Here's an interesting site: onesentence.org. The guy who runs it chooses the most interesting sentences that people submit to publish. I think he's eventually going to put them together in a book, which is an idea I wish I'd had. I submitted a few sentences but none of mine got chosen, so I'm going to publish them here instead. So there.
I should note that these may draw from an aspect of my real life but are not necessarily true to life.
I should note that these may draw from an aspect of my real life but are not necessarily true to life.
In his own language my parrot screamed, "I am so glad to see you!" and in my own language I screamed back, "Shut up!"
No matter how many times I hit refresh, he didn't write back.
Just when I'd given up hope, I started bleeding.
I miss the afternoons when I would run home from school, climb the tallest tree in the back yard, and sit for hours in my favorite fork, being alone and wild.
Tousled and hot from her nightmare, she reached for the cup of water and murmured, "sank you, Ma-ma," making my throat clench up.
He thought it was cute when I got a nose ring and took up smoking, but he still preferred the girl in his punk band.
I was about ten when I realized that despite my daydreams, I'd never survive in the wild.
After I had a baby, I didn't love my body any more, so by way of apology I fed it chocolate.
If I die tomorrow, I will profoundly regret having spent today glued to a chair.
"Twenty years from now," he said as he held me, our hips pressed together in the cold October dusk, "I'm going to think, "Man, I wish I was back in that graveyard."
I wanted to live a short, intense, breathlessly vivid life, but instead I got glasses, read books and lived a long, indoor, safe one.
His nose was running and I felt the cool moisture trail across my cheek as he fervently kissed me, but nothing about him could disgust me, and that's when I realized that I loved him.
Reading my childhood journals just makes me sad because I had so much promise.
At Thanksgiving I gave thanks for good health and my family smiled, because they didn't know.
I thought I might be the boy-next-door's MILF, but instead he ignored me, just the way boys like him did back in high school.
No matter how many times I hit refresh, he didn't write back.
Just when I'd given up hope, I started bleeding.
I miss the afternoons when I would run home from school, climb the tallest tree in the back yard, and sit for hours in my favorite fork, being alone and wild.
Tousled and hot from her nightmare, she reached for the cup of water and murmured, "sank you, Ma-ma," making my throat clench up.
He thought it was cute when I got a nose ring and took up smoking, but he still preferred the girl in his punk band.
I was about ten when I realized that despite my daydreams, I'd never survive in the wild.
After I had a baby, I didn't love my body any more, so by way of apology I fed it chocolate.
If I die tomorrow, I will profoundly regret having spent today glued to a chair.
"Twenty years from now," he said as he held me, our hips pressed together in the cold October dusk, "I'm going to think, "Man, I wish I was back in that graveyard."
I wanted to live a short, intense, breathlessly vivid life, but instead I got glasses, read books and lived a long, indoor, safe one.
His nose was running and I felt the cool moisture trail across my cheek as he fervently kissed me, but nothing about him could disgust me, and that's when I realized that I loved him.
Reading my childhood journals just makes me sad because I had so much promise.
At Thanksgiving I gave thanks for good health and my family smiled, because they didn't know.
I thought I might be the boy-next-door's MILF, but instead he ignored me, just the way boys like him did back in high school.
