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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 | “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.
| 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.
| |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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! | 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.
| |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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. | 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.
| |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | There was knocking, growing ever louder with each passing moment.
The knocking continued, unabated, for some time before ceasing.
James opened the door, but saw nothing there.
He scratched his head, flustered and confused.
He closed the door once more.
But the knocking began again.
He screamed without avail.
The knocking continued.
James wept.
Silence. | One day, a man decided his life was not good.
He went through the day, trying to find... something.
Nothing felt fulfilling anymore, despite his best efforts.
Jessica didn't seem to understand the emptiness.
He felt stuck in his life.
So he bought a car.
He left it all.
No more anything.
It faded.
Freedom. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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 pain gives way to darkness as the story unfolds
There are playgrounds and laughter, school bags and notebooks
A shiny new car, cigarettes and pretty girls
Bottles of beer and professors in tweed
Beautiful smile, white dress and veil
A new baby is born
Everything so fast now
Puberty, college, weddings
No regrets
Goodbye
Good prompt. Really got my brain churning. | One day, a man decided his life was not good.
He went through the day, trying to find... something.
Nothing felt fulfilling anymore, despite his best efforts.
Jessica didn't seem to understand the emptiness.
He felt stuck in his life.
So he bought a car.
He left it all.
No more anything.
It faded.
Freedom. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | It didn't bother me that I would grow old alone.
Most people don't have anyone in their lives, either.
It's so easy to get used to loneliness.
I am consistent: work, sleep, work, sleep.
Routines cloud the months and years.
One sunny day, you're there.
You look at me.
My heart thaws.
My love.
Soulmate. | One day, a man decided his life was not good.
He went through the day, trying to find... something.
Nothing felt fulfilling anymore, despite his best efforts.
Jessica didn't seem to understand the emptiness.
He felt stuck in his life.
So he bought a car.
He left it all.
No more anything.
It faded.
Freedom. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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 remember a time when my thoughts were with me.
Or perhaps just another illusion of the failing mind.
Reassurance from those who cannot bear to acknowledge.
What a funny word for the end.
Many syllables, yet no true meaning.
Fleeting faces, distant shadowed whispers.
Where am I now?
Struggle to remember.
Too hard.
Sleep. | One day, a man decided his life was not good.
He went through the day, trying to find... something.
Nothing felt fulfilling anymore, despite his best efforts.
Jessica didn't seem to understand the emptiness.
He felt stuck in his life.
So he bought a car.
He left it all.
No more anything.
It faded.
Freedom. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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 sneak into the library, torch illuminating the expensive art.
Each piece holds secrets dating back hundreds of years.
Most people only see eagles, portraits, or landscapes.
They're blind to the hidden truth within.
I see the six-pointed stars.
I see the inscribed pyramid.
I see the truth.
By Nicholas Cage,
Associate Member,
Illuminati | One day, a man decided his life was not good.
He went through the day, trying to find... something.
Nothing felt fulfilling anymore, despite his best efforts.
Jessica didn't seem to understand the emptiness.
He felt stuck in his life.
So he bought a car.
He left it all.
No more anything.
It faded.
Freedom. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | By the time you read this, I will be gone.
Already I can feel my mind beginning to deteriorate.
I was so confident that I was right.
I didn't stop to consider the consequences.
Of course the formula would work.
And it did work, but . . .
My mind is going.
I love you.
I'm sorry.
Goodbye. | One day, a man decided his life was not good.
He went through the day, trying to find... something.
Nothing felt fulfilling anymore, despite his best efforts.
Jessica didn't seem to understand the emptiness.
He felt stuck in his life.
So he bought a car.
He left it all.
No more anything.
It faded.
Freedom. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | He didn't know how to make peace with his fate.
He just found out that he was dying today.
Seems like his life was only just beginning.
And now it would be over, too.
He picked up the loaded gun.
Held it to his temple.
"My life," he thought.
"My choice, then."
"Goodbye, world."
*bang* | One day, a man decided his life was not good.
He went through the day, trying to find... something.
Nothing felt fulfilling anymore, despite his best efforts.
Jessica didn't seem to understand the emptiness.
He felt stuck in his life.
So he bought a car.
He left it all.
No more anything.
It faded.
Freedom. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | Buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo.
Buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo.
Buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo.
Buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo.
Buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo.
Buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo.
Buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo.
Buffalo buffalo buffalo.
Buffalo buffalo.
Buffalo.
| One day, a man decided his life was not good.
He went through the day, trying to find... something.
Nothing felt fulfilling anymore, despite his best efforts.
Jessica didn't seem to understand the emptiness.
He felt stuck in his life.
So he bought a car.
He left it all.
No more anything.
It faded.
Freedom. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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 | One day, a man decided his life was not good.
He went through the day, trying to find... something.
Nothing felt fulfilling anymore, despite his best efforts.
Jessica didn't seem to understand the emptiness.
He felt stuck in his life.
So he bought a car.
He left it all.
No more anything.
It faded.
Freedom. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | It's a funny thing, guiding someone when everything is new.
We learned together, carried on, somehow made it through.
You always seemed to visualize me as invincible.
Oblivious to reality: you made me whole.
I remember lifting you up high.
I can't anymore, you know.
You have learned enough.
My work's done.
Your turn.
Go. | One day, a man decided his life was not good.
He went through the day, trying to find... something.
Nothing felt fulfilling anymore, despite his best efforts.
Jessica didn't seem to understand the emptiness.
He felt stuck in his life.
So he bought a car.
He left it all.
No more anything.
It faded.
Freedom. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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 did the math and figured it was on point.
If everything went according to plan I'd be rich.
I would take care of my debt first.
So many bills and habit to boot.
Check into a rehab center somewhere.
Got a throwaway for cheap.
My hands were shaking.
"Where's the money?!"
Pocket change.
Fuck.
| One day, a man decided his life was not good.
He went through the day, trying to find... something.
Nothing felt fulfilling anymore, despite his best efforts.
Jessica didn't seem to understand the emptiness.
He felt stuck in his life.
So he bought a car.
He left it all.
No more anything.
It faded.
Freedom. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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 have got my drinks, snacks and freshly charged controllers.
Everything is set up for an awesome gaming night.
Even some weed I have saved for weeks.
Now, what games should I take out...
Maybe some racing or fighting games.
That should do the trick.
Only one thing missing.
The crucial part.
You know...
Friends.
| One day, a man decided his life was not good.
He went through the day, trying to find... something.
