One Perfect Sentence - Inspiring April Challenge!

[Hannah Faoileán]

Inspired by a conversation with a friend of mine, your April challenge is to complete the following to create One Perfect Sentence:

The split second before I hit . . .

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 people's 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. If you have a question you don't want others to read, please private message me directly.

• 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.

Good luck and get writing!

 

[Anonymous]

The split second before I hit the light pole, after swerving to miss the pram, the ghost standing there whipped me the bird and laughed.

 

[Anonymous]

The second before I hit the pipe, sucked the acrid smoke of melting crack into my lungs, I realized both that I had never made a bigger mistake, and that I didn't care.

 

[Anonymous]

A split second before I hit the water, I knew it was too shallow.

 

[Anonymous]

The split second before I hit Bonecrusher McGonigal in the face with all the force I could muster, I knew I had to get out of there before he got back up again.

 

[Anonymous]

The split second before I hit the edge of the tumultuous falls, I knew getting into the sodding barrel was a huge mistake.

 

[Anonymous]

The split second before I hit the bastard, I realised that not only was he mean-looking, he was BIG – and now he was angry.

 

[Anonymous]

The split second before I hit the ground, I heard my mother's voice saying: "If God had meant us to fly, dear, he'd have given us wings."

 

[Anonymous]

The split second before I hit on Mr Wonderful, I realised he was a total waste of space.

 

[Anonymous]

The split second before I hit on my Great Money-making Idea, I'd been ready to end it all.

 

[Anonymous]

The split second before I hit C#, the chandelier fell from the opera house ceiling.

 

[Anonymous]

The split second before I hit "send", I realised it was to the wrong person, but my finger was too slow to react.

 

[Anonymous]

The split second before I hit the first chord, I realised everyone at the gig was someone I'd murdered.

 

[Anonymous]

The split second before I hit my 50th birthday, I impulsively slotted in a short stay at the Lone Star Bronco Ranch and Cowboy Introduction Agency, immediately after my planned Cosmetic Surgery and Spa break but before my Sparkly Circus Skills and Trapeze Training weekend.

 

[Anonymous]

The split second before I hit the bong, the nuclear hotline rang.

 

[Anonymous]

The split second before I hit the speed of light, time stopped.

 

[Anonymous]

The split second before I hit ctrl-z to recover the deleted manuscript, the historic solar flare destroyed internet infrastructure world-wide; plunging civilization into the epic dystopia depicted in my lost novel.

 

[Anonymous]

The split second before I hit the tree and my cash-register heart stopped beating, it was my bank balance that flashed before my eyes.

 

[Anonymous]

The split second before I hit the nail on the head, as she was hammering home to me what a failure I was, I felt like a complete tool.

 

[Anonymous]

The split second before I hit the dancefloor, our eyes collided like stars and a supernova exploded in my chest, a violent burst of pheromones fuelled by alcohol and years of nun-like celibacy.

 

[Anonymous]

The split second before I hit the concrete, I wondered what had happened.

 

[Anonymous]

The split second before I hit the point of no return, a Samaritan answered the phone.

 

[Anonymous]

The split second before I hit the shit, I licked my lip and lit the tip, thinking green is hip and it's a trip.

 

[Anonymous]

The split second before I hit the button, Dandelion tossed her golden head and spat a dainty shower of silken petals to furl around my fingers and harden into a vice.

 

[Anonymous]

The split second before I hit on Max, Layla inserted herself between us like the embodiment of oversexed rizz.

 

[Anonymous]

The split second before I hit the M6, I realised I'd left the kids at Frankley Services.

 

[Anonymous]

The split second before I hit the brakes, the car behind me shunted me over the cliff.

 

[Anonymous]

The split second before I hit the lamppost, I remember thinking this Narnia place isn't all it's cracked up to be.

 

[Anonymous]

The split second before I hit 88mph, I remembered why Doc told me not to drive the DeLorean.

 

[Anonymous]

A split second before I hit that jar of Nutella I knew that the wedding dress fitting would not go as planned--but hey, I kinda knew this marriage would not go as planned either...