Write the first 250 words of a short story, but write them in ONE SENTENCE. Make sure that the sentence is grammatically correct and punctuated correctly. This exercise is intended to increase your powers in sentence writing.
On the walls he drew beautiful things. He drew self contained fires, huge animals that people could control by pulling and objects that would be able to send us into the sky. He told of great stories too, of him and the woman he found whom he was in love with. How after much pain, she created a smaller animal that resembled him whom which he hoped would grow even further. It cried and when it did, she would throw it over her shoulder or give him her breast and it would silence. Everything was all so fascinating. Soon he said, although would hunt some more, but eventually, he would find these small things that he found next to the grass and in fruits and put it under the ground. There he had hoped that they would grow so he could settle down with his woman and the small animal that would eventually grow also. He called himself Wheel and although I couldn’t understand him all of the time, I knew that he was different. He was a creator and would soon change our world far past to capacity. It would be filled with easier ways to meet each other, instant food, stable shelter, and better weapons. His ideas always amused me and though I was sure they I’d never see them happen, I felt good knowing that there was such an imaginative mind to come up with all of these ideas. Though he disappeared long ago, his thoughts remained in me even to make me think of what it would be like if I invented something. I couldn’t think, but if I ever did, it would surely be named after him.
One sentence:
The future must have seemed so far away from the caveman
Saturday, August 28, 2010
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
Getaway
On the plane I remain edgy. I haven't vacationed in quite some time, and now was an especially bad time with me, seeing how we were closing a deal with a major company and my wife surprises me with these plane tickets to The Bahamas or The Caribbean, to be honest it all becomes one big blur after a while. When you're a man of my stature you grow tired of visiting such exotic places. After a while you realize that the veneer of such beautiful places has to come at a price and in the end that's all it was about. Me, I preferred being CEO to a technology company that I'd rather not name, but the point was, we were pretty well known around the world. With my brief case always in hand, I was a man of action known in my company for always being efficient and effective. But having my briefcase without using it served as somewhat different to me and overall disappointing`. Needless to say, I didn't want to be on this vacation.
My wife gives me a peck on the cheek and gets up she says she'll be back, and heads for the bathroom. I quickly check my phones emails, responding to one of my employees on advice he asked of me. I ask for the latest information that I could view on my smart phone and by the time I can look up from the phone, there's my wife, standing with hands-on-hips with that popular disapproving look that women tend to give to husbands, even if he didn't do anything wrong.
We don't talk for the last hour of the ride to The Bahamas (flight attendant clarified for me)and when we get to the hotel, I finally ask her what was wrong with what I did and why she gave me that look. She simply sat me on the bed and gave me a massage. As her fingers danced across my back, applying pressure, I realized this was one of the best massages I'd had in ages. "I just want you to relax, okay? Now Liam, I know you're a hard worker, but everybody's got to take a brake sometimes." She continued to relieve the tension in my shoulders. Then she arched her head around and gave me a kiss. Two. Three. As I held her, we continued kissing, and found ourselves lying down. We paused for a moment and she just looked at me and smiled.Her hazel eyes staring into mine, we shared a moment of silent intimacy. And then my phone vibrated on the nightstand.
A look. A stone cold look from her that clearly spoke against my thoughts. But I finally voiced myself against those once beautiful now deadly eyes. "You know I have to get that." I told her. She let one big regrettable sigh out, then got a few things, and left the hotel room, slamming the door. There was always time to make up with her, but this was crucial information. I picked up the phone and viewed the presentation from our Tech Company. It was horrible, an absolutely dreadful and sloppy presentation. I called one of the subordinates responsible for the presentation and preceded to lose my mind. For fifteen minutes I stayed pacing in my room calling the man I hardly knew or worked with everything I could fathom until eventually, I began leaving the hotel. I figured while I was on the phone, I might as well find my wife so I could get off of it and apologize to her. "My wife brought me here on surprise so I could relax for once, Dan. And as soon as I leave, I find that you're completely incapable of a simple task given to you." He pauses. "Well why are you on the phone with me?" Dan said in a voice with both criticism and an attempt at still sounding respectful. I sneered at his comment. "What was that Dan?" His voice raised a bit. "Shouldn't you be spending time with your wife wherever you are vacationing , with pay, mind you, while I sit and work my ass of, would you please mind Liam?" Walking out of the door, I covered my eyes and shook my head. "YOU REFER TO ME AS MR. JAMES WHEN YOU SPEAK TO ME DANIEL, MR. LIAM JAMES." Then after yelling I noticed two things. First of all, I had lost the call. Second of all, I was in a large cornfield, and when I turned to look at the hotel, it had disappeared.
