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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
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.
Looking back on those times of days passed long ago, running through yards, playing with friends in the snow. So many beautiful memories made in those days, But the joy of youth, a haze. I'm awake now, forgotten dream, Slipping away from me. I want to return, Nostalgia, a yearn. For days, Away.
[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.
Looking back on those times of days passed long ago, running through yards, playing with friends in the snow. So many beautiful memories made in those days, But the joy of youth, a haze. I'm awake now, forgotten dream, Slipping away from me. I want to return, Nostalgia, a yearn. For days, Away.
[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.
Looking back on those times of days passed long ago, running through yards, playing with friends in the snow. So many beautiful memories made in those days, But the joy of youth, a haze. I'm awake now, forgotten dream, Slipping away from me. I want to return, Nostalgia, a yearn. For days, Away.
[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.
Looking back on those times of days passed long ago, running through yards, playing with friends in the snow. So many beautiful memories made in those days, But the joy of youth, a haze. I'm awake now, forgotten dream, Slipping away from me. I want to return, Nostalgia, a yearn. For days, Away.
[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.
Looking back on those times of days passed long ago, running through yards, playing with friends in the snow. So many beautiful memories made in those days, But the joy of youth, a haze. I'm awake now, forgotten dream, Slipping away from me. I want to return, Nostalgia, a yearn. For days, Away.
[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!
Looking back on those times of days passed long ago, running through yards, playing with friends in the snow. So many beautiful memories made in those days, But the joy of youth, a haze. I'm awake now, forgotten dream, Slipping away from me. I want to return, Nostalgia, a yearn. For days, Away.
[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
Looking back on those times of days passed long ago, running through yards, playing with friends in the snow. So many beautiful memories made in those days, But the joy of youth, a haze. I'm awake now, forgotten dream, Slipping away from me. I want to return, Nostalgia, a yearn. For days, Away.
[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.
Looking back on those times of days passed long ago, running through yards, playing with friends in the snow. So many beautiful memories made in those days, But the joy of youth, a haze. I'm awake now, forgotten dream, Slipping away from me. I want to return, Nostalgia, a yearn. For days, Away.
[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.
Everything, eventually, including you and I will turn to dust. Everything, eventually, including you and I, turn to dust. Everything, including you and I turn to dust. Everything, you and I turn to dust. You and I turn to dust. And I turn to dust. I turn to dust. Turn to dust. To dust. Dust.
[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
Everything, eventually, including you and I will turn to dust. Everything, eventually, including you and I, turn to dust. Everything, including you and I turn to dust. Everything, you and I turn to dust. You and I turn to dust. And I turn to dust. I turn to dust. Turn to dust. To dust. Dust.
[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.
Everything, eventually, including you and I will turn to dust. Everything, eventually, including you and I, turn to dust. Everything, including you and I turn to dust. Everything, you and I turn to dust. You and I turn to dust. And I turn to dust. I turn to dust. Turn to dust. To dust. Dust.
[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.
Everything, eventually, including you and I will turn to dust. Everything, eventually, including you and I, turn to dust. Everything, including you and I turn to dust. Everything, you and I turn to dust. You and I turn to dust. And I turn to dust. I turn to dust. Turn to dust. To dust. Dust.
[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.
Everything, eventually, including you and I will turn to dust. Everything, eventually, including you and I, turn to dust. Everything, including you and I turn to dust. Everything, you and I turn to dust. You and I turn to dust. And I turn to dust. I turn to dust. Turn to dust. To dust. Dust.
[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.
Everything, eventually, including you and I will turn to dust. Everything, eventually, including you and I, turn to dust. Everything, including you and I turn to dust. Everything, you and I turn to dust. You and I turn to dust. And I turn to dust. I turn to dust. Turn to dust. To dust. Dust.
[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.
Everything, eventually, including you and I will turn to dust. Everything, eventually, including you and I, turn to dust. Everything, including you and I turn to dust. Everything, you and I turn to dust. You and I turn to dust. And I turn to dust. I turn to dust. Turn to dust. To dust. Dust.
[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.
Everything, eventually, including you and I will turn to dust. Everything, eventually, including you and I, turn to dust. Everything, including you and I turn to dust. Everything, you and I turn to dust. You and I turn to dust. And I turn to dust. I turn to dust. Turn to dust. To dust. Dust.
