I like this one, Sui.



Bedtime comes too fast.


The queen got sick - really sick.

Why kill yourself? Living is fun!

Thank you, O Maid of Diary.

Thanks!

Haha, neither have I. Thanks, I was just wondering. It sounded kind of like one...

Thank you!

Sweetness.



Good work!

Clocks were made to be broken.

The closet was full of skeletons.

"Happy Halloween", read the mysterious gift.

Clowns were everywhere, all bearing knives.

"They're taking the hobbits to Isengard!" (Look it up on YouTube. )

Fire was everywhere. We were doomed.

Oo...that line would go wonderfully with a novel I intend to write in the far future...



I like this one, Crush. Very intriguing.

*doesn't have time to comment on all the Hemingways but thinks they're all *

Twin! Your inspiration returneth!

*is intrigued*

I love the way Legolas says that

Clowns with knives? Sounds like one of those old B&W movies where someone's having a dream, and it's all kind of vague and shadowy. Sounds scary

You're hemmingways are all awesome, everyone! Keep up the good work!

Into the mirror, alien staring back.

Today: the day rabbits run free.

Books can keep you in suspense.

When the world dies, what next?

Helium plus breathe in equals hilarious!

Where did my chocolate bunny go?

Why's he crying? There's nothing wrong.

This is life, don't miss it. (Francesca Battistelli song)

Breathe before your breath runs out. (Francesca Battistelli song)

Spare the rod, spoil the child.

The Internet won't let me sleep!
(This one's true, by the way)
Oops, there's another Hemingway!

Love at first sight? Not true.

The clock struck the 25th hour.

I love a good dragon stew!

But this stew bad for journeys.

Red was the village's bad color.
(Virtual cookie to anyone who knows where that came from )

Washed in Jordan River: leprosy gone.

That's all for tonight! Good night!

Thanks.



Yayness! More good Hemingways!

That was when the light came.

Who killed him? Did anyone care?

Thunder rolled. And so did heads.

I killed him. Or did I?

A victimless crime. Or was it?

Just a few.

I like this one.

*cracks knuckles*

A ploy left our rear vulnerable.

Two enemies crept into our camp.

We lost our stronghold; we scattered.

Floreí fell, the end of perfection.

Thanks. Yours are good, too.

Now...

Light-speed is just too slow.

Victory tasted a lot like defeat.

I mused. Then it hit me (*cough* *gasp* *choke* ).

Mysterious screams. At night. My specialty.

The town was consumed with iniquity.

Woohoo!

One more before bed.

The black hole was our escape.

Ooh, I like it.

And a few more from me:

The wolves howled. Death crept close.

A shadow crept across the room.

A face peered in the window.

Epic.
Great ones, Azyln!

Now...

Warning: May Explode Under Pressure. Oops.

Caution: Plants Bite. Have A G'Day.

Attention: Don't Feed the Sharks. Thanks.

The hero gave everything...For nothing?

Lunch. With a serial killer. Delightful.

Ah, strobe. How I love thee (*cough* Flashaholic alert *cough*).

Well, there's a few. Nothing spectacular, but perhaps I'll be able to post a few more before the night is out.

*is following orders...*

Following orders was what killed him.

He was a prisoner of himself.

Her sweet smile shattered his prison.

They'd never met; friend and enemy.

That second one is intriguing, twinnie.

*must write more of these*

Hibernation led to the humans downfall.

A pickaxe was my only weapon.

Darkness consumed more than our lantern.

A beast tracked me through labyrinths.

A final duel. We both lost.

Excellent.

Sweet.

And, yes, you must.

A note: "We poisoned the punch."

Behind the mask, there she was.

The old theater was supposedly haunted.

Birthday parties just got very deadly.

My friends all wanted me dead.

Eh, a few. Better than nothing.

That first one is excellent, Joel.

"Whatever happened to--?" *bang* "Never mind."

Our guide led us to cannibals.

Our last chance for survival: flashlights. ( )

The end of the rope. Falling.

Not too good.

Not too good?! Those are EXCELLENT!

I WILL STROBE THEM TO DEATH!!! (A reference to me fighting off dragons. Me and Mark talking. Look it up. Chat log.)

Push the button, and everyone dies.

I had to regain the airplane.

Blam! Blam! Blam! KABOOM! Mission accomplished.

She was their ticket to amnesty.

The kidnappers' demands were bad news.

I only needed one good shot.

HEMINGWAY EPICNESS GALORE!!! We must do this more often.

To survive, stay awake until dawn.

That one could have a million meanings, Jonathan.

Very nice, everyone! So many new hemingways since I last checked! Anyway, here's a few of mine.

She was his only living hope.

I am hunted by something ruthless.

Two people. One dead, one dying.

On her deathbed, one word: goodbye.

Happiness could never be found. Ever.

This made me think of zombies for some reason...

Great ones, Azyln.

Now...

The bridge was about to snap (Have I done that one before? ).

Itsy-bitsy spiders just got bigger.

My enemies: evil, weapon-wielding gnomes.

Cats. Everywhere. What did they want?

Always carry multiple flashlights. They're handy.

The sacrifice was about to occur.

Alas! Would that I had more. But here are a few. And hopefully someone else will soon post, giving me an occasion to post more...

The clock struck, one last time.

That's an awesome one, Riniel!

Robots. They are just a machine.

The magical knife wasn't very magical.

Race car backwards spells race car.

The book opened, revealing terrible lies.

A finger stirred his uncertain brain.

Cowboy versus Spaceman; old versus new.

'Twas a little lightbulb that blinks!

The vermin stole all the food.

Finally, the forgotten toys felt loved.

Time was ticking. None stopping it.

His unserious threats were completely serious.

The man killed himself. Bad mistake.

eru

Awesome! Story idea maybe?

Everyone's Hemingways are so awesome! Y'all are doing great work, keep it up!

Thank you, Aniese. It's sort of based on a vague story idea I have.

Reminds me sort of of the Hunger Games

eru

Yes, it does Eru.

I relived the past: correctly, now.

Jonathan... you post one and it blows more than 3/4 of the other Hemmingways out of the water...

Nice. And:


Good one!

Was the treasure worth its price?

The virus killed everyone. Excepts me.

I was the last hope? Me?

The murder weapon: a clown costume.

Knock, knock. Who's there? Death. De...*

Smiling, the snake further enchanted her.

OR...

The snake smiled, enchanting his victim.

Something like that. Back to Hemingways ( )!

Cookie. Cookie tasty. This cookie kills.

My anger burned. Time to kill.

* You get the picture.

I don't need more nightmare material.

*repeats to MacGyver what he said to Jonathan*

*wonders if Jon and Luke will end up battling it out in the quest for the ultimate non-Hemingway Hemingway...*

I think Philly's president's daughter one is pretty high on the awesome scale.

It is.

Yeah, that's my favorite.

...this sentence is a loop because...

That is so uniquely awesome!

What a way to leave us hanging!

Freedom is so hard to reach.

Kinda goes with the idea for my NaNo novel.

Isn't it infuriating? You just NEED resolution and that sentence will never give it to you.

...wake up, work, eat, write, sleep...

I managed to summarize my entire week in six words. (Repeat seven times or until insanity sets in.)

Thank you, Suiauthon.

*sighs enviously* *wishes could put her week in six words...*

He knew he shouldn't. He did.

The probing needle became an assassin.

eru

Intriguing.

The yellow dwarf brought great tragedy.
(this is from a fairy tale I read once)

I slipped poison into the cup.

The bard was actually a magician.

The car careened in slow motion.

She couldn't help but be shocked.