"What the hell is going on?" I said, pushing my way past stalks of corn. I spoke to myself and only myself. I saw nobody around me. "Where the hell am I?" I said in a panicked voice as my feet began picking up and I began running through the stalks, pushing them all with force. I ran for quite some time, maybe a mile or so, before I got weak and decided that there was no way out of here by foot. So I sat down and from my briefcase that I always carried, I pulled out my laptop and checked for connection. Nothing. I pulled open my phone and tried to call somebody. Nothing. I tried my wife, Dan, even 911. Nobody was there. I found myself curled into a ball doing something I hadn't done in about 20 years. I was crying.
Waking up I found my blazer tucked under my head and that I had cried myself to sleep. I looked around to find myself still in the field. I used my cellphone as a flashlight and searched for signs of life. Nothing there once again, so I just laid down and looked at the stars. "God. I'm not in Heaven. I'm not even in Hell, it's like I'm in purgatory." I said staring at the stars. Next thing I know there's a whisper from each side of me.
"We can help"
"Yeah we can help you"
I looked left to right and to my surprise, I saw two boys I had known for a long time, lying down next to me staring at the stars as well. "Billy? Thompson? Is it really you?" They both nodded. These two where imaginary friends that I had conjured up when I was young and didn't have many friends. But now they where here, flesh and bone. They where here for me even as a hardened grumpy, aging , middle aged businessman. "What are you guys doing here?" They smiled. "We're here to make the best out of a bad situation!" Billy said. "We're going to play hide and seek." Thompson shouted out. And for the first time in a long time again, I felt another emotion I hadn't felt in a while: happiness. I only wish my wife was here. So before we went to play I picked up my laptop and wrote my wife one last letter. Then I got up and amongst the stars and the fireflies, played the greatest game of hide and go seek ever played.
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Mrs. James leaves the hotel after finding out her husband died of a heart attack in the doorway of the entrance. But this is not the only thing she finds. In a field of flowers, she swears she sees Liam James' laptop, and on it the document that reads:
I've loved you and have always loved you Babara. I wish you where here and I hope that you'll be okay.
My wife gives me a peck on the cheek and gets up she says she'll be back, and heads for the bathroom. I quickly check my phones emails, responding to one of my employees on advice he asked of me. I ask for the latest information that I could view on my smart phone and by the time I can look up from the phone, there's my wife, standing with hands-on-hips with that popular disapproving look that women tend to give to husbands, even if he didn't do anything wrong.
We don't talk for the last hour of the ride to The Bahamas (flight attendant clarified for me)and when we get to the hotel, I finally ask her what was wrong with what I did and why she gave me that look. She simply sat me on the bed and gave me a massage. As her fingers danced across my back, applying pressure, I realized this was one of the best massages I'd had in ages. "I just want you to relax, okay? Now Liam, I know you're a hard worker, but everybody's got to take a brake sometimes." She continued to relieve the tension in my shoulders. Then she arched her head around and gave me a kiss. Two. Three. As I held her, we continued kissing, and found ourselves lying down. We paused for a moment and she just looked at me and smiled.Her hazel eyes staring into mine, we shared a moment of silent intimacy. And then my phone vibrated on the nightstand.
A look. A stone cold look from her that clearly spoke against my thoughts. But I finally voiced myself against those once beautiful now deadly eyes. "You know I have to get that." I told her. She let one big regrettable sigh out, then got a few things, and left the hotel room, slamming the door. There was always time to make up with her, but this was crucial information. I picked up the phone and viewed the presentation from our Tech Company. It was horrible, an absolutely dreadful and sloppy presentation. I called one of the subordinates responsible for the presentation and preceded to lose my mind. For fifteen minutes I stayed pacing in my room calling the man I hardly knew or worked with everything I could fathom until eventually, I began leaving the hotel. I figured while I was on the phone, I might as well find my wife so I could get off of it and apologize to her. "My wife brought me here on surprise so I could relax for once, Dan. And as soon as I leave, I find that you're completely incapable of a simple task given to you." He pauses. "Well why are you on the phone with me?" Dan said in a voice with both criticism and an attempt at still sounding respectful. I sneered at his comment. "What was that Dan?" His voice raised a bit. "Shouldn't you be spending time with your wife wherever you are vacationing , with pay, mind you, while I sit and work my ass of, would you please mind Liam?" Walking out of the door, I covered my eyes and shook my head. "YOU REFER TO ME AS MR. JAMES WHEN YOU SPEAK TO ME DANIEL, MR. LIAM JAMES." Then after yelling I noticed two things. First of all, I had lost the call. Second of all, I was in a large cornfield, and when I turned to look at the hotel, it had disappeared.
