Whether an essay for school with fantastic, well-phrased logic or the thoughts of your protagonist as they fight a dragon in your newest fantasy novel, the way you tell your story is just as important as what it says. Show us your voice! Show us whatever sentence woke you up at midnight, yearning to be put down on paper, or the one that you hopped around the room in giddy excitement because you were so proud of writing it.
All writers are talented at something...show how this comes out in a single sentence. You can use more than one sentence if it is a great paragraph, but try to keep it short. The poetry and feeling the sentence provokes, though it is only a few words, should be meaningful. Have fun with this and I can't wait to see your brilliant replies!
#1
From a musical I wrote about war, based on real people I researched:
"Truth is rarely ever truthful. Those in power decide what truth is. They twist lies into something that resembles truth, and sell it with smiles and promises. The real truth is buried underneath propaganda and falsehoods. You never find it until it’s too late. And when you try to share it, people refuse to listen."
"Truth is rarely ever truthful. Those in power decide what truth is. They twist lies into something that resembles truth, and sell it with smiles and promises. The real truth is buried underneath propaganda and falsehoods. You never find it until it’s too late. And when you try to share it, people refuse to listen."
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#2
"Save the beans." Not something i wrote. But something my wife said one time as i was putting away the beans late at night. The kitchen was dark and i thought she was asleep.
I saved the beans except the ones i dropped in my boxers hahaha
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#3
There I stood center of the room being personally screamed at my an idiot who called himself "The kings of kings". He told me that I was a disgrace to not only my family, but to the kingdom as a whole. I just stood there angry, vengeful, and broken. With his daughters blood splattered all over my hands and face he hollered, threatening to put me on death’s door. I suspired, knowing the truth. Shivering in rage I opened my blood stained lips to speak to account why I had tried to kill his daughter.
(This is the first paragraph of my novel I'm writing. I started it a couple months ago.)
(This is the first paragraph of my novel I'm writing. I started it a couple months ago.)
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#4
From my newest novel (I came up with this only yesterday, in like 5 minutes. Should I edit it?):
"he wove a web of legend around the world, cocooning it safely in the mandala of silken folds, stretching tendrils from one end of the earth to the other and ensnaring it in the tangled mass of his accomplishments and beliefs. Then he sucked the life out of the world, and dropped it, a dried husk, in the corner of the universe, where it lay, gathering dust for the rest of time."
"he wove a web of legend around the world, cocooning it safely in the mandala of silken folds, stretching tendrils from one end of the earth to the other and ensnaring it in the tangled mass of his accomplishments and beliefs. Then he sucked the life out of the world, and dropped it, a dried husk, in the corner of the universe, where it lay, gathering dust for the rest of time."
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#5
I've already answered but I also like the first paragraph of this book.
"I open my eyes to complete and absolute blackness. Not the spooky, shadowy monster-filled blackness of dark caves and black forests. Not the peaceful blackness of night time, which is full of stars and crickets and cool air. This blackness had no monsters or stars or crickets. This blackness was empty. It had no soul or thought, no story or feeling–it was simply a gap. An empty gap, torn between two worlds. A gaping, endless, abyss. And I was inside it."
"I open my eyes to complete and absolute blackness. Not the spooky, shadowy monster-filled blackness of dark caves and black forests. Not the peaceful blackness of night time, which is full of stars and crickets and cool air. This blackness had no monsters or stars or crickets. This blackness was empty. It had no soul or thought, no story or feeling–it was simply a gap. An empty gap, torn between two worlds. A gaping, endless, abyss. And I was inside it."
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#6
I wrote an essay about narcissism in Hindi and I’m proud of it. I also wrote an essay about turning into a banyan tree last year
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#7
Waves tumble into the bay, clambering over each other in a frenzied rush to get to shore. Blue-green claws tear into one another, sending sea-spray flecks of blood up into the sky. A watery stallion tosses its frothing mane, rearing up to meet the sun before plunging back down into the ocean’s depths. Ocean lions bare icy fangs and lunge at the cliffs in a never-ending war to suck them away into the whirlpool of despair, smashing into the slate-gray stone only to shatter and slither back into the sea, defeated.
This is the hook paragraph of a piece I wrote about the ocean.
This is the hook paragraph of a piece I wrote about the ocean.
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#8
Lately, I've been writing sentences that just pop into my head. My favorite one is:
"He had not been introduced to the concept of being wrong."
"He had not been introduced to the concept of being wrong."
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#9
This poem i made :/
We live on the ground
Where the heavens glimpse at us
While the children are
Throwing milk to the blue sky
High into the air
Dying the deep azure sky
In those great heavens
All the angels runnin’ free
Spirits are gliding
Weaving pillows from the clouds
A wondrous palace
One of great prosperity
When we’re here no more
We will see it for ourselves
And we’ll start by runnin’ free
Where the heavens glimpse at us
While the children are
Throwing milk to the blue sky
High into the air
Dying the deep azure sky
In those great heavens
All the angels runnin’ free
Spirits are gliding
Weaving pillows from the clouds
A wondrous palace
One of great prosperity
When we’re here no more
We will see it for ourselves
And we’ll start by runnin’ free
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