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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	"I hate my life": all his mind was telling him. &nbsp; On the cold winter eve of the new millenium. &nbsp; Girl dropped him hard for dude much leaner. &nbsp; knock knock "Pizza for I.C. Weiner?" &nbsp; Realizing a prank directed him here... &nbsp; crack, sip, (a LoBrau beer) &nbsp; lean, fall, (into tube) &nbsp; Transformation: ice cube. &nbsp; l.o.a.d.i.n.g. drama... &nbsp; ...Futurama
[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 hate my life": all his mind was telling him. &nbsp; On the cold winter eve of the new millenium. &nbsp; Girl dropped him hard for dude much leaner. &nbsp; knock knock "Pizza for I.C. Weiner?" &nbsp; Realizing a prank directed him here... &nbsp; crack, sip, (a LoBrau beer) &nbsp; lean, fall, (into tube) &nbsp; Transformation: ice cube. &nbsp; l.o.a.d.i.n.g. drama... &nbsp; ...Futurama
[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 hate my life": all his mind was telling him. &nbsp; On the cold winter eve of the new millenium. &nbsp; Girl dropped him hard for dude much leaner. &nbsp; knock knock "Pizza for I.C. Weiner?" &nbsp; Realizing a prank directed him here... &nbsp; crack, sip, (a LoBrau beer) &nbsp; lean, fall, (into tube) &nbsp; Transformation: ice cube. &nbsp; l.o.a.d.i.n.g. drama... &nbsp; ...Futurama
[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 hate my life": all his mind was telling him. &nbsp; On the cold winter eve of the new millenium. &nbsp; Girl dropped him hard for dude much leaner. &nbsp; knock knock "Pizza for I.C. Weiner?" &nbsp; Realizing a prank directed him here... &nbsp; crack, sip, (a LoBrau beer) &nbsp; lean, fall, (into tube) &nbsp; Transformation: ice cube. &nbsp; l.o.a.d.i.n.g. drama... &nbsp; ...Futurama
[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 hate my life": all his mind was telling him. &nbsp; On the cold winter eve of the new millenium. &nbsp; Girl dropped him hard for dude much leaner. &nbsp; knock knock "Pizza for I.C. Weiner?" &nbsp; Realizing a prank directed him here... &nbsp; crack, sip, (a LoBrau beer) &nbsp; lean, fall, (into tube) &nbsp; Transformation: ice cube. &nbsp; l.o.a.d.i.n.g. drama... &nbsp; ...Futurama
[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 hate my life": all his mind was telling him. &nbsp; On the cold winter eve of the new millenium. &nbsp; Girl dropped him hard for dude much leaner. &nbsp; knock knock "Pizza for I.C. Weiner?" &nbsp; Realizing a prank directed him here... &nbsp; crack, sip, (a LoBrau beer) &nbsp; lean, fall, (into tube) &nbsp; Transformation: ice cube. &nbsp; l.o.a.d.i.n.g. drama... &nbsp; ...Futurama
[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 hate my life": all his mind was telling him. &nbsp; On the cold winter eve of the new millenium. &nbsp; Girl dropped him hard for dude much leaner. &nbsp; knock knock "Pizza for I.C. Weiner?" &nbsp; Realizing a prank directed him here... &nbsp; crack, sip, (a LoBrau beer) &nbsp; lean, fall, (into tube) &nbsp; Transformation: ice cube. &nbsp; l.o.a.d.i.n.g. drama... &nbsp; ...Futurama
[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 hate my life": all his mind was telling him. &nbsp; On the cold winter eve of the new millenium. &nbsp; Girl dropped him hard for dude much leaner. &nbsp; knock knock "Pizza for I.C. Weiner?" &nbsp; Realizing a prank directed him here... &nbsp; crack, sip, (a LoBrau beer) &nbsp; lean, fall, (into tube) &nbsp; Transformation: ice cube. &nbsp; l.o.a.d.i.n.g. drama... &nbsp; ...Futurama