Nothing felt fulfilling anymore, despite his best efforts.
Jessica didn't seem to understand the emptiness.
He felt stuck in his life.
So he bought a car.
He left it all.
No more anything.
It faded.
Freedom. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | Dedicated to my dad who sleeps through most TV shows, but when he wakes up, it's always during commercials.
______________________________________________
"We’ll be right back after this message from our sponsor!”
Rogaine for my thinning hair, liners for my underwear.
Those sticky serums soothe both cold and cough.
The Clapper turns lights on and off.
Vince Offer selling his Slap Chop.
Anthony Sullivan on Smart Mop.
Lame Tim Horton’s spot.
Back to plot.
Movie score.
Snore. | One day, a man decided his life was not good.
He went through the day, trying to find... something.
Nothing felt fulfilling anymore, despite his best efforts.
Jessica didn't seem to understand the emptiness.
He felt stuck in his life.
So he bought a car.
He left it all.
No more anything.
It faded.
Freedom. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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. | One day, a man decided his life was not good.
He went through the day, trying to find... something.
Nothing felt fulfilling anymore, despite his best efforts.
Jessica didn't seem to understand the emptiness.
He felt stuck in his life.
So he bought a car.
He left it all.
No more anything.
It faded.
Freedom. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | Honestly, you were never a decent person to begin with.
Even in your final moments, I doubt you'll understand.
Though, I suppose it doesn't really matter now.
In a few seconds, you'll be dead.
People will always forget the man.
But his crimes still remain.
That, they never forget.
But *you,* though?
I'll remember.
Always. | One day, a man decided his life was not good.
He went through the day, trying to find... something.
Nothing felt fulfilling anymore, despite his best efforts.
Jessica didn't seem to understand the emptiness.
He felt stuck in his life.
So he bought a car.
He left it all.
No more anything.
It faded.
Freedom. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | Sometimes I feel like the world is shrinking around me.
I see fewer new faces, just the old ones.
I think stale old thoughts for each meal.
I eat cereal instead of good books.
I draw breath in ragged gasps.
When did I get old?
Have I been sleeping?
Have I lived?
Not yet.
Someday.
| One day, a man decided his life was not good.
He went through the day, trying to find... something.
Nothing felt fulfilling anymore, despite his best efforts.
Jessica didn't seem to understand the emptiness.
He felt stuck in his life.
So he bought a car.
He left it all.
No more anything.
It faded.
Freedom. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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 news said that our city was hit the hardest.
I think I hear them running down the hall.
I need to get my family to safety.
That son of a bitch bit me.
I don't know what's going on.
The infection just keeps spreading.
My family left me.
I hear them.
They're coming.
Help. | One day, a man decided his life was not good.
He went through the day, trying to find... something.
Nothing felt fulfilling anymore, despite his best efforts.
Jessica didn't seem to understand the emptiness.
He felt stuck in his life.
So he bought a car.
He left it all.
No more anything.
It faded.
Freedom. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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'm not sure how I can only use ten words.
Seriously, what can I start to write with that?
"Once upon a time in a faraway land..."
Nah, that just sounds way too cliché.
"Here I sit, all broken-hearted..."
Nah, that ain't right either.
Almost out of words?!
We started already?!
No redos?!
Fuck.
| One day, a man decided his life was not good.
He went through the day, trying to find... something.
Nothing felt fulfilling anymore, despite his best efforts.
Jessica didn't seem to understand the emptiness.
He felt stuck in his life.
So he bought a car.
He left it all.
No more anything.
It faded.
Freedom. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | Cutting your hair at home is not a great idea.
At least if you do not have steady hands.
It started off fine but a little uneven.
Now I'll just fix the other side.
Wait, now the back's too long.
Clippers were a bad choice.
Buzz cuts are in.
Little bit more.
Too much.
Bald. | One day, a man decided his life was not good.
He went through the day, trying to find... something.
Nothing felt fulfilling anymore, despite his best efforts.
Jessica didn't seem to understand the emptiness.
He felt stuck in his life.
So he bought a car.
He left it all.
No more anything.
It faded.
Freedom. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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 please do not touch me there or here
oh please do not touch me there or
oh please do not touch me there
oh please do not touch me
oh please do not touch
oh please do not
oh please do
oh please
oh | One day, a man decided his life was not good.
He went through the day, trying to find... something.
Nothing felt fulfilling anymore, despite his best efforts.
Jessica didn't seem to understand the emptiness.
He felt stuck in his life.
So he bought a car.
He left it all.
No more anything.
It faded.
Freedom. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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 had been with her for a number of years.
My heart was racing with fear, anticipation, and hope.
"Honey, I have something important to ask you."
She turned and gave me a smile.
A voice like an angel answered, "Yes?".
I knelt down before her.
"Will you marry me?"
"Oh my God."
Tears fell.
"Yes." | One day, a man decided his life was not good.
He went through the day, trying to find... something.
Nothing felt fulfilling anymore, despite his best efforts.
Jessica didn't seem to understand the emptiness.
He felt stuck in his life.
So he bought a car.
He left it all.
No more anything.
It faded.
Freedom. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | There were exactly fifty five of these strange little things.
They were strung, line by line, in descending order.
Rows upon rows, each shorter than the last.
All honing in on some intangible topic.
I didn't know what they were.
And they rushed at me.
What were they called?
It was time.
I remembered.
Words. | One day, a man decided his life was not good.
He went through the day, trying to find... something.
Nothing felt fulfilling anymore, despite his best efforts.
Jessica didn't seem to understand the emptiness.
He felt stuck in his life.
So he bought a car.
He left it all.
No more anything.
It faded.
Freedom. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | Jessie's job was working for the city, cleaning up roadkill.
I can't help but see irony in his death.
He probably looked like a deer in headlights.
Which is what he was cleaning up.
That SUV didn't even see him.
Flattened him out real good.
It was road kill.
Leaving him, well.
You know.
Roadkill. | One day, a man decided his life was not good.
He went through the day, trying to find... something.
Nothing felt fulfilling anymore, despite his best efforts.
Jessica didn't seem to understand the emptiness.
He felt stuck in his life.
So he bought a car.
He left it all.
No more anything.
It faded.
Freedom. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | My eyes fell upon this perfect woman, my hearts unrest.
Never have I felt this pounding in my chest.
Never have I left my thoughts behind me.
I could be everything I could be.
She could be everything with me.
Or all could be lost.
Should I not try?
I walked by.
She smiled.
“Hi”.
| One day, a man decided his life was not good.
