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One Perfect Sentence Aspirational August Results!

Our Monthly Micro-Writing Contest

Hannah Faoileán

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Here are the August results. Great variety of interpretations - not surprising the votes were so evenly spread. Congratulations to all! :D :clapping-hands:

Sharing First Place:

If she crossed the border she'd be shot, but if she didn't she'd be dead.
- Rachael Burnett

And

My brother lives on the border of insanity, crossing into it every time he feels well enough to skip his medication.
- Me! Hannah Faoileán

Second Place:

I'd not noticed it until I was about to return the painting to the pile leaning against the charity shop wall, but there was no mistake, for just on the border of the canvas were the scarcely legible letters Picasso.
- Jonny

A Plethora of Third Places:

While it's easy to pass the border between this world and the next, getting back is like going through Hell.
- MattScho

“Don’t be afraid, the soldiers in the blue berets won’t try to kill us,” she assured her exhausted, terrified children as they approached the UN peacekeepers manning the border checkpoint.
- Mickleinapickle

"This is plain nuts, suicidal, bordering on lunacy – but come on, let's do it anyway!" she said, and pressed 'Start'.
- E G Logan

The irreversible border between euphoric dancing mania and morning-after regret was somewhere south of the sixth shot of absinthe.
- Allen N

We stood on the border between our adolescence and adulthood, between ignorance and realisation, between reckless risk and fear of the future, and the certain knowledge that nothing would be the same again.
- Sedayne
 

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