[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 hate my life": all his mind was telling him. &nbsp; On the cold winter eve of the new millenium. &nbsp; Girl dropped him hard for dude much leaner. &nbsp; knock knock "Pizza for I.C. Weiner?" &nbsp; Realizing a prank directed him here... &nbsp; crack, sip, (a LoBrau beer) &nbsp; lean, fall, (into tube) &nbsp; Transformation: ice cube. &nbsp; l.o.a.d.i.n.g. drama... &nbsp; ...Futurama
[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 hate my life": all his mind was telling him. &nbsp; On the cold winter eve of the new millenium. &nbsp; Girl dropped him hard for dude much leaner. &nbsp; knock knock "Pizza for I.C. Weiner?" &nbsp; Realizing a prank directed him here... &nbsp; crack, sip, (a LoBrau beer) &nbsp; lean, fall, (into tube) &nbsp; Transformation: ice cube. &nbsp; l.o.a.d.i.n.g. drama... &nbsp; ...Futurama
[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 hate my life": all his mind was telling him. &nbsp; On the cold winter eve of the new millenium. &nbsp; Girl dropped him hard for dude much leaner. &nbsp; knock knock "Pizza for I.C. Weiner?" &nbsp; Realizing a prank directed him here... &nbsp; crack, sip, (a LoBrau beer) &nbsp; lean, fall, (into tube) &nbsp; Transformation: ice cube. &nbsp; l.o.a.d.i.n.g. drama... &nbsp; ...Futurama
[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 hate my life": all his mind was telling him. &nbsp; On the cold winter eve of the new millenium. &nbsp; Girl dropped him hard for dude much leaner. &nbsp; knock knock "Pizza for I.C. Weiner?" &nbsp; Realizing a prank directed him here... &nbsp; crack, sip, (a LoBrau beer) &nbsp; lean, fall, (into tube) &nbsp; Transformation: ice cube. &nbsp; l.o.a.d.i.n.g. drama... &nbsp; ...Futurama
[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 hate my life": all his mind was telling him. &nbsp; On the cold winter eve of the new millenium. &nbsp; Girl dropped him hard for dude much leaner. &nbsp; knock knock "Pizza for I.C. Weiner?" &nbsp; Realizing a prank directed him here... &nbsp; crack, sip, (a LoBrau beer) &nbsp; lean, fall, (into tube) &nbsp; Transformation: ice cube. &nbsp; l.o.a.d.i.n.g. drama... &nbsp; ...Futurama
[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 hate my life": all his mind was telling him. &nbsp; On the cold winter eve of the new millenium. &nbsp; Girl dropped him hard for dude much leaner. &nbsp; knock knock "Pizza for I.C. Weiner?" &nbsp; Realizing a prank directed him here... &nbsp; crack, sip, (a LoBrau beer) &nbsp; lean, fall, (into tube) &nbsp; Transformation: ice cube. &nbsp; l.o.a.d.i.n.g. drama... &nbsp; ...Futurama
[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 hate my life": all his mind was telling him. &nbsp; On the cold winter eve of the new millenium. &nbsp; Girl dropped him hard for dude much leaner. &nbsp; knock knock "Pizza for I.C. Weiner?" &nbsp; Realizing a prank directed him here... &nbsp; crack, sip, (a LoBrau beer) &nbsp; lean, fall, (into tube) &nbsp; Transformation: ice cube. &nbsp; l.o.a.d.i.n.g. drama... &nbsp; ...Futurama
[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.	Stark white walls polarized by blinding, intense light but then. Cluttered, homely space populated by loving though preoccupied parents. There are places I go, but I return. Here is where I stay, most often. Its populace has dwindled to one. It has been rather foreign. Then it became home. Mortality labels differently. A deathbed. Home.
