I bet you could get it down to fifty with some cutting.
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I bet you could get it down to fifty with some cutting.
Elizabeth stared at Jimmy as if she could not see him, and walked away.
Jimmy wished he could be a fly on the wall of her brain; witness her thoughts, her motivations, see through her eyes.
Jimmy did not want to control her, but observe her from the inside out.
(Aha! Fifty words exactly. This is fun!)
The miracle drifted gently downwards, beautifully shaped. A little boy in red wellingtons and a yellow mac tried to catch it- it escaped. Eventually it landed on the sidewalk to disapeare for ever under a trampling of busy feet. Nobody but the little ever noticed it.
we can expand our imagination through this sentence，
just add my own dreams to the sentence and make a story my own!
;)
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Originally Posted by mono
I went to see a man today; they said he is wise.
He told me of all things, and we discoursed until dawn.
It came time to retire, and I said come with me, lead others to truth.
He said no I cannot.
Without courage wisdom bears no fruit.
He wasn't so wise.
hm just over.
The gray sky hung heavy with the threat of rain. There would be no rain, but the threat, of course, would remain. He continued to the crossroads, taking a left, not a right, and rolled instead into something unexpected -- Sunday morning.
In Paris you smoked cigarrettes with the artists. They wore berets; you didn't. You danced with the locals. Swing. You prayed with the sinners, and you bathed with the gods.
But you ate alone.
Georgina kissed her fathers cheek as she let go of his old hand and laid her head on his chest as he hugged her. The slow drumming of his heart brought comfort to her as she had almost lost him once due to that same heart.
It was December and the snow was covered with blood. It was all I could do to keep any resemblance of balance. What world had I entered; the world of the sick and diseased? What was happening to me. This I will never know, for the best kept secrets are those kept from oneself.
I broke the routine and came in late one night, and I saw that she had been drinking. It was an accident. She wailed at me with desperation in her voice that only a drunk can so well achieve.
You presume I'll always be here waiting.
I've brought you dinner.
The fireflies lit up the night. She sat there on the wet grass, smiling to herself. A passerby would have thought that she was dead and would have called the authorities. She wasn’t dead. She was lost inside herself looking for an answer that wouldn’t come because it was in the past and she was here- looking for it.
That wasn't over 50... was it?
I met him online. How pathetic does that sound? But this was different. We met and I loved every thing about him. The way his mouth moved, the way he stroked the top of my ear, the way he kissed me. I love him.
The cat stepped into the street, thinking. Things had changed so much since the last time she was here 5000 years ago. He still remembered the last time when Boy took him to the Nile River. While coming home, he was drowned in the deep river, never to be seen again. Now, he was back, and ready for revenge.
Amjad was a wood cutter. He was a honest man. One day he accidently dropped his hammer into the sea. An angel came and went into the sea to find Amjad's hammer. Atlast he found it and another hammer of gold too. He gave both of the hammers to Amjad because he was honest. After that Amjad lived happily with his hammers...
All of you have done a good job. Yours is very good samecury.
Rachy's story is very funny...lol.