He went through the day, trying to find... something.
Nothing felt fulfilling anymore, despite his best efforts.
Jessica didn't seem to understand the emptiness.
He felt stuck in his life.
So he bought a car.
He left it all.
No more anything.
It faded.
Freedom. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | Timmy had been my best friend since the first grade.
Over the summer, we hung out every single day.
We played pranks, told stories, made great memories.
We knew we would always be friends.
But now school has started again.
Timmy used to be nice.
He stole my juice.
I want revenge.
Die, Timmy.
Burn. | One day, a man decided his life was not good.
He went through the day, trying to find... something.
Nothing felt fulfilling anymore, despite his best efforts.
Jessica didn't seem to understand the emptiness.
He felt stuck in his life.
So he bought a car.
He left it all.
No more anything.
It faded.
Freedom. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | Looking in the mirror, I puffed my chest out arrogantly.
I flexed, and admired the aesthetics of my physique.
Vascular arms, the chiseled abs, and V taper.
And then my eyes stopped short, shocked.
I trembled as the realization dawned.
I've made a huge mistake.
How did this happen?
I skipped it.
Leg Day.
Again.
| One day, a man decided his life was not good.
He went through the day, trying to find... something.
Nothing felt fulfilling anymore, despite his best efforts.
Jessica didn't seem to understand the emptiness.
He felt stuck in his life.
So he bought a car.
He left it all.
No more anything.
It faded.
Freedom. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | It didn't bother me that I would grow old alone.
Most people don't have anyone in their lives, either.
It's so easy to get used to loneliness.
I am consistent: work, sleep, work, sleep.
Routines cloud the months and years.
One sunny day, you're there.
You look at me.
My heart thaws.
My love.
Soulmate. | She held the knife to my throat, her eyes furious. It was a mistake; I didn't think it through. Cheating wasn't on my mind at the time. I begged her not to do it. But could she really kill me? She knows me too well. I'm better than this. Or am I? Not anymore. Shame. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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 remember a time when my thoughts were with me.
Or perhaps just another illusion of the failing mind.
Reassurance from those who cannot bear to acknowledge.
What a funny word for the end.
Many syllables, yet no true meaning.
Fleeting faces, distant shadowed whispers.
Where am I now?
Struggle to remember.
Too hard.
Sleep. | She held the knife to my throat, her eyes furious. It was a mistake; I didn't think it through. Cheating wasn't on my mind at the time. I begged her not to do it. But could she really kill me? She knows me too well. I'm better than this. Or am I? Not anymore. Shame. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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 sneak into the library, torch illuminating the expensive art.
Each piece holds secrets dating back hundreds of years.
Most people only see eagles, portraits, or landscapes.
They're blind to the hidden truth within.
I see the six-pointed stars.
I see the inscribed pyramid.
I see the truth.
By Nicholas Cage,
Associate Member,
Illuminati | She held the knife to my throat, her eyes furious. It was a mistake; I didn't think it through. Cheating wasn't on my mind at the time. I begged her not to do it. But could she really kill me? She knows me too well. I'm better than this. Or am I? Not anymore. Shame. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | By the time you read this, I will be gone.
Already I can feel my mind beginning to deteriorate.
I was so confident that I was right.
I didn't stop to consider the consequences.
Of course the formula would work.
And it did work, but . . .
My mind is going.
I love you.
I'm sorry.
Goodbye. | She held the knife to my throat, her eyes furious. It was a mistake; I didn't think it through. Cheating wasn't on my mind at the time. I begged her not to do it. But could she really kill me? She knows me too well. I'm better than this. Or am I? Not anymore. Shame. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | He didn't know how to make peace with his fate.
He just found out that he was dying today.
Seems like his life was only just beginning.
And now it would be over, too.
He picked up the loaded gun.
Held it to his temple.
"My life," he thought.
"My choice, then."
"Goodbye, world."
*bang* | She held the knife to my throat, her eyes furious. It was a mistake; I didn't think it through. Cheating wasn't on my mind at the time. I begged her not to do it. But could she really kill me? She knows me too well. I'm better than this. Or am I? Not anymore. Shame. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | Buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo.
Buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo.
Buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo.
Buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo.
Buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo.
Buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo.
Buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo.
Buffalo buffalo buffalo.
Buffalo buffalo.
Buffalo.
| She held the knife to my throat, her eyes furious. It was a mistake; I didn't think it through. Cheating wasn't on my mind at the time. I begged her not to do it. But could she really kill me? She knows me too well. I'm better than this. Or am I? Not anymore. Shame. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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 | She held the knife to my throat, her eyes furious. It was a mistake; I didn't think it through. Cheating wasn't on my mind at the time. I begged her not to do it. But could she really kill me? She knows me too well. I'm better than this. Or am I? Not anymore. Shame. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | It's a funny thing, guiding someone when everything is new.
We learned together, carried on, somehow made it through.
You always seemed to visualize me as invincible.
Oblivious to reality: you made me whole.
I remember lifting you up high.
I can't anymore, you know.
You have learned enough.
My work's done.
Your turn.
Go. | She held the knife to my throat, her eyes furious. It was a mistake; I didn't think it through. Cheating wasn't on my mind at the time. I begged her not to do it. But could she really kill me? She knows me too well. I'm better than this. Or am I? Not anymore. Shame. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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 did the math and figured it was on point.
If everything went according to plan I'd be rich.
I would take care of my debt first.
So many bills and habit to boot.
Check into a rehab center somewhere.
Got a throwaway for cheap.
My hands were shaking.
"Where's the money?!"
Pocket change.
Fuck.
| She held the knife to my throat, her eyes furious. It was a mistake; I didn't think it through. Cheating wasn't on my mind at the time. I begged her not to do it. But could she really kill me? She knows me too well. I'm better than this. Or am I? Not anymore. Shame. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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 have got my drinks, snacks and freshly charged controllers.
Everything is set up for an awesome gaming night.
Even some weed I have saved for weeks.
Now, what games should I take out...
Maybe some racing or fighting games.
That should do the trick.
Only one thing missing.
The crucial part.
You know...
Friends.
| She held the knife to my throat, her eyes furious. It was a mistake; I didn't think it through. Cheating wasn't on my mind at the time. I begged her not to do it. But could she really kill me? She knows me too well. I'm better than this. Or am I? Not anymore. Shame. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | Dedicated to my dad who sleeps through most TV shows, but when he wakes up, it's always during commercials.
______________________________________________
"We’ll be right back after this message from our sponsor!”