[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.	Stark white walls polarized by blinding, intense light but then. Cluttered, homely space populated by loving though preoccupied parents. There are places I go, but I return. Here is where I stay, most often. Its populace has dwindled to one. It has been rather foreign. Then it became home. Mortality labels differently. A deathbed. Home.
[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.	Stark white walls polarized by blinding, intense light but then. Cluttered, homely space populated by loving though preoccupied parents. There are places I go, but I return. Here is where I stay, most often. Its populace has dwindled to one. It has been rather foreign. Then it became home. Mortality labels differently. A deathbed. Home.
[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.	Stark white walls polarized by blinding, intense light but then. Cluttered, homely space populated by loving though preoccupied parents. There are places I go, but I return. Here is where I stay, most often. Its populace has dwindled to one. It has been rather foreign. Then it became home. Mortality labels differently. A deathbed. Home.
[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.	Stark white walls polarized by blinding, intense light but then. Cluttered, homely space populated by loving though preoccupied parents. There are places I go, but I return. Here is where I stay, most often. Its populace has dwindled to one. It has been rather foreign. Then it became home. Mortality labels differently. A deathbed. Home.
[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.	Stark white walls polarized by blinding, intense light but then. Cluttered, homely space populated by loving though preoccupied parents. There are places I go, but I return. Here is where I stay, most often. Its populace has dwindled to one. It has been rather foreign. Then it became home. Mortality labels differently. A deathbed. Home.
[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.	Stark white walls polarized by blinding, intense light but then. Cluttered, homely space populated by loving though preoccupied parents. There are places I go, but I return. Here is where I stay, most often. Its populace has dwindled to one. It has been rather foreign. Then it became home. Mortality labels differently. A deathbed. Home.
[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.	Stark white walls polarized by blinding, intense light but then. Cluttered, homely space populated by loving though preoccupied parents. There are places I go, but I return. Here is where I stay, most often. Its populace has dwindled to one. It has been rather foreign. Then it became home. Mortality labels differently. A deathbed. Home.
[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.	Stark white walls polarized by blinding, intense light but then. Cluttered, homely space populated by loving though preoccupied parents. There are places I go, but I return. Here is where I stay, most often. Its populace has dwindled to one. It has been rather foreign. Then it became home. Mortality labels differently. A deathbed. Home.
[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.	Stark white walls polarized by blinding, intense light but then. Cluttered, homely space populated by loving though preoccupied parents. There are places I go, but I return. Here is where I stay, most often. Its populace has dwindled to one. It has been rather foreign. Then it became home. Mortality labels differently. A deathbed. Home.
[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!	Stark white walls polarized by blinding, intense light but then. Cluttered, homely space populated by loving though preoccupied parents. There are places I go, but I return. Here is where I stay, most often. Its populace has dwindled to one. It has been rather foreign. Then it became home. Mortality labels differently. A deathbed. Home.
[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	Stark white walls polarized by blinding, intense light but then. Cluttered, homely space populated by loving though preoccupied parents. There are places I go, but I return. Here is where I stay, most often. Its populace has dwindled to one. It has been rather foreign. Then it became home. Mortality labels differently. A deathbed. Home.
[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.	Stark white walls polarized by blinding, intense light but then. Cluttered, homely space populated by loving though preoccupied parents. There are places I go, but I return. Here is where I stay, most often. Its populace has dwindled to one. It has been rather foreign. Then it became home. Mortality labels differently. A deathbed. Home.
[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 have not felt quite right for some time now. I know what's wrong, but nothing can be done. I told my wife not to worry too much. I hope my kids will be okay. I'm not ready to leave them. It won't be long now. It's hardest at night. When they sleep. I'll sleep. Soon.
[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 have not felt quite right for some time now. I know what's wrong, but nothing can be done. I told my wife not to worry too much. I hope my kids will be okay. I'm not ready to leave them. It won't be long now. It's hardest at night. When they sleep. I'll sleep. Soon.
