The Last Sentence You Wrote

Mine was...

“It is my queen. Adonis has also been summoned to the dining hall.”

"He was to get these mortal races to band together and do the impossible, defeat this coming demon army."

It was a high-pitched squeaky noise; a squeaky voice in fact, like a cartoon mouse perhaps. It had said, "Don't forget the keys!"

The only downside was it...sort of erased your memory anyway.

I broke off in midsentence yesterday, but this was the last complete sentence...

This required completely new mental patterns, not all of which were visual, and Naveli struggled with the new challenges of trying to think of a flute's note on command, or the feel of a soft woolen shawl.

As I write, I expand sections that have already been written. This is the last sentence I wrote, but it is not where my story left off.

"She will call me Mommy, or Mom, and hug me without wondering whether or not I will hug her back or if she is creasing my ensemble."

:)

KS

Now she would have to endure kudos from many of the people who had seen her grow up from a quiet, reserved child into her adulthood.

" I could hear the smile in his voice, even though it was a low whisper."

Ahh...bad writing at it's finest. :)

I'm not done writing for the day, but I'm taking a break now. So . . .

She makes her careful way down the slimy steps, aware that with each footfall she is disturbing the moss and raising up clouds of microscopic spores comprised of, as near as she can tell, pure misery.

Mine was last night...

Peter hoped that the disagreement Greg and Jake had yesterday wouldn’t influence the man’s decision.

"One of us does not belong, one of us won't be here long. Into the woods, into the fire? In water's deep she will be mired. Where did she go? Where did she go?"

Mine is such a happy, joyful last line....

To win his bid for freedom and sour her bid for the throne, Che had bitten out his own tongue and spat it out at her feet.

Hey, at least it didn't involve eyes.....

“Psh, I don’t need pants.”

XD That's juuuust great....

Rembrandt zipped his coat, put on his hat snuck out the Sanford exit. He slipped past the French Fry Wagon and headed towards Barton Street. Behind him a crowd gathered on the sidewalks spilling out onto the streets. The screams of ambulances and police cars overwhelmed his senses. He sighed and made his way home. Annie’s shift would soon be over and he wanted to beat her home.

He tried to keep his finger away from its mouth.

Unless "it" is a six-week-old Labrador puppy, I would think it's a good policy to avoid its mouth. ;)

Ha ha! It's actually an orange ceramic 'dish frog'. The kind with the gaping mouth that holds your scrubby pad. Our hero is in a rather confused state of mind.

Ha ha...my mom had one when I was a kid. Creepy looking things though ;)

What!! Creepy!!!!

Oh Infojunkie. I see you and I are gonna have troubles...!

http://fantasywriterguy.blogspot.com/2007/02/dish-frog.html

I stopped in the middle of a sentence last night because I was so tired I was falling asleep with my hands on the keyboard.

Their love catches her up

I wonder what I was going to put next?

Mines nothing wierd in the least. Its a normal sentence because I got interrupted by the teacher XD Maybe I shouldn't write in class.... Nah. I get up to 800 words written in school (Only 1 class that I can write in all class, and another one)

"There was a few comments about the weather, but otherwise the tea was enjoyed in comfortable silence."

“Young one we have much to discuss.”

Mom made an almost imperceptible nod to Dad, and then he said, “Fine. Give me those forms.”

"Improbable? Are you kidding me? I'm Alice in Wonderland here! I don't know what's probable anymore!"

At your age and physical expertise, I can see you becoming a shaman more powerful than any before you.

His eyes linger a moment on Asa and rather longer on her physical form than on her face: Thorne thinks that he does not know who Asa is.

(yeah, he's ogling a princess)

Jack arrived at her elbow, shifting nervously from foot to foot.

. He would have relaxed but what with the vampire world after them he wasn’t likely to let his guard down.

Yay! The internet finally got hooked up today and now the forums can distract me to my heart's content.
I'm just starting writing for today - here's my last line from last night:

He was already implementing Declan’s plans by letting everyone know that his brother’s new wife had decided to come along on the trip and that everyone ought to treat her properly or else they would get a nice salt water bath real quick.

They crouched there in the darkness for a long time before they dared peek out.