"The water pounded with unnatural force, right on top of Halvard’s home."

"His mother had died before he was old enough to know her, so there were no married couples- no couples at all, for that matter- at home, and he had never witnessed any displays of affection such as the one he had just seen."

In my mind, she was the model of perfection... and lucky for me, she was my best friend.

“Come on cat” she said grumpily while slipping on her slippers, which were cold but not as cold as the hardwood floor.

'Doesn't silent treatment mean no sex?' he asked.
'No. You don't need to talk during sex,' I replied.

Okay, okay, so technically it's more than a sentence, and TECHNICALLY, i wrote it um . . . not right now. But funney, nay?

As for ACTUAL last sentence:
'Yes, I'm joking. Everyone does have a bowling team. In the entire world. Even in Zimbabwe everyone has bowling teams,' I said.

"Yes, I’m sorry you had to get up so early,” he said, like that was the worst part of being attacked with balls of fire.

'Doesn't silent treatment mean no sex?' he asked.
'No. You don't need to talk during sex,' I replied.

Okay, okay, so technically it's more than a sentence, and TECHNICALLY, i wrote it um . . . not right now. But funney, nay?

As for ACTUAL last sentence:
'Yes, I'm joking. Everyone does have a bowling team. In the entire world. Even in Zimbabwe everyone has bowling teams,' I said.

Back in the blue library room, I could see that it was almost practice time. I started to pack up, leaving the journal to last. I had hoped that I could rewrite the poem as I packed for wrestling practice. It never happened.

Now that her eyes had been opened she knew that from now on she had to be much more careful.

Hmmm...sounds hokey now that I'm rereading it....oh well :(

Don't get all Victorian on me now Mom, unless you care to explain how I was born only three months after you and dad got married.

“Straight there, straight back and then you’ll finish your packing, right?”

“Okay momma.”

The weight cutting, the seventy two kilogram monster was making an appearance.

He absently dropped the match to the ground where it was promptly extinguished and floated away.

“Very well, Lady,” he conceded, and prepared to break camp.

"Shh!" I hushed her. "Let's go home." I rushed out of the building, leaving a trail of curious expressions in my wake that I didn't even notice.

Well, at least that's slightly more interesting then the following 'sentence' that reads:
---- Chapter Three ----

“And then … what happens to you? Where do you go, if he needs to be where you are?”

“I used to work for the IAI, years ago, and if what I just saw was accurate, you have a lot of work on your hands.”

He backed up, turned to his right and went back to practice. I slipped off my shorts and Speedo and sat on the toilet to see if there was anything injured there. At least my right knee stopped hurting.

"Oh, but I did."

Wasn’t she supposed to be sweet and spoil me when Mom and Dad weren’t paying attention?

She held the pen at the next line. It occurred to her that they were probably watching. She scrawled, /Charlene Sinnot./

'We'll talk, then,' I said. I leaned over and have him one last kiss. 'See, I don't always have to run off,' I said and, well, ran off to the security gate.

“I have some thoughts about that, if you’re interested.”

"Blood still pooled on the table under him, dripping like thick molasses from the wound."

She was considered an augur of note for she could forecast the success or failure of future events with great accuracy and clarity

I leaned over Sebby to see if the flight attendant was coming so I could finally get my whiskey.

She is reminding me of something, someone, but I can' t remember anyone here like her so it must have been from before...

In less than two days her journey would be over, and she would have to begin anew in what was sure to be a place very different than the England she knew and loved.

"Heck, you know what color underwear I wear and what pattern bras I own! What else could you possibly need to know about me?”

XD Poor Leo, who had to listen to her rant that ended like that.

'Excuse me,' I asked someone walking by. 'Do you have any money?'

Agent Lloyd picked up a fresh new scalpel and made the first incision all over again.

“Yes?” He asked, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

After he walked away from her, Thorne could not figure whether his head shake was an answer to her question, or just a reprimand for focussing on the wrong matter.