Rogaine for my thinning hair, liners for my underwear.
Those sticky serums soothe both cold and cough.
The Clapper turns lights on and off.
Vince Offer selling his Slap Chop.
Anthony Sullivan on Smart Mop.
Lame Tim Horton’s spot.
Back to plot.
Movie score.
Snore. | She held the knife to my throat, her eyes furious. It was a mistake; I didn't think it through. Cheating wasn't on my mind at the time. I begged her not to do it. But could she really kill me? She knows me too well. I'm better than this. Or am I? Not anymore. Shame. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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. | She held the knife to my throat, her eyes furious. It was a mistake; I didn't think it through. Cheating wasn't on my mind at the time. I begged her not to do it. But could she really kill me? She knows me too well. I'm better than this. Or am I? Not anymore. Shame. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | Sometimes I feel like the world is shrinking around me.
I see fewer new faces, just the old ones.
I think stale old thoughts for each meal.
I eat cereal instead of good books.
I draw breath in ragged gasps.
When did I get old?
Have I been sleeping?
Have I lived?
Not yet.
Someday.
| She held the knife to my throat, her eyes furious. It was a mistake; I didn't think it through. Cheating wasn't on my mind at the time. I begged her not to do it. But could she really kill me? She knows me too well. I'm better than this. Or am I? Not anymore. Shame. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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 news said that our city was hit the hardest.
I think I hear them running down the hall.
I need to get my family to safety.
That son of a bitch bit me.
I don't know what's going on.
The infection just keeps spreading.
My family left me.
I hear them.
They're coming.
Help. | She held the knife to my throat, her eyes furious. It was a mistake; I didn't think it through. Cheating wasn't on my mind at the time. I begged her not to do it. But could she really kill me? She knows me too well. I'm better than this. Or am I? Not anymore. Shame. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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'm not sure how I can only use ten words.
Seriously, what can I start to write with that?
"Once upon a time in a faraway land..."
Nah, that just sounds way too cliché.
"Here I sit, all broken-hearted..."
Nah, that ain't right either.
Almost out of words?!
We started already?!
No redos?!
Fuck.
| She held the knife to my throat, her eyes furious. It was a mistake; I didn't think it through. Cheating wasn't on my mind at the time. I begged her not to do it. But could she really kill me? She knows me too well. I'm better than this. Or am I? Not anymore. Shame. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | Cutting your hair at home is not a great idea.
At least if you do not have steady hands.
It started off fine but a little uneven.
Now I'll just fix the other side.
Wait, now the back's too long.
Clippers were a bad choice.
Buzz cuts are in.
Little bit more.
Too much.
Bald. | She held the knife to my throat, her eyes furious. It was a mistake; I didn't think it through. Cheating wasn't on my mind at the time. I begged her not to do it. But could she really kill me? She knows me too well. I'm better than this. Or am I? Not anymore. Shame. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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 please do not touch me there or here
oh please do not touch me there or
oh please do not touch me there
oh please do not touch me
oh please do not touch
oh please do not
oh please do
oh please
oh | She held the knife to my throat, her eyes furious. It was a mistake; I didn't think it through. Cheating wasn't on my mind at the time. I begged her not to do it. But could she really kill me? She knows me too well. I'm better than this. Or am I? Not anymore. Shame. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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 remember a time when my thoughts were with me.
Or perhaps just another illusion of the failing mind.
Reassurance from those who cannot bear to acknowledge.
What a funny word for the end.
Many syllables, yet no true meaning.
Fleeting faces, distant shadowed whispers.
Where am I now?
Struggle to remember.
Too hard.
Sleep. | Damned but walk once more in the dead of night.
Reaper gnawed on the bones of a billion souls.
For eons walked the hills in the dark.
Four pillars ran cold from now onwards.
Lifeless thoughts turned inside-out, marking eternity.
The markings tell one story.
Moral of the story:
Death humbles everyone.
Ever humbled:
I. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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 sneak into the library, torch illuminating the expensive art.
Each piece holds secrets dating back hundreds of years.
Most people only see eagles, portraits, or landscapes.
They're blind to the hidden truth within.
I see the six-pointed stars.
I see the inscribed pyramid.
I see the truth.
By Nicholas Cage,
Associate Member,
Illuminati | Damned but walk once more in the dead of night.
Reaper gnawed on the bones of a billion souls.
For eons walked the hills in the dark.
Four pillars ran cold from now onwards.
Lifeless thoughts turned inside-out, marking eternity.
The markings tell one story.
Moral of the story:
Death humbles everyone.
Ever humbled:
I. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | By the time you read this, I will be gone.
Already I can feel my mind beginning to deteriorate.
I was so confident that I was right.
I didn't stop to consider the consequences.
Of course the formula would work.
And it did work, but . . .
My mind is going.
I love you.
I'm sorry.
Goodbye. | Damned but walk once more in the dead of night.
Reaper gnawed on the bones of a billion souls.
For eons walked the hills in the dark.
Four pillars ran cold from now onwards.
Lifeless thoughts turned inside-out, marking eternity.
The markings tell one story.
Moral of the story:
Death humbles everyone.
Ever humbled:
I. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | He didn't know how to make peace with his fate.
He just found out that he was dying today.
Seems like his life was only just beginning.
And now it would be over, too.
He picked up the loaded gun.
Held it to his temple.
"My life," he thought.
"My choice, then."
"Goodbye, world."
*bang* | Damned but walk once more in the dead of night.
Reaper gnawed on the bones of a billion souls.
For eons walked the hills in the dark.
Four pillars ran cold from now onwards.
Lifeless thoughts turned inside-out, marking eternity.
The markings tell one story.
Moral of the story:
Death humbles everyone.
Ever humbled:
I. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | Buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo.
Buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo.
Buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo.
Buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo.
Buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo.
Buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo.
Buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo.
Buffalo buffalo buffalo.
Buffalo buffalo.
Buffalo.
| Damned but walk once more in the dead of night.
Reaper gnawed on the bones of a billion souls.
For eons walked the hills in the dark.
Four pillars ran cold from now onwards.
Lifeless thoughts turned inside-out, marking eternity.
The markings tell one story.
Moral of the story:
Death humbles everyone.
Ever humbled:
I. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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 | Damned but walk once more in the dead of night.
Reaper gnawed on the bones of a billion souls.
For eons walked the hills in the dark.
Four pillars ran cold from now onwards.
Lifeless thoughts turned inside-out, marking eternity.