[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 have not felt quite right for some time now. I know what's wrong, but nothing can be done. I told my wife not to worry too much. I hope my kids will be okay. I'm not ready to leave them. It won't be long now. It's hardest at night. When they sleep. I'll sleep. Soon.
[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 have not felt quite right for some time now. I know what's wrong, but nothing can be done. I told my wife not to worry too much. I hope my kids will be okay. I'm not ready to leave them. It won't be long now. It's hardest at night. When they sleep. I'll sleep. Soon.
[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 have not felt quite right for some time now. I know what's wrong, but nothing can be done. I told my wife not to worry too much. I hope my kids will be okay. I'm not ready to leave them. It won't be long now. It's hardest at night. When they sleep. I'll sleep. Soon.
[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 have not felt quite right for some time now. I know what's wrong, but nothing can be done. I told my wife not to worry too much. I hope my kids will be okay. I'm not ready to leave them. It won't be long now. It's hardest at night. When they sleep. I'll sleep. Soon.
[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 have not felt quite right for some time now. I know what's wrong, but nothing can be done. I told my wife not to worry too much. I hope my kids will be okay. I'm not ready to leave them. It won't be long now. It's hardest at night. When they sleep. I'll sleep. Soon.
[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 have not felt quite right for some time now. I know what's wrong, but nothing can be done. I told my wife not to worry too much. I hope my kids will be okay. I'm not ready to leave them. It won't be long now. It's hardest at night. When they sleep. I'll sleep. Soon.
[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 have not felt quite right for some time now. I know what's wrong, but nothing can be done. I told my wife not to worry too much. I hope my kids will be okay. I'm not ready to leave them. It won't be long now. It's hardest at night. When they sleep. I'll sleep. Soon.
[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 have not felt quite right for some time now. I know what's wrong, but nothing can be done. I told my wife not to worry too much. I hope my kids will be okay. I'm not ready to leave them. It won't be long now. It's hardest at night. When they sleep. I'll sleep. Soon.
[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 have not felt quite right for some time now. I know what's wrong, but nothing can be done. I told my wife not to worry too much. I hope my kids will be okay. I'm not ready to leave them. It won't be long now. It's hardest at night. When they sleep. I'll sleep. Soon.
[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 have not felt quite right for some time now. I know what's wrong, but nothing can be done. I told my wife not to worry too much. I hope my kids will be okay. I'm not ready to leave them. It won't be long now. It's hardest at night. When they sleep. I'll sleep. Soon.
[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 have not felt quite right for some time now. I know what's wrong, but nothing can be done. I told my wife not to worry too much. I hope my kids will be okay. I'm not ready to leave them. It won't be long now. It's hardest at night. When they sleep. I'll sleep. Soon.
[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.	Talking with him and being with him would excite her. Both their passion was strong, and their energy high. Late nights sharing and laughing were the norm. They joked, flirted, and held each other. Nothing in life is ever perfect. She fell out of love. She changed her mind. She was done. He wasn't. Goodbye.
[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.	Talking with him and being with him would excite her. Both their passion was strong, and their energy high. Late nights sharing and laughing were the norm. They joked, flirted, and held each other. Nothing in life is ever perfect. She fell out of love. She changed her mind. She was done. He wasn't. Goodbye.
[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.	Talking with him and being with him would excite her. Both their passion was strong, and their energy high. Late nights sharing and laughing were the norm. They joked, flirted, and held each other. Nothing in life is ever perfect. She fell out of love. She changed her mind. She was done. He wasn't. Goodbye.
[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.	Talking with him and being with him would excite her. Both their passion was strong, and their energy high. Late nights sharing and laughing were the norm. They joked, flirted, and held each other. Nothing in life is ever perfect. She fell out of love. She changed her mind. She was done. He wasn't. Goodbye.