[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.
Everything, eventually, including you and I will turn to dust. Everything, eventually, including you and I, turn to dust. Everything, including you and I turn to dust. Everything, you and I turn to dust. You and I turn to dust. And I turn to dust. I turn to dust. Turn to dust. To dust. Dust.
[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.
Everything, eventually, including you and I will turn to dust. Everything, eventually, including you and I, turn to dust. Everything, including you and I turn to dust. Everything, you and I turn to dust. You and I turn to dust. And I turn to dust. I turn to dust. Turn to dust. To dust. Dust.
[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.
Everything, eventually, including you and I will turn to dust. Everything, eventually, including you and I, turn to dust. Everything, including you and I turn to dust. Everything, you and I turn to dust. You and I turn to dust. And I turn to dust. I turn to dust. Turn to dust. To dust. Dust.
[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.
Everything, eventually, including you and I will turn to dust. Everything, eventually, including you and I, turn to dust. Everything, including you and I turn to dust. Everything, you and I turn to dust. You and I turn to dust. And I turn to dust. I turn to dust. Turn to dust. To dust. Dust.
[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.
Everything, eventually, including you and I will turn to dust. Everything, eventually, including you and I, turn to dust. Everything, including you and I turn to dust. Everything, you and I turn to dust. You and I turn to dust. And I turn to dust. I turn to dust. Turn to dust. To dust. Dust.
[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!
Everything, eventually, including you and I will turn to dust. Everything, eventually, including you and I, turn to dust. Everything, including you and I turn to dust. Everything, you and I turn to dust. You and I turn to dust. And I turn to dust. I turn to dust. Turn to dust. To dust. Dust.
[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
Everything, eventually, including you and I will turn to dust. Everything, eventually, including you and I, turn to dust. Everything, including you and I turn to dust. Everything, you and I turn to dust. You and I turn to dust. And I turn to dust. I turn to dust. Turn to dust. To dust. Dust.
[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.
Everything, eventually, including you and I will turn to dust. Everything, eventually, including you and I, turn to dust. Everything, including you and I turn to dust. Everything, you and I turn to dust. You and I turn to dust. And I turn to dust. I turn to dust. Turn to dust. To dust. Dust.
[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 lost my soulmate once due to my own shyness. She was just as shy, no one to blame. I never thought I would find her again. All my life I have wanted her. It's all lead up to this. Too many stories to tell. The moment is here. Nerves on edge. Do you? Yes
[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 lost my soulmate once due to my own shyness. She was just as shy, no one to blame. I never thought I would find her again. All my life I have wanted her. It's all lead up to this. Too many stories to tell. The moment is here. Nerves on edge. Do you? Yes
[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 lost my soulmate once due to my own shyness. She was just as shy, no one to blame. I never thought I would find her again. All my life I have wanted her. It's all lead up to this. Too many stories to tell. The moment is here. Nerves on edge. Do you? Yes
[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 lost my soulmate once due to my own shyness. She was just as shy, no one to blame. I never thought I would find her again. All my life I have wanted her. It's all lead up to this. Too many stories to tell. The moment is here. Nerves on edge. Do you? Yes
[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 lost my soulmate once due to my own shyness. She was just as shy, no one to blame. I never thought I would find her again. All my life I have wanted her. It's all lead up to this. Too many stories to tell. The moment is here. Nerves on edge. Do you? Yes
[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 lost my soulmate once due to my own shyness. She was just as shy, no one to blame. I never thought I would find her again. All my life I have wanted her. It's all lead up to this. Too many stories to tell. The moment is here. Nerves on edge. Do you? Yes
[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 lost my soulmate once due to my own shyness. She was just as shy, no one to blame. I never thought I would find her again. All my life I have wanted her. It's all lead up to this. Too many stories to tell. The moment is here. Nerves on edge. Do you? Yes
[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 lost my soulmate once due to my own shyness. She was just as shy, no one to blame. I never thought I would find her again. All my life I have wanted her. It's all lead up to this. Too many stories to tell. The moment is here. Nerves on edge. Do you? Yes
[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 lost my soulmate once due to my own shyness. She was just as shy, no one to blame. I never thought I would find her again. All my life I have wanted her. It's all lead up to this. Too many stories to tell. The moment is here. Nerves on edge. Do you? Yes