The markings tell one story.
Moral of the story:
Death humbles everyone.
Ever humbled:
I. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | It's a funny thing, guiding someone when everything is new.
We learned together, carried on, somehow made it through.
You always seemed to visualize me as invincible.
Oblivious to reality: you made me whole.
I remember lifting you up high.
I can't anymore, you know.
You have learned enough.
My work's done.
Your turn.
Go. | Damned but walk once more in the dead of night.
Reaper gnawed on the bones of a billion souls.
For eons walked the hills in the dark.
Four pillars ran cold from now onwards.
Lifeless thoughts turned inside-out, marking eternity.
The markings tell one story.
Moral of the story:
Death humbles everyone.
Ever humbled:
I. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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 did the math and figured it was on point.
If everything went according to plan I'd be rich.
I would take care of my debt first.
So many bills and habit to boot.
Check into a rehab center somewhere.
Got a throwaway for cheap.
My hands were shaking.
"Where's the money?!"
Pocket change.
Fuck.
| Damned but walk once more in the dead of night.
Reaper gnawed on the bones of a billion souls.
For eons walked the hills in the dark.
Four pillars ran cold from now onwards.
Lifeless thoughts turned inside-out, marking eternity.
The markings tell one story.
Moral of the story:
Death humbles everyone.
Ever humbled:
I. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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 have got my drinks, snacks and freshly charged controllers.
Everything is set up for an awesome gaming night.
Even some weed I have saved for weeks.
Now, what games should I take out...
Maybe some racing or fighting games.
That should do the trick.
Only one thing missing.
The crucial part.
You know...
Friends.
| Damned but walk once more in the dead of night.
Reaper gnawed on the bones of a billion souls.
For eons walked the hills in the dark.
Four pillars ran cold from now onwards.
Lifeless thoughts turned inside-out, marking eternity.
The markings tell one story.
Moral of the story:
Death humbles everyone.
Ever humbled:
I. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | Dedicated to my dad who sleeps through most TV shows, but when he wakes up, it's always during commercials.
______________________________________________
"We’ll be right back after this message from our sponsor!”
Rogaine for my thinning hair, liners for my underwear.
Those sticky serums soothe both cold and cough.
The Clapper turns lights on and off.
Vince Offer selling his Slap Chop.
Anthony Sullivan on Smart Mop.
Lame Tim Horton’s spot.
Back to plot.
Movie score.
Snore. | Damned but walk once more in the dead of night.
Reaper gnawed on the bones of a billion souls.
For eons walked the hills in the dark.
Four pillars ran cold from now onwards.
Lifeless thoughts turned inside-out, marking eternity.
The markings tell one story.
Moral of the story:
Death humbles everyone.
Ever humbled:
I. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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. | Damned but walk once more in the dead of night.
Reaper gnawed on the bones of a billion souls.
For eons walked the hills in the dark.
Four pillars ran cold from now onwards.
Lifeless thoughts turned inside-out, marking eternity.
The markings tell one story.
Moral of the story:
Death humbles everyone.
Ever humbled:
I. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | Sometimes I feel like the world is shrinking around me.
I see fewer new faces, just the old ones.
I think stale old thoughts for each meal.
I eat cereal instead of good books.
I draw breath in ragged gasps.
When did I get old?
Have I been sleeping?
Have I lived?
Not yet.
Someday.
| Damned but walk once more in the dead of night.
Reaper gnawed on the bones of a billion souls.
For eons walked the hills in the dark.
Four pillars ran cold from now onwards.
Lifeless thoughts turned inside-out, marking eternity.
The markings tell one story.
Moral of the story:
Death humbles everyone.
Ever humbled:
I. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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 news said that our city was hit the hardest.
I think I hear them running down the hall.
I need to get my family to safety.
That son of a bitch bit me.
I don't know what's going on.
The infection just keeps spreading.
My family left me.
I hear them.
They're coming.
Help. | Damned but walk once more in the dead of night.
Reaper gnawed on the bones of a billion souls.
For eons walked the hills in the dark.
Four pillars ran cold from now onwards.
Lifeless thoughts turned inside-out, marking eternity.
The markings tell one story.
Moral of the story:
Death humbles everyone.
Ever humbled:
I. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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'm not sure how I can only use ten words.
Seriously, what can I start to write with that?
"Once upon a time in a faraway land..."
Nah, that just sounds way too cliché.
"Here I sit, all broken-hearted..."
Nah, that ain't right either.
Almost out of words?!
We started already?!
No redos?!
Fuck.
| Damned but walk once more in the dead of night.
Reaper gnawed on the bones of a billion souls.
For eons walked the hills in the dark.
Four pillars ran cold from now onwards.
Lifeless thoughts turned inside-out, marking eternity.
The markings tell one story.
Moral of the story:
Death humbles everyone.
Ever humbled:
I. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | Cutting your hair at home is not a great idea.
At least if you do not have steady hands.
It started off fine but a little uneven.
Now I'll just fix the other side.
Wait, now the back's too long.
Clippers were a bad choice.
Buzz cuts are in.
Little bit more.
Too much.
Bald. | Damned but walk once more in the dead of night.
Reaper gnawed on the bones of a billion souls.
For eons walked the hills in the dark.
Four pillars ran cold from now onwards.
Lifeless thoughts turned inside-out, marking eternity.
The markings tell one story.
Moral of the story:
Death humbles everyone.
Ever humbled:
I. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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 please do not touch me there or here
oh please do not touch me there or
oh please do not touch me there
oh please do not touch me
oh please do not touch
oh please do not
oh please do
oh please
oh | Damned but walk once more in the dead of night.
Reaper gnawed on the bones of a billion souls.
For eons walked the hills in the dark.
Four pillars ran cold from now onwards.
Lifeless thoughts turned inside-out, marking eternity.
The markings tell one story.
Moral of the story:
Death humbles everyone.
Ever humbled:
I. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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 remember a time when my thoughts were with me.
Or perhaps just another illusion of the failing mind.
Reassurance from those who cannot bear to acknowledge.
What a funny word for the end.
Many syllables, yet no true meaning.
Fleeting faces, distant shadowed whispers.
Where am I now?
Struggle to remember.
Too hard.
Sleep. | There's so much to do and so little time left.
The world is an oyster in my outstretched hand.
My thoughts fly faster than dates and projects.
I'm on full power without eating or sleeping.
People aren't keeping up with me.
Maybe I should slow down.
It's getting dark anyway.
Why even try?
Alone now.
