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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 | 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 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'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.
| 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 | 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. | 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 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 | 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 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. | "Please don't jump, my love, we can get you help!"
He scarcely hears her over his own thumping heart.
Something within him knows he won't back out.
*It's far too late for that now.*
City lights illuminate from fathoms below.
Shrieking winds make him shiver.
He sheds a tear.
She's screaming now.
One step.
Silence.
| |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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 | "Please don't jump, my love, we can get you help!"
He scarcely hears her over his own thumping heart.
Something within him knows he won't back out.
*It's far too late for that now.*
City lights illuminate from fathoms below.
Shrieking winds make him shiver.
He sheds a tear.
She's screaming now.
One step.
Silence.
| |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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. | "Please don't jump, my love, we can get you help!"
He scarcely hears her over his own thumping heart.
Something within him knows he won't back out.
*It's far too late for that now.*
City lights illuminate from fathoms below.
Shrieking winds make him shiver.
He sheds a tear.
She's screaming now.
One step.
Silence.
| |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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* | "Please don't jump, my love, we can get you help!"
He scarcely hears her over his own thumping heart.
Something within him knows he won't back out.
*It's far too late for that now.*
City lights illuminate from fathoms below.
Shrieking winds make him shiver.
He sheds a tear.
She's screaming now.
One step.
Silence.
| |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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.
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Buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo.
Buffalo buffalo buffalo.
Buffalo buffalo.
Buffalo.
| "Please don't jump, my love, we can get you help!"
He scarcely hears her over his own thumping heart.
Something within him knows he won't back out.
*It's far too late for that now.*
City lights illuminate from fathoms below.
Shrieking winds make him shiver.
He sheds a tear.
She's screaming now.
One step.
Silence.
| |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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 | "Please don't jump, my love, we can get you help!"
He scarcely hears her over his own thumping heart.
Something within him knows he won't back out.
*It's far too late for that now.*
City lights illuminate from fathoms below.
Shrieking winds make him shiver.
He sheds a tear.
She's screaming now.
One step.
Silence.
| |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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. | "Please don't jump, my love, we can get you help!"
He scarcely hears her over his own thumping heart.
Something within him knows he won't back out.
*It's far too late for that now.*
City lights illuminate from fathoms below.
Shrieking winds make him shiver.
He sheds a tear.
She's screaming now.
One step.
Silence.
| |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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.
| "Please don't jump, my love, we can get you help!"
He scarcely hears her over his own thumping heart.
Something within him knows he won't back out.
*It's far too late for that now.*
City lights illuminate from fathoms below.
Shrieking winds make him shiver.
He sheds a tear.
She's screaming now.
One step.
Silence.
| |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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.
| "Please don't jump, my love, we can get you help!"
He scarcely hears her over his own thumping heart.
Something within him knows he won't back out.
*It's far too late for that now.*
City lights illuminate from fathoms below.
Shrieking winds make him shiver.
He sheds a tear.
She's screaming now.
One step.
Silence.
| |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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. | "Please don't jump, my love, we can get you help!"
He scarcely hears her over his own thumping heart.
Something within him knows he won't back out.
*It's far too late for that now.*
City lights illuminate from fathoms below.
Shrieking winds make him shiver.
He sheds a tear.
She's screaming now.
One step.
Silence.
| |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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. | "Please don't jump, my love, we can get you help!"
He scarcely hears her over his own thumping heart.
Something within him knows he won't back out.
*It's far too late for that now.*
City lights illuminate from fathoms below.
Shrieking winds make him shiver.
He sheds a tear.
She's screaming now.
One step.
Silence.
| |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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.
| "Please don't jump, my love, we can get you help!"
He scarcely hears her over his own thumping heart.
Something within him knows he won't back out.
*It's far too late for that now.*
City lights illuminate from fathoms below.
Shrieking winds make him shiver.
He sheds a tear.
She's screaming now.
One step.
Silence.
| |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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. | "Please don't jump, my love, we can get you help!"
He scarcely hears her over his own thumping heart.
Something within him knows he won't back out.
*It's far too late for that now.*
City lights illuminate from fathoms below.
Shrieking winds make him shiver.
He sheds a tear.
She's screaming now.
One step.
Silence.
| |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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 | "Please don't jump, my love, we can get you help!"
He scarcely hears her over his own thumping heart.
Something within him knows he won't back out.
*It's far too late for that now.*
City lights illuminate from fathoms below.
Shrieking winds make him shiver.
He sheds a tear.
She's screaming now.
One step.
Silence.
| |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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. | It was a beautiful day, not a cloud in sight.
I was excited to meet my girlfriend in town.
Cycling down the hill, I felt so happy.
The wind felt good in my hair.
Jumped my bike off the curb.
See a car approaching fast.
Too late to brake.
Here it comes.
Cloudless sky.