"What the hell is going on?" I said, pushing my way past stalks of corn. I spoke to myself and only myself. I saw nobody around me. "Where the hell am I?" I said in a panicked voice as my feet began picking up and I began running through the stalks, pushing them all with force. I ran for quite some time, maybe a mile or so, before I got weak and decided that there was no way out of here by foot. So I sat down and from my briefcase that I always carried, I pulled out my laptop and checked for connection. Nothing. I pulled open my phone and tried to call somebody. Nothing. I tried my wife, Dan, even 911. Nobody was there. I found myself curled into a ball doing something I hadn't done in about 20 years. I was crying.
Waking up I found my blazer tucked under my head and that I had cried myself to sleep. I looked around to find myself still in the field. I used my cellphone as a flashlight and searched for signs of life. Nothing there once again, so I just laid down and looked at the stars. "God. I'm not in Heaven. I'm not even in Hell, it's like I'm in purgatory." I said staring at the stars. Next thing I know there's a whisper from each side of me.
"We can help"
"Yeah we can help you"
I looked left to right and to my surprise, I saw two boys I had known for a long time, lying down next to me staring at the stars as well. "Billy? Thompson? Is it really you?" They both nodded. These two where imaginary friends that I had conjured up when I was young and didn't have many friends. But now they where here, flesh and bone. They where here for me even as a hardened grumpy, aging , middle aged businessman. "What are you guys doing here?" They smiled. "We're here to make the best out of a bad situation!" Billy said. "We're going to play hide and seek." Thompson shouted out. And for the first time in a long time again, I felt another emotion I hadn't felt in a while: happiness. I only wish my wife was here. So before we went to play I picked up my laptop and wrote my wife one last letter. Then I got up and amongst the stars and the fireflies, played the greatest game of hide and go seek ever played.
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Mrs. James leaves the hotel after finding out her husband died of a heart attack in the doorway of the entrance. But this is not the only thing she finds. In a field of flowers, she swears she sees Liam James' laptop, and on it the document that reads:
I've loved you and have always loved you Babara. I wish you where here and I hope that you'll be okay.
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
I am so thirsty
I wake up in a scratchy and cheap carpet and multi colored walls- it was my room, but it felt so different.
And when I rubbed my eyes, I said to myself
"I am so thirsty"
I went downstairs and asked my mom if I could get something to drink. She smiles, opens her mouth and attempts to talk, but water comes pouring out of her throat. Gallons and gallons.
My jaw drops and my leg shakes a little before I saw "Dad, what's happened to mom?"
He just fixes his glasses and opens his mouth and water spews out of his mouth too.
I run out of my house, seeing puddles everywhere and lakes where the grass used to be.
People are conversing, making glugging sounds, I can't see how they're not drowning. Politicians argue, making streams run all the way down Capital Hill
It's beginning to get so bad, water comes out of every orifice of the bodies to the point of where they stopped being humans and started being channels.
The world once seventy percent water is at least ninety percent now.
This leads to me floating on a raft for the rest of my life, fishing with this rod I stole before the great flood.
Once in a while I get lucky and end up hooking a bag of chips or a shirt I could dry and wear, sometimes I even dive for necessities.
But one thing I never do is drink water.
I either drink soda or whatever I find or I salivate
I won't bring myself to drinking what destroyed my culture, my society, and my loved ones.
I miss my scratchy cheap carpet with my multi colored walls
I am so thirsty.
Monday, June 29, 2009
Every abrupt ending
Every abrupt ending has a begging
Cassandra, have you found me yet?
I was hiding in the lake when we played hide and seek and something pulled me under.
It was so calm and silent underneath that lake
Then
Crescendo!
