A True Story In One Sentence
Good weekend, Wavers - I know you're always up for a good writing challenge - we had describing your life in six words the other day, to which we had some quite entertaining responses. Of course, we had Wenonah plucked from relative obscurity and launched into the short film stratosphere by our short scene competition - and now, with absolutely no results guaranteed, I'm asking Wavers to write One Sentence- there's the link for your inspiration - one sentence that is a true story from your life. Submit on the linked site if you like, but if you would be so kind, share here as well:
I'll go first: I met him online and sixteen years of marriage unraveled like so much string.
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I tried to kiss her in the car, but my seatbelt was still on.
Ride To Work Day had seemed like a grand idea before he fell off his bike shattering a kneecap, splitting a femur, and breaking an elbow and wrist.
Though sometimes called “a free-spirit,” if they really knew, they would simply call me, “lost.”
Living in a car for a year doesn't seem so long when you're eleven.
For a reason too painful to tell, I stole a large sum of my mother's money to frame my brother-in-law in an effort to break up my sister's marriage.
He told me I was perfect in the same breath that be broke my heart.
While mom watched our kids, we went to dinner for our anniversary and laughed about how, thirteen years earlier, two non-smoking teetotalers met...in a bar.
My life is in a cardboard box... somewhere.
A picture on the Internet rekindled my desire for the poetic.
Ten years ago, I decided to write a screenplay... because it'd be fun... and easy.
They say no lie lasts forever, but this one couldn't survive the time it took to tell it.
He said if I really, truly, deeply loved him, I would do this one little thing for him.
In the middle of her sisters, in the middle of her parents, in the middle of her personalities, in the middle of her two minds, in the middle of her life, she still looked for a way to be more than content.
On a whim they married and despite his best efforts at sabotage, they continue to live in wedded bliss.
We held each other and cried after I told my teenage son that I not only loved him, I liked him.
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