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Unfinished sentences (with 20 more words)…

The stale old smell of the rug made me cry. The final scene of the final night was finished, my hairs stood on end once again to rapturous applause.

The stale old smell of the rug made me retch. I couldn’t move though until I said
‘OK, I’ll do it.’
Then he took his foot off my head.


Her fists and arms were aching from hitting and scratching. Out of breath reality rose and hopes were buried as she stared into the darkness.

She stared into the darkness. She shook it but as far as she could see there was nothing left inside. The cereal box was empty.


I watched from the shadows until someone finally got out of their car. I growled and leapt to devour them. The Safari park was closed down.

I watched from the shadows until almost finished, I shouted out aloud:
Ninety-Three. Ninety-Four. Ninety-Five. Ninety-Six. Ninety-Seven. Ninety Eight. Ninety-Nine. ONE HUNDRED!

COMING! READY OR NOT!

As the mist cleared, I saw…

As the mist cleared, I saw the kettle.
I suggested making us a cup of tea
and with that
we began to
slowly
work things out.

As the mist cleared, I saw
that I was tense.
Making no sense.
Full of pretence.
Then I took a breath
and became who I am.

As the mist cleared, I saw a ladder leading to a better life. I couldn’t quite get hold of it though.
It was a mist opportunity.

As the mist cleared, I saw endless hope. I saw everything we had been through, clear as day: everything made sense. Thank god for Friday night.

As the mist cleared, I saw your gaunt figure
I thought you’d be bigger
But after so long
Not forgotten, but gone
I pulled the trigger.

As the mist cleared, I saw the road I was travelling. I didn’t know where I was going but I knew it would take me there.

As the mist cleared, I saw what it was to be alive. Saw humans for what they really were. I longed for the mist to return.

As the mist cleared,
I saw you
You saw me
We saw each other.
We fell in love.
The mist returned.
We split up.
The end.

He realised he had made a mistake…

He realised he had made a mistake.
It wasn’t the first and it wouldn’t be the last.
He wished he was fluent, first class.
But he wasn’t.

He realised he had made a mistake for which he held himself accountable.
People admired him for his honesty but they slagged him off behind his back.

He realised he had made a mistake mistaking his wife for another woman.
His wife mistook his mistake as intention so she hit him with a cushion.

He realised he had made a mistake
putting sugar on his chips not salt.
He was at fault
but too embarrassed to say
he ate them anyway.

He realised he had made a mistake
in trying to overtake
Now his last decision
had turned into a collision
as off the windows he was scraped.

He realised he had made a mistake while filling his tank.
Now misery was embedded.
His happiness shredded.
A moment he’d always dreaded.
Should have been unleaded.

He realised he had made a mistake believeing himself to be
contageous
for when he reached the the stage, turning to
face us,
he immediately
disengaged us.

He realised he had made a mistake picking up the stone to throw into the water because it wasn’t actually a stone it was a DOG POO.

He realised he had made a mistake drinking that rum.
His stomach on a s t r e t c h e r.
He took it lying down until pockets of normality appeared early evening.

It was the year 2136…

It was the year 2136. I was 157. It was the same old story though. I didn’t feel like going to work. But I did.

It was the year 2136.
The world was free from conflicts
because decisions were now made
by a thinking brigade
who had finally abolished politics

It was the year 2136 and a lot of things were complex. Yet, if I took a moment to dwell on nature. Things became clear.

It was the year 2136.
Bombs were going off
left

right

and centre.

The world an adult playground
ending in tears over and over again.

It was the year 2136. A monster made of plastic bags rose from the sea. It planned to suffocate the world. But it already had.

It was the year 2136 and the quadrennial culling of celebrities. Only the truly gifted remained and the rest were disposed of. Quality not quantity.

It was the year 2136. I was in daydreamer mode, drifting on the bareknuckle drumbeat of boredom: a drop of water soon to be caught.

It was a dark and stormy night…

It was a dark and stormy night.
The sardine swam shrewdly through the swelling sea,
dancing with the carelessness of nature
caught by the carefulness of man.

It was a dark and stormy night.
It was us and the torchlight
But it wasn’t too long
before things went wrong
as the tent wasn’t watertight.

It was a dark and stormy night.
I was downcast and crestfallen. Miserable and in the doldrums. Gloomy and irratable.
But like the storm.
It would pass.