After her husband died, things were just so hard to keep together.

I watched for the electric blue numbers to pop up on the screen. Seventy One point Five kilos.
I had made it.

He fired a wedge of kinetic force at Ortoff, it was deflected but it forced him to move aside far enough to drop a pile of tables and chairs from a floor above on top of him.

The fates were sadistic bitches, denying me respite.

"My alarm clock had turned into a carpet."

"You were amazing."

wow, jaime. thats deep.

I didn't even look out the window to see the Thames.

“Keep your feet under you!” the Hawk yells, and Thorne realizes just in time that she was indeed starting to bend and would have hit the water after the twenty-five foot drop in the most enormous – and likely deadly – belly flop imagineable.

As soon as my head hit the pillows, I fell asleep - I had not been aware of how tired I really was.

It is like smacking into solid ground feet first. If solid ground were heaving and churning. And, after having baked in the tropical sun for so many days, shockingly cold.

When I did not lash out at her, the frustrated look on her face seemed to disappear.

He had been reeling from the pain of his ordeal for a while, but he had to check to make sure he hadn’t died.

“I guess so. Did you learn a lesson at least?” I remained silent, knowing I didn't really need to respond. “Don’t eat at a hospital the food’ll kill ya.”

“No! There hasn’t been any time! Aieyiah!” This last, as a third shark joins the other two: there are now three fins out there in the dark, circling their watery huddle.

But it seemed Doldgonolsov had escaped yet again.

I know the information I’m looking for is here, and I am going to look at it. I want every scrap of paper whether it’s a report, status update of any experiment, or even a receipt for a business dinner with his name on it placed that desk over there within the next half hour. If you refuse to comply, I will contact the Bureau and have a warrant rushed over here to have all of these files seized and every page scanned and inspected back at Quantico. Are we clear on this sister?

Hey, Peter, that was a paragraph, not a sentence! :-)

“Oh, shut up!” the Hawk orders.

I looked at all the names on the

Is it supposed to be the last *complete* sentence? :P

"Octavian has joined this conversation."

She looked in the corner of her eye to see the face she had remembered from yesterday looking at her and smiling smugly.

"He had said nothing about it after that, but had often thought about that metaphorical ship."

Together, they lifted Dillon to his feet

"I was seeing my world through new eyes"

Edited.

I was going to put a rant here about.. well, about a lot of things. But honestly, I have writing to do.

"Wants to stroke Michael’s hair, but doesn’t dare."

... and all she could do was sink into a crouch and watch as her brother became absorbed by the shadow, and there she stayed.

"Turning towards my antique claw foot tub I turned on the water as hot as my old water heater would allow."

They ought at least to believe her when she has some kind of success, any kind at all.

I smiled and bit my lip, "thanks Doc. Room 2, don't forget."

“Well,” Andreya said flicking a piece of marsh weed of her arm, “I think we’re in the clear, let’s head back.” Then she felt something twirl around her ankle and drag her under.

This man who had saved her from being river danced on by goats, was slim, with luminous hazel eyes and a tangled of black hair worn short and businesslike and was wearing a scarlet Hawaiian shirt and had a dazzling if goofy smile plastered on his face..

“We’ve had a bit o’ a disturbance, I’m afraid.”

He reacted only when he could feel an invisible grip on his bones, strains turned from fractures, to cracks and exploded as blossoms of pain throughout the captain’s body.

“I know he's your best friend, Freezie, but you're not his.”

It was just enough that drivers would be safe (thank goodness, I thought, because I didn’t want the driver delivering my shipment of books to get hurt), but enough to light up the whole street.

(I was describing the first snowfall - or, rather, my character was.)

I had to get away from her and I had to get to the party.

My main character sawa girl in a bar while celebrating a tournament victory. She was loud and obnoxious, and didn't was to hang out with her. And the party was pretty good, if memory serves.

He even noticed when this would happen, seven thirty every third day.

