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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 | 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. | 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 | 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.
| 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 | 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. | 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'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 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 | 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 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 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 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 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." | 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 | 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. | 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 | 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. | 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 | 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”.
| 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 | 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. | 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 | 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.
| 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 | 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. | 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. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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 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. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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 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. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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 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. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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. | 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. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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 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. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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 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. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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 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. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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 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. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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.
| 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. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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. | 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. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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 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. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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 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. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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 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. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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 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. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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 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. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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 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. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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 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. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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 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. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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 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. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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 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 | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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 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 | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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 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 | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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 don't see how anyone can make decisions like this.
I mean, there are thousands of lives at stake.
How can these people want to do this?
Why did it have to be me?
I have to make a choice.
I hope I choose right.
Alright, here we go.
"Send the airstrike".
Here's war.
Shit... | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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 don't see how anyone can make decisions like this.
I mean, there are thousands of lives at stake.
How can these people want to do this?
Why did it have to be me?
I have to make a choice.
I hope I choose right.
Alright, here we go.
"Send the airstrike".
Here's war.
Shit... | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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 don't see how anyone can make decisions like this.
I mean, there are thousands of lives at stake.
How can these people want to do this?
Why did it have to be me?
I have to make a choice.
I hope I choose right.
Alright, here we go.
"Send the airstrike".
Here's war.
Shit... | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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 don't see how anyone can make decisions like this.
I mean, there are thousands of lives at stake.
How can these people want to do this?
Why did it have to be me?
I have to make a choice.
I hope I choose right.
Alright, here we go.
"Send the airstrike".
Here's war.
Shit... | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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 don't see how anyone can make decisions like this.
I mean, there are thousands of lives at stake.
How can these people want to do this?
Why did it have to be me?
I have to make a choice.
I hope I choose right.
Alright, here we go.
"Send the airstrike".
Here's war.
Shit... | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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 don't see how anyone can make decisions like this.
I mean, there are thousands of lives at stake.
How can these people want to do this?
Why did it have to be me?
I have to make a choice.
I hope I choose right.
Alright, here we go.
"Send the airstrike".
Here's war.
Shit... | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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 don't see how anyone can make decisions like this.
I mean, there are thousands of lives at stake.
How can these people want to do this?
Why did it have to be me?
I have to make a choice.
I hope I choose right.
Alright, here we go.
"Send the airstrike".
Here's war.
Shit... | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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 looked down at the open air below, questioning.
"Is this really what I want to do?"
A few moments passed, his resolve weakened.
He looked down, and cried deeply.
"Can I take much more?"
He asked himself sadly.
He stepped forward.
Falling freely.
"Goodbye." | I don't see how anyone can make decisions like this.
I mean, there are thousands of lives at stake.
How can these people want to do this?
Why did it have to be me?
I have to make a choice.
I hope I choose right.
Alright, here we go.
"Send the airstrike".
Here's war.
Shit... | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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 couldn't believe just how hard it was to say.
*"I always knew that you would end my life."*
*"What do you mean --- I don't get it?"*
*"I really didn't expect that you would."*
Her eyes began to well up.
*"You're starting to scare me."*
My voice began quivering.
*"I'm so sorry."*
*"No wait--.*
*"Goodbye."* | I don't see how anyone can make decisions like this.
I mean, there are thousands of lives at stake.
How can these people want to do this?
Why did it have to be me?
I have to make a choice.
I hope I choose right.
Alright, here we go.
"Send the airstrike".
Here's war.
Shit... | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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. | I don't see how anyone can make decisions like this.
I mean, there are thousands of lives at stake.
How can these people want to do this?
Why did it have to be me?
I have to make a choice.
I hope I choose right.
Alright, here we go.
"Send the airstrike".
Here's war.
Shit... | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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.
| I don't see how anyone can make decisions like this.
I mean, there are thousands of lives at stake.
How can these people want to do this?
Why did it have to be me?
I have to make a choice.
I hope I choose right.
Alright, here we go.
"Send the airstrike".
Here's war.
Shit... | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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. | I don't see how anyone can make decisions like this.
I mean, there are thousands of lives at stake.
How can these people want to do this?
Why did it have to be me?
I have to make a choice.
I hope I choose right.
Alright, here we go.
"Send the airstrike".
Here's war.
Shit... | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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 don't see how anyone can make decisions like this.
I mean, there are thousands of lives at stake.
How can these people want to do this?
Why did it have to be me?
I have to make a choice.