[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 lost my soulmate once due to my own shyness. She was just as shy, no one to blame. I never thought I would find her again. All my life I have wanted her. It's all lead up to this. Too many stories to tell. The moment is here. Nerves on edge. Do you? Yes
[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 lost my soulmate once due to my own shyness. She was just as shy, no one to blame. I never thought I would find her again. All my life I have wanted her. It's all lead up to this. Too many stories to tell. The moment is here. Nerves on edge. Do you? Yes
[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 lost my soulmate once due to my own shyness. She was just as shy, no one to blame. I never thought I would find her again. All my life I have wanted her. It's all lead up to this. Too many stories to tell. The moment is here. Nerves on edge. Do you? Yes
[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 lost my soulmate once due to my own shyness. She was just as shy, no one to blame. I never thought I would find her again. All my life I have wanted her. It's all lead up to this. Too many stories to tell. The moment is here. Nerves on edge. Do you? Yes
[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 lost my soulmate once due to my own shyness. She was just as shy, no one to blame. I never thought I would find her again. All my life I have wanted her. It's all lead up to this. Too many stories to tell. The moment is here. Nerves on edge. Do you? Yes
[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 lost my soulmate once due to my own shyness. She was just as shy, no one to blame. I never thought I would find her again. All my life I have wanted her. It's all lead up to this. Too many stories to tell. The moment is here. Nerves on edge. Do you? Yes
[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 lost my soulmate once due to my own shyness. She was just as shy, no one to blame. I never thought I would find her again. All my life I have wanted her. It's all lead up to this. Too many stories to tell. The moment is here. Nerves on edge. Do you? Yes
[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.
Four in the car, unsuspecting and happy; smiling and waving. Down the Texan street they drive, passing the library. Crowds cheer as they pass, filled up with hope. The lady whispers into the mans ear. In front another sees a glint. I have to do it. Breathe in, breathe out. Line it up. Take it. **BOOM**!
[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
Four in the car, unsuspecting and happy; smiling and waving. Down the Texan street they drive, passing the library. Crowds cheer as they pass, filled up with hope. The lady whispers into the mans ear. In front another sees a glint. I have to do it. Breathe in, breathe out. Line it up. Take it. **BOOM**!
[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.
Four in the car, unsuspecting and happy; smiling and waving. Down the Texan street they drive, passing the library. Crowds cheer as they pass, filled up with hope. The lady whispers into the mans ear. In front another sees a glint. I have to do it. Breathe in, breathe out. Line it up. Take it. **BOOM**!
[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.
Four in the car, unsuspecting and happy; smiling and waving. Down the Texan street they drive, passing the library. Crowds cheer as they pass, filled up with hope. The lady whispers into the mans ear. In front another sees a glint. I have to do it. Breathe in, breathe out. Line it up. Take it. **BOOM**!
[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.
Four in the car, unsuspecting and happy; smiling and waving. Down the Texan street they drive, passing the library. Crowds cheer as they pass, filled up with hope. The lady whispers into the mans ear. In front another sees a glint. I have to do it. Breathe in, breathe out. Line it up. Take it. **BOOM**!
[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.
Four in the car, unsuspecting and happy; smiling and waving. Down the Texan street they drive, passing the library. Crowds cheer as they pass, filled up with hope. The lady whispers into the mans ear. In front another sees a glint. I have to do it. Breathe in, breathe out. Line it up. Take it. **BOOM**!
[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.
Four in the car, unsuspecting and happy; smiling and waving. Down the Texan street they drive, passing the library. Crowds cheer as they pass, filled up with hope. The lady whispers into the mans ear. In front another sees a glint. I have to do it. Breathe in, breathe out. Line it up. Take it. **BOOM**!
[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.
Four in the car, unsuspecting and happy; smiling and waving. Down the Texan street they drive, passing the library. Crowds cheer as they pass, filled up with hope. The lady whispers into the mans ear. In front another sees a glint. I have to do it. Breathe in, breathe out. Line it up. Take it. **BOOM**!
[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.
Four in the car, unsuspecting and happy; smiling and waving. Down the Texan street they drive, passing the library. Crowds cheer as they pass, filled up with hope. The lady whispers into the mans ear. In front another sees a glint. I have to do it. Breathe in, breathe out. Line it up. Take it. **BOOM**!