The end of my chapter five:

"Wherever this was going, it looked like it was going to be a long ride."

But it seemed he was slowly coming to trust her, and that made her happy.

And around the fire we’ll get Thom to sing, he does know some songs that won’t make us all cry.

It was nice that we were not chit chatting the entire time - I got writing done which was what we were there for - but I didn't want us not to be on speaking terms.

Bears, raccoons and even rats all wrestle. Because it is such a simple sport to play. Nothing is needed, just a willingness to pound the crap out of someone. Or some thing. Or some species.

“Tell me again, why do we all live in the north where we have to battle through snow and wind to locate unco-operative deer and boar who then rudely decline to hang oblingingly from trees waiting to be popped into the pot for our dinner?”

.... There was nothing left but to weep. ....

He whistled. “Nice lady,” he said sarcastically.

"You mean, I was a father. I’ve been here for 20 years, Em. With no memory. I’ve not been a father at all."

Flora continued into the darkness of the barn...

To his surprise, she laughed. “See? Things like that are the ‘men’s skills’ you’ll have to teach me.”

His eyes are still closed, but he sounds perfectly alert.

"That's very shiny, calling the boss Patrick."

She wasn't sure if she had been making a new friend or had accidentally created a new enemy.

"That's crazy," I exclaimed. "I like it."

"This new found talent definitely had benefits I was going to thoroughly enjoy investigating."

“He has no need to know it.”

Our shift here left a path of broken lives and heartbreak. Devastation.

"You just got to give them a chance, and that's so!"

There was a TV in this room, but they hadn‘t turned it on.

But why, indeed, shouldn’t they?

'How are you going to afford to vaction by yourself?'

She nodded and the table fell mostly silent expect someone asking another to pass a dish and some other unimportant small talk.

“There is much that we must tell you, so that you may fulfill your destiny.”

Satisfied, I curl up and fall asleep as somewhere far below me, they are still looking for me.

Oh man, I always enjoy reading this thread. It makes me want to read your stories just so I can know why the line was said, lol. =)

I shall contribute:
Poor Caleb, always the same old answers to the same old questions. . .

“That’s all I ask.”

She smiled and gently patted the bag. "None are broken. I told you packing some of the Widow's Tears between the bottles was a good idea.”

This was from the end of the war that got me past 50k, whoo!

Shoot her," Kelson called out more succintly, and after just a split second, Renard did go down, one bullet wound showing up in her rib cage.

I stole only once glance at him until we pulled up to the station in Cardiff.

She decided to stop acting like the cliché, two-dimensional story character she was, and to stop annoying the author of this novel with her insufferable self-criticism.

I'm serious! XD

Aha, that's awesome. Really :-D
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Ziggle Blindy McDeaferson Wall D.W. Abba Abba Jo Lichken Treagol Walking-Talking-Map Princess Skull Winter!

ScriptFrenzy '08: The Attendants (4 episodes [hour long each])
Nanowrimo '07: Volens Piscis (79K)
Nanowrimo '06: Halydon (50K)

Every time he passed me he would smile and I would smile back, but he was always running around the plane getting drinks or snacks for people.

Somewhere around three in the morning he woke up and made his way to bed. As he drifted off he felt warm and comfortable.

I won. Regardless of what happened on that day, the fight with him, I won. I can say that because in every day since, I have had the strength to face each day. To struggle my way through the day, moment by moment, and I have come to know that God is there with me, every moment. Every day.

As she rolled into Coxwell Station, she breathed in deeply and got ready to exit the train.

Harder than it sounds, I guess.

“It’s entirely illogical, Captain,” said Dillon, speaking deeply, dropping her foot and placing his index fingers at the side of his head as mock Vulcan ears.

My face lit up. 'I'm apart of the mile high club,' I said.

not against any rules! ;D

Then, he had dashed off with the papers, promising a lovely dress within the span of a few days.

He whipped around at the sound of someone else’s voice present.

I was a bit nervous at the prospect of consumating our affair, but that wasn't the issue.