I hope I choose right.
Alright, here we go.
"Send the airstrike".
Here's war.
Shit... | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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 don't see how anyone can make decisions like this.
I mean, there are thousands of lives at stake.
How can these people want to do this?
Why did it have to be me?
I have to make a choice.
I hope I choose right.
Alright, here we go.
"Send the airstrike".
Here's war.
Shit... | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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 very air hung heavy with the weight of anticipation.
The sun gleamed off of the white, hot metal.
A sudden, bright flash erupted from the earth.
An excited buzz swept through the crowd.
Deafening silence heralded the deafening roar.
A pillar of fire rose.
It climbed into heaven.
The crowd rose.
They waved.
Farewell.
| I don't see how anyone can make decisions like this.
I mean, there are thousands of lives at stake.
How can these people want to do this?
Why did it have to be me?
I have to make a choice.
I hope I choose right.
Alright, here we go.
"Send the airstrike".
Here's war.
Shit... | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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 what you said leaving the house that night.
We had fought earlier -- apparently I worried too much.
"I'll be fine," you said; "worry about yourself."
*Fine, but don't come crying to me.*
Later I heard about the accident.
Drunk driver on West Ave.
You still haven't recovered.
Ellie, I'm sorry.
I'm worried.
Please... | I don't see how anyone can make decisions like this.
I mean, there are thousands of lives at stake.
How can these people want to do this?
Why did it have to be me?
I have to make a choice.
I hope I choose right.
Alright, here we go.
"Send the airstrike".
Here's war.
Shit... | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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 don't see how anyone can make decisions like this.
I mean, there are thousands of lives at stake.
How can these people want to do this?
Why did it have to be me?
I have to make a choice.
I hope I choose right.
Alright, here we go.
"Send the airstrike".
Here's war.
Shit... | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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." | I don't see how anyone can make decisions like this.
I mean, there are thousands of lives at stake.
How can these people want to do this?
Why did it have to be me?
I have to make a choice.
I hope I choose right.
Alright, here we go.
"Send the airstrike".
Here's war.
Shit... | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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. | I don't see how anyone can make decisions like this.
I mean, there are thousands of lives at stake.
How can these people want to do this?
Why did it have to be me?
I have to make a choice.
I hope I choose right.
Alright, here we go.
"Send the airstrike".
Here's war.
Shit... | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | She looks behind her like a wary forest animal. Something is watching her, but she does not see. A shudder, and then she quickens her pace. Probably her imagination playing tricks on her. Her heart is thumping loudly now. One more glance behind her. Was that a figure?
"Is someone there?"
A reply. "Hello." | I don't see how anyone can make decisions like this.
I mean, there are thousands of lives at stake.
How can these people want to do this?
Why did it have to be me?
I have to make a choice.
I hope I choose right.
Alright, here we go.
"Send the airstrike".
Here's war.
Shit... | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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. | I don't see how anyone can make decisions like this.
I mean, there are thousands of lives at stake.
How can these people want to do this?
Why did it have to be me?
I have to make a choice.
I hope I choose right.
Alright, here we go.
"Send the airstrike".
Here's war.
Shit... | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | In the car on the way home from the hospital. Half your life in half an hour - infant eternities.
On the bus on your way to school. Your life blurs past outside the window.
On the train, commuting to work. Days like hours were, once.
Flying to visit grandchildren. Teenagers born yesterday.
Final car. Hearse. | I don't see how anyone can make decisions like this.
I mean, there are thousands of lives at stake.
How can these people want to do this?
Why did it have to be me?
I have to make a choice.
I hope I choose right.
Alright, here we go.
"Send the airstrike".
Here's war.
Shit... | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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”.
| I don't see how anyone can make decisions like this.
I mean, there are thousands of lives at stake.
How can these people want to do this?
Why did it have to be me?
I have to make a choice.
I hope I choose right.
Alright, here we go.
"Send the airstrike".
Here's war.
Shit... | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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. | I don't see how anyone can make decisions like this.
I mean, there are thousands of lives at stake.
How can these people want to do this?
Why did it have to be me?
I have to make a choice.
I hope I choose right.
Alright, here we go.
"Send the airstrike".
Here's war.
Shit... | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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.
| I don't see how anyone can make decisions like this.
I mean, there are thousands of lives at stake.
How can these people want to do this?
Why did it have to be me?
I have to make a choice.
I hope I choose right.
Alright, here we go.
"Send the airstrike".
Here's war.