Again. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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 sneak into the library, torch illuminating the expensive art.
Each piece holds secrets dating back hundreds of years.
Most people only see eagles, portraits, or landscapes.
They're blind to the hidden truth within.
I see the six-pointed stars.
I see the inscribed pyramid.
I see the truth.
By Nicholas Cage,
Associate Member,
Illuminati | There's so much to do and so little time left.
The world is an oyster in my outstretched hand.
My thoughts fly faster than dates and projects.
I'm on full power without eating or sleeping.
People aren't keeping up with me.
Maybe I should slow down.
It's getting dark anyway.
Why even try?
Alone now.
Again. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | By the time you read this, I will be gone.
Already I can feel my mind beginning to deteriorate.
I was so confident that I was right.
I didn't stop to consider the consequences.
Of course the formula would work.
And it did work, but . . .
My mind is going.
I love you.
I'm sorry.
Goodbye. | There's so much to do and so little time left.
The world is an oyster in my outstretched hand.
My thoughts fly faster than dates and projects.
I'm on full power without eating or sleeping.
People aren't keeping up with me.
Maybe I should slow down.
It's getting dark anyway.
Why even try?
Alone now.
Again. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | He didn't know how to make peace with his fate.
He just found out that he was dying today.
Seems like his life was only just beginning.
And now it would be over, too.
He picked up the loaded gun.
Held it to his temple.
"My life," he thought.
"My choice, then."
"Goodbye, world."
*bang* | There's so much to do and so little time left.
The world is an oyster in my outstretched hand.
My thoughts fly faster than dates and projects.
I'm on full power without eating or sleeping.
People aren't keeping up with me.
Maybe I should slow down.
It's getting dark anyway.
Why even try?
Alone now.
Again. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | Buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo.
Buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo.
Buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo.
Buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo.
Buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo.
Buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo.
Buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo.
Buffalo buffalo buffalo.
Buffalo buffalo.
Buffalo.
| There's so much to do and so little time left.
The world is an oyster in my outstretched hand.
My thoughts fly faster than dates and projects.
I'm on full power without eating or sleeping.
People aren't keeping up with me.
Maybe I should slow down.
It's getting dark anyway.
Why even try?
Alone now.
Again. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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 | There's so much to do and so little time left.
The world is an oyster in my outstretched hand.
My thoughts fly faster than dates and projects.
I'm on full power without eating or sleeping.
People aren't keeping up with me.
Maybe I should slow down.
It's getting dark anyway.
Why even try?
Alone now.
Again. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | It's a funny thing, guiding someone when everything is new.
We learned together, carried on, somehow made it through.
You always seemed to visualize me as invincible.
Oblivious to reality: you made me whole.
I remember lifting you up high.
I can't anymore, you know.
You have learned enough.
My work's done.
Your turn.
Go. | There's so much to do and so little time left.
The world is an oyster in my outstretched hand.
My thoughts fly faster than dates and projects.
I'm on full power without eating or sleeping.
People aren't keeping up with me.
Maybe I should slow down.
It's getting dark anyway.
Why even try?
Alone now.
Again. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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 did the math and figured it was on point.
If everything went according to plan I'd be rich.
I would take care of my debt first.
So many bills and habit to boot.
Check into a rehab center somewhere.
Got a throwaway for cheap.
My hands were shaking.
"Where's the money?!"
Pocket change.
Fuck.
| There's so much to do and so little time left.
The world is an oyster in my outstretched hand.
My thoughts fly faster than dates and projects.
I'm on full power without eating or sleeping.
People aren't keeping up with me.
Maybe I should slow down.
It's getting dark anyway.
Why even try?
Alone now.
Again. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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 have got my drinks, snacks and freshly charged controllers.
Everything is set up for an awesome gaming night.
Even some weed I have saved for weeks.
Now, what games should I take out...
Maybe some racing or fighting games.
That should do the trick.
Only one thing missing.
The crucial part.
You know...
Friends.
| There's so much to do and so little time left.
The world is an oyster in my outstretched hand.
My thoughts fly faster than dates and projects.
I'm on full power without eating or sleeping.
People aren't keeping up with me.
Maybe I should slow down.
It's getting dark anyway.
Why even try?
Alone now.
Again. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | Dedicated to my dad who sleeps through most TV shows, but when he wakes up, it's always during commercials.
______________________________________________
"We’ll be right back after this message from our sponsor!”
Rogaine for my thinning hair, liners for my underwear.
Those sticky serums soothe both cold and cough.
The Clapper turns lights on and off.
Vince Offer selling his Slap Chop.
Anthony Sullivan on Smart Mop.
Lame Tim Horton’s spot.
Back to plot.
Movie score.
Snore. | There's so much to do and so little time left.
The world is an oyster in my outstretched hand.
My thoughts fly faster than dates and projects.
I'm on full power without eating or sleeping.
People aren't keeping up with me.
Maybe I should slow down.
It's getting dark anyway.
Why even try?
Alone now.
Again. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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. | There's so much to do and so little time left.
The world is an oyster in my outstretched hand.
My thoughts fly faster than dates and projects.
I'm on full power without eating or sleeping.
People aren't keeping up with me.
Maybe I should slow down.
It's getting dark anyway.
Why even try?
Alone now.
Again. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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'm not sure how I can only use ten words.
Seriously, what can I start to write with that?
"Once upon a time in a faraway land..."
Nah, that just sounds way too cliché.
"Here I sit, all broken-hearted..."
Nah, that ain't right either.
Almost out of words?!
We started already?!
No redos?!
Fuck.
| There's so much to do and so little time left.
The world is an oyster in my outstretched hand.
My thoughts fly faster than dates and projects.
I'm on full power without eating or sleeping.
People aren't keeping up with me.
Maybe I should slow down.
It's getting dark anyway.
Why even try?
Alone now.
Again. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | Cutting your hair at home is not a great idea.
At least if you do not have steady hands.
It started off fine but a little uneven.
Now I'll just fix the other side.
Wait, now the back's too long.
Clippers were a bad choice.
Buzz cuts are in.
Little bit more.
Too much.
Bald. | There's so much to do and so little time left.
The world is an oyster in my outstretched hand.
My thoughts fly faster than dates and projects.
I'm on full power without eating or sleeping.
People aren't keeping up with me.
Maybe I should slow down.
It's getting dark anyway.
Why even try?
Alone now.
Again. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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 please do not touch me there or here
oh please do not touch me there or
oh please do not touch me there
oh please do not touch me
oh please do not touch
oh please do not
oh please do
oh please
oh | There's so much to do and so little time left.
