsteps. I take a look. Not much time. Heart pounding. Run.
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure	I log onto the Reddit app on my new phone. I go directly to the best subreddit of all. That glorious thing which is called Gone Wild. You must upgrade to view this subreddit. A dollar ninety-nine on Alien Blue. Is it even worth it? A one time charge? Let me think... Hells Yesss! Fap!	Further down the road I see it, a ghostly silhouette. I duck into the shadows of a nearby alley. Back against the wall, too afraid to breathe. Then, just when I think I'm clear. Quiet at first then gradually louder. The sound of heavy footsteps. I take a look. Not much time. Heart pounding. Run.
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure	Oh my God, look how fat I am this morning. It's only a matter of time before I explode. I can't believe I ate so many doughnuts. How can I possibly face the world? I don't know, maybe I can. Well to think of it. I may be wrong. I look good. In this. Thong	Further down the road I see it, a ghostly silhouette. I duck into the shadows of a nearby alley. Back against the wall, too afraid to breathe. Then, just when I think I'm clear. Quiet at first then gradually louder. The sound of heavy footsteps. I take a look. Not much time. Heart pounding. Run.
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure	Born, screaming and writhing in blood that was not mine. Grew, wrestling dad and knowing my victories were empty. Matured, playing football and learning to hate failure. Enlisted, believing I would make a difference. Deployed, thinking this was my time. Planned, knowing the enemy's location. Attacked, leaving safety behind. Ambushed, discovering fear. Writhed, bleeding. Mine.	Further down the road I see it, a ghostly silhouette. I duck into the shadows of a nearby alley. Back against the wall, too afraid to breathe. Then, just when I think I'm clear. Quiet at first then gradually louder. The sound of heavy footsteps. I take a look. Not much time. Heart pounding. Run.

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