Black.
| |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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 | It was a beautiful day, not a cloud in sight.
I was excited to meet my girlfriend in town.
Cycling down the hill, I felt so happy.
The wind felt good in my hair.
Jumped my bike off the curb.
See a car approaching fast.
Too late to brake.
Here it comes.
Cloudless sky.
Black.
| |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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* | It was a beautiful day, not a cloud in sight.
I was excited to meet my girlfriend in town.
Cycling down the hill, I felt so happy.
The wind felt good in my hair.
Jumped my bike off the curb.
See a car approaching fast.
Too late to brake.
Here it comes.
Cloudless sky.
Black.
| |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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.
| It was a beautiful day, not a cloud in sight.
I was excited to meet my girlfriend in town.
Cycling down the hill, I felt so happy.
The wind felt good in my hair.
Jumped my bike off the curb.
See a car approaching fast.
Too late to brake.
Here it comes.
Cloudless sky.
Black.
| |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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 | It was a beautiful day, not a cloud in sight.
I was excited to meet my girlfriend in town.
Cycling down the hill, I felt so happy.
The wind felt good in my hair.
Jumped my bike off the curb.
See a car approaching fast.
Too late to brake.
Here it comes.
Cloudless sky.
Black.
| |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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.
| It was a beautiful day, not a cloud in sight.
I was excited to meet my girlfriend in town.
Cycling down the hill, I felt so happy.
The wind felt good in my hair.
Jumped my bike off the curb.
See a car approaching fast.
Too late to brake.
Here it comes.
Cloudless sky.
Black.
| |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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.
| It was a beautiful day, not a cloud in sight.
I was excited to meet my girlfriend in town.
Cycling down the hill, I felt so happy.
The wind felt good in my hair.
Jumped my bike off the curb.
See a car approaching fast.
Too late to brake.
Here it comes.
Cloudless sky.
Black.
| |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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. | It was a beautiful day, not a cloud in sight.
I was excited to meet my girlfriend in town.
Cycling down the hill, I felt so happy.
The wind felt good in my hair.
Jumped my bike off the curb.
See a car approaching fast.
Too late to brake.
Here it comes.
Cloudless sky.
Black.
| |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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. | It was a beautiful day, not a cloud in sight.
I was excited to meet my girlfriend in town.
Cycling down the hill, I felt so happy.
The wind felt good in my hair.
Jumped my bike off the curb.
See a car approaching fast.
Too late to brake.
Here it comes.
Cloudless sky.
Black.
| |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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.
| It was a beautiful day, not a cloud in sight.
I was excited to meet my girlfriend in town.
Cycling down the hill, I felt so happy.
The wind felt good in my hair.
Jumped my bike off the curb.
See a car approaching fast.
Too late to brake.
Here it comes.
Cloudless sky.
Black.
| |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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. | It was a beautiful day, not a cloud in sight.
I was excited to meet my girlfriend in town.
Cycling down the hill, I felt so happy.
The wind felt good in my hair.
Jumped my bike off the curb.
See a car approaching fast.
Too late to brake.
Here it comes.
Cloudless sky.
Black.
| |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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 | It was a beautiful day, not a cloud in sight.
I was excited to meet my girlfriend in town.
Cycling down the hill, I felt so happy.
The wind felt good in my hair.
Jumped my bike off the curb.
See a car approaching fast.
Too late to brake.
Here it comes.
Cloudless sky.
Black.
| |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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 walked over to where I had last seen her.
In winter frost sparkles along the pier like diamonds.
A still image of her hand in mine.
We used to walk here every day.
I always knew I missed her.
It’s hard to look back.
Consumed by the blue.
She left me.
My daughter.
Alone.
| |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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 walked over to where I had last seen her.
In winter frost sparkles along the pier like diamonds.
A still image of her hand in mine.
We used to walk here every day.
I always knew I missed her.
It’s hard to look back.
Consumed by the blue.
She left me.
My daughter.
Alone.
| |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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 walked over to where I had last seen her.
In winter frost sparkles along the pier like diamonds.
A still image of her hand in mine.
We used to walk here every day.
I always knew I missed her.
It’s hard to look back.
Consumed by the blue.
She left me.
My daughter.
Alone.
| |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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.
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Buffalo buffalo.
Buffalo.
| I walked over to where I had last seen her.
In winter frost sparkles along the pier like diamonds.
A still image of her hand in mine.
We used to walk here every day.
I always knew I missed her.
It’s hard to look back.
Consumed by the blue.
She left me.
My daughter.
Alone.
| |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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 walked over to where I had last seen her.
In winter frost sparkles along the pier like diamonds.
A still image of her hand in mine.
We used to walk here every day.
I always knew I missed her.
It’s hard to look back.
Consumed by the blue.
She left me.
My daughter.
Alone.
| |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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 walked over to where I had last seen her.
