Your Last Sentence

[Jayeee]

“Outta boy,” he commended heartily, slapping the archer lightly on the shoulder, and ignoring the flinch that he saw in response. “We’ll make a thief out of you yet.”

[Brooke]

The sun was now on the other side of the planet. The moon reigning supreme.

“Oh no, no, no! That's not how you play the game. If you want to find Faye you will follow me. If not, you can stand there with your stick, shaking in your boots.”

[icon]

The whole thing reminded him of some sort of modern art piece, only with a lot more labels and arrows and a lot less stuffy people sitting around discussing symbolism.

[PFA]

Ms. Amelia's expression fell to one of sorrow as the implications of this began to sink in. "Oh... my word..."

um

yep

good way to put it

[♥ Bre]

I curled up into a ball, and let my head fall onto my knees. What was I going to do? I felt so desperate and lonely. There was no way for me to get out of here.

Whoo, another four-sentence "sentence." XD

[selmette]

Love can function perfectly without hatred, but hatred is not strong enough to stand without love.

[Lizzie]

I don’ wanna have to stay in here an’ have mommy interview me! I don’ wanna I don’ wanna I don’ wanna!

[selmette]

But she lied to herself. And she believed herself; for while she was not a particularly convincing liar, she was a gullible, ignorant fool.

[Tam]

"This is a human boy and an unpleasant wolf," he declared with evident distaste. "Kill them."

[Butterfly]

"I give up," said Evi with a sigh. “We’ll just stick with sleeping on the ground and staring at rocks all day.”

[Brooke]

So he ran. He ran as fast as his legs would allow.

[Tam]

"Of course! They're very important to us, you know, trees. They make air. For breathing. You do breathe, don't you, Lieutenant?"

Justifying the existence of a tree inventory regime takes five sentences. *nods*

[PFA]

They decided not to ask any more questions for now, and just kept on climbing.

...toward FIFTY-THOUSAND WORDS YEEEAAAAAH *brick'd*

[Rikku]

Hinewai did her best to curl up in a ball, and cursed the curiosity that had ever made her think it would be a good idea to try something new.

... Er. I'm going to have to make her story arc be about the eventual joys of trying new things, aren't I. xD Drat it all.

[icon]

“Rrghn, groohgh raghn, frghagh ungraghna grafnarh urghanh. Rangh fragafn moornghrar grughn rrghyng?”

“I have absolutely no idea what you just said.”

And neither do any of us.