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Sentence story!
Sentence story!
I saw one of these a while ago, but it kinda got ruined by a chameleon. Don't ask. I wanted to start another one, so....
Here is the first sentence....
I leaned out on the prow of the boat, resting my hands on the engraved dragon's head, and stared out at the sun sinking beneath the horizon.
Each post can only be one sentence, and you can't double post.
submitted by Sarah
(January 17, 2015 - 12:30 am)
(January 17, 2015 - 12:30 am)
I was told that we would leave with the tide, but doesn't everyone know how dangerous night sailing is?
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Also, Sarah, this kind of thing is also called an RR (short for Round Robin).
(January 17, 2015 - 10:37 am)
"Lilian! The Captain wants to see you!" Lysander called.
(January 18, 2015 - 5:52 pm)
I jumped slightly at the sudden sound of my name, and somehow manage to trip myself, fault of an odd shaped object on deck.
(January 18, 2015 - 6:21 pm)
I hastily picked up the object that I had tripped on and stuffed it into my pocket.
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P.S., thank you thank you for starting a new story! The one I made definitely got messed up.
(January 18, 2015 - 9:21 pm)
Lysander grinned, shaking his head.
(January 19, 2015 - 7:15 am)
I hurry below decks with no accidents and meeting up with nobody until I reach the captain's cabin.
(January 19, 2015 - 6:00 pm)
I paused a little nervously at the threshold, for the Captain was stalking angrily up and down the room, muttering "maledictions not loud but deep" about the imbecility of his crew.
(January 19, 2015 - 9:39 pm)
The Captain's chest heaves under his light gray shirt, his grey hair threatens to turn white any second.
(January 20, 2015 - 5:57 pm)
I meant to do this:
i slowly push push open my distant uncle's door, he turns around to meet me with his storming eyes, the color of a restless ocean.
(January 21, 2015 - 7:10 am)
"Lillian," the captain says.
"Yes?' I ask.
"Is there something you wish to tell me?' he asks.
"No," I lie. I can't tell him I am a mermaid. I just can't.
(January 21, 2015 - 1:16 pm)
My uncle's face is no longer red, his eyes settle into gentle waves, profound and gentle.
(January 21, 2015 - 1:47 pm)
"Very well then. You are dismissed," he tells me, though there is a hint of disbelief in his powerful voice.
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P.S. Clyde says acry. A cry? Where?
(January 21, 2015 - 7:00 pm)
Oops! I keep making mistakes! I meant calm waves. Not gentle twice!
(January 21, 2015 - 7:15 pm)
As I turn to go, relief washes over me like a warm waterfall.
(January 21, 2015 - 8:20 pm)
I walk out and find the deck abandoned. Everybody else is asleep. I look around to make sure no one is watching and I dive into the water. My legs form together and grow scales. I love being a mermaiden.
(January 22, 2015 - 3:55 pm)