Um, heh *shifty eyes*
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Ziggle Blindy McDeaferson Wall D.W. Abba Abba Jo Lichken Treagol Walking-Talking-Map Princess Skull Winter!

ScriptFrenzy '08: The Attendants (4 episodes [hour long each])
Nanowrimo '07: Volens Piscis (79K)
Nanowrimo '06: Halydon (50K)

xD haha!

“Dammit Remy, you’re not my personal vending machine!”

When she awakens, it is dark, and some large beast is snuffling about near her. And getting closer.

Putting my arm through his we headed out of the room together to face the world and that day.

There would be no love in his heart after this day.

Temi wondered if she should have been worried.

Flora drifted into the doorway leading into the front hall from the kitchen, looking immaculate as always and swathed in a pretty festive apron covered in tiny embroidery stitches in the shapes of swirls, flowers, and holly.

His last thought before exhaustion took him was that he must be the cleverest warrior the clan had ever seen.

I think it was:

"What? He *is* an idiot."

('is' is italicized, by the way)

“Ok, let me see if I can create an equivalent… she’s giving you the ‘coagulated blood through a straw’ look.”

Despite everything that happened I was very happy; I was going home.

I turned back to the little gathering even though I really wasn’t that comfortable doing so but I doubted he would dare to try and hurt me with all those people there.

Maybe after we're both a little bit tipsy, if they actually serve booze at this thing.

Des was no longer a captive of the other realm. He was a Shifter. He could in fact regain his life, reconnect with the life that was taken away from him 20 years before.

"French fried eye-balls swimming in a pool of…"

Of course, if you get an alpha source inside you, you're toast, but otherwise they can't penetrate far.

Children are playing games in the twilight streets, not having to worry about cars rushing by in this suburban neighbourhood. Their parents stand gathered on front lawns, sipping tea or a glass of white wine as they look after the more daring or needy children.

I nodded my response; I didn’t want to get hit again.

fastdogz inadvertently hit "new topic" instead of "reply", so I'm moving her last sentence over here and deleting the other post.

This is the scentence that got me to 50K

“I- I think…” she muttered something I couldn’t head and trailed off looking embarrassed.

This is the sentence that got me to 50K. "Tess" was the 50,000th word.

At last Tess seems to understand that she is endangering Neill.

Closing out Part E:

"And he closed the door between the bedroom and the living room, hoping that he wasn't closing another metaphorical door tonight as well."

Eventually, her deep thinking tired her brain out.

"M."

My dear Captain Patrick....sentences like that will not do much for your word count...
;-)
However, I'm certain the sentence before had...perhaps, 37 words?
Good for you for keeping at it...and thanks for your reassurance to me at the outset
that all words are good. I have held onto that throughout!
D and the fastdoz

Quite obviously, that I can write a little has nothing to do with being able to read!
Sorry about that, Capt. Renault - I was aiming my rib at Capt. Patick, and was not
intending to tease anyone else.

Mighta put it in the sink.

YOUR LAST SENTENCE!!!

Like, really:P At midnight, or before you go to bed, post the LAST SENTENCE OF NANO!!!!

It will be brilliant, watch ;)

As long as she *needs* me to be, why?

Well this certainly won't be my last sentence in the story but it will be for this NaNo

I brought my legs up onto the bed and lay there beside him waiting for him to wake up.

The last sentence (all right sentence fragment, lol) I wrote for Nano this year- (the end of the novel, but not the epilogue)

But this life she had, she thought as she grabbed Bill's warm hand, she wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.

'I told you, we need to go on the train,' he said, pulling me towards it.

Written sometime around 6 on saturday

Is someone going to make up those awesome bookmarks again? Those were funny:)

The last sentence I wrote:

"The children, caught off guard and unprepared by the suddenness of the blizzard, drew their scarves and jackets over their faces in a feeble attempt to shelter their flesh from the relentless bitter-cold wind."