There's a whole world under here, and its bliss, baby
I hope to see you soon, but I think not. I think I've fallen off the side of the earth
Here I stand, staring upon the sky- as water and algae and hydra's and water bears as the stars.
Cassandra, I'll always remember you
But I think I found my place somewhere in the mossy bottom of the stratosphere
I'm lifted lifted lifted…
I come out the pool gasping for breath; water comes pouring out of my throat
I'm floating on my back in a mossy pond, my eyes starting to adjust to the light.
"I found you!" Cassandra yells
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Weird Stories for Weird People
Standing at 5"8', Leonard was a man with a constant runny nose and bulging green eyes
Every day at 1:13, during lunch time, he would read the daily paper, take a sip of his coffee, spit it out and stand up, running around he yelled "THE END IS NIGH! THE END IS NEAR! IT'S APPROACHIIIING!!!!"
Nobody knew where he went after the whole act, but he was back to do it again every morning.
"Beautiful, just beautiful." Morris was 67 years old standing in front of a wall with a can of spray-paints. He was a graffiti artist who just wrote his name, but a bit more stylized.
He had only been caught twice buy when the police officers approached him and touched his shoulder, his eyes just grew big and he said "Rodger where am I? Rodger, why are you wearing that uniform? I just want to go home."
They took him home-thinking he was senile, worked everytime.
There's a man who puts quarters into meters for people past their time.
And a crossing guard who refers to all of the kids as her children.
A woman who clicks her heels everytime she's scared
And a man who bounces his leg whenever he sits down.
There's a kid that no one likes
And there's that girl that always fights
Black and blue she lost a tooth, but she's the winner of total resilience
Watching these people everywhere you go.
The sky is turning gray and thunder sparks the world alive
Leonard was right- the worlds approaching
Gravity tears and now we're all floating away
Friday, June 19, 2009
Accidents and Impotency
"What are we going to do?! Are you going to be a father or not?!" She said as all I could do was blankly stare, head in hands at anything other than her. I couldn't believe that this had happened on this night.
Only minutes ago were we having sex, I paid close attention to her faced, this dazed quivering-lipped looking look. I was on top and she didn't say a word. Not a thing, but she's yelling as soon as it's over.
"The condom's slipped! THE CONDOM HAS FUCKING SLIPPED!!!"
And this is where you guys came in.
But there are several things I should've known about this girl, but didn't, because well- to be honest, I just met her.
In a bar on some street, I saw her dancing and she asked me to take her home. To my home.
Which is why I'm sitting on the edge of the bed right now.
My whole body ached, especially below the waist and I began to grow nauseous.
"You're not listening." She said in a surprisingly calm angry voice. "Why aren't you listening to me."
My world spun a bit. I had only known this girl for one night and I thought of us together. Raising kids. Fuck, even paying taxes with each other.
"Please… just be quiet for a minute." I said, trying to sort things out.
Her eyes almost went evilly black when she said "I have you're number. I'm going to leave and call back when I get the results of the pregnancy test. And If you don't want your baby in your life, that's fine by me." She said tearing up and running out of my apartment, to the elevator.
I analyzed the situation.
What I knew anyway.
What I didn't know is that she smiled as soon as she got outside.
I didn't know that she taught herself how to constrict the muscles in her vagina to slowly pull the condom off, inside of her.
I didn't know at home, she had a pink and a blue room, one for each potential child she wanted to have. She sat next to the cribs every nights and smiled, pretending to tuck them in.
If I would've walked towards the windowsill, I would've seen her talking to her belly, saying "Mommy's going to get you a daddy, baby. Don't worry about it."
She was insane. A predator who did this every night to unsuspecting men like me.
She denies anything wrong with her, after so many attempts and fails at pregnancy
What this girl didn't know was that she was infertile.
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Air and sky
Up up and away!
You and me
Happiness
Finally
Gravity
Cheers and shouts
Screams and smiles
I always knew we'd make it out okay
I think I want to change the world
But holding your hand is a better thought for now
Forever
You and I
Together!
Burst burst burst
Swing crush fly dance die happy
You and me
Happiness
Finally
Gravity
Cheers and shouts
Screams and smiles
I always knew we'd make it out okay
I think I want to change the world
But holding your hand is a better thought for now
Forever
You and I
Together!
Burst burst burst
Swing crush fly dance die happy
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