In September, Wandereringray did a fun writing exercise in her journal where she started a sentence and invited her readers to finish it. Because I misunderstood her intention (just finish the ONE sentence...) and because it sparked my imagination, I wrote something that I'm going to use in the next series I write. To read my response, go here.
I thought it would be fun to try a new twist on that exercise. So...I'm inviting you to post a first sentence (or partial sentence) and I will use it to write a paragraph (or more...).
The only rules are these:
1. No profanity please.
2. No sexually explicit/disturbing subject matter.
Anything else is fair game. I'll take your sentences and post my responses over the next week or so. =)
And since I've already responded to the "It was a dark and stormy night", we'll take that one out of the running. :)
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A Bad Culinary Decision
A few days ago, on a whim, I bought a bag of Lay's Potato Chips in their new Chicken and Waffles flavor. I figured my kids (who love bot...

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Honestly, this is a post I never dreamed I'd write. My hands are shaky, and I'm frantically thinking through all the possible conseq...
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A few days ago, on a whim, I bought a bag of Lay's Potato Chips in their new Chicken and Waffles flavor. I figured my kids (who love bot...
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Why is it that every time I agree to do a favor for my mother, I end up wishing I could just change my name and relocate to Siberia?
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