The world is an oyster in my outstretched hand.
My thoughts fly faster than dates and projects.
I'm on full power without eating or sleeping.
People aren't keeping up with me.
Maybe I should slow down.
It's getting dark anyway.
Why even try?
Alone now.
Again. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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 remember a time when my thoughts were with me.
Or perhaps just another illusion of the failing mind.
Reassurance from those who cannot bear to acknowledge.
What a funny word for the end.
Many syllables, yet no true meaning.
Fleeting faces, distant shadowed whispers.
Where am I now?
Struggle to remember.
Too hard.
Sleep. | The beat of the monitor started drifting off minutes ago. In an odd way, the changing rhythm brought comfort. The past three months had built to this. It felt unsatisfactorily short yet wonderfully long. Either way, he was finally ready. At least, he thought so. His strength was fading. Memories floated around. Wishes too. 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 sneak into the library, torch illuminating the expensive art.
Each piece holds secrets dating back hundreds of years.
Most people only see eagles, portraits, or landscapes.
They're blind to the hidden truth within.
I see the six-pointed stars.
I see the inscribed pyramid.
I see the truth.
By Nicholas Cage,
Associate Member,
Illuminati | The beat of the monitor started drifting off minutes ago. In an odd way, the changing rhythm brought comfort. The past three months had built to this. It felt unsatisfactorily short yet wonderfully long. Either way, he was finally ready. At least, he thought so. His strength was fading. Memories floated around. Wishes too. 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 | By the time you read this, I will be gone.
Already I can feel my mind beginning to deteriorate.
I was so confident that I was right.
I didn't stop to consider the consequences.
Of course the formula would work.
And it did work, but . . .
My mind is going.
I love you.
I'm sorry.
Goodbye. | The beat of the monitor started drifting off minutes ago. In an odd way, the changing rhythm brought comfort. The past three months had built to this. It felt unsatisfactorily short yet wonderfully long. Either way, he was finally ready. At least, he thought so. His strength was fading. Memories floated around. Wishes too. 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 | He didn't know how to make peace with his fate.
He just found out that he was dying today.
Seems like his life was only just beginning.
And now it would be over, too.
He picked up the loaded gun.
Held it to his temple.
"My life," he thought.
"My choice, then."
"Goodbye, world."
*bang* | The beat of the monitor started drifting off minutes ago. In an odd way, the changing rhythm brought comfort. The past three months had built to this. It felt unsatisfactorily short yet wonderfully long. Either way, he was finally ready. At least, he thought so. His strength was fading. Memories floated around. Wishes too. 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 | Buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo.
Buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo.
Buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo.
Buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo.
Buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo.
Buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo.
Buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo.
Buffalo buffalo buffalo.
Buffalo buffalo.
Buffalo.
| The beat of the monitor started drifting off minutes ago. In an odd way, the changing rhythm brought comfort. The past three months had built to this. It felt unsatisfactorily short yet wonderfully long. Either way, he was finally ready. At least, he thought so. His strength was fading. Memories floated around. Wishes too. 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 | The beat of the monitor started drifting off minutes ago. In an odd way, the changing rhythm brought comfort. The past three months had built to this. It felt unsatisfactorily short yet wonderfully long. Either way, he was finally ready. At least, he thought so. His strength was fading. Memories floated around. Wishes too. 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 | It's a funny thing, guiding someone when everything is new.
We learned together, carried on, somehow made it through.
You always seemed to visualize me as invincible.
Oblivious to reality: you made me whole.
I remember lifting you up high.
I can't anymore, you know.
You have learned enough.
My work's done.
Your turn.
Go. | The beat of the monitor started drifting off minutes ago. In an odd way, the changing rhythm brought comfort. The past three months had built to this. It felt unsatisfactorily short yet wonderfully long. Either way, he was finally ready. At least, he thought so. His strength was fading. Memories floated around. Wishes too. 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 did the math and figured it was on point.
If everything went according to plan I'd be rich.
I would take care of my debt first.
So many bills and habit to boot.
Check into a rehab center somewhere.
Got a throwaway for cheap.
My hands were shaking.
"Where's the money?!"
Pocket change.
Fuck.
| The beat of the monitor started drifting off minutes ago. In an odd way, the changing rhythm brought comfort. The past three months had built to this. It felt unsatisfactorily short yet wonderfully long. Either way, he was finally ready. At least, he thought so. His strength was fading. Memories floated around. Wishes too. 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 have got my drinks, snacks and freshly charged controllers.
Everything is set up for an awesome gaming night.
Even some weed I have saved for weeks.
Now, what games should I take out...
Maybe some racing or fighting games.
That should do the trick.
Only one thing missing.
The crucial part.
You know...
Friends.
| The beat of the monitor started drifting off minutes ago. In an odd way, the changing rhythm brought comfort. The past three months had built to this. It felt unsatisfactorily short yet wonderfully long. Either way, he was finally ready. At least, he thought so. His strength was fading. Memories floated around. Wishes too. 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 | Dedicated to my dad who sleeps through most TV shows, but when he wakes up, it's always during commercials.
______________________________________________
"We’ll be right back after this message from our sponsor!”
Rogaine for my thinning hair, liners for my underwear.
Those sticky serums soothe both cold and cough.
The Clapper turns lights on and off.
Vince Offer selling his Slap Chop.
Anthony Sullivan on Smart Mop.
Lame Tim Horton’s spot.
Back to plot.
Movie score.
Snore. | The beat of the monitor started drifting off minutes ago. In an odd way, the changing rhythm brought comfort. The past three months had built to this. It felt unsatisfactorily short yet wonderfully long. Either way, he was finally ready. At least, he thought so. His strength was fading. Memories floated around. Wishes too. 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. | The beat of the monitor started drifting off minutes ago. In an odd way, the changing rhythm brought comfort. The past three months had built to this. It felt unsatisfactorily short yet wonderfully long. Either way, he was finally ready. At least, he thought so. His strength was fading. Memories floated around. Wishes too. 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'm not sure how I can only use ten words.
Seriously, what can I start to write with that?
"Once upon a time in a faraway land..."
Nah, that just sounds way too cliché.
"Here I sit, all broken-hearted..."
Nah, that ain't right either.
Almost out of words?!
We started already?!
No redos?!