In winter frost sparkles along the pier like diamonds.
A still image of her hand in mine.
We used to walk here every day.
I always knew I missed her.
It’s hard to look back.
Consumed by the blue.
She left me.
My daughter.
Alone.
| |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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 walked over to where I had last seen her.
In winter frost sparkles along the pier like diamonds.
A still image of her hand in mine.
We used to walk here every day.
I always knew I missed her.
It’s hard to look back.
Consumed by the blue.
She left me.
My daughter.
Alone.
| |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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 walked over to where I had last seen her.
In winter frost sparkles along the pier like diamonds.
A still image of her hand in mine.
We used to walk here every day.
I always knew I missed her.
It’s hard to look back.
Consumed by the blue.
She left me.
My daughter.
Alone.
| |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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 walked over to where I had last seen her.
In winter frost sparkles along the pier like diamonds.
A still image of her hand in mine.
We used to walk here every day.
I always knew I missed her.
It’s hard to look back.
Consumed by the blue.
She left me.
My daughter.
Alone.
| |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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.
| I walked over to where I had last seen her.
In winter frost sparkles along the pier like diamonds.
A still image of her hand in mine.
We used to walk here every day.
I always knew I missed her.
It’s hard to look back.
Consumed by the blue.
She left me.
My daughter.
Alone.
| |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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. | I walked over to where I had last seen her.
In winter frost sparkles along the pier like diamonds.
A still image of her hand in mine.
We used to walk here every day.
I always knew I missed her.
It’s hard to look back.
Consumed by the blue.
She left me.
My daughter.
Alone.
| |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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 live as long as the possibility of your love.
When that is gone I will have no reason.
I will have to deny myself all hope.
That will be less painful for me.
Then there is only one question.
Is hope or hopelessness worst?
The thing with feathers.
The starless night.
The gods.
Hell.
| |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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 live as long as the possibility of your love.
When that is gone I will have no reason.
I will have to deny myself all hope.
That will be less painful for me.
Then there is only one question.
Is hope or hopelessness worst?
The thing with feathers.
The starless night.
The gods.
Hell.
| |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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 live as long as the possibility of your love.
When that is gone I will have no reason.
I will have to deny myself all hope.
That will be less painful for me.
Then there is only one question.
Is hope or hopelessness worst?
The thing with feathers.
The starless night.
The gods.
Hell.
| |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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.
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Buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo.
Buffalo buffalo buffalo.
Buffalo buffalo.
Buffalo.
| I live as long as the possibility of your love.
When that is gone I will have no reason.
I will have to deny myself all hope.
That will be less painful for me.
Then there is only one question.
Is hope or hopelessness worst?
The thing with feathers.
The starless night.
The gods.
Hell.
| |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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 live as long as the possibility of your love.
When that is gone I will have no reason.
I will have to deny myself all hope.
That will be less painful for me.
Then there is only one question.
Is hope or hopelessness worst?
The thing with feathers.
The starless night.
The gods.
Hell.
| |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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 live as long as the possibility of your love.
When that is gone I will have no reason.
I will have to deny myself all hope.
That will be less painful for me.
Then there is only one question.
Is hope or hopelessness worst?
The thing with feathers.
The starless night.
The gods.
Hell.
| |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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 live as long as the possibility of your love.
When that is gone I will have no reason.
I will have to deny myself all hope.
That will be less painful for me.
Then there is only one question.
Is hope or hopelessness worst?
The thing with feathers.
The starless night.
The gods.
Hell.
| |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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 live as long as the possibility of your love.
When that is gone I will have no reason.
I will have to deny myself all hope.
That will be less painful for me.
Then there is only one question.
Is hope or hopelessness worst?
The thing with feathers.
The starless night.
The gods.
Hell.
| |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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.
| I live as long as the possibility of your love.
When that is gone I will have no reason.
I will have to deny myself all hope.
That will be less painful for me.
Then there is only one question.
Is hope or hopelessness worst?
The thing with feathers.
The starless night.
The gods.
Hell.
| |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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. | I live as long as the possibility of your love.
When that is gone I will have no reason.
I will have to deny myself all hope.
That will be less painful for me.
Then there is only one question.
Is hope or hopelessness worst?
The thing with feathers.
The starless night.
The gods.
Hell.
| |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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. | Grief is a hard mountain to climb when you're young.
I used to go to see my grandfather regularly.
He lost the battle against terminal lung cancer.
He used to tell me old stories.
Of his days in the navy.
The places he had been.
The people he met.
Now he's gone.
I mourn.
Grief.
| |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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 | Grief is a hard mountain to climb when you're young.
I used to go to see my grandfather regularly.
He lost the battle against terminal lung cancer.
He used to tell me old stories.
Of his days in the navy.
The places he had been.
The people he met.
Now he's gone.
I mourn.
Grief.
| |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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* | Grief is a hard mountain to climb when you're young.
