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Can you make a sentence a story? (1 Viewer)

Wannabewriter

Senior Member
She came from nothing but built a real career for herself and tried to distance herself from her past, until she realised life wasn't all about money and went back to those who knew her best.
 

David K. Thomasson

Senior Member
The barrel slowly spun to a halt, clicking into place ominously, so he raised the cold barrel to his temple and slowly squeezed on the trigger until he could feel the tension.
The barrel cylinder slowly spun to a halt, clicking into place ominously, so he raised the cold barrel to his temple and slowly squeezed on the trigger until he could feel the tension.
 

Selorian

Patron
Empty and all but forgotten, the house stood defiant against the years, determined not to lose the memories held within.
 

TuesdayEve

Friends of WF
After funneling all her energy to reaching the summit, she glanced across the valley, still thinking of him beside her, and with a sigh, she knew, it was over.
 

piperofyork

Friends of WF
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With a wretched sob the creature clawed forward and wrenched itself into the ancient well’s tiny maw, fighting viciously for entry, disappearing by rasping, interminable finger-widths, until at last it was swallowed whole, leaving only red mud lipping the well and a muted deadening groan filling the roots of the trees and the underbellies of the stones, endlessly low and fading, until at last, at the deepest point of night, it melded seamlessly with the watching maiden’s darkness.
 
The room was dimly lit. She closed the door behind her, as Mark began to undress her with his eyes. She turned foxily and began to strip, first her lace coverup, then her lace teddy bear bodysuit.
 
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