Day 31
Writing prompt suggested as follows:
Grab closest book.
Turn to page 56.
Find the 5th sentence.
Type that in.
Use it as your prompt.
I randomly grabbed from my bookshelf, next to where my laptop sits, and came up with the following sentence. (Double points to anyone who can identify the book.)
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He had beaten the disease once before, but the symptoms recurred while he was summering on an island in the St. Lawrence Seaway. He knew them well, and at first held out hope that he was simply misreading what he was feeling. But after three days of dry mouths, racing heartbeats, and sensitivity to sunshine, Larry knew he needed help.
He wasn't exactly alone on the island, but he wasn't exactly in the middle of civilization either. His nearest neighbors, if you could call them neighbors at those distances, were at least a fifteen minute walk under the best of circumstances. He planned on it taking the better part of an hour, feeling like he did.
He had fought this once before, and he would fight it again. He chuckled to himself as he thought about fighting it on the beaches, fighting it in fields and in the streets and in the hills. He would never surrender. He would never give up. The old Churchill litany gave Larry a mantra, a rhythm to his slow walk down the trail.
He would, step, never surrender, step. He would, step, go on to the end, step. He would, step, prove himself able, step, to defend his island home, step.
Larry wondered why he could still remember the words of that famous speech, but could never remember the right parts of the Sunday Mass. He'd never been to the United Kingdom, but knew Churchill by heart. For that matter, he'd never been to Rome either, but he'd heard it often enough.
Just as he began comparing the parts of the liturgy that he could remember to other Churchill speeches, he arrived at the neighbor's land. It was a few minutes later when he realized that the usually over-friendly dogs had not come to greet him, and only a few after that when he realized something was definitely wrong at the Miller place.
Grab closest book.
Turn to page 56.
Find the 5th sentence.
Type that in.
Use it as your prompt.
I randomly grabbed from my bookshelf, next to where my laptop sits, and came up with the following sentence. (Double points to anyone who can identify the book.)
He had beaten the disease once before, but the symptoms recurred while he was summering on an island in the St. Lawrence Seaway.
- - - - - - -
He had beaten the disease once before, but the symptoms recurred while he was summering on an island in the St. Lawrence Seaway. He knew them well, and at first held out hope that he was simply misreading what he was feeling. But after three days of dry mouths, racing heartbeats, and sensitivity to sunshine, Larry knew he needed help.
He wasn't exactly alone on the island, but he wasn't exactly in the middle of civilization either. His nearest neighbors, if you could call them neighbors at those distances, were at least a fifteen minute walk under the best of circumstances. He planned on it taking the better part of an hour, feeling like he did.
He had fought this once before, and he would fight it again. He chuckled to himself as he thought about fighting it on the beaches, fighting it in fields and in the streets and in the hills. He would never surrender. He would never give up. The old Churchill litany gave Larry a mantra, a rhythm to his slow walk down the trail.
He would, step, never surrender, step. He would, step, go on to the end, step. He would, step, prove himself able, step, to defend his island home, step.
Larry wondered why he could still remember the words of that famous speech, but could never remember the right parts of the Sunday Mass. He'd never been to the United Kingdom, but knew Churchill by heart. For that matter, he'd never been to Rome either, but he'd heard it often enough.
Just as he began comparing the parts of the liturgy that he could remember to other Churchill speeches, he arrived at the neighbor's land. It was a few minutes later when he realized that the usually over-friendly dogs had not come to greet him, and only a few after that when he realized something was definitely wrong at the Miller place.
My prompt was from Worth the Fighting For by John McCain. Weird, huh?
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