Fuck.
| The beat of the monitor started drifting off minutes ago. In an odd way, the changing rhythm brought comfort. The past three months had built to this. It felt unsatisfactorily short yet wonderfully long. Either way, he was finally ready. At least, he thought so. His strength was fading. Memories floated around. Wishes too. 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 | Cutting your hair at home is not a great idea.
At least if you do not have steady hands.
It started off fine but a little uneven.
Now I'll just fix the other side.
Wait, now the back's too long.
Clippers were a bad choice.
Buzz cuts are in.
Little bit more.
Too much.
Bald. | The beat of the monitor started drifting off minutes ago. In an odd way, the changing rhythm brought comfort. The past three months had built to this. It felt unsatisfactorily short yet wonderfully long. Either way, he was finally ready. At least, he thought so. His strength was fading. Memories floated around. Wishes too. 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 please do not touch me there or here
oh please do not touch me there or
oh please do not touch me there
oh please do not touch me
oh please do not touch
oh please do not
oh please do
oh please
oh | The beat of the monitor started drifting off minutes ago. In an odd way, the changing rhythm brought comfort. The past three months had built to this. It felt unsatisfactorily short yet wonderfully long. Either way, he was finally ready. At least, he thought so. His strength was fading. Memories floated around. Wishes too. 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 remember a time when my thoughts were with me.
Or perhaps just another illusion of the failing mind.
Reassurance from those who cannot bear to acknowledge.
What a funny word for the end.
Many syllables, yet no true meaning.
Fleeting faces, distant shadowed whispers.
Where am I now?
Struggle to remember.
Too hard.
Sleep. | I never thought I'd watch my own light die out.
It struggles, flickers, but can't burn through the dark.
Death is real, but not until the end.
At the end, it's all there is.
Death of spirit, not of body.
Of all I could be.
Everything that matters.
Hungry darkness.
Victorious.
| |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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 sneak into the library, torch illuminating the expensive art.
Each piece holds secrets dating back hundreds of years.
Most people only see eagles, portraits, or landscapes.
They're blind to the hidden truth within.
I see the six-pointed stars.
I see the inscribed pyramid.
I see the truth.
By Nicholas Cage,
Associate Member,
Illuminati | I never thought I'd watch my own light die out.
It struggles, flickers, but can't burn through the dark.
Death is real, but not until the end.
At the end, it's all there is.
Death of spirit, not of body.
Of all I could be.
Everything that matters.
Hungry darkness.
Victorious.
| |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | By the time you read this, I will be gone.
Already I can feel my mind beginning to deteriorate.
I was so confident that I was right.
I didn't stop to consider the consequences.
Of course the formula would work.
And it did work, but . . .
My mind is going.
I love you.
I'm sorry.
Goodbye. | I never thought I'd watch my own light die out.
It struggles, flickers, but can't burn through the dark.
Death is real, but not until the end.
At the end, it's all there is.
Death of spirit, not of body.
Of all I could be.
Everything that matters.
Hungry darkness.
Victorious.
| |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | He didn't know how to make peace with his fate.
He just found out that he was dying today.
Seems like his life was only just beginning.
And now it would be over, too.
He picked up the loaded gun.
Held it to his temple.
"My life," he thought.
"My choice, then."
"Goodbye, world."
*bang* | I never thought I'd watch my own light die out.
It struggles, flickers, but can't burn through the dark.
Death is real, but not until the end.
At the end, it's all there is.
Death of spirit, not of body.
Of all I could be.
Everything that matters.
Hungry darkness.
Victorious.
| |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | Buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo.
Buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo.
Buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo.
Buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo.
Buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo.
Buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo.
Buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo.
Buffalo buffalo buffalo.
Buffalo buffalo.
Buffalo.
| I never thought I'd watch my own light die out.
It struggles, flickers, but can't burn through the dark.
Death is real, but not until the end.
At the end, it's all there is.
Death of spirit, not of body.
Of all I could be.
Everything that matters.
Hungry darkness.
Victorious.
| |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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 never thought I'd watch my own light die out.
It struggles, flickers, but can't burn through the dark.
Death is real, but not until the end.
At the end, it's all there is.
Death of spirit, not of body.
Of all I could be.
Everything that matters.
Hungry darkness.
Victorious.
| |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | It's a funny thing, guiding someone when everything is new.
We learned together, carried on, somehow made it through.
You always seemed to visualize me as invincible.
Oblivious to reality: you made me whole.
I remember lifting you up high.
I can't anymore, you know.
You have learned enough.
My work's done.
Your turn.
Go. | I never thought I'd watch my own light die out.
It struggles, flickers, but can't burn through the dark.
Death is real, but not until the end.
At the end, it's all there is.
Death of spirit, not of body.
Of all I could be.
Everything that matters.
Hungry darkness.
Victorious.
| |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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 did the math and figured it was on point.
If everything went according to plan I'd be rich.
I would take care of my debt first.
So many bills and habit to boot.
Check into a rehab center somewhere.
Got a throwaway for cheap.
My hands were shaking.
"Where's the money?!"
Pocket change.
Fuck.
| I never thought I'd watch my own light die out.
It struggles, flickers, but can't burn through the dark.
Death is real, but not until the end.
At the end, it's all there is.
Death of spirit, not of body.
Of all I could be.
Everything that matters.
Hungry darkness.
Victorious.
| |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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 have got my drinks, snacks and freshly charged controllers.
Everything is set up for an awesome gaming night.
Even some weed I have saved for weeks.
Now, what games should I take out...
Maybe some racing or fighting games.
That should do the trick.
Only one thing missing.
The crucial part.
You know...
Friends.
| I never thought I'd watch my own light die out.
It struggles, flickers, but can't burn through the dark.
Death is real, but not until the end.
At the end, it's all there is.
Death of spirit, not of body.
Of all I could be.
Everything that matters.
Hungry darkness.
Victorious.
| |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | Dedicated to my dad who sleeps through most TV shows, but when he wakes up, it's always during commercials.
______________________________________________
"We’ll be right back after this message from our sponsor!”
Rogaine for my thinning hair, liners for my underwear.
Those sticky serums soothe both cold and cough.
The Clapper turns lights on and off.
Vince Offer selling his Slap Chop.
Anthony Sullivan on Smart Mop.
Lame Tim Horton’s spot.
Back to plot.
Movie score.
Snore. | I never thought I'd watch my own light die out.
It struggles, flickers, but can't burn through the dark.
Death is real, but not until the end.
At the end, it's all there is.
Death of spirit, not of body.
Of all I could be.
Everything that matters.
Hungry darkness.
Victorious.
|
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