Very nice, Laura!
And here is a few of my own.

Always wanting what she cannot have.

Always reaching. Never touching. Always hoping.

A deadly sip of wine. Poison.

Those are good, too, Azlyn. And thank you!

The folks here are rocking at Hemingways.

I had to run. Run. RUN!

Angry natives. I hate the jungle.

Footsteps. Silence. Footsteps. Then he died.

I had to kill me. Somehow.

That made me think of 'Africa Screams'. Have you ever watched that movie?



Intriguing!

Good ones.

Haha, actually, yes, I think I have seen it...

Thank you!

Silly putty had saved the day.

"Confess, and die!" I already had.

The Eyes saw everything - and everyone.

Wow. Dry today. Oh well.

Hehe, those are good ones, Joel!

I especially liked this one.

Enemies must become allies to win.

No to one, yes to all.

Victory for one, defeat for another.

Death of One, Saviour to all.

The blind man saw it all.


Not the best, I'm afraid.

This one is a good, classic premise:

Thanks.

Good ones, Dairy! Now...

Forty-five minutes left until launch ( ).

The town was haunted, they said.

Trick-or-treating: life's entire purpose.

I know, not many. Hopefully my creative juices will be flowing good in forty minutes.

Thanks.


I like this one.

It was dark when they came.

Just after sunset, the hunt began.

Thanks.

Wow. It's been a while...

Good ones, Michael!

Now...

I had to write - or else ( ).

The deadly trap slayed its setter.

Bleeding. Again. This was too regular.

Wow, only three. But I've written a lot tonight, so I'm tired...

That one is true.

NaNoWriMo - a writer's dream and nightmare. (At least, that's what I can tell from seeing people participate in it )

Poison is a very yummy snack.

Crush must write more - he must!

I had better write more, too.

The donkey spoke. A talking donkey?!

Oh, dear. I lost another life.

The GPS sounded: You have arrived.

Deception was not his major advantage.

Yep.

Good ones!

The tree house - our only option.

A backyard pool: our final battleground.

Thump, thump, thump. Silence. Enemy neutralized.

Goodness! You guys pump a lot of these out!!! In two weeks you've posted like.... 5 more pages of stuff!

I think we owe most of that to Joel (either directly or indirectly).

She smelled the terrible thing coming.

It was silence that hurt worst.

Confined, without hope, darkness all around.

Nice, I like Aemi's a lot.

Struggling, I forced my last breath.

Even aside from being a Hogan's Heroes quote, that's a good one.

*grins*

Those are all very good, Twin!

She nearly there. Almost. Not quite.

The scream died in his throat.

Such joy had never been expressed.

Those are all awesome, Dairy!

Somebody needs to explain this whole Hogan's Heroes thing to me sometime...

Darkness, unbroken, spread over the land.

They marched the kingdom like ants.

"What is that awful smell, sir?"

Two men, waiting for someone, alone.

Gold sat there, ripe for taking.

We should.

Mmm - Hemingways.

The skyscraper was the madman's playground.

Malls were meant to be broken.

I hate psychopath-run water parks.

I love those, Crushmaster! Ha ha!

Everybody talking at once! Transcriber despairs.

That's awesome.

I like this one, MadeFree, anything could have fallen.

I very much like this one.

Woah, sis! You're doing some epic ones! I especially like:



I need to do some more... *squints at the keyboard, and pokes it thoughtfully*

What more could she ask? Everything.

He died without knowing his worth.

The leap of faith was literal.

Love: a leap that was fatal.

Time passed for all but him.

Truth is freedom; deception a bargain?

Blood to be repaid was costly.

Thanks, Bush!

I like these two.

HWer's rock at Hemingways!!

They sure do!

Here's mine: "Wait." "Why?" "Because I love you..."
"No!" But the darkness closed in.
"You pact breaker!" "Yes that's me."
Aleena

Cool, Aleena! I espeically like that last one. It makes me think.

I -- I was afraid. Of myself.

He dared not look at himself.

The mirror shattered, the bullet splintered.

It was that smell, like gunpowder.

Dark reflections of a deadly blade.

The mysterious whisperer had finally arrived.

Death becomes her, the man thought.

That's really cool. It provides a lot of different angles to approach it from, all of them an excellent story.

The pencil was a deadly shotgun.

He died, not alone, by himself.

Not very good. I'll post more tomorrow.

That would be quite the pencil.

"Oh mama! I gotta get me one of those!"

It would be handy to have one.