So as we all know, Anx is trying to write a novel for National Novel Writing Month. I think the goal is to hit 50,000 words and so far, according to his signature, he only has 21646. So let's help him out by giving him random, overly wordy sentences so he can reach his goal all that much quicker.
The sentences don't have to make sense either.




I'll start:

The glorious sunset could not compare to her outrageously radiant smile, lucid pools of organic blueberry eyes, or the sweetness of her breath that resembled a zypher in the spring.



accuracy edit
[Edited 11/14/06 11:01am]

AAAGHHH!!!

no, it's only 50,000 words! don't give me a heart attack!

Raku is used for attunment, charka opening and to begin treatments so these functions are now being divided between thunder bolt and serpant.

you guys KNOW i'll be using these sentences, right?

Anx said:

that's cuz you are a cutie Pi type male

Actually, it's only 50,000 words.

Which means he's right on track!!

GO ANXY!!

As Marcus was exiting the diner,his body froze as he saw his baby's mama approaching; with anger written all over her face.

I wouldn't help this guy if I saw him stranded on the side of a road in a blizzard.

WHY? WHY? WHY? WHY? WHY...

or

NO!! NO!! NO!! NO!! NO...

for about 6 pages or so

She stopped in her tracks; his head was much larger in person than she had once seen it in the picture he had once posted on the internet, but yet all of his other facial features were minuscule in stature.

Having just had the most carefree and fun time of her entire life, she had no idea she was about to hold the fate of the entire world in her hands.....

luv4all7 said:

luv4all7 said:

I can actually use this sentence in my story...in fact, it would make the perfect title. THANKS!!!

Anx said:

let me edit that.

Barbie and her friends thought that they were having the time of their lives in her new, olympic sized swimming pool...the swimming, the water volleyball, the underwater sex...that is, until Ken showed up alone without a pair of swimming trunks.

Anx said:

Remember to acknowledge me in the prologue thingie or whatever it is.

How would you describe a voluntary moderator? altruist, masochist, ot some other ist inbetween?

so i retitled my story "i wouldn't help this guy..." and posted it on the nanowrimo web site...and i just got an e-mail from harper-collins!

they want to give me a $46,000 advance to publish my novel, just based on the originality of my title! i guess i'll be making that 50,000 word goal after all!

THANKS, LUV4ALL7!!!

Hey! Dont forget about Marcus!

Anx said:

Shut up!

Anx said:

!!

CarrieMpls said:

i just got an e-mail from ang lee telling me that he was depressed that his last movie wasn't gay enough, then he read my new novel title and realized he could out-brokeback himself by adapting my novel for the big screen!

"if you change that title the deal's fucking OFF," was the last line of the e-mail.

well. wow!

"Standing amongst the bodies of his military bretheren that littered the bloody field, Carl realized he had made a terrible mistake in choosing the pink bra and panties to wear beneath his uniform that morning."

Tallulah, tall, tanned and toned and normally quite poised, tittered tersely as she nervously knelt to retrieve the jumble of tattered teddies from the cold, linty laundromat floor. All eyes in the room were upon her and her tumbled wad of tawdry undergarments; she regretted having had to take this job of brothel laundress but a buck was a buck, and she was a chick in desperate need of a paycheck.
[Edited 11/14/06 11:37am]

Anx said:

alright, enough fun time for you! get to typing!

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The emoticon killer found himself struggling against the wind.

, he said.

I am .

I need a to my .

Then, all of a sudden, there she was. She was wearing striped socks. His vision slipped...



Her beauty was too radiant to behold.

But his was and he needed to away his urges...

Behold...
[Edited 11/14/06 11:22am]

WillyWonka said:

oh la la...nice!

WillyWonka said:

i'll include this in a scene where my characters are at a sonic youth concert and the person saying this has to repeat him/herself, because it's just too good to not bear repeating.

She sat twirling her pencil between her fingers as her mind drifted back to a time before any of the pain and strife she had caused in their lives.
"It just isn't right, " he said she remembered he was referring to the outfit she had chosen to wear.
"Who cares what you think" she said calmly, yet she put the outfit away, lamenting the power and control he had over her life, her spirit and her decisions.
He was it, the perfect one the one who she had watched in class for years and who finally noticed her one day, he was the one she thought, until that horrible, dreadful day, the day she found the note. Danm, she shouldn't have been snooping in his things, shouldn't have been in his room at his house when he wasn't. But she hadn't known, she wished now she didn't know, she wished she hadn't ever found it and read it. The note that would change all of their lives forever and ever.

Returning to the present she felt the tears burning her eyes and running down her cheeks. A girl next to her put her warm moist hand on her bare arm, she turned to see the concern in her eyes. " Are you ok?" she nodded hastily, collecting her things standing up and leaving class.

There ya go Anx..... spelling edit
[Edited 11/14/06 11:31am]