[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.	Talking with him and being with him would excite her. Both their passion was strong, and their energy high. Late nights sharing and laughing were the norm. They joked, flirted, and held each other. Nothing in life is ever perfect. She fell out of love. She changed her mind. She was done. He wasn't. Goodbye.
[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.	Talking with him and being with him would excite her. Both their passion was strong, and their energy high. Late nights sharing and laughing were the norm. They joked, flirted, and held each other. Nothing in life is ever perfect. She fell out of love. She changed her mind. She was done. He wasn't. Goodbye.
[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.	Talking with him and being with him would excite her. Both their passion was strong, and their energy high. Late nights sharing and laughing were the norm. They joked, flirted, and held each other. Nothing in life is ever perfect. She fell out of love. She changed her mind. She was done. He wasn't. Goodbye.
[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.	Talking with him and being with him would excite her. Both their passion was strong, and their energy high. Late nights sharing and laughing were the norm. They joked, flirted, and held each other. Nothing in life is ever perfect. She fell out of love. She changed her mind. She was done. He wasn't. Goodbye.
[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.	Talking with him and being with him would excite her. Both their passion was strong, and their energy high. Late nights sharing and laughing were the norm. They joked, flirted, and held each other. Nothing in life is ever perfect. She fell out of love. She changed her mind. She was done. He wasn't. Goodbye.
[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.	Talking with him and being with him would excite her. Both their passion was strong, and their energy high. Late nights sharing and laughing were the norm. They joked, flirted, and held each other. Nothing in life is ever perfect. She fell out of love. She changed her mind. She was done. He wasn't. Goodbye.
[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!	Talking with him and being with him would excite her. Both their passion was strong, and their energy high. Late nights sharing and laughing were the norm. They joked, flirted, and held each other. Nothing in life is ever perfect. She fell out of love. She changed her mind. She was done. He wasn't. Goodbye.
[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	Talking with him and being with him would excite her. Both their passion was strong, and their energy high. Late nights sharing and laughing were the norm. They joked, flirted, and held each other. Nothing in life is ever perfect. She fell out of love. She changed her mind. She was done. He wasn't. Goodbye.
[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.	Talking with him and being with him would excite her. Both their passion was strong, and their energy high. Late nights sharing and laughing were the norm. They joked, flirted, and held each other. Nothing in life is ever perfect. She fell out of love. She changed her mind. She was done. He wasn't. Goodbye.
[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 grasped the frame tightly, staring at the photograph. The nurse said I was losing my memory. What did she know? I remember her. The woman who I truely love. My wonderful partner, Rhonda. No. Her eyes are green. I'm quite sure. Everlasting Love? Rose.
[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 grasped the frame tightly, staring at the photograph. The nurse said I was losing my memory. What did she know? I remember her. The woman who I truely love. My wonderful partner, Rhonda. No. Her eyes are green. I'm quite sure. Everlasting Love? Rose.
[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 grasped the frame tightly, staring at the photograph. The nurse said I was losing my memory. What did she know? I remember her. The woman who I truely love. My wonderful partner, Rhonda. No. Her eyes are green. I'm quite sure. Everlasting Love? Rose.
[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 grasped the frame tightly, staring at the photograph. The nurse said I was losing my memory. What did she know? I remember her. The woman who I truely love. My wonderful partner, Rhonda. No. Her eyes are green. I'm quite sure. Everlasting Love? Rose.
[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 grasped the frame tightly, staring at the photograph. The nurse said I was losing my memory. What did she know? I remember her. The woman who I truely love. My wonderful partner, Rhonda. No. Her eyes are green. I'm quite sure. Everlasting Love? Rose.
[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 grasped the frame tightly, staring at the photograph. The nurse said I was losing my memory. What did she know? I remember her. The woman who I truely love. My wonderful partner, Rhonda. No. Her eyes are green. I'm quite sure. Everlasting Love? Rose.
[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 grasped the frame tightly, staring at the photograph. The nurse said I was losing my memory. What did she know? I remember her. The woman who I truely love. My wonderful partner, Rhonda. No. Her eyes are green. I'm quite sure. Everlasting Love? Rose.