[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.
Four in the car, unsuspecting and happy; smiling and waving. Down the Texan street they drive, passing the library. Crowds cheer as they pass, filled up with hope. The lady whispers into the mans ear. In front another sees a glint. I have to do it. Breathe in, breathe out. Line it up. Take it. **BOOM**!
[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.
Four in the car, unsuspecting and happy; smiling and waving. Down the Texan street they drive, passing the library. Crowds cheer as they pass, filled up with hope. The lady whispers into the mans ear. In front another sees a glint. I have to do it. Breathe in, breathe out. Line it up. Take it. **BOOM**!
[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.
Four in the car, unsuspecting and happy; smiling and waving. Down the Texan street they drive, passing the library. Crowds cheer as they pass, filled up with hope. The lady whispers into the mans ear. In front another sees a glint. I have to do it. Breathe in, breathe out. Line it up. Take it. **BOOM**!
[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.
Four in the car, unsuspecting and happy; smiling and waving. Down the Texan street they drive, passing the library. Crowds cheer as they pass, filled up with hope. The lady whispers into the mans ear. In front another sees a glint. I have to do it. Breathe in, breathe out. Line it up. Take it. **BOOM**!
[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!
Four in the car, unsuspecting and happy; smiling and waving. Down the Texan street they drive, passing the library. Crowds cheer as they pass, filled up with hope. The lady whispers into the mans ear. In front another sees a glint. I have to do it. Breathe in, breathe out. Line it up. Take it. **BOOM**!
[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
Four in the car, unsuspecting and happy; smiling and waving. Down the Texan street they drive, passing the library. Crowds cheer as they pass, filled up with hope. The lady whispers into the mans ear. In front another sees a glint. I have to do it. Breathe in, breathe out. Line it up. Take it. **BOOM**!
[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.
Four in the car, unsuspecting and happy; smiling and waving. Down the Texan street they drive, passing the library. Crowds cheer as they pass, filled up with hope. The lady whispers into the mans ear. In front another sees a glint. I have to do it. Breathe in, breathe out. Line it up. Take it. **BOOM**!
[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.
The wind came howling from the north last night. Trashcans took their chance to run free and tumble. The sun did rise but the mercury hasn't. The leaden sky is slung low. Howling slices through my robe. I corral the cans. Here it is. A flake. Snow!
[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 wind came howling from the north last night. Trashcans took their chance to run free and tumble. The sun did rise but the mercury hasn't. The leaden sky is slung low. Howling slices through my robe. I corral the cans. Here it is. A flake. Snow!
[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 wind came howling from the north last night. Trashcans took their chance to run free and tumble. The sun did rise but the mercury hasn't. The leaden sky is slung low. Howling slices through my robe. I corral the cans. Here it is. A flake. Snow!
[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 wind came howling from the north last night. Trashcans took their chance to run free and tumble. The sun did rise but the mercury hasn't. The leaden sky is slung low. Howling slices through my robe. I corral the cans. Here it is. A flake. Snow!
[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 wind came howling from the north last night. Trashcans took their chance to run free and tumble. The sun did rise but the mercury hasn't. The leaden sky is slung low. Howling slices through my robe. I corral the cans. Here it is. A flake. Snow!
[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 wind came howling from the north last night. Trashcans took their chance to run free and tumble. The sun did rise but the mercury hasn't. The leaden sky is slung low. Howling slices through my robe. I corral the cans. Here it is. A flake. Snow!
[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 wind came howling from the north last night. Trashcans took their chance to run free and tumble. The sun did rise but the mercury hasn't. The leaden sky is slung low. Howling slices through my robe. I corral the cans. Here it is. A flake. Snow!
[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 wind came howling from the north last night. Trashcans took their chance to run free and tumble. The sun did rise but the mercury hasn't. The leaden sky is slung low. Howling slices through my robe. I corral the cans. Here it is. A flake. Snow!
[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 wind came howling from the north last night. Trashcans took their chance to run free and tumble. The sun did rise but the mercury hasn't. The leaden sky is slung low. Howling slices through my robe. I corral the cans. Here it is. A flake. Snow!
[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 wind came howling from the north last night. Trashcans took their chance to run free and tumble. The sun did rise but the mercury hasn't. The leaden sky is slung low. Howling slices through my robe. I corral the cans. Here it is. A flake. Snow!
