Bumping along Dragon Scale Lane, I rode my brother’s rickety bike, jolting up and down with each cobblestone cluster gripping plastic handlebars slippery with my sweat wishing I were in the gliding Benz wishing it still belonged to us. What else could go wrong?
It’s Saturday and another Stunning Sentence! Here’s my try at the challenge prompt:
Deep in the dark forest on a moonless night, Jackie cast a spell, drawing strange shapes in the air while whispering unspeakable syllables in a language never meant for humans and which could only be found in crumbling grimoires written in the shadows of blood-stained ziggurats.
Whispering across his torso, Om felt those fingertips promising lightly and keenly on his heart, questing to snap a soul shard into focus and out of reach from those who would try to once the omens were gleaned. Om had no say in this.
Very interesting! Here's my try:
Bumping along Dragon Scale Lane, I rode my brother’s rickety bike, jolting up and down with each cobblestone cluster gripping plastic handlebars slippery with my sweat wishing I were in the gliding Benz wishing it still belonged to us. What else could go wrong?
It’s Saturday and another Stunning Sentence! Here’s my try at the challenge prompt:
Deep in the dark forest on a moonless night, Jackie cast a spell, drawing strange shapes in the air while whispering unspeakable syllables in a language never meant for humans and which could only be found in crumbling grimoires written in the shadows of blood-stained ziggurats.
My try:
Whispering across his torso, Om felt those fingertips promising lightly and keenly on his heart, questing to snap a soul shard into focus and out of reach from those who would try to once the omens were gleaned. Om had no say in this.