[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 grasped the frame tightly, staring at the photograph. The nurse said I was losing my memory. What did she know? I remember her. The woman who I truely love. My wonderful partner, Rhonda. No. Her eyes are green. I'm quite sure. Everlasting Love? Rose.
[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 grasped the frame tightly, staring at the photograph. The nurse said I was losing my memory. What did she know? I remember her. The woman who I truely love. My wonderful partner, Rhonda. No. Her eyes are green. I'm quite sure. Everlasting Love? Rose.
[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 grasped the frame tightly, staring at the photograph. The nurse said I was losing my memory. What did she know? I remember her. The woman who I truely love. My wonderful partner, Rhonda. No. Her eyes are green. I'm quite sure. Everlasting Love? Rose.
[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 grasped the frame tightly, staring at the photograph. The nurse said I was losing my memory. What did she know? I remember her. The woman who I truely love. My wonderful partner, Rhonda. No. Her eyes are green. I'm quite sure. Everlasting Love? Rose.
[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 grasped the frame tightly, staring at the photograph. The nurse said I was losing my memory. What did she know? I remember her. The woman who I truely love. My wonderful partner, Rhonda. No. Her eyes are green. I'm quite sure. Everlasting Love? Rose.
[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 grasped the frame tightly, staring at the photograph. The nurse said I was losing my memory. What did she know? I remember her. The woman who I truely love. My wonderful partner, Rhonda. No. Her eyes are green. I'm quite sure. Everlasting Love? Rose.
[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.	Five came in one car, three walked (separately), two biked. "Abandoned warehouse, reeeeal original," grumbles one of the bikers. "Is Alfred Hitchcock directing our lives now," dryly. "I thought there were more people here..." Is he figuring it out yet? Voices chuckle, "Don't think so." WHERE DID THEY GO? This is awkward. Turn around. Solipsism.
[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.	Five came in one car, three walked (separately), two biked. "Abandoned warehouse, reeeeal original," grumbles one of the bikers. "Is Alfred Hitchcock directing our lives now," dryly. "I thought there were more people here..." Is he figuring it out yet? Voices chuckle, "Don't think so." WHERE DID THEY GO? This is awkward. Turn around. Solipsism.
[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.	Five came in one car, three walked (separately), two biked. "Abandoned warehouse, reeeeal original," grumbles one of the bikers. "Is Alfred Hitchcock directing our lives now," dryly. "I thought there were more people here..." Is he figuring it out yet? Voices chuckle, "Don't think so." WHERE DID THEY GO? This is awkward. Turn around. Solipsism.
[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.	Five came in one car, three walked (separately), two biked. "Abandoned warehouse, reeeeal original," grumbles one of the bikers. "Is Alfred Hitchcock directing our lives now," dryly. "I thought there were more people here..." Is he figuring it out yet? Voices chuckle, "Don't think so." WHERE DID THEY GO? This is awkward. Turn around. Solipsism.
[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.	Five came in one car, three walked (separately), two biked. "Abandoned warehouse, reeeeal original," grumbles one of the bikers. "Is Alfred Hitchcock directing our lives now," dryly. "I thought there were more people here..." Is he figuring it out yet? Voices chuckle, "Don't think so." WHERE DID THEY GO? This is awkward. Turn around. Solipsism.
[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.	Five came in one car, three walked (separately), two biked. "Abandoned warehouse, reeeeal original," grumbles one of the bikers. "Is Alfred Hitchcock directing our lives now," dryly. "I thought there were more people here..." Is he figuring it out yet? Voices chuckle, "Don't think so." WHERE DID THEY GO? This is awkward. Turn around. Solipsism.