It
was
a dark
and stormy
night. The Shark:
A great White. Made
ripple marks then took a bite.
Exclamation marks were drowned,
down
out
of
sight.

It was a trip i’ll never forget…

It was a trip i’ll never forget. The motorcycle looming over bitumen, my mind a boxing match of narcotics and heretic beliefs powering to fame and stardom.

It was a trip i’ll never forget.
But as I get older and older I realise that i’m forgetting more and more.
Even things about that trip.

It was a trip i’ll never forget. We found Italy in our wardrobe. We spent the day in Venice. Tried again the next day.
Just a wardrobe.

It was a trip i’ll never forget. Fire in a balearic nightclub. Part of the performance we thought, until the raging heat left us spitting disbelief, beachside.

It was a trip i’ll never forget. Stopping for gas and burgers on the road to Vegas, driving through the desert to a sea of Jack Daniels.

It was a trip i’ll never forget. Some guests at the hotel had rioted over an egg.
Things had boiled over. I just sat there cracking up.

It was a trip i’ll never forget. A map of destruction and a gallery of harrowing images burnt upon my tortured memory. But you gave me hope..

I woke up in the middle of the night…

I woke up in the middle of the night.
A flamenco guitar haunted the streets.
I turned in deep appreciation
of my southerly location
before sliding back to
sleep.

I woke up in the middle of the night.
Went to the window, saw starlight.
Felt insignificant
before the magnificent gravitational pull of sleep
returned me to my crater.

I woke up in the middle of the night, the sound of the fridge cut through the darkness. I warmly saluted its continued dedication and commitment to our cause.

I woke up in the middle of the night. In my disheveled dreams the demons of drink had been dressed as my friends. They didn’t fool me though. #detox

I woke up in the middle of the night
to an unwelcoming shining light
I was holding the wheel
of my automobile
oh shite shite shite shite shite shite.

I woke up in the middle of the night
and found myself itching a bite
Put on some cream
Returned to my dream
while mosquitos watched on in delight

I’d never felt so nervous before in my life…

I’d never felt so nervous before in my life.
We were at 12,000 feet.
‘Are you ready?’ he shouted.
I gave a nervous thumbs up.
THREE. TWO. ONE…
‘Geronimo!’

I’d never felt so nervous before in my life.
Broken down in a lay-by
the middle of nowhere, the middle of the night
anxiously awaiting
a flashing orange light.

I’d never felt so nervous before in my life.
Convert this penalty and we’d win the football world cup.
I stepped up and to my disbelief
slotted
it
home.

I’d never felt so nervous before in my life.
The judge looked at his notes. Looked over the rim of his glasses. Looked at the jury. Verdict?
Not guilty.

I’d never been so angry in my life…

I’d never been so angry in my life having to work late again; and unpaid. But that’s when I met her. And I fell in love. At once.

I’d never been so angry in my life.
Spots on my face.
Why tonight of all nights?
Our first date went really well though. It was spot on.

I’d never been so angry in my life. My brother had just broken my new doll. He was doomed! In the end I got an even better one.
Written by Daisy Kennedy, aged 12

I’d never been so hungry in my life. It had been two days and all I’d eaten was some bread. Oh wait, did you say hungry or angry?

I’d never been so angry in my life. The way the ivy just grew around me, squeezing the very life out of me. Thank goodness for the gardener.

I’d never been so angry in my life as I swelled to a height I had never reached before, charging, without warning, at a murderous speed, towards land.

I’d never been so angry in my life as the poster fell down AGAIN. I was coming undone. My patience as weak as the useless adhesive I’d used.

The phone rang at 4.a.m…

The phone rang at 4 a.m. which woke up the baby and he wouldn’t go back to sleep so I’ve been up half the bloody night.

The phone rang at 4 a.m. I got up in a fright, got dressed and headed off to work, I was early, they paid me extra!!!
Written By Amelie Oliver, aged 12

The phone rang at 4.a.m. He woke from a dream. It was raining hard. He was confused and disorientated but the message was clear. “Now.”
Written By Anna Bellinger, age withheld

The phone rang at 4.a.m. waking me up with a start. It was my workmate.
“You ready?” he asked.
“Er…Almost. Be there in a minute!”

The phone rang at 4.a.m. There was a mysterious, scary voice but it was only my mum. She said I needed to eat more veggies!
Written By Daisy Kennedy, aged 12