One Perfect Sentence - The Mad March Challenge

[Hannah Faoileán]

Ok, it's me! Hannah! Your new mod for the One Perfect Sentence!


As it's March, our theme is Marching. Why/When/Where/Who: Your choice in One Perfect Sentence.


The rules are simple:

• Each entry must be ONE sentence only, as defined by the basic rules of English grammar. We will notice if you squeeze unrelated clauses together and pretend it's a sentence, so please don't do it. Your entry will be disqualified and removed.

• Don’t comment on other peoples’ entries – this makes the thread far less readable. If you’d like to make a comment – or if you have a question – then please do so in Café Life, using the “One Perfect Sentence” prefix. I will keep checking the thread to answer any questions.

• You can make as many entries as you want to.

• IMPORTANT: You MUST make your entry anonymous by ticking the “Posting as Anonymous?” box. Entries that don’t do this will be removed.

Voting will open later this month.

 

[Anonymous]

They swept through town in serried ranks of combat greens, boots stamping in time, rifles pointing skyward like syringes full of vaccine against our way of life; and it was only then that we knew we were invaded, that we would have to resist.

 

[Anonymous]

I march toward my final adventure, death, the great journey.

 

[Anonymous]

She knew, when Zach marched up and announced that he loved her, the plan had gone horribly wrong.

 

[Anonymous]

Instead of standing by her man, Tammy Wynette needs to show some gumption and give that cheating low-life his marching orders.

 

[Anonymous]

“You crazy man,” she scolded as he marched to her doorstep with a bottle of Tesco Finest Vintage in one hand, two fluted champagne glasses in the other, and wearing nothing but a smile.

 

[Anonymous]

They marched us towards Ranau without maps, for the journey's purpose was not arrival but the subtraction of men.

 

[Anonymous]

In March, we march against the march of time.

 

[Anonymous]

We marched beneath our banners, protesting for freedom, hoping for peace, expecting rain.

 

[Anonymous]

The door opens only one way, the vista beyond shrouded in swirling grey mist, as we link hands and march through the threshold into the unmapped future.

 

[Anonymous]

O.

 

[Anonymous]

The Wedding March cycling endlessly in my brain, I smashed the elegantly framed photo to the attic floor.

 

[Anonymous]

It was a three day march to the nearest cabin, and the grizzly already had my scent.

 

[Anonymous]

Marching endlessly forward with neither deviation nor side glance was the genesis of my purgatory and corruption.

 

[Anonymous]

Speaking from personal experience, there are two great things about dying.

 

[Anonymous]

The lion came in and marched out with the lamb.

 

[Anonymous]

I marched like the coming of judgement day on Henley's office, determined to give him a piece of my mind (the bastard had ditched me at 4 a.m. without so much as a by-your-leave!), and it was only as I hammered on his expensive door that I realised I was still drunk, and wearing his underwear.

 

[Anonymous]

Explosions assaulted the gardens and courtyard as we three marched about our grandmother’s study, hoisting an undergarment flag on a curtain rod; chests out like lions, strutting like warriors, and lost to the lunacy and innocence shared by youth and the unquestioning faithful; in our hearts we could not fail — in reality, we met our fate.

 

[Anonymous]

He'd Decembered in comfort at the Alpine lodge and was planning to August in the impressive Algarve after Marching here, by the Nile, his desert jacket flapping in the breeze, a felucca sailing by with its lone captain singing love songs to the river.

 

[Anonymous]

“Let me clue you in: it comes between February and April, and you’re gonna do it up and down this damn yard until I tell you to stop, Private!”

 

[Anonymous]

Don't know if this is allowed, but i posted without completing my sentence, so I am re-posting:

I'd planned to spend a pleasant day outside in March, but the cosmic-editor swapped the "c" for an "s" and I was swamped.

 

[Anonymous]

Passing under the Auschwitz-Birkenau gates, over 56,000 emaciated prisoners took part in the great exodus, the Death March to Gross-Rosen, on the slushy frozen roads of Upper Silesia.

 

[Anonymous]

I see her on the hill, barefoot, dancing and I march to the rhythm of love.

 

[Anonymous]

She marched right up and asked me to dance, right in front of my wife.

 

[Anonymous]

She marched right into the bar, a whirlwind looking for romance.

 

[Anonymous]

I see them again in my memory, my dear March girls.

 

[Anonymous]

Actually, marching down the aisle with her was the easy part.

 

[Anonymous]

Well, I mentioned to Julius he'd need to watch his step, not least because there were many citizens unhappy with his leadership, and honestly, that's all Ides said.

 

[Anonymous]

With blistered feet and a heart heavier than his pack, he kept marching—not toward victory, but toward the home that no longer waited for him.

 

[Anonymous]

When we marched in unison – left, right, left, right, left – we were one: the barriers we’d built our entire lives to separate us fell to the floor as dust under our boots.