[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.	Five came in one car, three walked (separately), two biked. "Abandoned warehouse, reeeeal original," grumbles one of the bikers. "Is Alfred Hitchcock directing our lives now," dryly. "I thought there were more people here..." Is he figuring it out yet? Voices chuckle, "Don't think so." WHERE DID THEY GO? This is awkward. Turn around. Solipsism.
[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.	Five came in one car, three walked (separately), two biked. "Abandoned warehouse, reeeeal original," grumbles one of the bikers. "Is Alfred Hitchcock directing our lives now," dryly. "I thought there were more people here..." Is he figuring it out yet? Voices chuckle, "Don't think so." WHERE DID THEY GO? This is awkward. Turn around. Solipsism.
[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.	Five came in one car, three walked (separately), two biked. "Abandoned warehouse, reeeeal original," grumbles one of the bikers. "Is Alfred Hitchcock directing our lives now," dryly. "I thought there were more people here..." Is he figuring it out yet? Voices chuckle, "Don't think so." WHERE DID THEY GO? This is awkward. Turn around. Solipsism.
[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.	Five came in one car, three walked (separately), two biked. "Abandoned warehouse, reeeeal original," grumbles one of the bikers. "Is Alfred Hitchcock directing our lives now," dryly. "I thought there were more people here..." Is he figuring it out yet? Voices chuckle, "Don't think so." WHERE DID THEY GO? This is awkward. Turn around. Solipsism.
[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!	Five came in one car, three walked (separately), two biked. "Abandoned warehouse, reeeeal original," grumbles one of the bikers. "Is Alfred Hitchcock directing our lives now," dryly. "I thought there were more people here..." Is he figuring it out yet? Voices chuckle, "Don't think so." WHERE DID THEY GO? This is awkward. Turn around. Solipsism.
[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.	Five came in one car, three walked (separately), two biked. "Abandoned warehouse, reeeeal original," grumbles one of the bikers. "Is Alfred Hitchcock directing our lives now," dryly. "I thought there were more people here..." Is he figuring it out yet? Voices chuckle, "Don't think so." WHERE DID THEY GO? This is awkward. Turn around. Solipsism.
[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.	Really guys, how hard is it to follow these instructions? You'd think people could read a four sentence post. I get that we think we're creative. Yet people keep ignoring the constraints! Isn't that this sub's purpose? To spur our creativity? So do it. Write constrained. Tards.
[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.	Really guys, how hard is it to follow these instructions? You'd think people could read a four sentence post. I get that we think we're creative. Yet people keep ignoring the constraints! Isn't that this sub's purpose? To spur our creativity? So do it. Write constrained. Tards.
[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.	Really guys, how hard is it to follow these instructions? You'd think people could read a four sentence post. I get that we think we're creative. Yet people keep ignoring the constraints! Isn't that this sub's purpose? To spur our creativity? So do it. Write constrained. Tards.
[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.	Really guys, how hard is it to follow these instructions? You'd think people could read a four sentence post. I get that we think we're creative. Yet people keep ignoring the constraints! Isn't that this sub's purpose? To spur our creativity? So do it. Write constrained. Tards.
[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.	Really guys, how hard is it to follow these instructions? You'd think people could read a four sentence post. I get that we think we're creative. Yet people keep ignoring the constraints! Isn't that this sub's purpose? To spur our creativity? So do it. Write constrained. Tards.
[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 entire life has been constrained by all these rules. They press on me, ever constricting my every action. Leading me to believe we're all just puppets. We while away our days so willingly. Life just accelerates, always moving faster. We never stop to appreciate. The inevitable always approaches. Soon it's over. It ends. Gone.
[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 entire life has been constrained by all these rules. They press on me, ever constricting my every action. Leading me to believe we're all just puppets. We while away our days so willingly. Life just accelerates, always moving faster. We never stop to appreciate. The inevitable always approaches. Soon it's over. It ends. Gone.
