Week of Words

I was talking with Strumpet101 about a week back.  We were discussing how to get ourselves back into the habit of writing and she suggested writing a sentence a day.  Further discussion resulted in the creation of the Sentence Salon.  That's free for anyone to submit sentences.

The entire discussion lead to me keeping a word document for the project.  Every Friday I will give you all my sentences from the week, as well as some paragraphs from those I particularly enjoyed or felt inspired by.  To that end, I give you...  A WEEK OF SENTENCES!

March 13
The rain fell in sheets, pounding on the windows and roof of the house, as lightening slashed the sky.


March 14
“Were you just… crooning love songs to your salami sandwich?” Gen asked incredulously, her voice brimming with barely contained humor.

            “Oooooo salami, you are so tastey!  Salami, salami, deliciously in sandwiches and breads.  Mmm… salami, I love you, I love you, I love yooooooouuuuuu!”  With a twirl and a flourish, Francis knelt and cradled his sandwich to his chest.

            “Were you just… crooning love songs to your salami sandwich?” Gen asked incredulously, her voice brimming with barely contained humor.  Francis whirled around to stare at her, a deer caught in the headlights.

            “Uh… no, well, yes.  I was.”  Gen doubled over, laughing until tears rolled down her cheeks.


March 15
Light from spelunker’s headlamps refracted through the gigantic crystal formation before them, a breathtaking rainbow array in a cavern that had never seen natural light.


March 16
If you had to choose between going to Europe or Asia, you’d better be willing to live with your choice.


March 17
They say, when you die, your life flashes before your eyes.


            They say, when you die, your life flashes before your eyes.  It doesn’t.  And what they don’t tell you is that you realize you’re just a single drop of water in the ocean.  You can make any protestations of grandeur, wealth, and importance you want.  You can claim that people love you, will miss you, admired you, whatever.  But when it comes right down to it, you don’t mean a damn thing.  You never did.  That’s why death is the great equalizer.  Not because of some antiquated notion that you reach heaven or enlightenment.  It’s because you lose everything and become nothing.  It’s black, it’s cold, and it’s lifeless.  So, then, why am I here telling you this?


March 18
“If I were James Bond, I’d kick your ass and love your womens.”


March 19
When good bombs go bad, things have a tendency to explode.


If any of these inspire you, feel free to use them as story starts.  I also encourage everyone to submit to the Sentence Salon!