[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 wind came howling from the north last night. Trashcans took their chance to run free and tumble. The sun did rise but the mercury hasn't. The leaden sky is slung low. Howling slices through my robe. I corral the cans. Here it is. A flake. Snow!
[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 wind came howling from the north last night. Trashcans took their chance to run free and tumble. The sun did rise but the mercury hasn't. The leaden sky is slung low. Howling slices through my robe. I corral the cans. Here it is. A flake. Snow!
[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 wind came howling from the north last night. Trashcans took their chance to run free and tumble. The sun did rise but the mercury hasn't. The leaden sky is slung low. Howling slices through my robe. I corral the cans. Here it is. A flake. Snow!
[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 wind came howling from the north last night. Trashcans took their chance to run free and tumble. The sun did rise but the mercury hasn't. The leaden sky is slung low. Howling slices through my robe. I corral the cans. Here it is. A flake. Snow!
[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 wind came howling from the north last night. Trashcans took their chance to run free and tumble. The sun did rise but the mercury hasn't. The leaden sky is slung low. Howling slices through my robe. I corral the cans. Here it is. A flake. Snow!
[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 wind came howling from the north last night. Trashcans took their chance to run free and tumble. The sun did rise but the mercury hasn't. The leaden sky is slung low. Howling slices through my robe. I corral the cans. Here it is. A flake. Snow!
[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.
My beautiful first-born son; light of my life! Born with a mild case of club foot. Surgery and casting and he conquered that. Chronic asthma from two to four. Then it's fucking leukemia; heartbroken. Smiling through his chemotherapy. He's in remission! My hero! Champion!
[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
My beautiful first-born son; light of my life! Born with a mild case of club foot. Surgery and casting and he conquered that. Chronic asthma from two to four. Then it's fucking leukemia; heartbroken. Smiling through his chemotherapy. He's in remission! My hero! Champion!
[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.
My beautiful first-born son; light of my life! Born with a mild case of club foot. Surgery and casting and he conquered that. Chronic asthma from two to four. Then it's fucking leukemia; heartbroken. Smiling through his chemotherapy. He's in remission! My hero! Champion!
[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.
My beautiful first-born son; light of my life! Born with a mild case of club foot. Surgery and casting and he conquered that. Chronic asthma from two to four. Then it's fucking leukemia; heartbroken. Smiling through his chemotherapy. He's in remission! My hero! Champion!
[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.
My beautiful first-born son; light of my life! Born with a mild case of club foot. Surgery and casting and he conquered that. Chronic asthma from two to four. Then it's fucking leukemia; heartbroken. Smiling through his chemotherapy. He's in remission! My hero! Champion!
[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.
My beautiful first-born son; light of my life! Born with a mild case of club foot. Surgery and casting and he conquered that. Chronic asthma from two to four. Then it's fucking leukemia; heartbroken. Smiling through his chemotherapy. He's in remission! My hero! Champion!
[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.
My beautiful first-born son; light of my life! Born with a mild case of club foot. Surgery and casting and he conquered that. Chronic asthma from two to four. Then it's fucking leukemia; heartbroken. Smiling through his chemotherapy. He's in remission! My hero! Champion!
[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.
My beautiful first-born son; light of my life! Born with a mild case of club foot. Surgery and casting and he conquered that. Chronic asthma from two to four. Then it's fucking leukemia; heartbroken. Smiling through his chemotherapy. He's in remission! My hero! Champion!
[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.
My beautiful first-born son; light of my life! Born with a mild case of club foot. Surgery and casting and he conquered that. Chronic asthma from two to four. Then it's fucking leukemia; heartbroken. Smiling through his chemotherapy. He's in remission! My hero! Champion!
[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.
My beautiful first-born son; light of my life! Born with a mild case of club foot. Surgery and casting and he conquered that. Chronic asthma from two to four. Then it's fucking leukemia; heartbroken. Smiling through his chemotherapy. He's in remission! My hero! Champion!
[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.
My beautiful first-born son; light of my life! Born with a mild case of club foot. Surgery and casting and he conquered that. Chronic asthma from two to four. Then it's fucking leukemia; heartbroken. Smiling through his chemotherapy. He's in remission! My hero! Champion!