[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 entire life has been constrained by all these rules. They press on me, ever constricting my every action. Leading me to believe we're all just puppets. We while away our days so willingly. Life just accelerates, always moving faster. We never stop to appreciate. The inevitable always approaches. Soon it's over. It ends. Gone.
[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 entire life has been constrained by all these rules. They press on me, ever constricting my every action. Leading me to believe we're all just puppets. We while away our days so willingly. Life just accelerates, always moving faster. We never stop to appreciate. The inevitable always approaches. Soon it's over. It ends. Gone.
[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 entire life has been constrained by all these rules. They press on me, ever constricting my every action. Leading me to believe we're all just puppets. We while away our days so willingly. Life just accelerates, always moving faster. We never stop to appreciate. The inevitable always approaches. Soon it's over. It ends. Gone.
[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.	He knew he had no choice but to stay awake. He knew something about hitting your head like this. Or having your head hit like this, really. He knew he had a concussion. You can't sleep if you do. Don't lose consciousness with concussions. It might not return. Wait for help. Don't sleep. Don't-
[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.	He knew he had no choice but to stay awake. He knew something about hitting your head like this. Or having your head hit like this, really. He knew he had a concussion. You can't sleep if you do. Don't lose consciousness with concussions. It might not return. Wait for help. Don't sleep. Don't-
[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.	He knew he had no choice but to stay awake. He knew something about hitting your head like this. Or having your head hit like this, really. He knew he had a concussion. You can't sleep if you do. Don't lose consciousness with concussions. It might not return. Wait for help. Don't sleep. Don't-
[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.	He knew he had no choice but to stay awake. He knew something about hitting your head like this. Or having your head hit like this, really. He knew he had a concussion. You can't sleep if you do. Don't lose consciousness with concussions. It might not return. Wait for help. Don't sleep. Don't-
[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.	He knew he had no choice but to stay awake. He knew something about hitting your head like this. Or having your head hit like this, really. He knew he had a concussion. You can't sleep if you do. Don't lose consciousness with concussions. It might not return. Wait for help. Don't sleep. Don't-
[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 look at the picture, tears running down my face. i remember the accident just like it happened yesterday She, the most beautiful human that ever lived crushed between the wall and my car. the light in her eyes, gone. I still cant believe it my beautiful wife, gone. getting the rope. hanging myself. reunited! EDIT: Formatting English is not my mothertongue so please forgive me my crappy english.
[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 look at the picture, tears running down my face. i remember the accident just like it happened yesterday She, the most beautiful human that ever lived crushed between the wall and my car. the light in her eyes, gone. I still cant believe it my beautiful wife, gone. getting the rope. hanging myself. reunited! EDIT: Formatting English is not my mothertongue so please forgive me my crappy english.
[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 look at the picture, tears running down my face. i remember the accident just like it happened yesterday She, the most beautiful human that ever lived crushed between the wall and my car. the light in her eyes, gone. I still cant believe it my beautiful wife, gone. getting the rope. hanging myself. reunited! EDIT: Formatting English is not my mothertongue so please forgive me my crappy english.
[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 look at the picture, tears running down my face. i remember the accident just like it happened yesterday She, the most beautiful human that ever lived crushed between the wall and my car. the light in her eyes, gone. I still cant believe it my beautiful wife, gone. getting the rope. hanging myself. reunited! EDIT: Formatting English is not my mothertongue so please forgive me my crappy english.
[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 look at the picture, tears running down my face. i remember the accident just like it happened yesterday She, the most beautiful human that ever lived crushed between the wall and my car. the light in her eyes, gone. I still cant believe it my beautiful wife, gone. getting the rope. hanging myself. reunited! EDIT: Formatting English is not my mothertongue so please forgive me my crappy english.
[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 grasp the gun desperately, trembling as I did so. "Get away from me," I demanded, aiming it carefully. "Jenna, take a deep breath and calm down. We are just here to help you." He took a step toward me. I closed my eyes tight. A tear slipped out. A single gunshot. My groan. Freedom.

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