Shit... | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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.
| 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. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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 | 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. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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.
| 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. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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.
| 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. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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. | 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. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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. | 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. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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.
| 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. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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. | 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. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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 | 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. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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.
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Buffalo.
| 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* | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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 | 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* | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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. | 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* | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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.
| 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* | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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. | Buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo.
Buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo.
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Buffalo.
| |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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.
| 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.
| |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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. | 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 | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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'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. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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'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. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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'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. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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'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. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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'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. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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'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. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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 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.
| |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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 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.
| |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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 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.
| |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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 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.
| |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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 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.
| |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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 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.
| |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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.
| 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. | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. 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. | He looked down at the open air below, questioning.
"Is this really what I want to do?"
A few moments passed, his resolve weakened.
He looked down, and cried deeply.
"Can I take much more?"
He asked himself sadly.
He stepped forward.
Falling freely.
"Goodbye." | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | 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.
| He looked down at the open air below, questioning.
"Is this really what I want to do?"
A few moments passed, his resolve weakened.
He looked down, and cried deeply.
"Can I take much more?"
He asked himself sadly.
He stepped forward.
Falling freely.
"Goodbye." | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | The 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. | He looked down at the open air below, questioning.
"Is this really what I want to do?"
A few moments passed, his resolve weakened.
He looked down, and cried deeply.
"Can I take much more?"
He asked himself sadly.
He stepped forward.
Falling freely.
"Goodbye." | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | I'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.
| He looked down at the open air below, questioning.
"Is this really what I want to do?"
A few moments passed, his resolve weakened.
He looked down, and cried deeply.
"Can I take much more?"
He asked himself sadly.
He stepped forward.
Falling freely.
"Goodbye." | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | 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. | He looked down at the open air below, questioning.
"Is this really what I want to do?"
A few moments passed, his resolve weakened.
He looked down, and cried deeply.
"Can I take much more?"
He asked himself sadly.
He stepped forward.
Falling freely.
"Goodbye." | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | The very air hung heavy with the weight of anticipation.
The sun gleamed off of the white, hot metal.
A sudden, bright flash erupted from the earth.
An excited buzz swept through the crowd.
Deafening silence heralded the deafening roar.
A pillar of fire rose.
It climbed into heaven.
The crowd rose.
They waved.
Farewell.
| He looked down at the open air below, questioning.
"Is this really what I want to do?"
A few moments passed, his resolve weakened.
He looked down, and cried deeply.
"Can I take much more?"
He asked himself sadly.
He stepped forward.
Falling freely.
"Goodbye." | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | I remember what you said leaving the house that night.
We had fought earlier -- apparently I worried too much.
"I'll be fine," you said; "worry about yourself."
*Fine, but don't come crying to me.*
Later I heard about the accident.
Drunk driver on West Ave.
You still haven't recovered.
Ellie, I'm sorry.
I'm worried.
Please... | He looked down at the open air below, questioning.
"Is this really what I want to do?"
A few moments passed, his resolve weakened.
He looked down, and cried deeply.
"Can I take much more?"
He asked himself sadly.
He stepped forward.
Falling freely.
"Goodbye." | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | oh 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 | He looked down at the open air below, questioning.
"Is this really what I want to do?"
A few moments passed, his resolve weakened.
He looked down, and cried deeply.
"Can I take much more?"
He asked himself sadly.
He stepped forward.
Falling freely.
"Goodbye." | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | I 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." | He looked down at the open air below, questioning.
"Is this really what I want to do?"
A few moments passed, his resolve weakened.
He looked down, and cried deeply.
"Can I take much more?"
He asked himself sadly.
He stepped forward.
Falling freely.
"Goodbye." | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | 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. | He looked down at the open air below, questioning.
"Is this really what I want to do?"
A few moments passed, his resolve weakened.
He looked down, and cried deeply.
"Can I take much more?"
He asked himself sadly.
He stepped forward.
Falling freely.
"Goodbye." | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | She looks behind her like a wary forest animal. Something is watching her, but she does not see. A shudder, and then she quickens her pace. Probably her imagination playing tricks on her. Her heart is thumping loudly now. One more glance behind her. Was that a figure?
"Is someone there?"
A reply. "Hello." | He looked down at the open air below, questioning.
"Is this really what I want to do?"
A few moments passed, his resolve weakened.
He looked down, and cried deeply.
"Can I take much more?"
He asked himself sadly.
He stepped forward.
Falling freely.
"Goodbye." |
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