[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.
My beautiful first-born son; light of my life! Born with a mild case of club foot. Surgery and casting and he conquered that. Chronic asthma from two to four. Then it's fucking leukemia; heartbroken. Smiling through his chemotherapy. He's in remission! My hero! Champion!
[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.
My beautiful first-born son; light of my life! Born with a mild case of club foot. Surgery and casting and he conquered that. Chronic asthma from two to four. Then it's fucking leukemia; heartbroken. Smiling through his chemotherapy. He's in remission! My hero! Champion!
[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!
My beautiful first-born son; light of my life! Born with a mild case of club foot. Surgery and casting and he conquered that. Chronic asthma from two to four. Then it's fucking leukemia; heartbroken. Smiling through his chemotherapy. He's in remission! My hero! Champion!
[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
My beautiful first-born son; light of my life! Born with a mild case of club foot. Surgery and casting and he conquered that. Chronic asthma from two to four. Then it's fucking leukemia; heartbroken. Smiling through his chemotherapy. He's in remission! My hero! Champion!
[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.
My beautiful first-born son; light of my life! Born with a mild case of club foot. Surgery and casting and he conquered that. Chronic asthma from two to four. Then it's fucking leukemia; heartbroken. Smiling through his chemotherapy. He's in remission! My hero! Champion!
[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 remember learning to subtract as a little school child Our teacher had learnt a new nifty pedagogical trick She asked us to try to count backwards We had to start counting from seven I had done that many times Still, it made me nervous Counting: "Seven, six, five" Just kept going. One left. Easy.
[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 remember learning to subtract as a little school child Our teacher had learnt a new nifty pedagogical trick She asked us to try to count backwards We had to start counting from seven I had done that many times Still, it made me nervous Counting: "Seven, six, five" Just kept going. One left. Easy.
[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 remember learning to subtract as a little school child Our teacher had learnt a new nifty pedagogical trick She asked us to try to count backwards We had to start counting from seven I had done that many times Still, it made me nervous Counting: "Seven, six, five" Just kept going. One left. Easy.
[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 remember learning to subtract as a little school child Our teacher had learnt a new nifty pedagogical trick She asked us to try to count backwards We had to start counting from seven I had done that many times Still, it made me nervous Counting: "Seven, six, five" Just kept going. One left. Easy.
[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 remember learning to subtract as a little school child Our teacher had learnt a new nifty pedagogical trick She asked us to try to count backwards We had to start counting from seven I had done that many times Still, it made me nervous Counting: "Seven, six, five" Just kept going. One left. Easy.
[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 remember learning to subtract as a little school child Our teacher had learnt a new nifty pedagogical trick She asked us to try to count backwards We had to start counting from seven I had done that many times Still, it made me nervous Counting: "Seven, six, five" Just kept going. One left. Easy.
[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 remember learning to subtract as a little school child Our teacher had learnt a new nifty pedagogical trick She asked us to try to count backwards We had to start counting from seven I had done that many times Still, it made me nervous Counting: "Seven, six, five" Just kept going. One left. Easy.
[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 remember learning to subtract as a little school child Our teacher had learnt a new nifty pedagogical trick She asked us to try to count backwards We had to start counting from seven I had done that many times Still, it made me nervous Counting: "Seven, six, five" Just kept going. One left. Easy.
[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 remember learning to subtract as a little school child Our teacher had learnt a new nifty pedagogical trick She asked us to try to count backwards We had to start counting from seven I had done that many times Still, it made me nervous Counting: "Seven, six, five" Just kept going. One left. Easy.
[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 remember learning to subtract as a little school child Our teacher had learnt a new nifty pedagogical trick She asked us to try to count backwards We had to start counting from seven I had done that many times Still, it made me nervous Counting: "Seven, six, five" Just kept going. One left. Easy.
[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 remember learning to subtract as a little school child Our teacher had learnt a new nifty pedagogical trick She asked us to try to count backwards We had to start counting from seven I had done that many times Still, it made me nervous Counting: "Seven, six, five" Just kept going. One left. Easy.
[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 remember learning to subtract as a little school child Our teacher had learnt a new nifty pedagogical trick She asked us to try to count backwards We had to start counting from seven I had done that many times Still, it made me nervous Counting: "Seven, six, five" Just kept going. One left. Easy.