I used to go to see my grandfather regularly.
He lost the battle against terminal lung cancer.
He used to tell me old stories.
Of his days in the navy.
The places he had been.
The people he met.
Now he's gone.
I mourn.
Grief.
| |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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.
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Buffalo buffalo buffalo.
Buffalo buffalo.
Buffalo.
| Grief is a hard mountain to climb when you're young.
I used to go to see my grandfather regularly.
He lost the battle against terminal lung cancer.
He used to tell me old stories.
Of his days in the navy.
The places he had been.
The people he met.
Now he's gone.
I mourn.
Grief.
| |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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 | Grief is a hard mountain to climb when you're young.
I used to go to see my grandfather regularly.
He lost the battle against terminal lung cancer.
He used to tell me old stories.
Of his days in the navy.
The places he had been.
The people he met.
Now he's gone.
I mourn.
Grief.
| |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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. | Grief is a hard mountain to climb when you're young.
I used to go to see my grandfather regularly.
He lost the battle against terminal lung cancer.
He used to tell me old stories.
Of his days in the navy.
The places he had been.
The people he met.
Now he's gone.
I mourn.
Grief.
| |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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. | Grief is a hard mountain to climb when you're young.
I used to go to see my grandfather regularly.
He lost the battle against terminal lung cancer.
He used to tell me old stories.
Of his days in the navy.
The places he had been.
The people he met.
Now he's gone.
I mourn.
Grief.
| |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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.
| Grief is a hard mountain to climb when you're young.
I used to go to see my grandfather regularly.
He lost the battle against terminal lung cancer.
He used to tell me old stories.
Of his days in the navy.
The places he had been.
The people he met.
Now he's gone.
I mourn.
Grief.
| |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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. | Grief is a hard mountain to climb when you're young.
I used to go to see my grandfather regularly.
He lost the battle against terminal lung cancer.
He used to tell me old stories.
Of his days in the navy.
The places he had been.
The people he met.
Now he's gone.
I mourn.
Grief.
| |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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 isn't too much time left now that I look.
I can already feel the light fading away now.
My body shakes and my hands sweat uncontrollably.
This is how people will remember me.
My heart races in my chest.
Early 2000s internet is forever.
I can't die forgotten.
The comments section.
Click Submit.
"FIRST!" | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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 isn't too much time left now that I look.
I can already feel the light fading away now.
My body shakes and my hands sweat uncontrollably.
This is how people will remember me.
My heart races in my chest.
Early 2000s internet is forever.
I can't die forgotten.
The comments section.
Click Submit.
"FIRST!" | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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 isn't too much time left now that I look.
I can already feel the light fading away now.
My body shakes and my hands sweat uncontrollably.
This is how people will remember me.
My heart races in my chest.
Early 2000s internet is forever.
I can't die forgotten.
The comments section.
Click Submit.
"FIRST!" | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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.
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Buffalo buffalo.
Buffalo.
| There isn't too much time left now that I look.
I can already feel the light fading away now.
My body shakes and my hands sweat uncontrollably.
This is how people will remember me.
My heart races in my chest.
Early 2000s internet is forever.
I can't die forgotten.
The comments section.
Click Submit.
"FIRST!" | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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 isn't too much time left now that I look.
I can already feel the light fading away now.
My body shakes and my hands sweat uncontrollably.
This is how people will remember me.
My heart races in my chest.
Early 2000s internet is forever.
I can't die forgotten.
The comments section.
Click Submit.
"FIRST!" | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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 isn't too much time left now that I look.
I can already feel the light fading away now.
My body shakes and my hands sweat uncontrollably.
This is how people will remember me.
My heart races in my chest.
Early 2000s internet is forever.
I can't die forgotten.
The comments section.
Click Submit.
"FIRST!" | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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 isn't too much time left now that I look.
I can already feel the light fading away now.
My body shakes and my hands sweat uncontrollably.
This is how people will remember me.
My heart races in my chest.
Early 2000s internet is forever.
I can't die forgotten.
The comments section.
Click Submit.
"FIRST!" | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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 isn't too much time left now that I look.
I can already feel the light fading away now.
My body shakes and my hands sweat uncontrollably.
This is how people will remember me.
My heart races in my chest.
Early 2000s internet is forever.
I can't die forgotten.
The comments section.
Click Submit.
"FIRST!" | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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. | “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.
| |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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 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! | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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 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. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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 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. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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 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. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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 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. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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 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. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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 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. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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 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. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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 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. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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 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. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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. | 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. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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.
| 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. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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. | 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. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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 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. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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 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. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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 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. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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." | 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. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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. | 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. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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. | 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. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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”.
| 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. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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. | 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. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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.
| 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. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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 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. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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 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. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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 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. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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 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. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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 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. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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 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. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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 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. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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 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. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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 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. |
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